Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Lanza's breathless streak. A set trap. As a result, Sefina with her legs taken and her buttocks on. Rulier's most blow rolled out there.

Sex of a man, or the instinct of a canine tribe? The series of streams even made Bayu's heart hot, which should have frightened him into it.

But that's why it's another instant when you're showered with cold water and cooled down.

The muscle strength of level 20, where all body weight is added, and even the properties of 'Defensive Ignorance' are aggregated at the tip of the scoop.

The blow, which was supposed to be that special, was blocked and stopped by the palm of Sefina's kneaded hand in front of her face.

Rulier's scoop didn't even break the skin of his soft palm.

Bayu didn't hear all the 'defensive ignorance' the Rouliers were talking about, but at the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce, she understood that her blow was nasty because she watched Rourier make a hole in the wall with that eye.

That didn't make any sense.

Sefina, who prevented Scoop, jumped on the spot as if to ignore gravity.

And when I woke up, I was grabbing Rulier's white hair at what speed it was done.

Sefina pounded the grabbed hair from her head to the cobblestone ground with the momentum as it stood, once swinging Roulier around like a hammer throw.

A hard crushing noise sounds on the boulevard.

Butterflies and white hair cut a thousand times.

Rulier's little body, beaten to stone by outward force, bounced loudly, fell docile and stopped moving.

Dalari and relaxed bodies are not even pickly. It is dyed bright red with blood overflowing with white hair.

Upon that step, Lanza was an instant attempt to strike a hand in the escape, but Sefina's speed far beat.

A fistfight that flew with the power and speed of a cannon pierced Lanza's dovetail.

".........................................."

Bali and violet electricity run. "Thundering Penetration" made it at the critical point. But now, Sefina just keeps attacking when it doesn't matter.

"Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder."

Against Sefina's attack, a desperate magical streak. A pointless hole is worn in the body of thunder one after another.

"Lightning Transparency -"

My flank was choosen. The wound was thought to be easily blocked as well, but the wound was only finished with a slight run of purple electric muscle.

"Gobbo!"

Lanza, who threw up blood flashly, retreated and knelt. And when I reached for the flank where I could no longer only feel the heat, and realized there was nothing there, I had a powerless grin - I fell.

Lanza sank amidst a red spring spread over cold cobblestones.

Bayu, who had seen it all, remained entrenched.

There goes Gyolori and Sefina's eyes.

"Hi-!"

There was a scream. Sefina walks straight to Bayu.

Kill. While I knew it, Bayu couldn't even get up and run, just sluggish and lagging behind.

And...

Sefina passed beside the frightened Bayu.

…………

Stasta and his footsteps go away behind his back.

I'm not even an enemy, I'm a roadside stone. I don't even need to deal with them. Bayu understood correctly.

Looking back, Sefina walks to the side road where the Miriards fled.

Kyle and Vita are also ahead of us.

My heart bounced dokun. Breasts striking early bells are dark, heavy and painful.

The two are younger than themselves. Aren't they missed the same way? With that in mind, anxiety builds up in a whirlpool.

I thought I heard you two crying. Probably a hallucination. The cry on leaving was just still in my ear.

Or are you two crying on this mountain?

There was power in Bayu's hands. My fist is gripped.

And a slight, but definite flame shook in Bayu's eyes as he was dropping off Sefina's back.

Moment - Sefina looked back to Bayu.

It was looked upon as if it were an inorganic eye reminiscent of a reptile, and the slightest flame smoked in Bayu swept away without a trace, and its eyes reigned only in fear again.

Sefina walked out after Miriardo again when she took her gaze off such a bayou.

Tears spill out of Bayu's eyes.

My hands and feet didn't listen to me as if I didn't like it. No, it's not like I hate it. I don't like it. Bayu's heart had refused to go help his brothers.

Pottery, pottery and tears fall.

Bayu could only drop Sefina off crying on her back.

The heir who arrived in Berg was in the carriage until he discovered a huge build-up of blood in the 'Outer City'.

Seeing the spreading blood build-up and splashing pieces of flesh, he felt that there was no longer a moment of respite, and it was his own legs he relied on.

Anyway, his all-powerful disease now is faster than a carriage.

Run, run, run, find people, listen, run again.

