Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 99 Morning Inn Before Labyrinth

And the entrance to the labyrinth, the cave that opens into the hills that suddenly burst into the meadows, is also the entrance to another world called the labyrinth (dungeon), as well as the jaw (after) that eats the intruder.

The tragedy that plays out in front of its daily and combat boundaries-- yes, get dressed!

The flesh-sensitive frenzy of the limbs of the mumps that have come to terms with the beauty of thinning makeup. Yeah, armor became even harder to wear, and wearability and breathability were sacrificed as a result of reducing the intrusion of liquid and misty physical poisons while combining sealability and mobility. And the helmet and torso armor became easier to remove, but the area covering the extremities was complicated, so it seems difficult to attach the toenails?

Shaking his butt violently while bending forward, Mr. Spaz stretches out with a mellow stretch and crumbles all over the place, and Mr. Mosaic's summons is mandatory for the fuss, and it will definitely explode in demand as soon as it descends! Yeah, it's about this time I need Mr. Mosaic because he's too toxic to my eyes, it was poisonous to the awesome eyes of a position that doesn't even work with fierce poison resistance!

"The only way to breathe is for you to try it on, so take as long as you can, okay? The torso armor is easy to remove and ventilate with a break, but the lower body could not be loosened from the arm and stomach, so it is easy to remove but difficult to put on. I'm going to try to redesign the attachment and detachment structure again for a while, so just be patient and try and see, okay? Well, can you steam?

"" "It's okay. Thanks!" "

Because of the breathability problem, I left the inn with spare light armor to wear armor in front of the labyrinth, and in front of the labyrinth was a prelabyrinth demon with munchies and spats buttocks. There's a spectacular sight of the labyrinth entrance deceased, don't get a glimpse of the horrors of the different and labyrinths. You're not even in yet?

Up to this point, we'll be escorting lightly dressed women and guarding defenseless dressings, and from here to the 80th floor, the girls will be the only ones diving, and we'll meet up on the 80th floor. In the meantime, he'll crush another labyrinth with a fast track, maybe because he's not in a state where he can fight in public. I really wanted to sneak into the woods by myself, but by the time I get to the Patriarchate, I want to just crush the labyrinth of 80 tiers, and if I can crush the labyrinth below 75 tiers, it will make it easier for the Border Army, the Kingsguard and the three armies of the 1st Division... I also want to rush to strengthen, but I also want to rush to crush the labyrinth. And recently I lost my pennies because I'm a mentor and I don't make any money! Yeah, the morning bargain and the amount of food that I lost disappeared like a breeze a long time ago (and then disappeared), even though I had a lot of difficulty (even though I wanted to) by the time I reached the labyrinth.

"Then be careful, you can't force it. Or did Handkerchief and Hulbert have it right? Always keep safety in mind and give top priority. Flexible combat configuration is the direct route to a safe route to accident free and disaster free, but it's a labyrinth and a palace, so the safe route is out of line, so it's a life route all the way to truth, right? Okay?"

"" "I don't get it!" "" I didn't understand the language at all, but I think I kind of figured out how it felt, so it's okay, I'll see you later. I'm coming. "" "I'm coming." "

The chairmen of the committee are in the labyrinth, and we have to hurry. Fast travel at once to the nearest labyrinth, feeling the strength and vitality of the body accelerating, seven trips and the seventh fall is currently in rotational motion with Mr. Slime. Fast, huh? And we got to the labyrinth, just to run, my legs got tangled and I repeatedly fell, but I'm sure it's because my legs are too long. Must be.

"So, we're going? It's an adjustment, so I want to move on lightly and get used to it, so leave it, Demon, okay? You're really okay with your body, so you're losing control of your body, right?

(Un un, kook kook, puyo puyo)

Yeah, the usual reply, whether you know it or not, is this reply. I mean, you can't be alarmed, good luck!

From the toe of the leg to the branch hair at the tip of the hair at the top of the head, it expands consciousness, grasps, masters and manages, synchronizes (synchronizes) the movements in the head with the movements of reality to remind the body and the brain. Making this state normal is the first step. Looks like you need to take care of your branched hair too, that's pretty good!

