Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 109 Noon Church Country Meadows

Your horse told you about the chairmen of the committee, so you call it walking or running? Well, it's reconnaissance.

Carriages were rare because the average person traveled fast like a bad carriage on the border, and because they were poor. But the Church is full of carriages, and infiltration in disguised carriages was still a good hand! Even though he never found out, he was annoyed by accusatory cursing rumors, but it was a perfect operation. 'Cause you haven't found out at all, have you?

And normally I can rub it when I say that someone is coming with me, but I have decided to dance to your daughter, Mr. Armor Committee Chairman and Mr. Slime gave way, and I think your daughter appreciated it, but did the spirit of concession bud? What do you care if I dance with your daughter or say it's unusual? I don't know if it's the first time for a long time, but it's not if I'm pushing you down, because it's a prairie, so it doesn't look like there's a place to rest (hotel)?

On the way to the receiving city marked (sign), if it is insecure, it will bog the army, if it is annoying, it will bog the army, and if it is an old man, it will take time to travel fast as he comes towards the city of the capital while picking up the fallout of the warehouse. The station carriage on the roads is dull, and traveling fast on its own is overwhelmingly faster, but traveling fast is quite a hassle when it can be an easy horse journey.

"It's sneaky because the next city seems to be the city ruled by a powerful archbishop attached to the papal sect at the base of the Pontifical National Army. Don't be conspicuous. It's sneaking in here, scouting, right?

I'm a priest, my dancing daughter is a sexy sister, and her disguise makes the infiltration perfect.

"I can't sneak it up when the bell comes and the army is assembled and deployed aerial rock thrown (metheo). It's too late."

He executed those who disobeyed him, like a primitive sect in the middle, stabbed him at the tip of the spear, put his neck up, and seemed to rule the city with fear, and the barracks and the front of the church were covered with exposed necks. Even though most of them were old men, you can't expose your neck, you're burying them with an old man!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, dirt to dust, old man to the ground, drop to the best of your ability, whose word was yours... well, once filled with aerial rock throwing overswing (Meteo Rain), the soldiers came out loose, you buried all that and you still gush out?

In the city, the annoying ordinance is going to piss me off, so when I get out there, soldiers who rushed in line with each other with armor, highly skilled, fully equipped, and LV are probably the high elite there. If that brilliant thing to do is to expose yourself and be prestigious with your neck, you should bury it. The little exposed neck was as much a child's thing as the orphans.

"I'll gently slaughter you with MP savings, so if you sneak through and line up in a narrow position at the gate and you're no longer slaughtering the previous enemy, it's over? Like?"

I waited until all the enemies came out and cursorily unfolded, I thought they'd lick me and come out, and I tried to prepare 2,000 mud dolls with dirt magic, but I was on guard? It's a mud doll because you don't have an MP, it's just a doll that punches the ground and intimidates you with a round tail that you let hold in your hand because it's not even Mad Golem. Actually, I made it when I was cooking rice cakes, right? It's delicious!

It moves from a side-by-side formation of defense to a fish-scale formation and gradually increases speed as it densely moves this way. He thrusts the trimochi into a mud doll filled with plenty of mud, and goes like a chess knocking pawn while painting on the trimochi mud (offal) into a heap of snags on the overlapping ground.

Dance in. Brawl, brawl, slash and you're enemies around anyway. I'll dance to the right, your daughter to the left, and then all the enemies, speed up the fast move and blow it away. Even without power (StR), there is speed (SpD), and if there is generally momentum in the world, the rest can be managed by Nori.

Pour it all over your body to lift your smelled mind, to speed, not force, and to move fast. Slashing, chopping, scattering, flying, dancing in. It's a rare arrow cod slashing push!

A blue world in which fast thinking (acceleration) causes the passage of time to become a heavy fluid and wrapped around the air, slashing and scratching off the armor of disturbing crowds of time delay (slow motion) and cutting it down to a stroke. It's not fun to look at with time delay (slow motion) because they're all old people, is it something that can't be erased with a leap function (skip) or something? No way!

Actual time would be just a few seconds. He slashes around in a dull time with a heavy body, finally breaking through and flipping in front of the gate, and now he can't go back to the city. Leave the escapees alone, neither of us can (...) exterminate them. Trimochi is poisoned, so if we go back to the city, one day the poison will spin and die, and only God knows if we can get to the nearby city? Weren't you bluffing? Well, if you're a good boy, God bless you, and only a bad boy dies, right?