And when his heir arrived, there was a wagon with rolled up cobbles and wheels destroyed, and a lanza that sank in a sea of blood and...

"Louriette"

The heir ran over to the falling down lourier.

I tried to hold my little body up but once I saw it bleeding flashly I stopped my hand.

The main bleeding area is the head. The more white hair dyed bright red, the more blood sprayed, the left corner, etc., a large crack was running from its roots.

It's dangerous to move it poorly because it could be causing brain damage. The heir who so decided gently touched Lourier's cheek. Then the skin felt a definite temperature. When I put my hands on my neck muscles, I could also check my tokens, tokens and pulses.

The first heir to breathe small here, however, became aware that his vision would be stained by a fiery fire. The eyes shake with gras, the vision narrows and narrows. Swirling in your chest is hard anger and killing. But his heir swallowed all of it once he ate his teeth. There's more to be done now than that.

The heir took the tag on Roulier's neck and put magic into it.

HP: 31/682

I don't know for sure how serious this number is, but it is still at a glance that treatment is needed as soon as possible.

If it is a treatment, it is the heir who has become familiar with the other world to the point where the word "potion" comes to mind before doctors and hospitals anymore, needless to say, there is no potion in hand. Luckily, however, Agate's store was not so far from where it is now.

The problem is, we can't just move it. We have to leave Rulier here for a while.

If in the meantime there is anything like the enemy that brought her into this sight will come back......

Sefina's face floats behind her heir's brain.

"No..."

One man lays down in blood before he shifted his eyes.

When you check the name window, you're sure in the Lanza you ran into at the Myriad Chamber of Commerce.

(Did you go up against this guy...?

It was rather natural for his successor, who had not seen the full story, to have thought so.

Lanza doesn't move, whether she's alive or dead.

But the name window opens, which means the tag still has magic left. There's plenty of potential to be alive.

Dolores, and uncomfortable fluctuations in the back of his chest. His vision narrows again and his eyes shake out grassy.

If, while I'm gone, Lanza moves out, there's a danger to Roulier. Then you should turn down your hindsight worries here. More importantly, what keeps Rulier alive?

The heir pulled the knife out of her hips and stood up, keeping her eyes seated. And when the knife took a step towards Lanza with one hand,

"Ha! Ha! Ha!

One boy ran out of breath from across the boulevard.

The boy was Bayu, but regardless, his heir doesn't know his face.

When the breathless Bayu gave in beside the Lourier, he opened the container of elongated metal held in large quantities, its red lid, and on the head of the Lourier - a gassy heir grabbed its hand.

"Get off me!

Yes, Bayu, who had stripped his fangs, had worn out and wept.

The heir let go of the hand he grabbed when he realized that what was in Bayu's hand was potion.

For whatever reason, Zubizubi and Sniffled, tearful Bayu sprinkles the potion to Roulier. One, two, and ran out, and when that number entered the third, Roulier's lid slowly opened.

"Mm..."

Along with the voice, Roulier wakes up his torso.

As the heir crouched in beside Lourier, she grabbed her face gasp, with or without saying, and squeezed her cheeks around with a mummy to check the degree of the wound.

"Munyu"

"Are you all right?

Roulier, who was but remained,

"Munyu, go"

I nodded.

"Tsuguto, did you do it?

To the rulier to confirm, the heir shook his head to the side.

"I was down. I just found you. I cured your injury--"

My heir shifted her gaze. Roulier looks at you after being followed. There was a leaning bayou there.

"Mm, it was Bayou. Thanks."

Bayu, thanked so much, is, however, spilling tears as he looks down.

"It's not... ugh! I don't deserve to be thanked!... I really had to go after him... I knew Kyle and Vita were in danger...! I'm scared, I don't want to go that way, so think about something else I can do..."

Hickhick and Bayou sneeze.

Lourier, who watched the situation for a while in silence, eventually stood up and looked around for a moment, picking up his own scoop.

And when he stands in front of Bayou, he puts up a scoop.

"Two is tougher than one. I have Tuguto now, so it's more sturdy."

So fine. What Bayu did is not wrong. Let's all go help the two of us from now on.

That's what I wanted to say.

Whether or not the awkward words arrived fulfilling the bending bayu.

A successor who had no idea what was going on there grabbed Gassi's head.

