Manowa

"Wow, wow, wow, wow."

An endless demon-like roar marked the end of the world was wooden spirits on the spot. And the adventurers around them looked at the beast in front of them, shaking their whole bodies with fear.

There stood a wolf with two legs more than two and a half meters long shining in silver. There is no one in this room who laughs at it, though he wore a costume of gosloli pink on his body. In a word, they were convinced that something containing themselves would end.

Also, the silver spear held by the wolf was one of the reasons they could not step out. The glow of the spear is too divine. From it was released a sharpened and purified mind that did not allow for any of the existence of life, reminiscent of the extremely cold earth, and from the tip of the blade there was an energy blade of divine power as if it had been matched by a wolf giant. Everything I touched had the power of an overwhelming being that seemed to hurt me.

There was even the presence of a giant silver wolf with a triceps behind the monster. Three necks are looking around trying to eliminate those who stand in the way of their own Lord with silverlight emitting eyes. And they were angry, and angry, that they had insulted the LORD.

Especially the anger emanating from the horny wolf like the blade in the center was tremendous, and there was something that drove all the beholders out of their hearts and chills.

And around it were dead bodies and men rolling. All the members of the party "Dodrian" and the party "Bear Killers" were kicked on the spot and rammed into the earth. The absence of the dead was a miracle condition in the first place.

There was a beast crying out for sorrow in the center of such semi-dead people.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

It was like a sad growl that turned the despair of this world into sound.

What happened...... it was an easy thing to do.

It was more obvious than seeing fire, such as what would happen if one feared as the strong possessed the weak. Yes, the fools who couldn't give up their share tried to get their hands on Bloody Mad Warrior (Bloody Berserk).

Now the city of Gordios was a time when adventurers were gathering from all over the continent with the emergence of a dungeon called the Temple of the Golden Winged Bird. It was also a class A dungeon and those who sought to challenge it, that is, only those who remembered it in their arms.

And there were many of them who only knew a group of whites in mere rumours. It was no surprise that they had such bad feelings about a group of whites and their members that were glanced at in the city. Even the notoriety of a bunch of Ningro whites is like a medal if you try it on them who are desolate. Being afraid is synonymous with being able to boast of your own power. It was therefore the bowflowers they had quickly targeted in order to give them a name.

Of course Bowflower is not so childish as to deal with such an idiot. Wherever the coward and scolded me. I don't care about that. Bowflowers were flowing in the wind that blew. But they even got their hands on the customers who came to the reception, not just the bowflowers.

That was the first person for Bowflower to be flowered into conversation in a long time. That was also a handsome bowflower lover. Sometimes love sprouts abruptly. A handsome man was beaten and blown away by the guys at the arrow tip where Bowflower thought the spring with the handsome man had arrived. A handsome man made a big arc and flew out of the office. And a handsome man crashed into a rolling garbage dump.

And what was emitted in the next moment was anger.

That was enough to make me hungry for communication, for my boyfriend, and for a decent good-looking guy to clean up a bowflower I was hungry for. It was no longer a natural accomplishment that the passion dominated the entire body of the bowflower and became a duel in front of the office.

Another unfortunate thing for Bowflower would be that the opponent was quite powerful. He was strong enough, at least in biological bowflowers, not to win against them by putting them together.

And what would have been unfortunate to them would have been that the person who got his hands on them was too bad. They were foolish enough to completely bring out the seriousness of "The Bloody Mad Warrior (Bloody Berserk)" and strong enough to be able to do some resistance again.

The result is the sight in front of us.

Instantly a giant wolf, the bowflower took the saint's spear Mountain from the item box and beat the men to pieces without skin. Without any alarm, without any mercy, without any pity, the monster, who unleashed a silver aura with all his skill, thoroughly destroyed the flesh and spirit of all the desolates hostile to himself.

The voices screaming "kill" were also vain, and alive they tasted hell.

The eyes of the men who crawled into the earth as they were beaten to pieces so that they could not move one more had no more colour of anger. It is commonly known as the rape eye. They were thoroughly crushed by bowflowers, both in their own power and in the self-esteem that accompanied them.

It was a runoff of skills' beastiality 'that occurred as a result of being completely wolfed using skills' deepening '. Usually, the skills to control the flesh that turned into a wolf dominated the feeble bowflower and embodied the wild code in it as well. Bowflowers carved men with fear that there was a superior species named Himself in a herd of species called man.

And if I noticed, one of the beasts was ringing. He sounded very sad and sounded lonely.

Then, looking at the fearful adventurers, the wolf walked away from his eyes without tears.

Yes, men and beasts do not interact.

The beast that loved people and wanted to be with them, but at the end of the day, he had to flee, feared for his nature.

