Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 203 After noon Border Labyrinth 31F

A body that trembles and cramps as it splashes fluid. A frantic hard, sharp spiral that determines that stuffy, crazy meat.

"No, ahhh! It's gross! It's eg! It's a massacre Splatta!!"

"No, the Spiral Sword" Drill Sword "is convenient for spikes, and if you want to sharpen with the convenient Spiral Spiral" Drill "sword function, which specializes in the rotational sharpening (mincemaker) function of choosing meat by spinning, then the fully automatic" (kanna) shield is recommended, right?

This is the labyrinth of the border, the end of the legendary world. A hell of a painting of Splata Horror, a brutal tragedy in which the vicious demons, frightened by everyone, turn into ground beef (mince), in more appalling tragic "Splatta" gear than its legend of terror.

"Yeah, it's a handy spiral spiral" drill "sword feature with an indefinite gear shifting with the trigger on hand, so you can also make it slow ground beef (mince)?

"It's extra gross!! Why are you slowly choosing meat!?"

"No, even this low-speed rotation Slow can't beat the output Torque is a testament to basic performance. What kind of decoration is RPM? Yeah, for horny people, the importance of which is painful in the middle of the night, encouraging them to penetrate and beat the tight tightness of the output" Torque ". If you work hard with ultra-fast RPM, you get bumped in the morning and you get stuck, right?

Our legend tells us that the first generation admired the Eagle King with all their heart, and that he wanted to be there with that sword… Yet you regretted for the rest of your life that you couldn't protect the Eagle King at that very end.

I grew up listening to that story from a young age. That's why I became the sword saint of the Republic to sharpen my sword moves so that I could protect someone, take over the will of the Eagle King, and defend my homeland, the Moffrey East, which defies the reign of the Republic.

"What are you talking about! Please give me a normal sword! In the first place, why would a sword mince a demon in a fast spin!?"

"Totally drilled. My daughter is clever with swords, but her hair is drilled because LV is low on disproportionate, and the battle goes too well with interpersonal fights, so she needs to try different swords without objection to see aptitude, and then there are lots of useless swords? Like?"

Yet my hometown was a dead burning field, a sense of despair when not a single member of my family, the people, remained. I would have cried out for incompetence and kept crying for how much I apologized to the burnt earth.

That's what I swore to give this sword when I reunited with the families I thought I'd never see again and found out they were all saved and safe. Yeah, I was ready to give my sword, but I'd like the sword to spin and not turn the demon into a tragic corpse 'mince' please!!

"That's it, isn't it! There was absolutely no inevitability anywhere else in the story but the hairstyle!!"

And everyone in the reunited family smiled. Everyone would have laughed at losing their hometown... but everyone was laughing. Living well and prosperous, he said, and the founding aspirations are right here on the border.

No matter how desperate Moffley-East was, it didn't come true to save everything in a small country, a lot of lives that fell zero out of his hands. An incarnation of greed that saves viciously all of it individually but not yet enough, and arrogantly determines that it is not enough at all until it takes away all the slaves of this world with excessive compensation.

Save your slaves in the economy, just like King Eagle, but this one is the evil king who winds up all his riches so that his slaves can live happily ever after in the wealthy. If you don't like even a drop of that life, you can destroy even the war, ravage the nation, devour grief, and empower me with arrogance.

There is no analogy, no grasp, free as clouds playing in the sky, windy as cotton wool dancing in the wind. It's like the stars floating on the surface "Everyone," a peculiarity that goes so far as to be overwhelming even though you're there but you can't reach it.

"No, seriously, you should be able to handle all kinds of swords, right? Yeah, with the hundreds of billions of stars in the night sky, filled with hundreds of billions of ways to kill and slaughter just the demons, right?

"Don't romantically trick me into killing you! I just asked if it was a good story for a moment!!"

Everyone in my homeland was thankful for everything, and Mr. Disaster, who was speaking with a sigh, was certainly someone who could not speak without a sigh. It's not that easy if you think it's absurd, to follow the strongest emperors and intangibles and run free without form that is orally unexplainable.

