Final (8)
He reaches out to Frey with a sudden right hand. His body was always shining brightly, and his right hand was whiter than usual. The distance was far. Hundreds of footprints less. Dofrey, however, was momentarily the hand of the Lord and the whole body of God, as if it were huge enough to hold it close together.
It's a visual representation of the fact that this road can narrow the distance in an instant.
Rod's thoughts are unexpected enough. After Fray's direct contact with the transcendent body, he'll break his mind. If necessary, torture or anything else will be immortal. He no longer regards Frey as a people, so I don't intend to kill him. It's his purpose to suck away the creed in his body. Frey recites it low.
(Screaming)
Wood chop.
In a short while, Rod's hand twisted in a bizarre direction as he approached Fray's foothold. Subsequently, his body bounces back like a cannonball and flew to a place where he couldn't be sure for a second. The distance opens again. But I can't be reassured. The blue light that flows through Frey's eyes grows stronger. I saw Rod standing up in the middle of nowhere.
I say it once.
< Fall)
Quong!
The knee of the rod is bent at right angles. He squeezes his face into the ground without overcoming the invisible pressure. The road-breaker raised his head with a movement, facing Frey. His body flutters.
< Stop
Hook...
It shook like a candle in front of a strong wind. Frey completely disabled the movement of the Dansemadroid. Isemal is not a temporary force, just like the verb. It has a strong persistence. Rod cannot reach Yijeffrey, cannot straighten his back, nor can he exercise his discretionary power. Fray-Jung
Frey called this power the end.
“ ……. ”It looks like you're overpowering the road, but Fray's expression wasn't so good. 'It's solid. It's just being tied up. It can't do real damage. No. Are they tied up? I can't say that binding a rope to a rock is a restraint.
Not enough. You can't kill Rod with this kind of apocalypse. Frey has sunk. I don't intend to draw any more time than I have taken the power of the end. It seems that vertigo has already occurred. Infinitefield, too, has been using unfamiliar forces in succession. Especially the power of the Apostle was more than a countermeasure. I had to.
'It's the power to turn my perception into reality.
Might as well call it "reality manipulation." It may be possible to create matter if it is guaranteed to be highly skilled. It is a power unlike the power of God, but it cannot be said to be universal. If I could really get everything out of my mouth, Frey would have told the Lord to die. In fact, what I want to say right now is like a chimney, but it's for a pure hippie who bears the impact of the apocalypse. It is different from stopping the movement of the rod and extinguishing its dependent material. Sugar
It would be the difference in the wavelength that would have to be borne by the gentle higro. The counteraction that occurs when the load is extinguished. Frey can't be sure of that. He wasn't even sure that Geddagard would come right away. Even now.
Instruments.
Rod was already resisting the apocalypse, not because Fray's powers were weakened.
His body grows its own resistance.
“Monster.” I can't believe it. Because I know that there is no resistance in my own words.
Quajic!
One of Rodgafray's three species was shaking.
He will no longer feel the enormous pressure.
[] Rod gained a temporary factor oil, but did not narrow the distance to Frey. I was just sending a clean line with my hands. I had to. His servant is still tied to him.If he doesn't shake, he won't be able to reach himself..... whining. Maybe.
Frey realizes that it's a whirlwind and that he doesn't feel the warmth and tiredness of the rooftop.
< Stop
I once again put my words in my mouth. I felt the wind approaching and stopping. Frey swallows the drool. If he had used the last word a little late, the wind of the blade would have torn his body apart. This is also the power of the road.
'Rod can use the power of every demigod he absorbs.
It was an interference with space, the exclusive power of the road that Frey held back. Then Rod had dozens of other powers to use it. “Wrong idea.” Frey murmurs. One constraint on him by the end, trying to finish with a new magic power. Then I couldn't even delay the time.
Now I realize that the odds of winning against Rod are in the short term. Now that the mind is preserved a little bit, you have to hit the power.
Kugu-ku!
The blue light covers Fray's entire body. Rod feels restrained by moving his body.
Everything in Frey's book was written this morning.
The last attack he will make is imminent. In other words, if he withstands this attack, it is the victory of Rod.
Die)
Quaak.
Death is not real. Rod knows that. But it was embodied in Fray's voice that was definitely visually showing the substance of death.
Rod realizes that the ominous black smoke changes the visual acuity of the spine. He has the shape of a single smoker that alters the shape of the spine.
Then Rod forgets his words. His eyes fade. There was a clear fury in his eyes. It was a knife. A single knife, brightly lit with a dazzling light on a subject born of black smoke. Roadgafurious. [Sobbing! This is my death.
Are you sleeping!] His body moved impulsively. Rod rushes towards the knife without any power. That was unpredictable behavior by Gunfrey. Then the blade went straight into the chest of the rod.
Sheep!
Rod's chest is torn apart. There, the light is blown. Frey stares at the glow. He doesn't even notice it in the pain of an eyeball.
Luminosity swallows the rod, the sword swallows it, and it swallows it all the way to Goffrey.
* * *
I saw faces. I've seen them before. They look up at themselves in horror. "Stop, stop.” “We don't want that. ”
Frey looked at them and reached out. He wasn't moving. Now Frey's conscious.
It was someone else who was moving.
[Don't tremble, my people. You will soon understand.]
Frey realized that he was the owner of the body. Fearful creatures in front of their eyes were demigads. Transcendents trampled on human beings like worms, now more miserable than the creatures that killed them. They don't even think about rebelling.