This was such a sad story of the beast that the beast walked away, engraved strongly in the hearts of the people on the spot.

◎ White Hall, City of Gordios

"... I did it"

The day after the two wolves went wild.

Bowflowers naturally had not returned to the woods. There was no forest to go back to. When he returned to the White Hall, he said that he wanted to be alone, and went to his room, and held him to Chromal, and cried all night. And if I noticed, Bowflower was expecting the morning.

"It's already... it's morning"

Rubbing his red eyes, Bowflower looked outside and understood that it was morning now. Also, when I left the room, apparently my buddies were in early morning training, and Ohring had no one in the building because he had been diving in the dungeon since yesterday.

"Mm... I have to go"

I thought I could take a day off today or so, but Bowflower thought that could be a habit if it even interrupted a day. And stroking Chromal's worried head, Bowflower decided to follow his friends outside the city. Now was the time to move your body carelessly. And it was when the bowflower went outside.

"Chi-su."

"" "" "" Yumika-san "" ""

And it came to pass, when the bowflowers departed from the White Hall, that the desolates of yesterday bowed their heads in alignment.

"Yes. Chi, chi?

Bowflower is flabbergasted to see the group, with a showy eye for crying all night. Apparently, he was treated for yesterday's injury, but there were also a large number of bandage-wrapped people who were still unhealed.

Chromal's gaze against him was harsh, but he was only on alert on the spot because he didn't look particularly hostile. And then came the wind noise from behind the bow and flower, saying, "Hey, good morning, everyone."

"Mr. Kazane, Mochi. Oh, speak up, Temera."

"" "" "" "Chi-su" "" ""

Bowflowers turn their questionable eyes to the wind sounds of raising their hands and greeting them.

"Uh, you're going to training... or what is this?

The sound of the wind laughs furiously at the question of the bow and flower.

"You had a rough day yesterday, Bowflower."

"Uh, yeah. Ma."

The bowflower nodded vaguely.

"Me too. I just looked back a little and thought about it. And I noticed. Bowflower lost sight of herself. The first thing you should have understood was that it was impossible to hide the ferocious fangs on the inside of a bow and flower by dressing up as a receptionist."

The bowflower was stunned. The person who gave the instruction to give the reception is saying something terrible. But the wind sounds hold both arms and theorize forcefully with a force that doesn't even make such a fact feel fine dust.

"That's why I reflected, too. I knew warriors should have communicated as warriors."

Yes, whatever you're talking about, the wind sounds were also reflective.

Bowflowers are already top notch warriors. And assuming that fact, the wind sounds reminded me back in my memory of when Bowflower seemed to be having fun talking to other than ourselves during our previous journey.

"Bowflowers should have gotten along with people like them."

"Huh?"

The wind noise offered both hands to the men who looked like pigs or gorillas right in front of them. The bow flowers were stunned, but the wind sounds had a good idea.

I remember the sound of the wind. When the bowflowers were shining, that was when I was training with my brothers and sisters at Jinlai Dojo and Barnes Dojo. Yes, the wind sounds finally found the answer, not just to be afraid, but to be able to face the strength of bowflowers properly. Prompted by the wind noise, a man like the leader of the pigface comes forward and opens his mouth to bowflowers.

"We, the party" Dodrian "and" Bear Killers "were touched by Yumika's monstrosity. I mean, they told me they were more like kedamomos than beastmen, but they made it so easy to understand that they were up there that they stained their skeletons. I started studying."

"" "" "" "" "" - "" "" "

Thus the faces of the party Dodrian and the Bear Killers bowed their heads deeply toward the bowflowers. Seeing that appearance, Bowflower also sighed all the time and then laughed with a "I can't help it" face. There must have been a lot of anger points in the conversation right now, but Bowflower wasn't aware. By then, bowflowers had been caught up.

"Hmm, well I did a little too yesterday, and the... sorry?

Yes, even though the bow and flower were hungry for communication with humans other than the wind sounds. Bowflowers were so delightful that even though they were not beasts, they could look like pigs or bears. And just hanging around a little bit, Bowflower said to them, "Want to specialize with me?" and invited her to early morning training. It was a new step for bowflowers.

It should also be noted that since the disturbance known as this Dead Beast case, 'Bloody Berserk' 's rumors will also be given attention to 'Lonely and Raging'.

"Bloody Mad Warrior (Bloody Berserk)," Mr. Wind Sound's advice that he would become mentally unstable and explode if he didn't communicate with him was quite targeted, and it's not hard to imagine that he became a bowflower backup shooting afterwards.

But it was not yet possible to predict to anyone at this time that the advice would be interpreted and conveyed in enlargement 'sacrifice' beyond the city with yesterday's hellish sight.