The Branded Female Fencer

"Haher, I wonder what corpse (object) you've become? Crushed tomatoes or hiccups..."

"Neither Way"

Seeing Doom and Alberto speak, Miriazal, holding Jake aside, was about to land flutteringly on the ground. As he walked straight towards Alberto, he threw Jake aside like a Jake can't take a passive, hitting hips.

"No! What the hell, in a penny minute!

"That's our line. Then the doorhoe!!!

Miriazal turns to a look of excitement and anger.

"I told you not to come out! You want to die!?

"I had a bad feeling about it!

"I'm so worried about you, they don't fall off!

"What the fuck!

"Do it!?

Ugh, two people screaming at each other with a roaring voice. It is precisely a state of one-touch immediacy. Most wins and losses will be obvious, but they looked like children's fights.

"Hey... ignore this one!?

But with that gap, he protrudes the evil spirit that Doom deformed into a spear.

"Millie, do it!

"Hum!"

Jake screaming, but Miriazal taking it lightly with one hand.

"What?

"It's a shoboi attack... Lord, are you willing to kill me?

Miriazal grips evil spirits with one hand. Stunning Jake and Doom, but familiar with Alberto.

"Hmm..."

"This feeling... wow, that's disgusting!

Miriazal sees a gripping evil spirit clutching around his hand, shaking it off as if he had even touched it with filth. Soon Alberto held back behind him.

"Dear Miriazal, I will fight here"

"No, your lord stay back. I'll do it. Your palace will collapse if your Lord storms any further."

"This is..."

The columns and walls are broken everywhere as Miriazal glances around. The renovation is going to take a lot of work and money.

"Lord take care of Jake. I'm gonna remind this fucking little one what kind of eyes he's got for someone who's superior to my church."

"Hang on, I can make a dork like you..."

"Shut up."

When I wondered if Miriazal had disappeared, he appeared on the side of Doom and pounded his shoulder. And the fist is breathing -.

"Is...?

"Blow it up."

Gusha! Doom blows up in a conical shape with the bursting sound of things like that. He blew it all the way over there as he penetrated the wall. Fast, heavy blow so fast that Doom has no time to be stuck or evil spirits to defend him.

"Uhm, excellent condition!

"Wow..."

"Dear Miriazal... the palace is unnecessarily broken..."

"Mm, no."

Pen, and Miriazal taps his head "Shit," but of course he won't be reflecting at all. But Alberto is used to Miriazal. At the same time, when Miriazal does this kind of trick, he also knows that he's pretty much on his mind, so he can't be strong.

"Well it's about to break, the palace on the east side is going to break it all and it's going to burst. Nobody's got a placement, right?

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It's Jake.

"Hey, what the..."

Jake somehow realized Miriazal wasn't the only one, but he didn't think he was such a human being away. Even Alberto thought it was pretty awesome, but he also understands that it's much higher strength than that.

"Your Lord wants to be strong, don't you?

"Oh."

"Then take a good look at the Washi battle we're going to do now. Well, that would be helpful. Though the whole season is over, I guess I'll still be in the top 10 on this continent!

"This or..."

He eats a flying kick in Doom's face when he's about to come back, catches up faster than he blows, eagles his head off and slaps it to the ground. The floor was deformed with a tremendous roar and the palace itself was shaking. He kicked Doom's head further into the ground as if it were a kick, and blew it apart as he drilled a different hole from the one he had just opened. Jake was watching that, but I can't hold my mouth open to the incredible sight.

"Usso..."

"... Dear Miriazar, it is not helpful..."

Alberto expressed a sober sentiment, but the word no longer reaches Miriazal. Miriazal turns his back on those two and follows him through the hole Doom drilled. The look couldn't be confirmed from the two of us, but she looked like a ghost. She was vandalized to this point, and the angriest of all was her. And when Doom came to the room where he lay, Doom still could not stand the shock he had suffered.

"Ku, shit. That's a lot of bullshit."

"Naturally, Sancho. But I feel a strange touch. You're not human, are you?

"Come on, I don't know"

"My guess is that humans and evil spirits are half at a time... no, a place called 1: 3? Then I'm comfortable with your immortality and your freedom to manipulate evil spirits."

"But the question is, how can we make them disappear?"