And I've always wanted to tell you how grateful I was for saving my family, but if I did, I'd be stuck and something scratchy would go up!

The strongest, said to be weak and fragile, ravages and slaughters the labyrinth, the most fearful that everyone desires to protect is at a height beyond anyone's reach, an unemployed nightmare in which a disastrous labyrinth looks pitiful because it wreaks havoc at the worst of the world.

"Is that it? The fully automatic drill sword and the fully automatic saw (Scarecrow) sword were good, but the fully automatic (Kanna) shield and the fully automatic (Yasuri) shield are subtle... they don't seem to sell? Manual" just "blunt instruments (hammers) were better, and manual" mundane "nail-pulling golden vegetables (like bars) were the most convenient!? Yeah, bonito demons would have been worth sharpening, but even if you sharpened it, Mr. Seabeef would be gross, right? Are you there?"

"I don't want to! You don't even need sharpening sea beef!! I'm not shaking it, I really don't need sharpening sea beef, it's gross!!"

It's not strong, it's awful. Kill with ease and pleasure without even a glimpse of one scale of its strength. The demons of the living, murderous labyrinth nest in a pit, slaughtered and passed away, and die without dreams or hope as the labyrinth, the nightmare of the world, falls asleep in terror.

He hunted demons so he could play lightly in the desert, and danced with a changing move to play dry "Ha Sha" gi witch mountains on a playground without any danger - that night I, Me and Nasreen, heard.

No matter how much I fought, my LV didn't go up, and I said it was only about thirty. The ability "Skills" was just like crap that didn't make sense. Success it and mix it up, how to mislead it as if it were a combat skill, force your body to connect the "Skill" gear so badly that it deceives you like a martial arts... that it's all a lie.

He's worse than the bad guy, he's worse than the nightmare, and he's more miserable than miserable. And gentler evil deeds than innocent and tender children Sanya.

I cried with regret that day - wondering what I had ever done with the talent and blessed skills of a born sword. I learned that my back, which was terribly strong and seemed uninterrupted and large, was tiny and scratchy.

Still laughing. That ridiculous clown false figure who can save and play with everyone and him is the truth... not funny because he's strong, but strong because he's funny in the dead.

I'm sure the first generation who gave their swords to the Eagle King felt this way...... Founding Tan, who dreamed of a funny world and had the same philosophy as the Eagle King, who dreamed of the future and made his country. However, the distant ones are totally unwilling to create a country, willing to destroy the common sense of the world regardless of even the country, not tolerate slavery and everyone can't be abused, and everyone is naturally laughing at him, a casual group that cheats that peace is best and lines up a group of giant mass weapons to terrorize violence.

And while forced to penetrate and screaming extensively, the king of the labyrinth was ground beef "Minch," and the annihilation battle by the name of a visionary tour to the legendary labyrinth was tired of fighting and screaming, but with this hand it was possible to bring down the labyrinth. Sole is a hero Tan I dreamed of a lot more than I was when I was a young girl, a miserable sense of reality that seemed like a nightmare...... Ugh, I still have the feeling of choosing meat while spinning in my hand.

"How'd it go? Not a labyrinth, but a long way from home?" "I kept screaming as soon as I thanked you. The number of wives is won by the Eagle King, but the others are losing massively, aren't they?" "" "You can't compare it to that, people have limits! There is no common sense and no self-weight in that!!" "

All those samurai beauties greeted me outside are extinct swordsmen. All of his friends are stronger than the legends of heroes and braves, and a great bunch of princesses from all over the country. Yet even that is a Xia's heresy... a heresy that seems to be everywhere and won't be anywhere. It's a landscape that everyone is staring at when they realize there is nothing else to stand out from.

A passage of the King's appearance that was in the song of the Moffley-East Founding Tan: "Everyone swore to their hearts that they would like to see the future Sachi, whose smile and eyes stare at each other, with a good addition and subtraction, unscrupulous to women, in good shape, appropriate and chaotic, and still followed so that no one and no one could tell. Imagine that I envied Jianguotan... but I, Me, seemed to have been devoured by disaster?

Because I, Me, yelled so loudly, I never laughed as much as I wanted.