Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 191 Day Labyrinth 76F

Escaped the attacked and destroyed fatherland, doomed to the moffley-east aiming at the end of the vagrancy. We wandered without a destination or a destination. And the brave men who risked their lives to protect us from being chased on slave hunts. From that day on, he applied to an employee of Maid Coffee who wanted to go with Mr. Oda and finally was assigned to the Maid Corps after winning an uninterrupted and intense competition and enduring uninterrupted and awesome training.

That day, I shuddered, trembling and crying... frightened, brave enough to shelter us in pain and move forward... a place I've always dreamed of since that day when I saw you desperately move forward, punching that trembling knee.

And I was able to enter the training members to the border. It was a happy city in the world apart from what I had heard, a city that was gentle, rich and beautiful for everyone. The brunette princesses were gentle, everyone was nice to the princesses.

I just saw it in a grumpy memory, a brunette warrior in a blazing flame... I still don't know about that person. Are you gentle or scared, weak or strong, true or false, a good person or an outsider... and are you really laughing?

LV lifting training at the border is also the final day, and the last tour of insanity was prepared by stepping through the labyrinth. That's a leg to the deep lower labyrinth.

And I saw it there. I saw it there. Insanity, hell you can't even stand with common sense.

Everyone couldn't breathe - the bitterness and the memory of a severe heartbeat burned. Floating on the eyelid is a black jacket and a disconnected figure with cold eyes reflecting the despair of the world. He was a boy with a nostalgic smile who had something horrible (like a bar) in his hand that tried to prune every life.

Play - Dance with ease as if the words were so sweet, let the blades of death shine and dance in the dense areas of the demons. It was a brutal ravage far from play by cruelty, carrying a murderous and mad death murder weapon bored with joy, picking up demon stones as if they were not enough in the heart of a glowing ocean of demon stones where piles of carcasses disappeared… alien tentacle creatures.

"Something doesn't rank low at depths? Yeah, well, maybe it's still a mystery which of the complicated, weird F grades you broke up with all 30 of those systems in F grade? Are you shitty?" "" "Sure you're honest demons with no spiciness, huh?" "" Even though it sounds deep, right? "" Why not? The Hierarchist is trying, but the others are appropriate and squishy?

Breathless intimidation swirls, and the deep labyrinth is breathless as fear stains the air...... yet public discourse. It's like an easy routine. Yes, I'm sure this madness is everyday.

"Yeah, the numbers are subtle... after all, the depth of the labyrinth doesn't match the flair. You don't find this kind of labyrinthine fun, do you?" "Hey, don't shake it!" "Yeah, what if they think you're one of the labyrinth modifiers!!"

If we went about a bunch of brunettes to the labyrinth everyone was afraid of, it was a frenzied comedy there. It is the daily routine of the brunette warriors and brunette princesses, who are also theatrical, and who follow it as if the princesses of the nations were squires, who naturally walk behind it.

I watched what I wanted to hear and what I wanted to say, overflowing with questions I wanted to spit out. It's more hilarious than the play, more foolish clown dance than being deceived.

Pure madness by the purity of laughing in a deep, horrible, dark world of terror, with no stray or confusion to play in the dead. It was a stage of madness around in the void, running and dancing over bats that were dispersed in darkness and flew without sound.

"Hi-ha-ha, even if I don't pry into nothing with a sudden cut that won't last long, they're going to think it's the other way around because it's going to end up like some kind of" hi-ha, "and that's why if you're fighting" hi-ha, hi-ha, hi-ha, hi-ha, "that sounds scary, right?

(Pulp?)

Funny story. Yes, a funny clown who watched it in a play even in his hometown and heard it in a bard song. But it was just a reality - so I can't laugh, I can't laugh anymore - playing in funny and dangerous places, playing witch mountain games and scattering death.

Always on the stage in a dangerous place of death, ridiculously and inexplicably run away, avoid and play around clown dance, the stage actors of the falling demons caught in that witch mountain play - and laugh and praise the wild, such fun and delightful comedy.

If that was reality, laugh off because I don't think it would have been true, the truth about a dark-haired clown who fingered and mocked me. It's obvious - it's decided to be scary, there's no way it's funny in hell like this. We laughed in a safe playhouse, we were frightened by clowns laughing at the bottom of the ground, and we think of the true meaning of a big laugh play.

Funny fool running away - - of course, it was normal to run around. That would have been madness if there had been brave men who stood up bravely and courageously in a world of fear that would have died just from plundering. So I kill, I run away, I kill them all with comedy madness.

An actor hung by a thread that you can't see in a play was springing up in a hilarious, amusing light business - but if that's the reality. If that reality were more amazing than a play or something and miraculously impotent...... that, I'm sure, nobody would laugh.

"What's the point of adjusting a single knife?" "" That's right! 'Cause it's like a bar!! "" Eh... is that like a bar all in one? "" Yeah, don't seriously go in there because you won't know what it means anymore!! "

Remaining face of childhood, a piece of equipment that cannot even be called a luxurious, thin body and a poor armor to call a warrior. It was like staying on stage, low LV, black hair, black eyes.

