Never Die Extra

I'm sorry about your brother Eric, but Evan has set a boundary that moves into a different system than the soldiers in the territory to identify and respond to what happens to Sharden in his absence.

A guild fit of witches who must absolutely follow their own name.

The boundary zone consisting of the Phoenix Guild and the Yeongwon Rangoon Guild, which was a friendly army of Dungeon Evangelical City until the end of the Yoma War 3, was currently dividing the operational area into a major urban facility and an entrance guard.

“Good luck, Miss Celun. ”

“Wow, you're Alan. Good morning, please. ”

In this year's Rosewood Net, the most active witch in the world.

Cellun, the Grey Eye Witch. She became Alan, a charming man and guild master of paradise nomads.

“We're patrolling the exterior walls, aren't we? I don't think it's going to happen today.” Hahaha, "but he's got a sharp corner. If you believe in this, you don't see the room."

Alan is now the head of the best guild in the city.

I haven't forgotten what I did to the witches.

And it wasn't because he was modest. He settled in Dungeon Ecclesiastical City and targeted the dungeon at least 30 floors or more because he knew how powerful a group of witches had.

“Thanks to you, I can enjoy dating this beautiful beauty.” “Oh, my God. ”

Celun's cheeks flush naturally from a handsome man. Her charming gray eyes gently tilt.

"There was a reason I told you to be careful.”

“That's a misunderstanding. I'm not talking to anyone. ”

Allan seems unfair to his neighbor. Celun is satisfied with his snoring. She's pretty even among witches!

Noghomelonia, who's 130 years old and is still a young man, and who's trying to overthrow the town, it's as obvious as never before than Manhalkteasil, who's making a bow in the ecclesiastical city!

"Oh, isn't this the patrol route? ”

"Oh, the west wall knows another team is going today. We'll go this way.”

“Is that so?”

There's a lot of rattlesnakes among witches.

Celun has seen Allen calibrate the patrol route and is laughing. Alan coughed, as much.

A fast-paced expression that you can't go beyond. It was the power of being a witch. Of course, Alan didn't even know that witches are a separate race.

“That's a pretty smile.”

“What? What a shame. ”

On patrol, the distance between the two gets closer. I heard from my sisters that Alan said Manor was fine, but he knew the temptation didn't come first. Maybe he was even plugged into Roseloun?

“If not, is it finally today?”

“What are you talking about? Oh, by the way, I was wondering if you'd be bored with patrolling. Would you like to bring me a statement? ”

“It's good to drink.”

Of course, there are some differences between individuals, but the lecturers of Dungeon Ecclesiastical City are not drunk enough to be unable to perform their duties.

Rather, there were explorers who drank when they entered the dungeon to bring moderate vigour and paralyse the pain. There were many people who didn't know how much to drink in the brokerage, but they couldn't grow in the first place.

“Take it.”

“How thoughtful of me.”

Cellune opens the lid with a hipped flask that Alan takes with him. He smiles with a sweet, intoxicating scent.

“Smells good. Very good. ”

“If you drink too much, drink a little.”

“Well, don't worry about that. I'm good with distractions.”

“Water?”

“Yes. The Rune of Water, Laguz, is quite strong. It's as strong as you can't even imagine.”

“Rune

? ”

Alan is a type of naturalized warrior. He can't know anything about Rune Hague while he's a Magician. Celun smiles at the mouth of the flask with his fingers.

“Our witches are supposed to be at least thirty.

That's the source of the confidence I have to give to my twenty-four year-old sisters. ”

“You're brilliant.” “Yes. Oh, and you should know this. A witch first reveals her rune to an outsider, or she's ready to give her destiny to her opponent."

The baroque hips of Celun's mouth flew softly. Strangely, it stretched out like a serpent.

I was drawing a question on the ball. It was Baroraguz's rune.

“Only when we're ready to reap their fate.”

“Cheers!”

Alan tries to get away from a cheap spot, but it's too late. Celun, as she said in her mouth, is finishing all the preparations for the moment when Rune's name comes out of her mouth.

“Oh, this is……! ”

Alan grabbed a chain of liquids that stretched from everywhere and bound his body.

I tried to rip out a piece of the chain and cut it out somehow, but I couldn't do anything with a bunch of rusty swords.It's an artifact.

“Motherfucker!”

"Wow, they're getting started. ”

After completing Alan's restraint in a blink of an eye, Sellun sighs as he hears the breeze coming in. He also becomes noisy overnight. The other witches have begun to march at the same time as Doselun.

But not only that. Beyond the walls, there was a buzzing sound of performance screaming. Even near the temple entrance into the dungeon.

Monster countercurrent has begun.

“How, when did you notice!? Evan was believing my words like iron stones! I was doubting the Thunderbird Guild...! ”

“From the beginning. Oh, I'm sure it's going to happen today, but you told your sisters. I told you to be careful. The Evangelist may have believed you, but not us. From the beginning, we never believed anyone but the Evangelist. ”

“Argh, this..... ”

Alan twists his horsepower and raises the horsepower of his body. He tries to ambush Celun, but instead, he is caught in the cracks, but there are many ways to escape the crisis.