The coming death was nothing but a horror. Predation began.
Wood Yield….
Rod accepted his actions, and sometimes expressed them as one. No. This act is literal predicate
A giant 'mouth that fills Rod's face, bites the demigod as it is, chews it, then swallows the honey cake. Rod moves his jaw, but he doesn't seem to have a clue. Now I can feel the fairytale.
He had no objection to his actions as much as nails. I felt a kind of glorification in my heart as if I was doing the right thing. Frey forgets his words.
'The memory of Igan Rod.
I understood that the situation was in jeopardy. It prompted the price of Frey Ward, and the memory fragmentation into the boardroom. It was a piece of one that Frey was looking at.
I may be reading a memory. It goes back once again. I saw a man with silver hair.
[Killing the people was unforgivable. Ricky] “I know.” [I want to ask. Why did you betray us? You were never like this. You understand me better than anyone, and you sympathize with my will.] “That's why it's obvious, Lord."
Ricky said in an unshakeable voice.
"I was wrong then.”
Shortly after listening to Ricky's words, Rod's heart cracked, and I felt like there was an irreparable crack. When I swallowed up dozens of people, it was still floating, and the conversation continued. Rod pretended to be a fool, but he was fooling around. He suffers from impatience. He is deeply confused by the betrayal of the people he trusted. Somehow, somehow, we have to turn Ricky's mind.
That impatience made me say something that I would never say out loud.
[Let's just say this isn't happening.] “... What?" [I'll give you the right band. I'm picking one of them to come here. There's no doubt about it, and it's going to happen instantly. Everywhere you need to worry...]
"... Are you going to put a death sentence on a people who didn't commit a crime?"
[It's sad. But I can't help it. You're more important than that.]
It was precisely at this point that Rod was the source of the warp and all the changes that occurred to him began with this proposal. Of course, Ricky didn't accept the offer. The crack in that road was even more encouraging.
'I've given up so much for you! You..! ”
I screamed at Rod's injustice.
For tens of thousands of years, I treated all demigades fairly, and I loved them. Because one day he was called "Lord," and he was able to receive all the Demygad's blinding allegiances. For the first time in his life, he committed an act contrary to his own identity. He didn't realize his commitment was crooked. He was just angry at what he couldn't repay. The confusion that other demigads would have experienced because of Issilo was not a big problem. The big problem was the mind of Imilod.
He hated the Iranians for the first time.
This is it.
Rod has weaknesses. He's the only one who can dig into his beliefs. As soon as Frey thinks about it.
Quajic.
.. absolutely! ’
He woke up in a fairy tale with terrible pain.
* * *
“Huff... Huff...” Frey takes a breath. After waking up from the memory tank, he sees his condition. I spilled all my mind. I imagined the power needed to put the word "die" in my mouth. Fray's body was shattered.
Evidence that there was not even enough force left to sustain the transcendence. He glances forward, forcefully. Erod stands there. The glow around his body was flashing like a candle just before it went out. The muscles were covered in dirt on your body. He was completely damaged. The fact was that his joining could have anticipated the damage.
C. Loss. Frey bites his lips to erase negative thoughts, and it doesn't work. Given all the means he had, there was no way to set the stage for a reversal in the anomaly. I felt rather overwhelmed by the brilliant brain.
[I won.] “…..”
Frey first saw Rod's face.
C. His face was clearly marked with nothing. Rod had a victory in his mouth, but his expression glimpsed. At the last minute, he had no choice but to change his vote. I didn't intend to kill Frey. Then I didn't even know if he was going to extinguish the public. So I did my best, and I won.
[In the brawl that just happened, we were mobilized.
You came to me. On your own. As the river flows into the sea, it's proof that I have more power.]
Really, it was a real long fight. Rod was unacceptable. Not a dragon, not a demon, not a demon. The man in front of his eyes was only human. But this is it. It was a long road after all.
[You die here.]
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Frey opens his mouth, then closes again. Nothing to say. Challenged, fought, lost. His will is broken. There is not a single finger left. In the end, what Gyeongsang showed was that Rod's beliefs were stronger than his. I don't have any convictions. He had been alive for years, and there was no convincing reason. Rod's beliefs are confused, twisted, and contradicted. If you hit it in color, it'll pop.
I still can't believe I lost to such a crooked belief. Then there was no denying that he was defeated. I don't say the result.
Frey closed his eyes.
'.. I didn't know it would end like this.
I thought I could win.
Rod's decisive weakness was also known. But he was defeated, as he did 4,000 years ago, and eventually he was defeated. Of course, there was a different viscosity then. Rod was no longer laughing at Frey. So I don't think it's silly to put him in a gang. He recognizes that Frey is a threat, and he won't leave a trail behind. There is no miracle.
“... I had it. But it is.”
Frey said in a clearer voice.
“Man, he didn't support me.” […] Fraybleke, I don't know yet. To me, it was more difficult to depend on each and every one of you than on every human being on the continent.]
Rod mutters as he looks down at the Higgs.
[Goodbye.]
Fluffy.
Rod's hand is stuck in his chest. His consciousness is gone. It seems to be sucked into the Seekerman space.
With human power, you fall into an abyss that you can't escape. It's useless. Rather, the darkness was pulling on him even more like a swamp.
And, "Fraybleke is dead.
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