"Dancing daughter, only an old man with a big black sword yelling at me in the back, right? That sword doesn't suck, it doesn't feel like darkness, does it? He's an old man, so I'm sure he'll even smell old, you can't just walk away from him."

The big shield is dancing, the sword is dancing, the chains are dancing, and the enemy soldiers are blown up in a whirlpool, thank you. Do the women feel like everyone but the shield chairman's shield daughter is using the shield the wrong way? Trouble.

"Okay. But be careful. It's dangerous."

I knew it - I thought there was some sign of disgust, but it wasn't a labyrinth, and I thought it was my fault. That sword, or the big black sword like a disastrous darkness. "Shadow Sword (Replicant Sword)," which only an appraisal can tell by its name at this distance, exists to the point of awesomeness, but is it a shadow sword? I know it's hard to see at night, but is it pretty obvious that it's a bright day?

Without a line, an army of church soldiers pushes in, laying a large shield on the armor of his whole body and sticking his spear tip in, but falling one after the other looking strange. Yeah, the sniper (snipe) by Mr. Chicken (Coca) 's "Demon Blow Arrow (Browgan)" even targets a gap in millimetres, and he gets pushed by his allies and becomes a collapsed shard while he can't move with the activated "Petrification". Chicken's eyes are already gorging, and the reward is corn! The majesty of being a serpent queen already seems forgotten.

In front of you is a wall, left and right inside the gate, a narrow gate full of six enemies lined up just in front of you. I know the number of enemy soldiers is sharp where I said 3,000, but did they start to become poisonous, rushed and pushed too far, and the fallen avant-garde is trampled and crushed, pushed with an anger, but it crumbles because there is a moat, whether it falls or falls, it is pushed and dropped into an impromptu moat and trampled and crushed... a lot, are you getting tired of it?

If the poison rushes and the collaboration is disturbed, soldiers are no more vulnerable than demons, people are weak and easily incapable of fighting and dying. He's basically a weak creature, equipped for it, but relying too much on his gear skills, dying with a face that seems to wonder why he's being cut off because he felt invincible with the effect of imparting physics to the armor of iron. Maybe I'm not convinced he was slashed with a wooden stick, but that doesn't even make sense to the person using it. If you care, you lose.

An alignment of armor imparted with the effect of physical attack resistance (small) and abnormal state resistance (small) on a thin iron plate, one after the other without even trying to avoid attack by confronting each other confidently in a brittle, tense armor appearance than multicoloured clothing on the perimeter.

According to Sister Eh Daughter, the Knights of the Church and I were originally troops to go to the border and fight demons, because that doesn't even go to the border, we usually rely on thin gear below our clothes on the border and die without knowing the real battle.

Then you can't beat a bunch of Gobs and Kobos, you kill all the people who don't possess satisfactory weapons, you overconfident yourself and you die without knowing what it means.

I've never really fought a rival enemy, I've never been stronger than myself, so I'm challenged to be good at it, I'm slashed off with arrogant shores, I'm overconfident, I don't understand it, I'm smashed with confident gear. It's not a level of stupidity or incompetence. It's just pathetic.

Now the Patriarchate was protected by God and hustled that it was a sacred land with the strongest knights and absolute inviolability even when demons overflowed from the border. And because I believed in it, how pathetic, I don't even have the shadow of a super-energy-saving labyrinth royal who is even suspicious of using MP, without even showing a single scale of strength, just a biological force and skill to not be opponent. It's ridiculously incompetent foolish enough to look pathetic. You mourn, too, or did you try to unify the chicken (coca) in black? It's not like I'm unified in black, is it? Father, are you wearing clothes?

The thousand left finally began to escape, but on the front was the catastrophic sickle that stood on the ground as we passed through the gate, to the right, behind and to the left. Exquisite Symphony of Cuteness and Disaster (Symphony) Demon Size Challenge the Arc Demon Death Sizes, their Labyrinth King Demons with their thin paper armor and you won't have to see the results. Even the troops who are able to coexist harmoniously with the people of the city have many sins that cannot be redeemed. Go apologize to the kid with the exposed neck, 'cause you love Grandpa, right?

And apparently it's not poisoned, either, by some of the finest armed men in luxury. I guess you were throwing the soldiers away and exhausting the pawn to see how things were going, where you and your daughter are now dancing and you're feeling exhausted. You two are sitting in a pipe chair painting your hair bright white at once to give it a burnout feel, but you're hard to come by, huh? Did it taste bad when the hair was painted white? Uh, 'cause I didn't take it off, it's from the top of my erotic sister clothes, so it's a no-can, right? That was already a very pleasant touch but it pissed me off.

