Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 152 Evening Elf Forest Labyrinth 90F

That's an empty flower crash, a word that means paranoia or hallucinations in which flowers that don't exist in the world fall apart. Still, it tricks and fits fantasies, phantom evil spirits in reality.

That hierarchical lord's "Mirage Reyce LV90" is us. Absolutely powerful people who will be devastated, still confident that they can win...... there will be absolutely no safety.

It flirts and wanders right and left and into the sky. Mirage Reis' Phantom (Mirage) is decapitated and engraved in an inescapable way because it is unpredictable and more meaningless than illusion, deceiving con artists with hallucinations. Evil spirits floating in the sky and 3D activated ripple bends dancing in the air to play. Its gravity-free direction-free orbit is endless... it's like a free-spirited, free-spirited, bouncing trek that leaps and dominates space with our seamless face.

That's an attempt to adjust, relaxed motion to play confirms the body, and small craftsmen like that try a combination of strong and weak skills. The deception of a pearl, carefully disguised and refined with taste and skill, layered on top of each other to elevate it to a move.

"There's no such thing as a non-existent evil spirit who can follow his insanity, is there?" "It doesn't make more sense than an unknown body of spirits... so you can't do it like a spirit (occult), can you?" "Yeah, Mr. Reyes, you're totally bizarre and you're losing, aren't you?" "" "Mr. Evil Spirit looks pathetic..." "

Simple skills that are not enough for everyone to use and mysterious skills that are useless and inoperable. Mixed and chemically altered wavelengths of eccentricity, which is the alchemist's communication (trick) with the eccentric technique (squid).

Spring wind pretending to be slutty, spiteful elaborate deception everywhere in a heartless ugly footscratch and despicable disguise, so beautiful.

"Ha ha. I'm not gonna hit you, I'm not gonna hit you... a targeted swirling assault (barrel roll loo)! Like ahhh!

(Prupru!)

He forcibly manipulates and deludes the body that was bounced off as if it were an advanced move, and he spins and slashes it off as if he was lucky enough to leave it to convenience.

"Crashes are always hurricanes. Okay, targeted ahhhhhh!

(Puyo puyo!)

Deceive me that it's something like that (...) out of that unexpected unexpected common sense, forcing me to only report the results and round them into Snakehead Dragontail.

"From, Shining Wizard Wow!!... Feel like?

Everything in this eye is a lie, everything that is told is false. The world is all deceived and repainted with fakes. So the world is happy and beautiful... there's no reason for that.

"and duh duh duh duh duh duh! Hi-ha-ha!

(Poyo poyo!!)

Hierarchists who can't read and flirt with the movement, allies stunned by its overwhelming orbit, and deceivers who pretend to be calm. Panic - it's a vicious act that connects coincidences with miracles, smells ladybugs and forces them to pawn and deceive them.

"I wonder... if that control performance. Or" "Even completely, it won't arrive. Unless the underlying performance is a different world…" "Common sense impossible but insane possibility, zero, your husband will not give up."

Everyone's breathtaking high technology is a false idol, the most powerful fiction whose vanity fiction weaves with falsehood and falsehood. The ultimate in thousand-changing glare that creates with a combination of exquisite skill manipulation and a wide variety of gear effects, resulting in the best and most perfect confusion.

"Even that one... it won't arrive?" "That's real control, no." "But, that's... not great." "If it's complete, the basic capabilities are greater than ours. If you possess darkness... you can still follow it just by reflection" "If you hit it because it's brittle, you'll die. So a move that doesn't hit it. That's the impossible opponent, the desperate difference in absolute physical ability" "" No... ""

Naturally, you understand and take measures to that point. I'm looking ahead, I'm aiming for the other side of it.

The difference in isolated forces that we noticed when we surpassed the LV 100, it... must have adapted to this world, that exceeded the wall of limitations that allowed us to handle our own bodies and their abilities fully. And the state of completeness, in which the strongest saying labyrinth emperor has lifted the restrictions, and the mystery of darkness has strengthened its power beyond even the strongest. And...... the absolute disparity between the decisive basic abilities and the distorted strength of the distortion of being unable to reach the LV100.

Perhaps Angelica and the others are superior by service, still feeling weaker than when Yao-kun was an active labyrinth royal... that means he can't do all he can without reaching the LV100, which means the labyrinth royal waiting at the bottom should have extreme strength.

"" "Far away, annoying...?

"Ah, I'm looking for the floor - Mr. Slime's stuck up against the wall and cheating on you -? You're close."

Organize what you see, divide the information correctly, and there will always be reason (sayings) there... Wouldn't that make you do all you can? If that can be controlled, if that can be used at all costs, the reaction will be dull if you are trapped in a coma disturbance, even if you have the physical ability of that awesome, full-open labyrinth royal. But how far can the body withstand that backlash, the kind of communication that magically pushes out of the body with the mind in the body?

"Oh, I noticed... it's too late?

"Yeah, I avoided landing on the wall in a hurry... but you totally lost control"

I've been practicing and adjusting, I even let Angelica and the three of them go with the void. But that was also the vanity that showed us, the illusion that miraculously succeeded in a move that could only be fooled once.

Exhausted Yuki-kun says he will say his bedtime words, which are "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I won't let him get within this much pain"... it's a trick to fool himself, so everything is a lie.

So beautiful and beautiful... in such a distorted, ugly and cruel world, beautiful everywhere because it's a gentle and cruel lie... (Gusha! Zudoon!!)

Wow, crashed on the wall with a cone rub from a full-speed clash... sounds like a crushed frog, doesn't it? Sounds painful, but you hit a bee on a liar, right? Beauty... is that a lie?