Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 113 Late Night Church Cathedral

He protected his captured daughter and the daughter who followed it, the whole clan, and continued to protect everyone as he fought at the rear with his daughter, who led and saved many others while also helping all other races. Both proud of my precious treasures. I won't allow them to take it away from me, if my daughters protected everyone, how could there be a mother who wouldn't help her?

I chased him, but the ship left, so I went by road, and the ship went to the merchant kingdom, and when I found and liberated the beasts, my instinct, Kan, told me, "This way."

During the day I dug holes and hypnotized them, and it wasn't my daughter who finally found them after continuing to run into the dark at night, but it was the children of the grabbed beast man. But I couldn't make it, when I chased him, he carried me inside the cathedral, and when I went inside and helped the children, my powers were sealed and my abilities were not even available. So you're telling me what's going on? If you can't help yourself, it's speed, if you can't use Skills, it's technology, and I'm sorry, but I've never beaten anyone!

But it keeps playing forever. It keeps fighting its monster opponents all day and night, exhausted and stuck in defense battles that endure the man-made sea tactics over there alone. There are children in the back, endless battles that can't be fought, but they can't be over!

That's where the anomaly happened. A soldier who was constantly and uninterruptedly attacking me to keep me from resting, exploring signs and traps that there was no reason to rest me full of creation with poison and magic attacks, but nothing.

And here comes the negotiator, trying to open up the kids.

The condition is, "Kill the intruder, and prepare the weapon. Be sure to wear it." That was it, I wasn't willing to trust you, and there was no way I could, but I swore my hand on the Cathedral's sacred relic, "The Stone Plate of the Covenant," in front of my eyes. Even if I find it suspicious, I can't find any other way to help the kids, but if I go outside, I'm not willing to lose.

Put your hands on the tablet and swear acceptance. When I broke this oath, I could not move and to death, I saw that it was worth talking about more than all the great priests had sworn in.

And it was a trap. I swore and received a cursed weapon. The promise not to go after me will be void if I die... so I didn't have time, I swear to myself that if I don't die until I deliver these kids, I won't die until I help my daughters and see their faces.

I searched. The awesome intruder, who didn't leak any signs and didn't vibrate rather than footsteps, was doing the demolition by making a roar and explosion? Instantly the houses disappeared and the town vanished as if it were an illusion.

To help the children, to rescue their daughters, to tell themselves yes. But even though they were people, they were children, boys, younger than their daughters. A boy who looks blacker than me, wrapped in the armor of a demon who curses and erodes his body, a deeply hooded but youthful face wrapped around a pitch-black robe, a child who just held a wooden stick in his hand on a black robe that covers him to his feet.

(Sorry......)

Humiliation as a warrior and suffering as a mother, nevertheless the life of the children of the Beast tribe and their future are deposited yet determined, and a bitter decision is made. You can be resented, because you do what you deserve by being resented and hated. I still take young lives, because I take that future... and I die soon too, and I can't possibly be forgiven for that, but at least let's go apologize. Still, when the children protect, they poke the steepest point from behind, blocking the signs that they would at least not suffer while apologizing in their hearts. A special poke that will take your life shortly after you realize it. That was paid for without turning around, I laughed unexpectedly when I saw that turning around, saying the world was wide and high.

Blood as a samurai shudders, his skin lights up as it burns, and the roar of joy is about to leak from the back of his throat. The inner madness, which had no place to go since the beating down of her current husband, said to be the strongest of the Beast Nation, awakens, when there is a strong opponent here, the beast whose soul was lurking in the "frivolity" rolls. Cursed, corrupted by curses, black and dirty bodies strike at the ultimate joy and tremble, but win, for the sake of the children. Instead of enjoying the battle, they go to win for sure.

Yet I am shunned, shunned, bounced off, accelerated and suddenly popping up at the highest speed in my body alone, and I can't get a bunch of poking moves that boast that I believe to be the strongest in polishing. The stunned, joyful, returning blow that looked down from a distant height at the height I had reached, the one I thought was extreme, was a thrust. When there was still a way to go, when I could be stronger, you were made to look weak and immature.

"Uh, I'm not something suspicious, am I? Yeah, he's just a passing innocent intruder scouting, and he's a good boy high school student enough to get saint certification because he's not bad at all, right? I mean, you didn't ask, but boys in high school like to poke, but they don't like to be poked, do they? You want to poke me?

Whether you're in a hurry or upset. The words were meaningless, yet they don't hit, and the more you fight, the less you hit. That's all I've been polishing. The moves I've been polishing are cut off! Black eyes as deep as night look at me, black eyes as dark as night.

