Sanzen no Souru Supina

When the sun plugged in, the forest changed its appearance.

The mushrooms glowed lightly from the mistletoe.

The woods are also fantastic, as many different kinds of mushrooms compete with each other, emitting different colors of light.

I guess there's something that emits a strong aroma again.

It was a secret garden isolated by thick rock formations from the outside world and bloomed in the underground world.

For the record, among the mushrooms of the terrestrial world and the human area there is also a variant called basketball.

Its peculiar visuals are also surprising, but it emits the same incense of grapefruit.

So even the situation, and turning away from the toxic misery this affected mushroom has, would have been a great sight.

But Isma, who gave himself up and ran, had found malice in the shadow of his light and incense feast.

A silhouette that would be too vicious, it was prepared.

He looked like a four-legged beast.

But all his legs supplied countless fingers, and at the same time his fingers were fangs.

Every leg of a four-legged beast was a walking organ that supported itself, as well as an open mouth, a predatory organ, and itself at its bottom.

And from where it should hit the head of a four-legged beast, a huge tumor is swelling up, and even that's bouncing to expose the contents.

An organ that can only be described as a geometry knitted in a three-dimensional lattice with a pentagon together.

Isma watched the statue of the goddess continue to be prayed upon in its lattice.

The creepiness of the skeleton, raised from the body surface of the white and cortex, and the less serene expression on the face of the goddess made even Isma feel chills.

It's the same kind of thing as that Howl Cancer: Celte.

Again, Hilco was lurking in these woods.

"Every time I think about it,“ Dr. Old, "you don't have a good taste."

It was the moment Isma was so poisoned.

Standing four-legged beast: "Burst Head" = Isma named it "Rupture Head" at once - looked up at the upper level.

A twisted, woven path carved into a rock wall.

He admitted to the leg sheep and Elma going down there.

For a few seconds, Elma took the other person's gaze (which should be the direction of consciousness) straight from the front and tried to discern the nature of this [burst head]. Needless to say, engaging an incompetent opponent is dangerous, and for Elma, it's the end of a fellow countryman.

If I could persuade you... that you couldn't save him, but you would have been the one who wanted to avoid engaging.

Previous encounters - including Celte and Io.

Even though Elma had already lost her credentials, she was a princess in their leadership position.

However, he may have felt that the "burst head" had been insulted.

On the way, the limbs of "Burst Head" barked up a loud voice reminiscent of a lightning strike.

The roar of the Warcraft, commonly called in the name of Bind Voice, is a splendid offensive action that causes bad stats from mental confusion to heart loss, fainting, and worst shock death, starting with panic.

This bark alone is enough to crush (poor) an army that has no experience encountering warcraft and is not immune.

Elma showed off the mental assault by withstanding her temperament.

The backbone of the energy that supports the psychics - the "spindle" is the "one of the will".

However, it should be a tight baptism for Elma, who is wearing out exactly that "one or the other" right now.

Still, Elma, once bewitched by an obsidian princess, showed her will.

Of course, sheep don't shake as little as the wind blows.

However, what I endured and showed sparked the attack impulse of Burst Head.

"Burst Head", viewed as an unyielding opponent of his own intimidation, immediately moved to widespread extermination.

That is, indiscriminate attacks by braces.

"Burst Head," which reaches five mertes in height, stands on a pole as an irritated horse does so.

That's how he earned height and knocked a high density of toxins simultaneously from two forearms.

It was the toxin accumulation of affected mushrooms grown by this forest - a virulent gas equivalent to the extraction and refinement of toxins that cause symptoms that resemble epidemic diseases.

The leg sheep, who perceived the danger, ran around to the mess.

It is the first time I have ever been cautious, even if I do not think of it as a divine beast.

But if you can make me make one excuse, it's not for conservation that the sheep rushed.

In fact, even though the "Burst Head" tapped toxin was high density and concentration, Leg Sheep: Moomoo was completely protected from this influence.

Toxics in the material world are extremely ineffective in the presence of different phases.

The problem was the elma on the saddle.

Toxins that stick to the body or skin by breathing invade the flesh in an instant, revealing an evil effect.

High fever, chills, hallucinations, haemorrhage, and inferior blood - no different symptoms than being possessed by a malignant pathologist.

The leg sheep ran at full speed to protect Elma from its worst exhalation.

But the poisonous braces released by Burst Head seemed endless.

Also the shady thing about a toxin-based attack is the length of its duration.

This is true both for the exogenous and for those created with ecological organs, but the toxin that emerged once has an extremely long residence time.

Some royals have failed to decontaminate and perish their land after a successful crusade for that demon because of a demon that scatters toxins extensively.

As you can see, while one neck scatters poisonous exhalation, the other neck eats the affected mushroom, sucking up the toxin and replenishing it.

It was a troublesome demon, and a troublesome vegetation.

And the venomous exhalation that intersects the double triple finally completely besieged the Elmas' exit route.

Noticing that, the sheep stop their legs, but that only earned them a little respite time.

