Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 160 After noon Border Plains

While I was told it was the lower level, apparently it was around 80 levels, but in case you were escorted by the chairmen of the armoured committee, you wouldn't have to worry, just in case I gave you the tightest vinegar as well. Yeah, it's a sour mysterious vinegar over time, even if it's stored in an item bag, and I hated the tea extermination, but let it hold.

And to connect with your daughter's LV lift and my adjustments, I put Mr. Slime on the escort and promised to everyone in the middle labyrinth... I get lost in a very confusing deep labyrinth with a rocky feel that feels very similar.

"Mr. Labyrinth, whose land exploration went insanely astray on the long side of the border, says it was a labyrinthine mistake, because it's a common temple that's very common in alleys, and I'm not bad. You're the victim of wandering the roadless border, aren't you? Yeah, we shouldn't have a labyrinth here, should we? I'm going?

(Pulp)

"Have a map (map) skill, it doesn't matter about land exploration. And we're in a straight line!

Now, there's the problem of not being able to work with your successor daughter, except for the slander against us that you can't take it with anyone, and the problem will still be to gather information about your daughter's behavior as a matter of priority.

The upper echelon rushed through with an early win, with an excessive momentum and an unfortunate hierarchy lord dying 51F. So I tried collaborative combat...... yeah, it's falling apart admirably!

Mr. Chairman of the Armor Committee will be able to read it if the movement is to some extent, and he will be able to match it over there, but - I can't read the "timing" of your daughter's martial arts and weapons exchange (switch) moments, because she will change her weapon in a strange way to suit the movement, the demons and the servants will flee in a great hurry, pushing each other and bumping into each other in a mood, the enemy and the way they see it are brawling and crowded!

The joint-daughter is also afraid that the interval between attacks will grow, but the weapon will change briefly in an instant and the rotational speed will increase suddenly. Then both me and the demon couldn't react, stuttering. With the demon running away, breathing and adjusting the placement, right and left... bump each other?

(Poyo poyo)

"No, you and the demon can kind of mind-boggle each other, right? Yeah, we got eyes and eyes, didn't we? I bumped it though."

Weaponry, but martial arts suddenly change and I can't read the combination at all, intermittence, breathing (timing) and weapons can be freely and freely variable, so I can't imagine anything at all. An endless commotion with the demon with extraordinary bends in continuous moves? Are you busy?

"Your husband" Yes "jumped suddenly, changed at right angles, flew, tree sticks stretched and bent, walked out in the air and turned upside down. I don't know why!

Communication of will is a difficult thing, no matter how much we speak in words, each other's thoughts disappear into the sky in vain (so much) without taking shape. Yeah, "Avoidance Golem LV51" shattered without being able to avoid (Avoidance) with an unbehaved, lawless, ignorant circumference?

"No, 'cause if you interpret that as a new-do dream wand technique, it must not be my fault. If you shake it, if you poke it with a knife, if you pound it with a spear, if you pound it with a spear, you're suspected of being caused by a mysterious martial arts that overflows with a sense of crisis (suspense)? And, uh, it's not like it's upside down, but if you're reflecting on swirl, rotation and inversion in the air, the world's upside down. Yeah, it's troublesome stuff, is there something wrong with different worlds until they spin? Like?"

I can't tell you how to turn just one thought into a leaf of a million things and talk about hundreds of billions. To put it plainly, Divine Lordship, everything, I'm not bad, am I? Yeah, he was a rare skinny dodgy golem, but he was usually better off with a sturdy normal golem because he wasn't dodgable at all, was he? Brittle?

(Pulp)

And go down there and try again to work together at 52F, the bat that covers the hierarchy is "Swarve Bat LV52". This time it seems to be off (Swave), is it a lot of dodgy?

Accelerate and accelerate stepping acceleration, the transition skips space, but the shrinkage shrinks space, and instantaneous steps walk through distorted space. If you step in, you can reach everywhere, but even though it's a mystery where and which way you're headed, 3D 3D 3D manoeuvres, up and down, sensory loss missing, current location, unknown heaven and earth?

And the joint-daughter jumps, a "bunk jump" with only one step and fixed coordinates. That's when the principle of empty walking was read, if you can see magic even at first sight and understand what it means, you can use it as a sniper. That's why the first hand sealed the air battle and crushed all the little moves.

Automatically making scaffolding in any position, not versatile, but just an easy and unsuccessful jump, but a magnificent sport that turned it into an advanced stunt, the flight slashes the bat's feathers and causes a steel whirlwind.

Yeah, I can't use an ultra-high-frequency vibration explosion. Play it off with a tough slash, this backlash is the move that your daughter couldn't see through... While she's about to bump into it with mayhem because she still can't see through it, the mayhem winds up with an unknown confusion disturbing the destination of Dobby's Frenzy and Fury.

(Poyo poyo)

Exchange change (Uh-huh) - Unexpectedly even the French. (Uh-huh) And Tempa are tears as Mr. Slime's intrusion joins the frenzy of confusion, and your daughter runs around the mess extremely hard? Yeah, the bats are already stiff in the air with the dong pull, slashing it around with a gorgeous swirl crash.

The greatest irrationality of martial arts finds truth in the sphere, while a person can only move horizontally with the ground. Yeah, flying and spinning is the solution, right?

(Pulp)

And from the beginning, Mr. Slime of the Sphere! There are no blind spots in that movement, no preliminary motion, no laws of physics, centrifugal force and reflex chaos.

"Connecting Daughter, can you even remember and imitate the girls' moves in this short period of time... let's not make them remember just the raccoon gazi gazi!

(Puyopuyo)

The joint-daughter dances and dances like a fierce dance (step), stamps, stamps, and stamps (stamps) on an attack from an ultra-low altitude that is difficult to deal with from her feet. It passes to the dreaded Borderline House at the dance party and is wasted (hard stepping), as well as the new gymnastician daughter's swirling around, leaning heavily against the back. With the sword carving the infinite slaughter, the time changes rapidly, the tip of the handicraft stitches the sky up and down like an acre (switch) with an exchange of weapons to the spear. From the daughter-in-law's serial penetration, the vice-b's big swirling attack... you even had the big hammer?

I'll take care of it downstairs, bouncing around the universe with bats over the sky, running around, flying around, snapping around. He slashes around in the depicted geometry of a rampant orbit and rolls around and rolls off in a cliché. Yeah, Mr. Slime and I were in an air collision (Gottsnko) and we didn't have a crash and we paid for ourselves?

(Pom pom!)

"No, I wasn't standing behind me and I was flying, and I'm in the middle of saying that our adventure, named indefinite inactivity, about the mysterious difference between the direction of the sphere and the musicality that might be in front of us, right now? Yeah, we're in a fight, aren't we?

Because of Mr. Slime's multiaxial change in eccentricity and the "backlash" that utilizes internal rebellion, the "backlash" that mimics the physical manipulation from within and outside and then shifts and plays it off, and the "instantaneous motion" that adds momentum and changes direction (vector) by joining your daughter's demonic powers, everyone has unpredictable orbital changes and meaningless harsh (cynical) orbital (course) twists and turns have danced with bad luck or bounced with Poyon during fervent force belligerence (dead-heat)... the instantaneous motion has somehow been judged by the movement of demonic power in the body, but seems far from working together.

"Yeah, I'm mad at you, but Mr. Slime is an escort and you don't need to LV up or adjust!?"

(Poyo poyo ~?)

Damn, it's tehepero even though you don't have a face! And cute!! Yeah, that's justice. And the joints. Your daughter seems to have learned to fuck off? A labyrinth full of mysteries of different worlds, don't be afraid!?