1.
The most powerful constellation I have ever met is the Angler of Death (39187; 39740;).
Fall Rain Demon King.
The holy woman of the magical objects has built a mountain of corpses with a single blade. At the tip of her blade, the continent was bathed in red blood, so the bloodstream was submerged in a pool of blood, and the river was thick with blood.
“Kuhahaha!”
But I think I'll change my mind today.
“That's Abby! You dodge like a muppet! ”
I missed my fist in front of my nose. Whoo-hoo! You hear an excessively violent sound coming from the air. Oh, my God. You're lucky your legs were so tight, you almost blew away under the pressure.
“Ah, son! ”
“Say it, Abby! ”
“Why do we have to do this alone? ”
I cried out desperately.
“It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I've had more conversation with you while you're rich... ”
“I'm having the most fun right now! ”
“Are you trying to kill Abby? ”
“If I die by my fist, that's how good my father is. Don't blame me, Abby. Blame your own weakness! ”
The explosion sounds.
I looked back and saw the snow was crumbling in the error that Ubrica had sent me.
“Crazy.”
I couldn't compare it to how hard it was to cut off the corners of the world with my teacher's heart, but it was devastating.
What if I get punched in the face? Considering which of the mountain peaks of sulphuric acid or my skull is harder, the calculations were cheaper.
“Save Abby! ”
I cried.
“The people of the neighborhood! We got an illegitimate son of a bitch trying to blow his head off! I taught you how to run an orchestra and passed it on to the High Septon, and this son of a bitch kills his father without mercy! ”
“I bow with my fists! ”
Ubrica takes a pose shouting the great dog's nonsense. It was too familiar to me.
Archeon Necromancer Museum.
The most formal.
The Asayugum employee.
Errors rose from everywhere and swallowed my body. I opened my eyes. You're not even as good at coming here as you used to be.
- Whoa.
The messenger spills his resilience. My senses of recognizing things at exactly the same time were endlessly slow. The messenger's voice rang out to me as "Hoeo," and I reacted before the snow wind caught the end of his words.
‘You will lose if you stick to the Ganges. ’
I lifted the error from my body.
A situation where if I let go of my mind for even one second, I will lose without hesitation.
Will it work?
As time slowed down, another scheme came to mind.
‘I'll try.’
The movement was faster than the decision.
I stepped out. Bashrack! Your eyes are broken under your shoes. My error rapidly infiltrated with a shattered snowflower.
Archeon Necromancer Museum.
The most formal.
The Asayugum employee.
I have not been attacked by Ubrica.
I took over.
The astronaut eventually burns on the memory of the caster, the Heart. No matter how many tens of branches they divide into attacks, if only the caster understands which branches are rough and which branches are wrong, they can retard.
‘How much you understand about the new man will change your direction. ’
I quietly look at the opponent's aggression.
In my eyes, the spark of error flashed with vivid gestures of hands.
I'll go with you to the main attack that Ubrica has chosen.
‘Let's fight.’
Take a breath.
I started with the wildest flame. The agony of hunger. An attack with the screams of a child.
‘There you go.'
I managed the new airman with a shrewd mind. I remembered the gesture of the mother's hand that I had to hear the screams of the young child in front of my nose.
Pain and pain collided. My error was as if I were strangling him with both hands.
The attack is reversed.
"......!"
Two breaths.
Ubrica has become ferocious. It is not the strength of the force, but my intention is to fight for the understanding of the shameless.
“Abby still chooses to do the naughty thing! ”
Ubrica crumples the error in her voice.
If an ordinary person had heard it, he would have just heard Ubrican words. A single syllable that means nothing.
However, ■ was bent and bent by error. Only in our time of infinitely slow prolongation, ■ spread flat. It was a ball requiring a considerably high hardness.
“Are you trying to turn me into a stubborn Boar?! ”
“Come.”
Our rich man had the luxury of showing off high quality conversations.
“If you don't want to lose, you can untie the Shaman first. ”
“No way! I'll beat Abby as a rookie, too! I want to slap my father's nosebleed, eat freely, roll him down to the ground, and finally get him to acknowledge me from the bottom of his mind! ”
“For 300 years, he has learned nothing but nonfiction. Don't you dare be bullied by me. ”
“Hugger!”
Hugger had a very diverse meaning, as in roughly [no] [not good] [fuck off] [this six-year-old], in the language of the designated tribe.
“I've waited 360 years, and I can't lose again! ”
“300 years, 3,000 years, 30,000 years. ”
Three breaths.
I began to take control of the Shrine of Wuburga. It was like I was painting a painting of Ubrica with color, and more precisely, I was putting my improvisation on the music of Ubrica.
“This father has no intention of handing over the parish in peace. ”
When Ubrica captured the pain of her child, I fed only one child and painted a starving parent.
Which one pains the hunger even more?
Which hunger is better suited to everyone's screams.
Two swords were intertwined with one rookie.
“Baby.”
“Something!”
“Now that you've settled down, we can talk some more. ”
I used the back of my hand to give Uburga a recommendation. I didn't push you away. My body was already prepared to evade by predicting the route of the attack. Hitting your back was just the last move you needed to dodge.
Ogre!
Ubrica sprints up with her medicine.
