Real Cheat Online

100 players advance through the deep valley. Leading by 20 by one squad. With four squads behind us, we're marching in 80 men.

The four rear squads are struggling with large rocks and wet ground, while the leading 20 legs show lightness as if they had feathers on their shoes. If you look at that leg moving lightly against the poor terrain, it will also look like a bunch of skilled climbers or a march of trained armies.

"Strategies at the front of the boulder. I guess that move is a boon by skill."

"The lead squad is an enemy centric squad focused on bandits and ninjas. They'll do what they usually do."

It was the same squad and central member of Aotearoa who answered my whine, Colonel. You sure were a monk in your profession. A common monk in the style of slaying enemies in Morningstar.

I just run into one more question.

"Colonel, what are the characteristics of our squad?

"This squad? Well, to put it badly, a bunch of the rest of us."

"The rest, is it?"

"Yeah. Each squad has a rough but role to play. The second squad leading the way is a team resistant to enemy capability and sudden troubles. Squad 3 is a team gathered around swordsmen, fighters and knights with excellent melee abilities. Squad 4 is a team that incorporates around a magical attack position or shooting position that is good at attacks from the rear. Squad 5 is a team that gathers around positions that are good at recovery and granting support of some kind.

In contrast, our first squad is a gathered group of people whose personality is too strong to disrupt the wheel if incorporated into the area. The first squad is led by a captain because it is too difficult to handle. I decided to follow up on it. "

So you mean a problem group of children with too strong a habit? It's a really easy explanation not to wrap in an oblate, but I didn't expect to explain that to the child in question at the moment. Don't make me feel sorry and weird at the same time.

"What can I say about that..."

"Oh, but it's one thing or the other. It's obvious."

"Table, is it? What about the back, then?

In my words, the colonel hoists his mouth in a three-day moon.

"To get the most out of irregulars like our sergeant and Soo."

Keaton, the colonel smiles and continues his words.

"I just said it in a bad way, but in a good way, this squad is for you and the sergeant, Saw."

Does that mean good!?

"How do I make the most of you two and how can I maximize my performance? It was this first squad that put it first."

Captain, what are you thinking?

"That's all it's worth, you and the sergeant. That's what we decided. Besides, the Aotearoa members of this squad have chosen some of our acquaintances to be particularly trustworthy. She's in control of the remaining Snow Princess SS. There shouldn't be any of these 100 people, especially these 20."

You just tried to say brainwash!? You absolutely did, didn't you!? Thanks for your concern, but thanks to your awesome power words, you're halfway there.

"That's why I want you to show me all you can do today."

"... I will do good"

That's what I had to say to the colonel's full grin.

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After about an hour of marching, we had come to a deep position in the canyon surrounded by cliffs on both sides.

And what you see in the eyes of 100 people is a huge door that stands in the way of what lies ahead. First of all, no doubt, there will be a Reid boss ahead.

"Deke..."

"So, Jans."

B responds to the whining of Snow Princess SS A. The strange atmosphere is ruined. Because it doesn't matter, Jans is wearing glasses.

... I really don't care.

"Everybody! You know, just assume everything and move!

Tensions stick in the faces of many players as the captain comes out in front of them all.

Finally.

"Beyond this is probably the strongest enemy of all time. But at the same time, the level of players gathered here would be the strongest ever. Expect everyone to fight!

The captain's temperamental words raise his voice. I don't hate this feeling of an anger resonating among the valleys slapping my eardrums.

"All right, let's go. Whoa!

At the same time as the huge door opened, our 100 players stormed inside.

"... lying, you know"

I don't know whose word it is. But the more the whining sounds clear, the colder sweat sticks on everyone's face and breathes quietly. Not so long ago, the Reid boss now in front of us was beyond common sense.

"You're too big... this"

We were supposed to be in the valley until just now, in a huge dome surrounded by rock formations all around. Is it about twice the size of a Tokyo dome?

And standing majestically in the center of it is a giant, frighteningly gigantic woman giant. The list of information on the guy floating in the upper-left corner of his sight shows the huge HP bar of the guy lining up on many layers and the name "God Anne".

The wavy golden hair stretches up to the waist, and its figure of woven white robes scattered with gold everywhere, although qualitative, certainly only calls it "God".

Is it about the same size as the Statue of Liberty in the United States? Equivalent to 10 floors if converted to a building. To put it more plainly, does it feel like the equivalent of two guns and two planes? Yeah, that's a good analogy now. Quite easy to understand.

"Oh, hey! He's moving."

The beautiful statue of upright immobility suddenly began to breathe and look at us as if the fire of life had been lit.

'Nice to meet you, little ones. I'm God Anne. Let me give you a word from me to reward you for coming so far.'

Totally from above, everyone here, starting with me, was listening to the Word of God for its size and its beautiful appearance as if to boast of superiority as an organism.

And when God's lips moved again...

- Die.

Our hell has started.