"Hey. It's nice to include me in the numbers, but I have no idea what's going on. Explain it."

"Mm, I'm gonna go mop Kyle and Vita"

It was too concise to explain at all. But when it comes to Kyle and Vita, and Bayu, it's the names of the slaves who were thought to have escaped with Rourier. I could only understand that the two of them were in some kind of critical situation.

"Help from who? Miriardo?"

When his heir asks,

"... Sefina."

It wasn't Lourier who answered, it was Lanza who was supposed to have fallen in the blood buildup.

Lanza raised her blue and white face and was holding the potion with her trembling hands.

"... you're alive a lot, you"

I can't help but say so that my successor can mock me. I can confirm that Lanza's flank is heavily choosen just by looking at it. I guess I used the potion, but it doesn't look like I'm recovering.

"You're the one who used to be left behind in front of that woman."

to Lanza, who was dying face and still said invincibly,

"Thanks to you."

and the heir returned it sarcastically for now.

"So? If Sefina is the enemy, what are you trying to say? You're no different from being our enemy, either. If you want me to give you guidance, I'll think about it.

Lanza lifts her purple wide angle vigorously to the words of her heir, but soon coughed up blood.

There, Roulier, who received the potion from Bayou, approaches.

Roulier began to sprinkle on Lanza's wound when he opened the red lid of the potion.

"Hey, just give me a minute, Rulier. He's the enemy."

My heir pointed her voice, but Lurier ripped, tilting her neck.

"I got paid, so it looks like Micah...?

"What? No, what do you mean? What, money?

Explain to his questionable successor that Lourier was hired by Miriardo while showing off his large gold coins.

"A million larks?

"Squirrel"

"So you said you were hired by Miriardo?

"Squirrel"

"To defeat Sefina?

"Awesome stuff"

"Do you know that you, Miriardo, are also a bad guy's scumbag?

"... um, but you gave me a treat, maybe a good one"

Lourier proudly shows off her bag of sweets as she craves her bedtime remarks.

His successor, who floated blue on his forehead, threw everything into his mouth in one breath when he snatched away a bag of sweets. Chew on the cheeks as they swell. Roulier was stunned.

Gokun, and his successor who swallowed it, figured out what to do.

My partner is breathing when he helps Kyle and Vita.

But judging calmly would be an escape option.

Sefina's power, which she actually felt on her skin, was so out of track. Now that Roulier is back, his heirs don't feel the need to bother dealing with such a monster.

Kyle and Vita, even for two slaves, given that they are owned slaves of Miriardo, it seems unlikely they will be served.

But when we talked about it, Lourier wasn't convinced.

It's certainly unlikely. However, given that Sefina's principles of conduct in the first place are even unclear, I doubt even how trustworthy they are of their possibilities and doings. If Sefina changes her mind a little, that's all that ends.

Run away because you're okay with that. That's a good point. I just want to get away with it but it's just a good excuse for my body.

I can't talk about that. I don't even want to get it out. If you say that, that's no different from who you were before you died anymore.

I decided to be strong. I vowed to live strong.

Well, then...

I remember Sefina beating me up.

Reminds me of Lourier, who was falling down with blood paint.

It can't be like they're both about to kill each other and pull back in silence.

There is still a dramatic and uncomfortable urge swirling around my chest. You can't be convinced or anything until you slap him on this.

Once the heir closed her eyes, she punched her cheeks into a temper.

And the next time his eyelids opened, his black eyes only pointed straight forward.

"Go."

All I said was one word when I was ready.

Roulier glanced up at his heir's face and nodded, gripping Scoop tightly.

There, it's hard to say full speed, but Lanza, who seems to have recovered a little, rises flirtatious with a terrible complexion.

"... are you following me?

"I hope you don't get me wrong. You're the ones who follow me." Three Ferocious Reds "is only a prey to Myrialdo. Remember, you're hired."

"I didn't get any money."

My heir clapped her shoulders.

The three lined up and Bayu was the only one still sitting on the ground.

"... me, can I follow you? I should have fought then, but I couldn't, but I abandoned both of you, and now..."

Bayou mouths regrets in tears. But from a successor who knows real regret, I have to say that's a slack thought. I don't even regret anything like that at all.

The heir grabbed Bayu's root and forced him to stand.