Well, I'm not coming, so I'm out. I waited for my hair to be white and pointed forward, but I waited for you to wear a boxing glove? Totally otherworldly. Always this guy can't read the air either!

"Dimensional Slash," prepared and prepared for the first blow, weakly suppressing the output and controlling the power, rides off the avant-garde shield, dancing there, chopping and tearing your daughter to dance in, dancing around, sword dancing around and spinning chain roundabout (Rondo). I won't let the Black Sword Holder get close there, if I appraise it nearby, it sucks, this.

MP warmth is behind us, and the wand of the world tree turns into seven swords while pulsating. It's also like the Devil's Sword or the Divine Sword. I saw it in a single meeting, but I can meet with the Seven Swords, which means I'm blown away losing the LV. I thought I was asking for gear. It was pretty strong, whoa. Best class ever in the LV62 or the Church National Army.

Stand face to face, pull the black sword, put it in the right eye, drop your hips deep, you want to try it?

He slashes the sword into one action and pushes it into the other, with a knife that returns it as if it were a gentle rebellion against his body. Swordsmanship, but the skillful swordsmanship of both hands like swordsmanship, the shape of the sword is just like Skull Lord. They don't blow arrows?

And when we pack each other for half a step, sparks of iron flames rise and rough, rough swords come precisely packed. Heavy rains of swords continue to blow up to the knife of stuffing, meaning to connect one hand to the next. And the time has come, a flash swung down to be sucked in until the inescapable beauty. Skull Lord hit me. That's it, and this black sword is a special demon sword.

Now we win. Ultimate sword after push with perfect stuffing, but you know what? It's not just that messy, dirty swordsmanship, because you see the ultimate sword that's beautiful enough to fall in love at the bottom of the earth? Slash down, slay down the knight of every black sword, a sword flash far from resembling Skull Lord. Did you finally blow an arrow? Yeah, this one's real.

"Wow, I just plundered it, but Mithril's shoulder shield is being decided, how bad is this sword! It hurts when it hits you!? And it sounds like you're cursed of something, but it's okay to have it, uh, it says" Shadow Sword (Replicant Sword) All30% Up MP Absorption (Large) HP Absorption (Small) Gear Destruction (Large) Penetrating Crack Weapon Copy (Only Equipped) + ATT "... oh, this or" Curse Poison (Venom) Big Sword Curse Poison Instant Desperate Paralysis Mental Pollution Mental Destruction Mental Anomaly ((Mental Destruction to Owners) (Mental Anomaly Extended)) + DEF "tiny! It's a vicious, vicious, spiteful array, here!

Looks like he was copying the "Great Sword of the Curse Poison (Venom)" he put on his hips, and when I tried to "copy the weapon," he got two World Tree wands, and when I poured magic into seven swords, it would be a proper seven swords, so it's a complete copy! Awesome sword, but the only problem is it just looks like he's got two sticks of wood? I'm gonna master the drums! Looks good for a summer festival!?

If it had been cut, it would have sucked, it had nothing to do with darkness, but the spirit could do it. Even if he wasn't slashed, he was distracted by some gruesome resentment, but does he seem unusual to my spirit? Curse poison or instant death or desperation doesn't work anyway, something you can handle when you're lucky is largely manageable. Conversely, if I could do it, someone else would do it without a fight... I'm lucky with Luk's LvMaX, it's a blast of luck or something, right? Looks dangerous in there, huh, Blast Luck?

And when I went to see the sexually harassed old man who got bummed and killed trying to touch your dancing daughter who was a little concerned, he said, "Gloves of robbery SpE, DeX 40% up Gear robbery (contact required) Effect (skill) Copy (only one. Contact required) + technical correction" He was a horny old man who was about to touch you in the glove, or he was the archbishop because he was right, was he horny? Well, I know how much it hurts to want to touch you, but even I try my best to be patient during the day and force my abstinence to be healthy! So no touching! Dance, don't touch your daughter! I'll touch it later.

I still don't like the equipment of the diocese. However, it is the chairmen of the committee who are having trouble copying it, but they cannot beat the chairmen because they can't take it away from them if they get the skills of the chairmen.

And if you can touch the chairmen of the armored committee, it's a delicacy that will be scouted by the labyrinth emperor at that point, if he is like that, the Patriarchate is taking the heavens very far. I can't say or use my skills if they take me, because I can't even use them if I'm alone.

Well, it's going to be all right because I'm going to die socially and life at the time I try to touch the JKs, no one is going to touch the boys high school...... if I were there, I'd suck! Church, don't be afraid?