The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Beyond the Bridge (2), Alamider

The handset was a double spear. The sound of a loud voice. And the sharp noises on the radio. The skull whines because of the bone conduction receiver. There were a lot of voices mixed up. It appears that all radio transmissions received by the monster are being regenerated into medium-heated heat.

‘At least I don't think it's transmitting information. ’

It's probably because the brain was destroyed. The same three rounds of ammunition break through the eyelids.

Still, it was difficult to expect one who was silent not to know the situation. I'm sure they're sharing information as usual. If we were to be in the same situation someday, we would have to be careful to repeat the same behavior.

Variants have higher blood pressure than humans. Blood spurted from the night vision was also visible. Trickster's long cries created an unexpected chaos. Winter was convinced that late variants had radio receptivity. If you don't shoot yourself in the head and die right away, this is what happens. It was worth remembering. The bullet must have passed through his head. The blown ammunition was thicker than usual, so it was possible.

The inspiration fell like lightning. Winter came and started running. There are no mutants that can see through the darkness. Aim for the sprinklers above the variants in the middle of acceleration. Single shot. The bullet broke the glass tube inside the emitter.

Shhhhh. Blowing water. The castration was brief, quickly thinning, and eventually a few drops of water fell.

Thank goodness the detector's pressurized. Winter is swift.

The stench of rotten water vibrates. Miscellaneous smells did not catch the ribs. Grumble smashes things around because he can't beat Boon. The sliding winter beneath the swinging forearm, he slapped the ground with his fist and stood up. What is possible with superhuman strength. My body rang, but I didn't care. At least not while Grumbling is smashing around. A huge monster hurls at the broken wall. Towards where winter was. Several variants swept through the ambush that destroyed everything. Thanks to Trickster's lack of traffic.

Winter is now standing among the mutants. It was easy to distinguish between stalkers. It's very similar to a ghoul, but it's hard to see the difference in appearance with night vision.... I was scrubbing my nose so hard that I was helpless. But it doesn't help. Their hands were also rotten eggs.

A total of four. I'm glad I didn't shoot you the first time I saw you three. The variants who were paralyzed by sight and smell were in a situation they didn't even know existed. I can see some angry bastards biting their own kind. Winter turns to the rear of a stalker. You grab the back of your head and chin, and you twist it in half.

Woodpeck. Your tongue comes out fast. It twitches as if trying to taste the air. Fluffy. Winter, where you let go and catch your next target. The Great Sword sinks under your chin. A snap pulls out. Blood spills out. The blood soaks hot on the wrist. Next. He's biting his own kind. As the sense of smell was sensitive, it seemed to have gone mad for a while because of the stench. It was easy to kill because you were lying on the ground. I step on his neck with my bare feet. Woodpeck. The sound of death rising from the radial bone. Crushing vibrations.

There's one last thing left. He was witty. I ripped off the branches of other varieties of clothing and wiped my nose. It's not perfect, but it's got a sense of smell. I thought I caught the smell of winter. Then what? Winter fills up the dead water. All you need is a handful. Liquid from the toe crosses his face. Kwaek! The guy who opened his mouth and swallowed a little bit made me nauseous. He looks like a human being with his back bent and spit. Winter holds the Great Sword down.

Kwaek! A blade of titanium cuts through your back and cracks your teeth. The angles go in, the tongue falls down. The last of the hounds glows. The nerves are distracted and the limbs are shaken. When I pulled out the Great Sword, my free body plummeted and fried the rotten water. Winter evades efficiently. It was unusual for a hound to catch his own kind with a dying struggle. Thanks to you, I was able to trample a few more comfortably.

The sense of combat warns a thick trajectory. A massive forearm that spans 0.3 seconds apart. It was Grumble.It wasn't an attack. It was a circular exercise because I had the capacity to throw. Winter felt sore. It's because of the Dagger that swung momentarily. The blade sweeps through the crust cracks.

Rrrrgh!

Grumble's severed tendons hang loose.

Upgrading didn't make it stronger in every way. Skin with increased intensity decreased softness. If there is no split, it cannot move. Consequently, weaknesses appeared when moving.

The giant beast flashes as it smashes through its clan. That way, the monstrous beasts can't convey meaning. All I know is there's an enemy behind me. In the dark, the strong force alone is powerless. Other variants were torn apart without knowing it.

