Makai Hongi

I found a strong enemy.

That was the opponent dressed in black full-body armor.

My back is about as big as mine. The width is wider than mine. It's thick.

"You're the boss here!

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The enemy came silently.

Heavy footprints are probably due to heavy armor.

I had never seen it before in the demonic world, such as a thick full plate. But that one works.

If the defense of the armor is combined with the power of the vegetarian, it will be as robust as a fortress of indestructible defeat.

"This is going to be difficult to defeat."

Imagine from the enemies around you, the enemy general would also be a race of beast ministers.

A bear, an elephant... possibly a rhino.

Anyway, my body is bigger than those around me more than once.

"Well, whatever they are, it doesn't change what they do!

He's the one who can't move like Jung-min. Overwhelming with strength, you can win.

Conversely, if you are overwhelmed, you lose. Simple is fine.

It may be easier than ever without having to think deeply about it.

I shook up the gold bars and ran into the enemy.

When my distance narrowed and I was almost there in time.

A chunk of iron that flew from across the side hit the sides of the armor helmet.

It sounds goin 'and blunt, and the enemy's neck tilts.

Depending on what you see, "?," he leaned his neck.

Shortly after, another chunk of iron flew in and rolled away involving the enemy.

That chunk of iron...... it can be familiar. And pretty close.

"Hey, whoa, whoa!

Cyfa flew like a frog, while heading towards the enemy.

Definitely. What I just threw was a favorite Cyfa weapon.

Scifer holds a blunt instrument in each hand and wields it endlessly on the battlefield.

Its blunt instrument is also a little unusual in shape, close to maracas and "chicken thighs".

Only the handle is of normal thickness, but it suddenly thickens from there.

And it's all made of iron.

It weighed several times as much as a gold bar. Scifer treated it lightly with one hand and only began to swing two at the same time at any given time.

If that thing roars and flies, no matter how much heavy-duty armor you're wearing, it's enough to flip and roll.

"That's my prey..."

To the raised enemy, Cyfa strikes down the gun and the weapon.

Perhaps a few centimeters thick, the plate surface of an armor recesses, crumbles and squeaks.

"Hey hah!

Sifa opens her mouth wide and crushes her armor all the time.

When I saw it, I caught sight of it.

Speaking of which, my mother used to make hamburgers for me.

If you think it resembles something, it resembled the task of making minced meat.

The people around them are pulling more and more on the sifa holding weapons with both hands and tapping them alternately.

Whatever, the sound of hitting it down is changing from gunshot to gunshot to gunshot.

"Speaking of which, he is. You're my next strongest man in the village."

Usually fighting me is a losing streak, but in the village, alongside my sister Becca, I'm strong out of the group.

Clarified, strong enough to think it's a new species of the Auga tribe.

In my case, I have won with my previous life's knowledge and experience, but when it comes to vegetarian abilities, those siblings are far better.

Speaking of magic quantities in the first place, I still don't extend to Scifer.

As a direct subordinate of Farnese, there are many of them compared to me with a large number of subordinates, so I know how strong they are.

In anticipation of the armor turning into a plate (...), I told Scifer to stop.

"Is that it? Are we done?

No matter how I look at it, I just think it's dead. Talk to the wreckage, but of course it's not responding.

"I can say that here. You're precious."

As I was devising what to do with this quiet air, an unreadable voice of air echoed from behind me.

"Hey, what's wrong with this? Golan?"

This is Becca, Sifa's sister.

What he brought up was a fox-faced man who took my first shot.

It seems to be Becca around to grab the root and bring it, but I care that her hands and feet are unnaturally jealous.

"Hey Becca, you read the air too...... not what did you do with it?

"I was asleep looking just a little strong. Strange, isn't it? I was about to get up, so this is how you get bogged down?

"Uh, that's enough"

If you look closely, the fox-faced man, he's blowing blood bubbles. I guess I have a bone piercing my lungs.

Unlike his brother, Becca doesn't want to use too many weapons.

Even when he first fought me, he was an Abnai guy who had tried to strangle me with his bare hands or crush my gold (pea).

Now I'm so calm that I try to pinch my head in with both hands and peshanco it.

Becca was so dangerous that she always made her joints extremely big, but after a few years she imitated them.

I guess they decided on joints every day and understood a lot.

These days, he often comes to get my joints, so if he was fighting back with a return move, he'd be like that.

Guys other than me get caught pompous because they don't know how to remove or escape joint moves.

And broken relentlessly.

Becca is also used to it, crushing as easily as her wrists, elbows and shoulders.

Based on the enemy's situation, I think not only both hands and feet, but also the bare bones are quite broken.

Maybe his spine's been shattered in a few places too.

I didn't teach you that, but I sometimes think it's just a little bit of my fault that you grew up like that because you used to make them grow up about three hundred times a year with joint moves.

I just think so.

"Hey Becca. Just throw that away and play with the rest of your prey."

"Yes."

You lost interest, threw away the seemingly delicious, and began to find other delicious prey - that is, those with a high amount of magic, but the surroundings were already sedated.

No one is fighting.

Or he's kneeling on the ground and sending signals of surrender.

"... that?

Apparently, the fight is over.