The Little Prince in the Ossuary

A desperate soldier throws himself. A 30-meter free fall. For those who have been waiting, it is a feast that falls from the sky. Two men died at the feast, and the rest began to feast. The soldier must have pulled a few grenade pins as he fell. A turbulent explosion has occurred.

Fisher Three Down. "We're out of fuel."

The first flying drone crashed. It was a shortage of fuel.

Repeated evil persuaded the platoon commander. There are also repeated radio transmissions that urge retreat at the main headquarters.

The mission branch has arrived. Retreat is safe and advancement is dangerous.

Winter was troubled.

Insights empower the acquisition of this technology. The realm of genius, at least Grade 11 "Movements", has the potential to strike a situation. By correcting the ability to overcome extreme obstacles and evasion, we meant to penetrate this chaos.

Skill level 10 is the maximum that an ordinary human being can achieve with effort. After that, the realm of genius. It's hard to get there without a genius. Therefore, even if you receive a Talent Advantage, it is a burden to consume EXP after grade 11. For winter, there was only one grade 11 skill called Personal Weaponry Skill.

Yes, if you can afford it, even grade 14. In addition to not spending and saving, there are not enough experience points accumulated through in-person interaction assessments.

Therefore, winter's concerns were not about investing, but about the possibility of success.

And then there's another warning.

“Commander! Strange creatures have appeared! ”

They were really strange. It didn't rot like anything else, even if there was a scar. means overcome the immune rejection. It looked like a cured patient with Hansen's disease. My whole body was muscular, but it looked nimble. Skin that is too pale and close to gray. The veins below are evenly visible.

Winter came to mind.

‘I see. Is the Specialty Variant next to the Enhanced Variant? ’

Augmented variants, collectively "Ghouls". Things that are easier or more difficult to come up with than special variants.

They're rushing into position. When ordinary things emitted light throughout the body and scattered uncontrollable frenzy, they ran like sprinters, biting tightly. An arm that swings back and forth forcefully. Eyes without even a pulse. An unusually thick thigh.

Raedduk!

Machine gun fire has overtaken the augmented variants. Critical avoidances suddenly arise. The platoon commander has made a decision. And the boy decided.

“Fuck…… retreat! Fall back!"

The ranger and winter move in reverse. The platoon commander panicked.

“You! What are you doing? ”

Winter ran vertically through the walls of a house, grabbing the tip of the horse and stumbling into its feet. Turn around and land on the roof. That was all I could breathe. The interlock of the advanced movement and insight was calculated and illustrated in a visually enhanced reality room. Dozens of broken lines that are updated every moment as circumstances change, and color that changes with possibilities.

Impressive move. Reinforced mutants aim for winter first. It splashes across the ground, grabbing onto the roof, and bounces back up with just the elasticity of its arms. Before it stepped on the roof, when it was still floating on the roof, winter kicked in.

He's got a mark on his foot. He grabs the recessed chest and flies, hitting the ground. Seizures and convulsions.

The number of ghouls going up is five.

D'Duck!

You shoot one of them down. A second time, when overlapping squares reduce shooting efficiency and attack with blood. Winter drew a bayonet. A fixed blade tip under the gun cuts through the chest, goes up, stabs the lower jaw, and penetrates the brainstem.

A new threat from behind. You turn away from the gray hand, put down your gun and turn around, then pull the gun you grabbed with your bare hands and kick off your shin with a swivel. Kwaek! The sound of bones breaking. A balanced third tumbles down from the rooftop.

I was caught by the fourth. Intertwined arms, an upside down gun, and the struggle that continues. Fifth simultaneously hitting the rear. The gun rests on the fourth jab, and turns from entangled to the side. Aim for the bitten gun, the gun, the fifth. The left thumb of the winter's left hand snaps into the trigger. Shotgun until the magazine is completely empty.

Fifth cracked ribs. Death was rougher as the aim was rougher. Loss of lung function, vomiting blood and stumbling. Bardlets are dead. Bloody rooftop.

There's only one left. Winter pressed the ghouls with pure strength. Slowly, but surely. Allows high-grade combat skills to be calibrated. Ghoul kneels. Push him back and make him lie down. A boy sits on pale breasts, pressing his arms against his knees. You grab the gun firmly with your free hands and pull it toward your body.

Uzizizi

The sound of my chin falling off and my flesh ripping. The hollow screams of the ghouls. Winter now grabs the rifle with both hands. With the skull of the skull, the head of the ghoul begins to snap. A living ball to grind and kill. Blood and flesh splatter, and people sharing experiences cheer. Whenever it hits, it reacts to violence, whipping hot stones in the chest. A sense of disconnection from the growing reality.

The screams in front of you fade slowly. Like the last cry of a lifelong mammoth.

In the meantime, Ranger Troops have been pushed out. But I took the wounded soldier safely. You can also see the Ferry Sergeant, who can hardly keep his eyes off the boy. You aim for the boy on the roof, and ordinary mutants are building a living tower. Over and over and over again.

Winter glances around as you grind the magazine. Air space with helicopters. Survivors will hide beneath it. I didn't say anything about a break-in during the transmission. Did you say Western Motel?

The receiver is very noisy. It was the voice of the platoon commander looking for winter.