There is no lie every word - I was laughing because it was impossible. There's no way a clown dancing in hell like that can be funny.

"No, it's a special if you activate a one-piece knife... but that's a special if you don't have all the conditions for a special, isn't it? Yeah, you don't know what that means, do you?" "" "That's why you were practicing!!" "(Poyo Poyo)

That's the most famous and popular play. One day a child sneaks into the labyrinth, falls out of a hole to the bottom of the labyrinth, and the doozy play of a poor, funny clown that starts there - I wonder where the hell that was a comedy, how could I have laughed at such a nightmare?

And the story of a foolish clown who is driven around by the king of the labyrinth, slinging his sword unceremoniously and ridiculously, plunging a hundred swordspears, fleeing a thousand deaths, defeating him with unlikely luck and holding a treasure.

Everybody slapped their laughing hands, jumped their jerks and scoffed (bruised) laughing- but I can't laugh anymore. None of us can laugh anymore. Because I knew what it meant, and I saw the truth with this eye. Yes, this is how I killed him without dying, the strongest fear I could ever resist.

There is no lie every word - its weak body, unlimited near death, a hundred swords and a thousand deaths have seen the meaning of the madness of dancing and dancing in witch mountains.

It's decided to scare me! There's no way it's funny, I'm going to cry just watching it... I forgot to breathe in fear and my eyes burned without being able to close them.

The king of the labyrinth, the absolute fear that only heroes and brave men can defeat if they are aware of it.

Even before its incarnation of death, it makes a scene with laughing, playful bullshit, without a word or a lie as it is in the play.

Neither making words of what you see nor shaping words makes sense in vain.

It's a stupid, ridiculous clown dance, it's an impossible absurdity to dance in a dead place.

The dance of the King of the Labyrinth, who breaks and crumbles every time he flees, and the Clown's Killing Formation, which plays with the Laughing Witch Mountain.

It's like a dream, like a nightmare. Yet it's real, and that's a stage no one can laugh at.

A little boy of strange weakness who doesn't die is the most dreaded nightmare of dancing with a death giant.

The disastrous and horrible blow blurs his black hair, yet his black eyes keep staring at him smiling.

A tiny black shadow twirls in a burning hell of a black flame.

The clown who makes beautiful women serve and fight with the immense wealth gained in the labyrinth was always a part of the ploy running away on the front lines for whatever reason.

It was a labyrinth, it was a battlefield, it was a forest of demons, and all those laughing stories -- that number of hell.

"Well, since when did I think I wouldn't... beat him to death! Yeah, I'm tired of it!! Hi-ha-ha!" "" Since when did I tell you to give up the King of the Labyrinth because you practice the One-Blade!! "" I knew it was like the One-Blade Bar? "" No, that's just like a bar! "" "Yeah, you're the same disgusted boredom!!" "

A hunk of shattered and scattered, it is the unbroken wreckage of the king of the labyrinth. A black-haired boy nestled in that remnants of fire… in the midst of a frightening and frightening fear just watching away (or less), he scatters the king of the labyrinth laughing in a world of fear where there is only death, and tells him that only a quiet rubble was true.

It's the story of the hero Tan - the brave man who instantly wiped out the labyrinth that even the army couldn't crush. But no one will talk about it. To make it into words, to convey it in words, to shape what it sees, all of which, if put into words, collapse vain and overflow.

If you put it into words, it's a funny clown story.

There is no lie in every word of it - its weak body, unlimited near death, a hundred swords, a thousand deaths, as it were, dancing with more than ten thousand despairs.

Remember the horrifying appearance of the past aliens, understanding them in front of the vanished king of the labyrinth. What price was it getting for the meaning of the magic stone that was swept from the border?

I can't laugh anymore, none of us can laugh anymore.

A clown dancing laughing in hell, a dance of clowning who dies and never dies in a natural nightmare.

I'm so scared of it. It's impossible, so the funny and delightful play... if you look at reality with these eyes, the truth was just fear.

Naturally - - there's just no way you can laugh and be happy, there's just no way you can dance and solve it.

Only the number of stories of those many clowns have fought and killed them all in hell.

That's a delightful miga if you ask from the edge. But if that's reality, then I'm sure only those who see it will know how horrible it is.

So we can't laugh anymore - because we've seen the fear, the madness, the dignity. Funny hero Tan as if he were a joke and a clown fighting weaker and weaker than he could laugh at.

It was a more spectacular madness, a completely different strength, unlike the desperate and painful courage of your masters.

Ever...... I think as I stare at my back in the labyrinth, scary, horrible. Everyone remembers how the body flatly ignores it and laughs at it in the dead, even though it tries to protect its life by reacting to fear as it does its instincts. Nestled as if to reign in the heart of the world of death, staring at each other with death, that appearance of death frightened and frightened and distracted. 'Cause I don't know... do you think the king of the labyrinth who stared at each other was freaking out and turning away?