But my body is getting impatient with the curse, I don't have time.

My mind becomes quiet, my body strengths disappear, I feel the world quietly, and now I can, intuitively, shoot off the best poke I've ever aspired to all my life.

Release. The fastest and strongest thrust where the bouncing force in your body becomes a line, accelerating in an instant to the highest speed. That's...

"Mr. Douglas, Shotto! Who is Mr. Douglas? Thank you, Mr. Snake Hud, for being a rattlesnake threat, huh? But it's over because it's dangerous, because that demon sword is dangerous, right?

Parked with a single poke, the tip of the sword was stopped with a cane in different dimensions. Easily just protruded divine moves!

What's more than that!? I was struck by the best blow lost in a series of attacks, even though LV was only 27 children when I appraised him! I even saw a snake for a second!?

Still stained my workout moves my body reacts, unconsciously poking instantly. Shooting at the gap after the big move, it seems easy without even having to do it.

It wasn't even a major move, no disturbance in posture at all. Maoyang and I stood, seemingly loosely and tarnishly, and it moved, it was my thrust that approached me as the wand in my hand changed shape and turned into something like a sword, dimensionally insane, unleashed the best thrust I was aiming for. No, it was more than that... I twisted my moves from leg to body strip "spring" all the way through my arm, and there was overlapping circular motion, and it was added as a spiral! Divine moves I didn't make more of an imagination than the height I aspired to, you were just lost at the foot of a distant height rather than extreme...... but still help the kids!

Throw yourself out of this... I bet on a few hopes even if you don't have the courage, maybe your sister will come after your captured sister, let's entrust that kid. I'm good enough so far, that's why I bet everything here, I'm cursed and I'm starting to rot, I throw this body away and I'm forced to win. And I want to win, I want to fight.

Poke above my moves, but if it works together, the reach is the same. Jump into the moment you push back, if you can stop it, you can't poke it in the moment, and if you stop it, without moving it, the sword will be powerless. Aim for the greatest weakness of the poking move, it's good to hit.

Yet... the thrust has grown, the moment I tried to retreat I thought it was an error, my mind told me to avoid it!

The sword flew away when I bent over twisting myself in a broken position... I flew every glove instead of stretching out!? He grabbed my armor with his bare hands during a flashing moment, but his opponent was unarmed. Intense shock the moment I thought of that, my eyes met with the boy in paralysis all over my body... my eyes as if scolding me were as harsh as they were to blame for my giving up and yet tender...

And the cursed, rotten body, which should have decayed, shattered and scattered, is warm. The blurry sight in my eyes as to whether it was a journey to death or a dream was madness.

An overwhelming anger that leaves me cursed and dyed my arms black and dirty, my soul frozen and I will not even forgive death... I give up living, the curse and resentment that tangles and kills me, the blacker curse and resentment that freaks me out at its madness, dust and scatters away and disappears.

I dyed myself black, and I never stopped caring that the curse and resentment eroded, that I was wholeheartedly healing my body, that the beast man, the boy of man, was treating me with his life, that he tried to kill me by hanging the lives of the sons of beasts and the lives of the children of man on the balance.

Our beasts, who were discriminated against, were always the same as those who scorned and hated people. Only this boy was different, dark black eyes that reflected what appeared in his eyes wrapped madness and killed out curses, poison and my weak heart, there was no way he could beat such a scared opponent, naturally it was a result of too much.

Differences in readiness, that overwhelming difference over heaven and earth, were too different from me when I gave up my life by miracle while deciding to help my children... This boy decided (...) that if I kill everything I want to do and everything I resist it will be destiny "no," so instead of giving up, I won't even admit to losing or falling, I won't allow it, I won't forcefully and without hesitation dispose of everything with endurance to the point of cruelty.

The madness of twisting down everything without escaping pain, pain or distress and forcing your own will to twist and bend even your destiny. There's no way you can beat something like this, your mind is too different before your powers and moves.

Sleeping slightly in soft light, a boy with a blur in his eyes and a broken body and a curse all over his body, but I'm not worried anymore, because this boy is not like I'm worried and good.

The beast tribe's teachings from my old ancestors were "mind-mover bodies," I meant to know them well and I had no idea - the mind thing was so strong and so scary... so it was a mind-mover body, at first the mind, if it had lost, there would have been no point in moves or body. So you should never win.

Reminds me of Yume Depression. Ever since I was a kid, I've been called the best of the Beast Clan, but from now on, I'm gonna say, "Oh, my God, I'm just a waste of time." Let me tell you something bigger and more amazing than fate or the world, and I'll brag that I saw it. What would my daughters say if I told you about such a hell of a boy? I want to see you...