Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 100 Night Inn White Weird

Well, I could physically afford it, and I was pissed off when I thought about raising the bottom and adding gear? Looks like Mr. Slime's attack-and-rotate VER, highly skilled enough to eccentrize and not insult a changeball. Twice and three times as I jump through the universe, I change my orbit and fly in. It's the undefensible Po Po. I dip in the bath while the demon ball pisses me off. I just figured it out when I was out of gear a little bit, but I can't seem to, I also feel like it would be a good idea to have "mage's bracelet" or something superior, and I have quite a few candidates, but I have to put them on hold.

"Huh, I'm not going to make it because I'm close to leaving, but I can fight, so okay? Sister, if you don't move more than that. My daughters won't have it mentally - and if you go, you'll go and wait full of traps... if you're an inviting trap, sneaking away without activating the trap is ideal, because you'll be lured away - absolutely."

(Pulp)

Speaking of executing hostages no matter how secretly they infiltrate, Sister, my daughters will instantly name them, then it's just useless to work out a plan that doesn't make it work.

"Every trap has no trouble destroying it, but they say no discrimination, no mass destruction, and the monks must suck ~. I'm stuck with explosives, but all I see is that they're caught and willing to explode in enemy hubs ~? That's not a bad hand in itself, but if they're not smart enough to die, they won't hook me up, so the chances of wasting my life are too great to talk about... or if they don't blow themselves up that much, they can do anything about it ~?"

Perhaps the monks are possessed by the idea of humiliating themselves, and they just seem to want a more heroic death than being strong and fighting. I can't use it with that, that kind of power doesn't help. In the end I couldn't believe my strength, I was possessed by cheap death to say that there were so many possibilities in this world that I could be strong. Common sense (giving up) that there's no way I can do it has killed the possibility.

"It was also an idea to say that you were serious and smart - to beat up before thinking (nagging) if you had just a hundredth of a million Mojas. Even if there's nothing you can do, hit him, hit him, hit him until he's gone, and it's over, right? They don't know when you're smart, you want results and then you think about action - if you're acting, you can do pretty much anything if you're going with momentum... I wish you'd just kept doing the cause of losing over there, rather than thinking wisely about the cause of losing over here.

(Poyo poyo)

At the end of the thought, there is an answer, so there is no guarantee that the answer fits. There are no answers, no right answers, no must-haves to rush or deceive each other, how can they hate each other while conveniently taking it to themselves? Yeah, I'm good at both.

Kill it before you talk, kill it before you go back to report it, kill it before you think about your next hand, kill it before you shield the hostage, kill it before you issue an order, and it's solved. I can handle it with momentum, if you can't stand up, it's direct and fast, and if you can stand up, I'll kill you.

You're so unfavourable that you can't put a plan in place, you don't have to bother putting it at a disadvantage. It's a complete crime if you drown the schemer in a measure, keep his head down, drown him, bracket him in stone, and sink him.

When it comes to overcoming battles, it's terribly difficult to deal with outdoors. Sun Tzu's "Therefore, soldiers listen to awkwardness and have to wait a long time to work out" means that it's better to act quickly and get bogged down with appropriate measures than it is to take time to work out measures.

"Ah, if I don't buy it before then, the stock of cattle like meat and some kind of sauce like Wuster sauce sucks, I'm going to get stuck because I'm sorry if I told you I only got food and no rice! I have to buy it."

Because a bunch of Lia charging bastards (Bridal Blue) who were worried about getting depressed and married with the women who would eventually rise up in marriage stories were summoning each other, they were all silently disappointed when they lined up a steak bowl with some kind of meat that looked like naked beef. I seem to remember to carry a proper bucket even though it's Moga.

Well, I don't feel like it's going to work at a time when I'm overwhelmed with eating and my marriage story can disappear from my head, but it might be a terminal symptom (no) to say that I can't imagine how annoying and unappetizing it is to try winging my imagination... women's power.

And if we get out of the bath, Mogadishu's armor will be reworked. Well, it looks like we just gently crushed the labyrinth outside the border. There's no fatigue (damage), but let's just make improvements. However, the sealed type is unsavory and you may not be able to take a safe break like a woman if you want to act alone. Instead, we need a level where we can live wearing it for a long time. We don't eat it when we're attacked for that matter, and we avoid abnormal conditions (which suck), so if we can't escape, design ideas (concepts) are different.

Take your time in the hot tub and take a peek at the relaxing training ground, Sister. My daughters are getting handy, the girls are loaded with eye batters. Sister Daughters alone completed a 30-story labyrinth today, a battle that would have been painless if it had been a whole bunch of shield monks, but what a pitiful old man to say that Sister Daughters are working hard. Well, I guess women are the thicker ones in different worlds.

"Ugh, your nomination? I don't want to sweat because I took a bath, and I don't want to get bumped? Doesn't it hurt?

(Unh unh, kook kook)

Yeah, that smile is a lie.

It falls deep, breaking down and expanding and diluting and diffusing the time that flows relentlessly to bury in the gap between time and time. Two beautiful shadows (boko) lie ahead, proceeding to sew the gap between carelessly delayed sticky time and space.

Small and compact, it controls fine and behaves big and graceful. Sharpen it up, speed it up, slash it around faster and sharper than the accelerating world, small work makes no sense and doesn't reach small hands. Even if there is a bump in the way it reaches beyond the streets of the three houses just a little further above the maximum that you can do right now, and only slightly stronger and just a little faster, just to be precise in how you feel, to behave beautifully if you wish, and not reach first. Yeah, it looks like your dancing daughter's bum today.