When a polar laser is fired from the palm of God with his hands spread out, a flame of blast covers one side of his sight.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow"

A dozen people in the second squad who were in the lead are drunk by the flames and roll out in a state of imminent death.

"Spread out. Ooh! Move, move, move. Yeah!

When a voice sounds on the battlefield that can also be heard in the screams of a man of leadership, the players who were around him move to play their part.

"Squad 5 needs help recovering two seriously wounded! Squad 3 needs his Hate! Squad 4 needs help with Squad 3!

The captain turns to me and the sergeant after I've given him all the instructions.

"Sergeant, you! When you think you can go, go at your own discretion."

As soon as that is said, the captain returns to a position of overall command.

Well, then - what's the matter, Sergeant? Is there something on my face?

"Hey, kid."

Dude...... you're as abusive as ever in the way you say it, this guy. What the hell are you talking about?

"Don't pull your leg."

Katscheen!

Oh, come on. Then I won't do it. I'm gonna stick it out and smash it up.

I smile and open my mouth to the sergeant, even as I raise my blues.

"Sergeant is the one. You can stay behind me if you're scared."

"Ahhhh!?

I walked into a blazing battlefield to leave the sergeant who would be looking funny.

"Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh"

"Gahhhhhhhhh"

"The light and the swirl of man melt. Oh, that's a light of hatred. Ahhh!?

The avant-garde position is being blown one after the other by lasers releasing from the palms in a row. Still, there has not been a single shepherd, however, because the shieldman has taken on the attack on the critical line and is quickly recovering and managing the Hate transition. A boulder is a tactical team. There's a mix of strange people, but it's a boulder, including around there.

"But the enemy's HP doesn't go down at all..."

While the avant-garde position is attracting Hate, the four squadrons, made up of rear ranged offensive positions, are relentlessly exposing the attack to God. Some of them also fly powerful magical attacks that would evaporate in an instant if they were miscellaneous fish monsters, but so far that hasn't even led to effective hitting.

To cover it, those with means of attack by rifles and other shooting weapons also continue to attack, but most of the arrows and lead balls released are not scratched by the costumes and skin of the goddess.

"If all that magic was flying around, I wouldn't be able to use the six series of aurora lights,"

But I can't help it if I stay still. Let's see how the enemy leaves while attacking.

"Reload [Flash PT-01]"

Release the loaded bullet into the eyes of a goddess who will do everything possible to destroy and abuse it.

"No, what, this light!?

All right, the blind eye is valid. Then next time.

"Reload [Full Armor Ammo PT-02]"

Release the penetration-oriented bullet toward the Achilles tendon of the goddess. Then the bullet entered his body with a small scar.

All right. Now it turns out that armored rounds are also effective. Given the fact that the sniper guy I just saw doesn't normally shoot very well, it sounds better to configure an attack pattern around the axis with a full armor bullet.

A few shooters saw my behavior, switching the bullet to a full-armed bullet.

There are quite a few special bullets out here lately because of more people apprenticing to Mr. Smith. Those in the offensive group deserve to have it.

'Yeah, depressing. Go away!'

Lasers descend indiscriminately from the space of nothing around the goddess, not from the palms. It seems thinner and less powerful than it was earlier, but instead of saying it, a ton of lasers come down as rain.

"Uhhhhhh"

A voice rises that seems to have been bombed everywhere, and the shadow scatters like garbage.

I was able to get a distance without getting a shot because I activated the thunder, but now the avant-garde wall player has fallen back to recover.

"Why don't you! Take Hate in the proximity position until the shield comes back! As it is, the rear units will be exposed to attack!

When the captain's instructions strike the battlefield, a samurai of camouflage clothes, turned into a wind, runs the battlefield faster than anyone else.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The sword held in the hand of the sergeant becomes immense and is slapped against the tibia of the goddess.

"Ugh!?

Ben Kyung's Cry. I think it hurts. HP is barely down, but it still looks painful. For what I saw.

"All the while, you can't have a good place to take it. Reload [Incendiary PT-01]"

One of my handbills I procured from Mr. Smith before I got here, incendiary bullets. When the bullet hits the right shoulder of the goddess, it throws out a highly combustible flame and burns her shoulder.

"Ugh, this"

But the goddess only reacts like paying for a entangled spider's thread.

Wouldn't that hurt? Sounds like you need to burn more inside your body.

"Hey, kid."

A sergeant who says so lines up next to me with a sharp eye.

"You, can you do the right foot?

Aim for your feet to crush the enemy's mobility. That's a constant hand in battle. Not to mention the enemies have much bigger and stronger firepower than this one. It would be natural to take that.

But I honestly didn't want to return "I can do it" to the sergeant.

- I wonder what this feels like.

"I ask the other way around. Sergeant, can you do the left leg?

"Oh? I licked it. It's not a mouthful. I can afford it."

A camouflage garment samurai that forms a grumpy face in an instant. Seeing that face, I got the answer to an earlier question in me.

Oh, well, I...

"Then I'll take the right. Please don't pull your leg."

"Become!? That's our line!

Don't you want to lose to this guy?