Oops, and [Burst Head] suddenly breathed heavily.

Elma has no escape.

But the moment that the brace was about to be thrown out, a flash ran into its mouth.

Falfare, who planted the explosives, jumped into the mouth.

Almost at the same time, no, the sound was sooner physically - a scorching fire broke out.

Anomalous Monster: A chain explosion occurred in one of the necks of the Burst Head, in its mouth.

It is a phenomenon in which high density, scattered fine particles in space ignite, high density but therefore burn in chains one after another, causing a major explosion as if sparks were scattered in a room filled with gas as a result.

Caused during mining in closed environments such as coal mines was a known phenomenon among coal pit workers in the season.

It was Isma's work.

Unlike dragon flames, the exhalation of the "Burst Head" is an attack that sprays fine toxin powder.

And when sending it out of the storage organ behind the throat, its interior becomes exactly like a pit full of fine particles.

Isma spotted the matter instantly to maximize its effect with minimal trigger.

One neck blows up.

But Isma's purpose is not the annihilation of Burst Head.

Literally, he rushes to Elma at the speed of the disease and takes it from the saddle.

I held it right in my chest and broke through the cloud of poison.

To the heights beyond the reach of exhalation.

The toxin in Isma's passing place is extinguishing.

It is the divine nature of the flesh of Ibizus.

Ability to completely disable interference from a disease or toxin below one's level.

Vibrations from downstairs that are not perceived as earthquakes and roars echo when thunderbolts.

The mad Burst Head is racing around indiscriminately.

Having completely lost sight of the clouds of spores raised by the fallen mushrooms and the dwelling of his exhaled braces, Burst Head intends to slap and kill his own bitter enemies with a saturated attack.

"You can't have a rational conversation."

Uhia, Isma said as she peered downstairs from the shadow of a rock shelf on the high ground.

"Isma, Sama"

I buried my face in its chest, my eyes nodded, and Elma said.

"You've come to visit me."

"Sorry, you're late."

"Oh, my God. Elma's the one who's got the legs together."

Ceramically, says Elma. As he pushed through the clouds of venom, Isma literally opened his chest collar to protect herself by releasing the divinity of "Ibizus".

But for Elma, who has been pierced and already deeply engraved with the love of Ibizus, that breath has the same effect as sniffing the ecstasy directly.

"Are you okay?

"Elma, no more, no more, it's going to be"

Erma asked, burying his face in his chest that seemed to wander in the joy of reunion with Isma and the pain of the engraving of his love.

"Is Latte safe?

"There's nothing else in life. And maybe I'm the one who got help."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Izma... I feel so fulfilled... succeed"

Nice. Elma felt it as she accidentally crawled her fingers into its thorax.

"And it smells strongly latte"

Married? Very naturally, Elma asked.

"I said no to anything, and they told me it was necessary."

"Would you have been happy?

"I've been confessed. Shit, it's not gala."

"How's Isma?

"I don't know, I want to grow up,"

But Nah, I don't know if it's okay because you're like me.

Isma grabbed the sky with her long fingers.

The behavior, in a nutshell, was described as:

Filthy, he said.

Heh, and Elma laughed.

"Didn't I get what I said? As an ex-wife, it seems worthwhile."

Looking forward to it. I laugh corny.

"So, you didn't bring him here, did you?

"By the Tashtuka waterhole, I'm giving him a break. Of course, I've carefully camouflaged it."

"It's a wise decision. If I had stayed with you, I might have lost my life in the present encounter."

"I, for one, insisted on coming with me."

"Oh, what do you mean, it's your favorite?

"I wonder if I'm weak in health."

"Well, yawn. If you're healthy, Elma is proud that you won't be late."

But, says Elma. I didn't even really feel jealous or anything, that was the tone.

If Rattegart loved Izma as much as he loved himself, he seemed to realize it was something he had no choice.

That's why the eyes are so cold.

"If so, only he has to hold his breath completely."

Out of the question, out of negotiations, etc., while fleeing.

Elma affirmed as she saw the shadow of the burst head in the poisonous cloud.

"Feels like food to eat or something else."

"It feels non-discriminatory, it feels non-judgmental. Indeed."

"Besides, I know that statue of the goddess..."

I felt the hair on my neck grow furry when I spoke to Isma so much.

Hold Elma and jump off the rock shelf in a hurry. Instead, a "burst head" hand emerged from beneath the rock shelf, scraping the rock's surface along with a deafening sound.

His legs crawled through the dead end of the rock shelf, as if the leeches were stretching themselves out and targeting Isma and Elma directly, camouflaging the raging flesh and the smoke of the spores it caused, and the poisonous exhalation he exhaled into his camouflage.

"Kimmo!!

Izma's thoughts were representing Elma's heart.

"It's like a giant protozoan reaction -- amoebas, slimes, Procariotes."

"There's too much combustible material to burn it down... and there's going to be a big guy in the chain explosion earlier, not like this"

"At least a little more, if you don't observe them, you can't figure out what to do."

That's how it happened when the Ismas kept fighting.