Take the way Miriazal is worried about wearing a small neck.

"... do you want to hit me as soon as I get an allowance or something for now?

"Hmm, you don't have any art. You violent bitch!

"Well, I can't deny it. Well, I hear you've got 348 of our victims, so why don't we just take 1121 shots?

"What calculation... ah!?

There is no time for Doom to say anything, and Miriazal's fist plunges into his cheek. Miriazal continues his full streak to the right and to the left as it is. It's like Doom's body jumps around the room like balls put in a roulette. And then the room, the palace, collapses.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The attack stops once Doom has plunged into the wall and the eastern corner has collapsed. Doom flutters up in the rising dust.

"Oh, my... sigh. Why, the defense... doesn't make it..."

"The attack of the eagle is faster than simply your evil spirits react. And the density of evil spirits doesn't prevent them from attacking. So, Lord, you lack combat experience?

"Ho, ho... why, yes, I think, of..."

"If I were you, I wouldn't come in here on that level. Throwing away pawns, or fools? Besides, if you're the boss, you can use your abilities better."

"Hey, I see..."

"So, is it time for the break to be over? By the way, do you remember how many shots you got hit?

"You don't know..."

"I counted to 564 shots, but I actually forgot the washi... so I'm sorry, but I'll start over again."

"Oh, shit... how unreasonable, dude..."

"The world's not like that... let's go!

"Fuck, fuck, oh!

Doom's scream echoes into the Deep Green Palace. Doom managed to open things up, but the hour was already late. Miriazal never loosens that hand.

But Miriazal let his anger beat Doom, while keeping a very calm part of him.

"(Weird... I do have some relief, because this guy has something I want to ask him. But I was going to weaken it a little before I heard it, but it doesn't look very weak. Plus I care about the two above. Why don't you come and help me when this guy knows you can beat me? Or why would you want to storm with me?

I still don't know why this one came in a straight line to the eagle if it was a throwaway pawn... or even a throwaway pawn. If we were to target the Church of Arnelia, we would thoroughly destroy the facilities, we would do more damage to the general soldiers, we would crush the boundaries, and we would have as much to do. You want to know the extent of our defenses? However, based on this experience, the defense is further strengthened. It would be more difficult to do, so it would be counterproductive.

Or simply because you're the target, what are you going to do from here? To this extent, I don't know how powerful I am. It's creepy that I don't know what the purpose is) "

Keep thinking, but the attack on Doom will not rest. You see a mighty blow to the dovetail, blowing as the doom turns so many times you don't know. Because of the flashy blowup, I even went back to the room where Alberto and Jake were again. Doom who manages to stand up, but he's mostly on his feet, and his legs are cracking. Walk slowly and reduce your distance from Doom, Miriazal.

"Only endurance is a first-class product, let me compliment you."

"Well, thank you... you're too strong."

"Naturally. How much do you think the eagles live?

"Are you sure it's about a thousand years? That's about as good as me, is that the best you can do to get a blow in?

"... who did you ask for that information?

"Come on... who is it?

"... Fair enough. It makes me want to talk even if I don't want to. Don't resent me for killing you, okay?

Miriazal takes the stand. And when I tried to jump on Doom, I was stuck with something. No, can't you move your legs? When Miriazal looked at his foot, who fell out of balance and still wondered,

"What!?

Osiria was glancing at her face from the ground. I used my mindfulness to secure Miriazal's body. I actually did it with the momentum to grip, but to grip Miriazal's body, Osirian mindfulness power was lacking. But still enough for an instantaneous stop.

"I told you, huh? That's the best you can do to get a shot in!

"Dear Miriazal!

Quickly Doom flies a spear-shaped, no, more compressed needle-shaped evil spirit at Miriazal's face. If you give this to a servant Miriazal without being able to defend him, he won't be safe.

Doom had been working on this operation since before he entered Arnelia. If Miriazal was a far superior power figure, for a moment, think that if there was a way to ensure that an attack could reach even just one blow, he might be able to overshadow the situation. Doom had a thoughtful side to him, back-to-back with his sex.

Alberto, who perceived the crisis in Miriazar, tries to come in to help, but Osiria quickly stops with a mind-blowing force.

"(In time!

"Kuha, die!

Miriazar was ready for a direct hit.

Continued