"I'll tell you one thing. It's too late for regrets."

The heir's words were simple. But that's why it also reached the boy's ear deeply.

"Or do you think it's too late?

Bayu, who often looked up at his heir's face and was silent, eventually shook his head quietly beside him.

It wasn't too late yet.

Four successors, Roulier, Lanza, and Bayu were running down the mountain road leading to the 'Demon Mine Cave'.

The mountain path that leaks beautifully into it doesn't seem to follow the demon's waiting battlefield if that's all it takes. But as it proves it's not a mistake, it's often different from the people who come running from the end of the road. Even a man who kindly advises, "Run!" and "Not up there," his face is desperate in itself.

Rulier, who was running the lead, suddenly stopped and looked back. Then the heir, Bayu, looks back as well.

At the end of the three glances was the last appearance of Lanza to be delayed.

Using potions does not fully repair damaged organs, and his complexion is as bad as ever.

"... can you fight like that?

When the heir speaks,

"I'm still going to be able to do this better than you guys."

And, Lanza made me try to be strong. But his pace never goes up.

Ha, ha, and disturbed my breath, I finally put my hand on my knee and stopped my leg.

"... let me tell you one thing, do you have a plan to deal with you guys where you got there? Reliance on" defensive disregard "was also empty."

To Lanza's words as she breathed, the heir leans her neck.

"'Defensive Ignore'?

There, Roulier pulled the hem of his heir's shirt as hard as it could.

As his heir turned her gaze, Rourier stuck a scoop up the stone stairs and breasted with a doya face.

"... a scoop stabbed you in the stone? What's going on?

"Ever since [Scopper]"

That was an odd sight. It seemed as if no force had been added to the scoop protruded by Rourier. Yet I pierced the stone with ease. I even get the impression that the stone is softer rather than that Scoop has exerted a powerful force. It was odd to think of it as' defensive disregard '.

If this is the power of the title, I'm not talking about killing it, but I don't even know who's trying to take it away.

"... this power didn't make it through?

"Oh. The attack did hit me, but I couldn't even rip my skin off"

Roulier stares at the tip of Scoop.

"Fuzzy."

and tilted his neck.

"... maybe the human opponent doesn't have the effect of 'ignoring defenses'"

I said it like Lanza came up with.

"What do you mean?

"Think about it. Scop is not inherently a weapon, but a tool for civil work. It's not when we deal with humans that we use our power."

I see, I roared with it. The only person I wasn't convinced of was one.

"Mm-hmm. Scoop's here today."

Roulier grabbed Scoop tightly and argued.

Lanza smiled bitterly, but the successor, on the other hand, had a serious face,

"... Hmm"

And I thought about it. And

"Rulier, try attacking this tree for a second"

The heir pointed to a single tree that grew up on a mountain path without any change of philosophy.

He was a lourier who didn't understand his successor's intentions, but showed his original honesty and waved a scoop at the tree as directed.

The tree plays a scoop, sounding gushing hard and the trunk just scraped slightly.

"... it doesn't work on organisms in general, so..."

I nodded that Lanza was satisfied.

Roulier waves Scoop over and over with remorse, "Mmm," but the result remains the same.

The heir stopped the murky lourier and stared jizzily at the scratched trunk. Touch the trunk and stroke the wound.

"Let's go Scoop..."

A retrospective heir slaps Pong on his shoulder to Roulier, who dropped his shoulder with a small grunt.

"Try again"

That's what the heir said.

Lanza and Bayu tilt their necks. Because I just thought it would be the same no matter how many times I did it.

Only one person, Rourier, snorted hard at the words of his heir, wields a scoop.

Lanza watching as she shrugged. Only my heirs were taking me seriously.

And...

My successor laughed niggardly.

"Stupid......"

And it was Lanza who surprised me.

The tree was as if it had been knocked out with a giant spoon, and the trunk had been decided.

That, of course, is a trail decided by Scoop of Lourier.

Rulier, who didn't even understand why [Scopper] 's powers were activated this time, still sounded his nose softly, tided his cheeks and looked like he was good at it.

The only heir who has derived the correct answer is also

"Lourier, I'm sure your scoop might be the strongest"

I laughed so well when I said that.

The face was hard to say I had found a way to win.