"Clown! Clown! Hey, clown! Respond!"

Winter has sent.

“Yes, I'm a clown. ”

What are you doing! You gave your life, huh? You're supposed to be in control!

Complex voice with equal amounts of worry, irritation and anger. Winter responded.

“I'm sorry, but I have a different command line. You don't have to follow your headquarters orders, do you? ”

Is that what you're saying?!

How do I answer it here? Winter used the keywords provided by Insight.

“My commanding officer is Camp Roberts, and the only commandment he receives is to kill the monsters of Santa Maria beautifully. I didn't say anything about delegating orders to Captain Maguire. So I'm going to complete my mission. And while I'm at it, I do a little bit of collateral damage. ”

Using the keywords provided will make the system calibrate even if there is a lack of ‘smoke power’.

As far as your jokes are concerned…….

“I'll be busy for a while. Please understand if I don't get a response. ”

Winter rolled with grenades. Degulgul. A little bomb that rolls like a charm. It lands on the forehead of the first guy who climbs up the tower. Shortly after, the explosion.

Boom!

Blood and flesh were poured into the air. Ripped guts falling off the street.

Winter jumps, jumping over a pile of human beings who are still alive and writhing, and back on the road. Black dots sprinkled on dusty asphalt. It's moving. It's like roaches from the Apocalypse. I was crushed while being trampled under foot.

A drone flies around to see if there are any lingering doubts. The lens contained a boy.

Looks like you're out of ammo. The gunfire from the helicopter ceases. Two helicopters make a U-turn to HQ.

Fighting is now entirely for the boy. Approximately 200 meters to destination. All the variants that existed in between captured winter. Running boy soldiers. Running mutants.

No matter how many numbers there are, there must be gaps in uncontrolled groups. Winter dug in that margin. A thin bow between stirring hands, overwhelming body, and unsteady instincts ( ).

I made it if I didn't have a path. When it feels like everything is full, it grabs one wrist in front of it, pulls its center of gravity, trips, rolls, and quickly escapes the rigid spears of legs and legs and legs.

The roll rises at the same speed. One enhanced variant 5 meters in front. Winter shot him in the knee. Falling lower body, grounding torso. You stomp the fallen ghoul like a staircase and leap over the others.

I think I'm stuck now. Winter climbed on an abandoned camper. Run through wide roofs, step on corners and make the most of the leap. Flying without wings. Hungry things under the boy's feet flourished. Winter brings branches to the shore. Taking the bending wooden elasticity, I once again ran far away. Skill correction. The falling impact does not rise above the knee. Roll again, turning into a falling force.

The distance of two jumps reaches 15 meters.

You don't have to get caught up in the road. You climb over the wall, running through the roof and roof like a flat surface.

At last, 'Boogie circle’, the first Grumble, showed interest. Abandon the search for hidden civilians and turn around. Between the beast and the boy, there were many things to die for, but the yellow eyes of the beast did not miss a new target. Fixed predator's gaze.

[Grunting]

A sprint pattern aimed at winter.

I've been waiting for this. The current evasion rate is clear.

Blood vessels surge on the creature's thick legs. Huge mass, terrifying acceleration. In a straight line between the boy and the monster, all the runaway mutants are trampled. Winter blows away at the right time. Grumble's fist twists into a single wind gap.

Grumble then plowed for more than ten meters. A bloody paved road evenly intermixed with flesh and bone. Vapors gush through the pushic nostrils, and the creature slowly turns around. Winter has led the charge again. The wild ground echoes. The asphalt is full of cobweb-like gold. Overwhelming power and weight. The swept mutants flew away with their arms and legs torn off.

"Watch out, clowns! Six o'clock! Bogey Tuga clown captured!

But I was feeling it. Bone marrow stabbing sensation and augmented reality warning. The appearance of another Grumble. It was an interlocking function of Combat Sense and Survival Sense.

Winter knelt down and aimed. You need to make a parallax in both monsters' sprints. Short breath, swollen shoulders. A class 11 marksmanship that swings the target line. Queek! You dig a partially burned, three-pronged throat. Immediately after, winter flies away. The uncontrollable side, the massive mass, passes through. I hear the roar of the man who's been shot. One more dodge right away. The second one stopped when he smashed the house.

How many times have I repeated this behavior? A group of mutants gathered in the center was killed. Trial blood. Two helicopters return here replenished with ammo. Maybe even animal intelligence can foresee death. There were still many mutants that looked far away, but they began to scatter.

Winter has finally thought of catching Grumble. The user makes two monsters come in one direction, and each scream alternates to hit them with a bullet.

There are only three grenades left. I couldn't kill them both. First I got rid of one of them, then I got the other one to vomit blood. The helicopter descends after the man with half the combat strength. Very low altitude flight. The sniper aims at the grunting monster.

Thung

A light resonance. The results were not light. A grenade that explodes before it shuts up. The creature's last breath is a path of blood.

Winter looked around. Found it. Western Motel. It walks on its own. It doesn't have to clean up any surviving mutants around it. It was the role of the soldiers on the helicopter. One of them hesitated for a moment in front of the winter. I want to say something, but I don't know what to say. Finally, it was the end of the salute.

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