He is the master of Paradise Nomads, the leader of the elite group at the forefront of the Dungeon Attack...!

“Goodbye, of course.”

“Ugh!?"

However, it is also the least deferred stock

Sellun stopped all of his actions by inserting a window of water into the air.

Alan's protective magic was released, and the shield artifact that he had on his body for life's sake was broken. If there was an artifact that tricked the witches' eyes, that was about half the stuff they brought.

“Damn it..... ”

“Wow, he's got a heart pierced and he's alive. Should I cut my throat? Maybe I made a mistake the first time I killed a human being. ”

"Evan, you jealous son of a..... ”

"Evangelist? Why evangelist? ”

Evan himself, of course, had little to do with the death of Alan because of Celun's temper.

Of course, there was no hope of life, because I was swimming in the blood vessels with a sharp spine.

“What do you mean, a four-year-old group?

Not only that, but why is it so strong...? ”

"What the hell. Was he just jealous?”

The Paradise Nomadic Guild is a loyal pagan guild that protects the Dungeon Ecclesiastical City with its wretched protagonist in the 3rd part of the Yoma War.

Describing them in the game, Evan never doubted paradise roamers.

But with paradise, Alan is just...

I didn't defend Hierarchy Paradise Sharden because the Danzig could be more spectacular.

Alan liked to be noticed. He thought he was a protagonist. He thought it was the world and God, and he believed it had to be banded.

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"I should be the protagonist..." Hmm, he's nothing. ”

The main character of World War III is clearly one of the main characters, but in a broad sense

Suffice it to call itself the protagonist of cotton paradise.

It emerges without missing important events and plays a key role every time. Alan, a Guild Master, is a person who gets spotlighted with the protagonist until the second half of the year.

So he could remain a hero to the end, without having to be aware of his own darkness.

“Damn it, kid..... I wish I hadn't."

But now it was different.

The city's main character was Evan, and he was also a member of the Dungeon Electricity Corps. At that young age, I wanted Allen's name to be shining through the 55th floor of the dungeon in front of them.

In fact, I didn't give anyone a glimpse of his great achievements because everyone was thinking that if the Dungeon Electricity Division officially launched, the 55th floor of the dungeon would just break through.

So it was.

Alan complained about the evangelization.

It didn't mean to hate Evan.

It's not like they grabbed the hand that came out.

“Oh?”

“Argh!? ”

It was a baroque moment. The black shadow that appeared behind Celun's back was bound by the same water as Alan was trying to pierce Celun's back.

Seekerman, but it's terrible. It's a concentrated density. Celun said that

I knew it was Alan's power. I never thought I'd be doing this kind of farming with Evan talking about time!

“That's amazing. That's a real skill. I would have been beaten if I wasn't expressing Rune.” “Ha, ha, ha, ha...!"

After breaking through the 55th floor a few months ago, Alan got a class for his own business.

A shadow mercenary who plays on the front.

I didn't get much attention from Evan, but the room was the right ability for him to play a bigger role in Dungeon Ecclesiastical City than anyone else, and he walked directly to God.

Then Alan hated it so much. He didn't want attention, he just didn't get attention.

Knowing his mind, I felt like the gods had given him a proper reward to satisfy his present position, despite obtaining the second class I deserved to brag about.

Look at this. Let's do something special.

Haven't you been sanctioned? This pathetic, meaningless, worthless, hateful.....

"The traitor, it's not just me..... Demons, the field...... driving the darkness.”

“What are you going to do? Let's keep an eye on you. In the dark, where there's nothing to hide forever.”

Of course, Sellun wasn't interested in his inside.I just thought it wouldn't be necessary if I didn't add Van's story.

"Ait.”

She shook her hand, and at that moment the shadow of Alan and his body were scattered. The Celluns are decomposed by the dreadful pressure of the water they deal with, and extinguished. His last words, without leaving any trace, were like extras.

“Gee, monsters don't do that.

The people are coming? People are going to die. ”

Sellun summons up his broom and exhales a few breaths. Noisy to the screams of people coming from all over the place.

It looks like someone even opened the gates, but even though the witches moved quickly, the gates were opened..... Alan said there was another traitor. It's also in the Marquis.

"Ah, I will grieve for Evan..... Do you think I can comfort you? Do you want to come next? ”

It's not. It's incredibly powerful here, so it's possible to reduce the damage to the city. Maybe you can drag her back to bed? Celun's eyes widen with a rising expectation.

“Come on, Prince Evan, I'll try to stop you! ”

One of the most skilled in witchcraft, who was originally confined to Morocco at a record age since Franck left town. The Moonlight Witch Celun climbs up to the sky in a broom.

A bloody moon was shining red on the city.

The night of disaster has opened.