Makai Hongi

I kicked aside the vampire tribe, whose stomach was creeping and laying satisfied, and I set up a deep sea dragon's machete.

Hardened Vegetarian Armor, but after being destroyed by the Sucker, it was a substitute that could not even be called Poor Armor.

"It's my turn from here."

Instead of being sucked off the magic vegetables, a ghost general who moves agile.

It's not a swordsmanship backed move, it's something that makes you say to the height of your physical abilities.

When I go in time, I wave my sword like a storm, but it doesn't work for me when I've come to learn the sword consciously of reason (the proverb).

(I guess I wasn't assuming this kind of life interaction)

Being kept by a dojo owner since I was a child, I was forced to master a strange special knit by a dojo owner, unlike the dojo students.

Bi-step poking, for example.

In Kendo, if you put a poke in it, it is one bottle. You don't have to poke me twice.

Then why did the dojo owner knit such a move?

- Because it's fun.

That's what I was laughing at, but is it true to fulfill it?

"... No, I'm not wrong."

After I learned to punch a bunk, I practiced further moves on my own.

That's...

- Kura eh! Three-step poke!

Decide at first sight, poke deep at second, stab stop at third.

Three-step poking is such a move.

I slipped a machete three times into a gap in the back of my armor.

The body of a ghost general shakes.

Now a gap was created on the flank.

I plug it in without hesitation.

I see. I was convinced by accident.

The harder the magic vegetables, the thicker and stronger the armor becomes.

But if it is removed, the armor of the magic vegetable shall never be broken.

"Is that it? Goran, what's wrong?

Nehyol makes a strange voice.

Is it so strange that my attack went through?

Thanks to the magic vegetables my vampire men sucked out until they were full of stomach, my attacks began to arrive.

That and this, thanks to Nehyol for his suggestion.

This deep-sea dragon's machete I got suits me well.

After releasing the thrust many times, little by little, the amount of black potatoes that stood up increased.

There's not enough hardening of the armor and it's being sharpened with my machete.

The more Haya rises, the easier my attacks get through, and for that matter, the brittle the armor gets.

Ten vampires sucked the magic vegetables, my machete.

And with the skill of this sword, I am able to stand above one another with the Ghost General.

"Hey, Goran. That's crazy."

Ignore the noise.

Concentrate in front of me now.

The Ghost General is moving slowly.

You can't afford magic vegetables anymore, and your attacks are diminishing.

This was a good opportunity, I explored the gap between them.

- Right here!

When he released the lower poke, the spirit general's consciousness turned downwards.

At the same time, I could read the movements of the magic vegetables.

I found him curing his lower body and consolidating his defense.

Then I'll put the machete on the top...

- Tangbamboo cracking

If I put in a try in half of the play, I went tens of thousands of times.

Just be foolish, wave down your sword and slash it.

However, the image is to be twofold from the enemy's brain tone.

The moment the machete hit the spiritual general's helmet, it sounded clammy and bounced...... but plumped it and swung the machete down not only on his wrists and arms, but on his entire weight.

I felt a zucchingly machete dive into my helmet.

For a moment in time. I just felt that way.

But the machete, as I imagine, plunges into the helmet, from which the machete descends vertically.

If I'd known, I'd have broken General Ghost in two.

What was in the armor was a "something" chunk like a stick.

That was torn in two by my machete.

How the armor fell to the ground, and lost its power, "Something" vanished into black.

"It's crazy, what's that move?

Nehyol's words reached my ear.

"Ugh! Now it's you."

If you noticed, the left and right battles were over too.

Dyle is quite hurt, but he fought alone and seems to have won.

I haven't seen how the Cyphas are doing, but if they won, the enemy would have been the food for the "one blow to death" by fifty Reapers.

Immediate death attacks are inevitable even if we know them, so long as we haven't adopted measures, we'll eat them one day.

Nehyol controlled his men with his hands trying to come forward.

"Hey, Goran. Really, what was that earlier? What do you mean?"

"I told you to come in. You're next."

The distance to Nehyol is approximately ten steps.

It's a long way to go, and even if you shake up a machete, you can afford it.

But it's better than a tongue fight.

He swung down his machete in order to accelerate at once and turn Nehyol into two straight pieces.

I don't know why, but Nehyol was moving slowly.

I think he was poked in the void because he looked surprised with his eyes wide open.

And it's noro.

Even if my machete is about to arrive, it still hasn't been defended or attacked.

Then I'll just cut it in two.

I felt it on both arms I shook down.

When I realized it, I was overtaking Nehyol...

"Wow, Goran, you did it"

Nehyol was in two pieces.

No, it stuck right away, but when I first saw it, it was really two.

Did I kill him? I guess I slashed it. I felt it.

But how did you kill him?

Nehyol, who turned around, had traces of blood in a straight line from his forehead.

He still said I killed him.

"Goran, Goran... Ugh..."

"Dear Nehyol, once in a while,

Is it a deputy secretary? I jumped with a nehil in my arms.

In an instant it disappears into the back of the woods.

Early work. When I found out, Wild Hunt's face was gone, too.

I've been in front of you before.

Wild Hunt said to be immortal.

That's right.

I've never known it since it disappeared in front of me.

You know, it's impossible to know beforehand.

There's no way I can chase you if you get away with it.

My body stopped moving when I was thinking about that.

I have a terrible tinnitus.

Awkward, fall.

By the time I thought that, my consciousness was already... closed to darkness.