I dare to slash in without "demonic entanglement" and remain weak and defenseless, waving my wand and body to the mould of the dance and the Tai Chi. Instead of waving with the body, waving the body itself with consciousness.

"No, now if you're a demon up to about LV30, you can go full with just your physical ability (status), right? Well, you die in one shot, but that's the usual thing, right? Well, an adjustment?

I have been jitted because I don't even engage in demons. Improve physical abilities (status), magic, magic, and effects (skills) as armor. If you don't wrap them up, physical abilities (status) are all you have. However, physical abilities (status) today, if you don't have to be ready to control them, you can fully go to the lower levels. I am forbidden to be alarmed and overconfident, but I am very good at it and I am extremely familiar with it without exaggeration when I say I am an expert, I am sure that if there is a stunt section in the status it will say "alarmed and overconfident".

But when I survived fighting without relying on any power, thinking back to my lonely and helpless days in the woods, where I was cautiously cautious without any power. Yes, I'm going home to the beginning. Yeah, it's me!

"Hi-ha-ha!

(Poyoyoyoyo ~!)

It suppresses the body and slowly slashes away the mold in the delay time (slow motion) of fast thinking. Without demonic entanglement, it is not a great delay time (slow motion), but if it is on the lower level, it is demonic blunt-footed (soo-soo), slow and blunt.

It is difficult to control it because it moves forward and waves the wand to make sure that the body moves, even if it fails and turns, but the force, speed and power increase. But there was no crying, the girls who repeatedly had rapid LV ups and increased their physical abilities (status) day by day should have been experiencing this all the time, the LV didn't go up I was just envious but the girls made it look stronger without crying. In an LV-Up that can't change and control every day. 'Cause on average, he's been coming up more than one level in a day, and he kept fighting and getting stronger even if he couldn't stay in the same state for just one day.

You should respect it. Too hard, mean, but done and showed, I pushed it through ready and ready. It's been less than 100 days since I started fighting and I'm still looking for strength beyond LV 110. You deserve more respect than enough, I'm trying.

Well, the theory is that Ota Mocha and the others have to respect it, but Ota is fighting with physical abilities (status) and effects (skills), swinging effects (skills) to match physical abilities (status) numbers. I mean, you wouldn't have any trouble at all, 'cause they don't believe in themselves at all. Fight only physical ability (status) numbers and effects (skills) and equipment believably, so strong. I mean, I don't have any difficulty at all, so I don't deserve any respect.

You wouldn't even look at your physical abilities (status) until Mogadishu, because effects (skills) are like toys. It is a wild fighting nation that manipulates the body with instinct and intuition and manipulates reckless full force with nature, it should be returned to the forest instead of respect.

Beyond the ten tiers, demons gradually respond, but we don't need a rush yet. Ravaged by force and speed, it is left to this body to take down as it swings.

Unlike the Ota Mojas, the women's physical abilities (stats) should have continued to rise and swing the next day, even as they trained and fought. He kept beating and fighting fear while being flirted with every day in a world where he lost his life due to one mistake, protecting each other and helping each other to make up for each other, surviving and fighting, winning without missing one person. Honorable brave men. Where are they? No, the routine is... well, I'm a high school girl?

By the 20th hierarchy, my body feels gradual, but I'm grabbing it, I just have to get used to being wielded by the power, because it feels different, so I get used to it until it firmly arrives. That's what makes the body remember, yeah. You're really good at making the body remember, right? I can't help but remind my body to teach such things and such things every night. When my limbs turn back, I whine in a trembling, crying voice... No, it's nothing. I'm talking about letting your body remember you. What? You were whining "to teach behind that fleshy meat" as you slashed it away? Seriously, so you were even talking about "choosing endlessly in overflowing honey"? Oh... well, he's a boy in high school?

All I had to do was preach. Still, thanks to the fact that my body was seen as unable to cope with iron ball sanctions (today), I had to sit in the front seat. I'm sure it's because of what I call the majesty of a servant.