“An uninhabited job. Especially if you're a martyr. All you have to do is go out and enter the temple if you want to control the suffering of the world. The Shaman is determined to stay in pain. We live among people. ”
Every time Ubrica held out her fist, snow rods were smashed one by one.
But none of the strikes fit me.
Qar-
There was an avalanche to the northeast, southwest, with the two of us in the center.
Like petals on the edge of a rock and a surgery.
Blood .
The white blizzard collapsed.
“Oh my……."
Twenty steps away from us, Black Dragon Juice mutters dainty. Surprised by the overwhelming power of Ubrica? Or was he amazed at my little trick with Ubrica like that?
I kept telling Ubrica, no matter what.
“You have to be careful. Our bridge can be turned into an exhibition hall that boasts much pain. Any time, any time. ”
“The Painful Exhibition Hall? ”
“Don't fight over who's sicker. Examine and see that your pain does not become a power for you. I know you're not a kid, but let me tell you something. ”
Your breath.
I've succeeded in occupying all of Ubrica's attack routes.
Although Ubrica is moving her body, the path to his error has narrowed.
“Khh!”
Ubrica clenches her teeth. The red orb burns violently to open the space somehow, but I grabbed the tip of the flame with skill and flushed it wherever I wanted.
“If you bear the pain alone, the people around you wiggle away. The person who cherishes you, the drier it gets. I want to stop you, but how can you argue that you will bear the pain of the world? If pain testifies to humanity, you're the only one who can be human. ”
I wonder if Ubrica is following me.
I'm not sure
Nevertheless, I continued the fire.
It may be premature advice, but as Black Dragon Juju said, it's much better to be premature than too late.
“Don't underestimate your people for the world. This is the main preaching.”
"......."
“Make a companion. Make a companion. Convince people with your will. Once you have ascended the mountain and gained enlightenment, it is time to go into labor. I want you to leave your heart to me, and I want you to find the humans who can replace your head. I talk to them a lot. If you want to be human, be human with them."
“Such a man……."
“Already there. ”
Five breaths.
I spread the error.
“Look, my child! ”
My eyes gleam in the eyes of Ubrica.
The sheep reflected in the mirror and our eyes locked on each other endlessly.
“Why would I convey my will to you? ”
The error exploded.
It wasn't my strength.
The turbulence of Ubrica's vomiting error.
I just control the flow.
“To share the same sky! ”
And I painted the landscape I had dreamed of for a long time with a red paintbrush.
Ubrica was an infinite amount of paint, and I was a brush.
The same M.O., the same horsepower, and the same impression of the possible tricks came down on the white ridge.
Law on Macheon Law.
The most common law.
Metallurgical Housing, Inc., Inc.
Six breaths.
The landscape changed.
A red error swirled around and shaped all sorts of things.
Candlesticks. Candles lit on candlesticks. Even melted candles from candles.
Fancy floors and stairs. Everything from the house to the embroidery.
“Wait. This is...?"
The Black Dragon Juju is frightened.
In her black eyes, this scene seemed familiar.
Hundreds of candles were lit, and a shadow of error was hidden between each candlestick and the candlestick.
- Karl.
Familiar.
It was a laughter that slipped like a candlestick.
- You want a drink?
- Who...
- With us...
At that moment, the landscape collapsed.
In terms of time, it would have lasted only three seconds.
There were limits to the enormous amount of error in Ubrica, and there were limits to the subtle operation of my error. It was hard for the two of us to keep things, sound, and space together.
But he did it.
Even though it was close.
I have succeeded in recreating the House of Hell.
"......."
Ubrica looks around, dazzled.
One day, the landscape returned to the snow mountain.
But everyone here knows that what they just saw was not a hallucination or a delusion.
“Ubrica.”
I struggled with the few errors left in my body.
“This is what I said to you 363 years ago. It's not just a shot in error. It is to bring down the heart with error. ”
Giving the Shaman to Ubrica.
Flowers blooming in bloodstream and spreading it to the designated people.
It was all to spread the impossible to the world on my own.
“No matter how hard I try, I can't hold on for one second. They'll run out of error in no time, and they won't fill ten paces. Even if I overlap my errors with you, I can only do 3 seconds. But what if we add twelve more warriors? ”
"......."
“Twenty-four, hundreds, no. What if a thousand designees could join forces? ”
Ubrica imagined what I was talking about.
His eyes were stuttering with some landscape.
“Common sense is impossible. But the Designated People have shared their feelings over the last hundred years. Polished. Only we can do it in this world. We are the musicians who share the same score. ”
“That's..."
Ubrica opens her mouth.
“It's about singing pain……."
“It would be beautiful.”
“Ugor. It will be beautiful. ”
It was exciting.
“Let's settle down with this father. ”
I smiled.
“Even if we sing of pain, our lives will still be joyful. ”
“That's strange. How is that possible? ”
“This father is a great man. You're a hotshot too. Abby recognizes you, you recognise her. The best runner recognizes me and likes me, how can I not have a good day? ”
I gave my right hand to Ubrica.
“I'm a little happier because of you, and you'll laugh a little more often because of me. ”
“Let's go down, my family. ”
Ubrica held my right hand.
[You have created a new skill!]
Just then, the tower's voice rang.
[Forms a skill card!]