In a time like the bottom of a pale and heavy water, he kicks the bottom of the water hard and jumps toward the surface, ignoring the distance, approaching it to fly through the sky and waving a stick of wood to protrude from the diagonal top. The tip of the rod, wielded by the flow of swirling force to create a spiral from the back of the body in the extended space of the delayed time (slow motion), is easily flushed and deflected without taking a defensive system.

The attack was diverted so as to be flushed away and diverted so as to slip through the attack with only a slightly more nuanced body sweep, when it was lightly embellished with a divine technique of remembering war, and the momentum could not be controlled while turning. Isn't it more demanding than before?

Flushed and diverted. Only then will your body collapse and flow be disrupted and defenseless, unconsciously at that moment just sticking out the stick of a tree is worse than a full-blown Special Strike. I can't even chase my consciousness away from touching the side of the stick of the tree that sticks out as I step forward... Oh, you got it?

Yeah, it looks like they've done it and put it in hard mode, because you're accelerating your thinking and you don't have a sword speed, do you, Maggie?

Sweat flowing from her forehead propagates her cheeks and drips from her chin, dancing as she slashes down the wooden stick shaken from the upper right corner. Your daughter bends her knees low and jumps up her sword muscle as she pulls her left leg and halves. I had to take it, slash it off, put down the wooden stick vertically, and the moment I tried to take it in front of my knee, I kicked it on the ground with my right foot, and the other way around, one spin, and the stick shook up in the lateral line of the torso giraffe stretches out my knee and comes up! I bowed my head down with a gibberish, but I crouched and couldn't move. I got kicked and rolled and it was corny, it's another bath.

"If your body moves big now, no, it doesn't. small, precisely."

"I can't operate, I don't need force... speed. Small and beautiful,"

Control priority, technology? No, because if I can do that, I don't need an LV or anything anymore! But that's what's going to be effective and legitimate on the King's Road... surely there are still units in the diocese that specialize in personal combat that say heresy or something, even the Knights would have been so gobbled up that if they had total force, they wouldn't have had Kiri. Yeah, Pope, why don't you bob it? Looking weak?

I took another bath and went back to my room and the order slips like the mountain are coming from the grocery store again... you took all the orders the moment you partnered with the delicatessen! And what am I supposed to do with this grief where the breasts of a boy high school student who says he's partnered with a delivery guy and only gets his order ticket delivered?

"Leave the mushroom lunch. Ah, the massage chair is 300... If you just make the vibrating magic stone and the tollbox and give it to them, the only thing you can do is blueprint the rest of the chair, and the question is, is there an alchemist who can connect the conductive wires? Do you want to make it an embedded type... the efficiency will drop, but about this amount of error? Um, is this good? I'll leave the rest of the mass production to the demon hand, and the next thing I know, I'll be in the washing machine, vacuum cleaner, refrigerator, or I'll just make demon stones and equipment, and it's locally produced and blueprints are good, because it's huge, so it's inconvenient to transport?

(Poyo poyo)

Sounds like a doer, magic props are all about ordering. If this comes out, you can't fathom it with church magic prop technology, the product sells exclusively and the power of the church is shredded. I mean, as it stands, I can't say no. Body soap and some kind of daily necessities can be wholesaled from the workshop and clothes and groceries can also come from the workshop...... art is that for the exact use I left at the consulate? That's an awesome amount! The boulders are the three supreme masters of a time when the art of the Italian Renaissance culminated in imitation.

"But I wonder how you're willing to carry it so much... and order the item box in the item bag at the same time. They even order carriages, but if we don't restrict sales around here and make them less effective (downgrade), it will be dangerous if they are held by enemy countries."

(Pom pom)

Replenishment and mobility are directly linked to the military, so even if you sell wheels and make money, your enemies have to get stronger and sprinkle gear on your allies. That's a deficit. Whoever sells the peace of his place with gold is not even a merchant, there is no point in carrying gold until he loses his future where he sold off a peaceful future and switched it to current cash. Weapons and equipment are subject to sales regulations, but we need to review others, because even architecture is easy to convert to military.

"Yeah, let's ban lathes. If we sell this without knowing our enemy allies, we could collapse our advantage at the industrial level, when we get to the screws, we'll be approached by modern weapons with industrialization, and we can't use gunpowder or fuel systems... whatever, we'll become weapons, right? Multi-colored clothes also need to be reduced (downgraded)."

The strengths of the border of the land of the end should be protected. This is the city of Shura, where everyone wears multicolored clothes and carries sticks, and the ordinary people of the city of Shura are more overwhelming than the normal army elsewhere. That is why we are unable to reach the border, and vigilance keeps us safe.

There are many demons because it's the worst neighborhood, and everyone who gets rid of it has a high LV. In that status, multicolored clothing is fortified with magic to become armor, and sticks are a stronger weapon. Armor must be equipped, swords and spears need training, but fighting power is maintained in normal life on the periphery. This is the strength.

If we do this, the production of the demon hand is over, and the preamble (prologue) before the first part of the inner job seems to be over, hasty to the fifth part, but far and apart to the final chapter.

And his hair finally steps into the land of ugliness. There...