Thirty hierarchies makes it more dangerous in whatever moves you want to make so far, you need to look at them and read them and constantly change their moves. Instead of your body lifting up its stiffness but not breaking, you get used to it while suppressing (saving) it because it sucks when it hits you in battle.

Whether it is the corrective effect of the superior skilled "wand pole" or the sword muscle can be precisely manipulated, the feeling of feeling like fingertips up to the tip of the sword can feel the disturbance of the sword muscle in detail. It's an indescribable effect of saying that you know how bad you are instead of getting better, but I don't care because if you watch your daughter's body dancing with the sword of your neighbor's chairman of the armored committee, they are showing you naivety without having to be reminded of it now. I see it every day that the heights are far away, the heights rise and pack and climb to the top too...... no, it's nothing!

Forty hierarchies are driven by force loss, technology is what separates fate, physical ability (status) numbers still win, but this one is a weak man and that one is a macho demon. Advanced thinking, the skill to practice it, and the criticality of living and dying are the best training. I'm the only one who's trained, and I feel like something's wrong, but I need a real battle between life and death to survive the training.

I don't feel tired at all, I feel a gushing force rising from the depths of my body. Last night, he sprang up, sprayed up and rose without feeling tired, shouting and frenzying into shame, pushing and spreading, pouring in, overflowing and blowing blood and boiling flesh as it rose. I'm sure it would be the effect of "in-room surgery" and "immortality".

From the 50th hierarchy comes loose (loose) heels but the body as it sinks in such a slow time that fast thinking accelerates and seems to be completely stationary, challenging in a "demonic entanglement" state. We have to control this. Dozens of Skeleton Nights disappeared to disappear during the blink, crushed to dust, uncontrolled but unable to resist the violent momentum of speed and strength.

Overwhelming, but no, because the chairmen of the armoured committee are also jerking off, and not even to the point, they fail and seem to be red dots. Well, I was unnecessarily swinging by the time I was ugly myself, just flushed and messed up and rampaged while swinging not to self-destruct.

Since the 50th floor, the hidden room has increased, and the attack speed has dropped, but it will still be about an hour, and the battle time has been reduced only as much as I approached the speed of the Labyrinth Emperors. For the labyrinth royalty, what a trivial thing to the point of paying off the dew of the upper and middle layers, the demons are slashed and engraved when a glimmer of wind blows through the side during the moment.

If you have to ripen the number of places and gain experience (data), you will enter the 60 hierarchy, the force will increase, the momentum will increase, the speed will increase, the control will be awkward, but the power itself will rise exceptionally and the middle hierarchy master, Strength Gargoyle LV60, will be exterminated. He can't stand my attack, he's losing power, he's had to slash it before, but he can slap it and push it. Slashing is faster, but with only a few moves of choice, the tactics will spread and the player won't be able to read. If you can stop or break the opponent's movements, the way you fight will expand indefinitely. Because possibilities lead to the number of lifelines.

If you continue to trample on 70 hierarchical goals, but you are a demon that moves fast in 60 hierarchies, your body will be swung, you will be unconsciously disturbed by force because you can catch up with just the speed of your body. I'm good at fighting as a jointed chig hug, but it's good to say that it's my first experience swinging instead of not breaking my body, until now, my arm is pulled with a flap flying away. It's dangerous to fall, but I don't like to go pick it up.

When it unnecessarily twirls, it empties, and when it looks ugly, it rolls around, and when it penetrates, it clashes, and when it empties without being able to apply or subtract force, it steps. It's pathetically ill-dressed and dangerous, but this is good, it won't bleed, it won't break bones, and above all, it won't fly away. It hurts, but I don't have to look at the worrying, painful sad faces of the chairman of the armor committee, your dancing daughter or Mr. Slime.

Somehow, but I have also grasped the feeling of the "demonic entanglement" state, I'm sure that "wisdom" is starting to derive optimal solutions by overlapping information gathering and analysis in full operation. In order to master the performance (specs) of this new body and adapt (adjust) the technology and body, we dance unnecessarily in the narrow space of the demon, swinging the wand and dancing carelessly.

Seventy hierarchies. It was a funny "truth", a terrible thing and even an ambiguous aim that swung to be bounced off inappropriately and bumped into each other, cutting and rolling around the sky without plundering. I'm not going to destroy myself, but I think I'm going to blow myself up.

I was a facial dive on the wall after stepping off on some "empty foot" earlier, but I still have to ram around ugly, I still can't use the "puppet stick". The "puppet stick" that wraps and manipulates the body with magic from the outside is a correction function. Until now, the body has not been able to follow the correction function, but it may now become a correction function (limiter), which makes it impossible to utilize the force. That's why rolling around makes this power so fast, it's a safe fall that even if you roll around, you can't catch up with the demons.

Self-destruct has subsided, but bruises and abrasions are increasing, and the labyrinths (dungeons) of the other worlds are full of danger (thrills). When you get home, you're going to develop a bond cream, and if you're going to get hurt, you're going to sell it to adventurers?

I knew it was bad when I got to the 80 tier! Whatever it is that technology alone has deluded us, but technology has collapsed and we lack reliability, we play the sword, we play the sword, we play the sword, we play the sword. I don't have the skill to flush it, so I hit the swelling. I even play the sword, I play the sword desperately, I seriously play the sword, I play the sword too much and I'm serious about the position where I want to eat my hiccups. And a divine sword.

If you hit it, you can win, even if you don't have the technology, that's all you need. I can't even do that, and I'm struggling hard, but if there's a gap, I'll kill it, even a giant with a stubborn body with a stubborn ViT and huge HP and tough armor. I can kill him if I kill him, that's all I can do, but if that's all I can do, I killed him.

No LV, no skill, no weapon, no fish, no shame, no dress, no killing, no killing. If I think about the efforts the girls have made today, I can kill them. I have no excuse. That's why I'm dying!

"Huh, you're so weak combatively just to say that 80 hierarchical lords no longer self-destruct is a great struggle ~. Or is it so hard to say that you can't grasp the feeling of your body and you're so scared... the girls were working really hard ~?"

(Un un, kook kook, poyo poyo)

I finally meet Mr. Labyrinth, the 86th tier I arrived at with a painfully miserable foot scratch. Even though my body can't move freely at all, the beast system is tight, I want to hang super sour vinegar on the annoying dog surface that looks down on me, but I bump this guy and convert the corpse into technology, and then what chases the demon stone for money even heartlessly bumps into my samurai, believing the wonderful saying Bunny in both hands.

Conscious of your whole body, fighting with all your might. Weakness, force captures me and holds me too much, so I shake my strength. It's small and fast, low and slippery, not the speed of the body, but the speed of thought and judgment. Don't be danced to less than half of the committee chairmen's physical abilities (stats), the committee chairmen have fought through these several times as hard. If you can't do this much, it's too bad, right?

It's a desire. Not at all...... I gave up if I didn't get it. I suddenly got a PoW or ViT, so my eyes try to put on a glare outfit to it, and it's good to just kill it all unnecessarily cowardly and despicable. Mob envies a hero like Mob, but you can't reach up to him even if he looks up dazzled, because I'm stronger and it's useless to try to win, and I don't choose the purpose for the means.

The beast's rough breath and roar, the furry beast man "Lycanslope LV86" is with the werewolf! The English name changed to the Greek name, but I feel the atmosphere is different, but it's a giant werewolf, supple, fast, flexible, powerful and beastly. But it's a bitch's inferior demonic flair!

It is something that, from experience to date, assembles everything that is beyond your control, mixes it together, joins it together, and forces you to wrap it up and mislead it into something that will do something for you!

"False...... ooh"

In the course of the time of slow motion, which is accelerating as the consciousness flies away and the thoughts disappear blankly, the feet step out as if they were nothing. You got me out, that's all I need.

Unclapped, the whole body twists and moves just to slay, the whole body, magic, magic, effect (skill) and everything becomes one just to slay. Afterwards all that remains is the fact that you say "slashed". Slash it willingly to disable it no matter how fast or hard it is, and if you do, you die. Yeah, that's all I've been doing, and that's all I need.