In the midst of the chaos, winter felt dizzy. Reflexive avoidance. Draw your sword if you don't see any margins. Heave. The day I stabbed you between the ribs. Phew. Not much blood left. There's more wind than that. A self-contracting lung. The dying man howls in the air. It takes a long time for one lung to die. Winter pushes him aside. I circled around and entered the position. Take a step back and take another step forward. The space was confined indoors. Mutants were each other's enemies. A common denominator in the darkness and the stench. The heat rises. The noise of the decibel rises. Now the monsters try to attack everything they feel.

Khh, khh, khh!

The second roar pattern. It is an overwhelming cry with slight vision. Winter was the only time to throw grenades. Pins are dropping. Flutter. Explosives that fly with snapped rotations. You slap the jugular of the biggest monster. Queek! The sound of swallowing honey cakes. Boom, boom! The ribcage expands. Grumble straightens his waist. A collapsing ceiling. Finishes spill like a landslide. You walk like a drunkard, stomping on a few smaller things than me.

It's a hollow motion. Winter has become sleek as it lowers its body. Dig deep into your forearms. His kneeling leg was like a pillar. Slit the inside of your knee as you stand up. Bandits! Sharp blade cuts the ligaments. Blood splattered on the night vision lens. Grumbling collapses on his feet. Kuang! The blood and flesh of the shattered things is overflowing.

After the aftermath, the winters rub their feet into the pool of blood. I stepped on the water spilled from the sprinklers, so I was trying to remove the stench. He then pulls back the low density maze of the mutants and swings his fist at the wall. The glass breaks. The button is pressed. The fire alarm has started to cry.

It was time to return to the Escort. Grumble becomes the incarnation of anger as he stands on one foot and falls again. I had to climb three times over a large, low swing arm.

Tanguryeong Church was like a statue of a shambles. Standing far away with a bag of bleach that has been emptied. It moves along the winter only on its neck. The night vision covered the other half with the mask, but the expression was not difficult to read. Winter said.

“Let's go. The Dools will tie their feet." ”

It was Grumble who saved his life on purpose. A crack in the back of the neck allowed him to die instantly. He fell down and couldn't get up.

'Environment was good. ’

It would be dangerous if the surroundings were bright. Beta grumbles are also strong in their proximity patterns. Grade 15 "Movements" did not guarantee complete evasion. There's a good chance of dying of about 4 bucks. The odds were not negligible. The Regression of Death does not apply to the world view of winter. If you die, that's it.

I try to retrace my previous battles while running with the escort.

The impact of Trickster's handset on the colony was unexpected. That wouldn't have happened in a state of sanity. It could be used intentionally. If I proposed, I would go up to the battle doctrine. Of course, no one can do anything like winter in Chow Wu. But.

‘Snipers can get enough of us. ’

If you launch a full-scale attack after causing widespread chaos with sniper fire, you will be able to dramatically mitigate your allies' damage.

Wouldn't electromagnetic shock wave (EMP) be a problem? Troublesome winter.

The EMP emitted as a last resort was likely to be dangerous in the same close proximity situation as before. Electrostatic electricity remains in the conductor that passes through the intangible shock wave. If bad luck, the primers of live ammunition and grenades will ignite.

I'm worried about one in the bay. Trickster's suicide is a deliberate attack. Lift the voltage before you die. It was an impossible assumption in the same situation.

This is insight by Combat Sense. The more experience you have hunting the same variant, the more chance you have of learning unknown information.

“What have you done? ”

A horse panting while running. Winter shoots a gun in the face. The way up to the roof now. The people inside the building are being dragged down by the commotion. Jump over the corpse. Not the fastest. Attention to the accompanying escorts.

“What do you mean? ”

“Just now! I thought you were diving into reverse! ”

In Chinese, Mogelons is a poem, and the variants are inverted. It was also the Chinese view of the epidemic. I feel fear beyond reason, as well as calling him Dool. It was a dark mythological age for them.

Winter answers with a steady breath as you run.

“Drain tubes in old fountains are corroded by digestive fluid. Hydrogen sulfide is produced. The Middle Church must have smelled rotten eggs. I decided I could numb the hounds' sense of smell with it. The more numbers there are in darkness and smell, the weaker they are. ”

Five-in-one attacks are always disadvantageous to many.

“No, that's not it…. ”

Two ducks! Three more bodies added to the landing. During the sprint to the rooftop, winter made its way at an overwhelming reaction rate. While replacing one of the magazines and emptying it again, he never had a chance to fire a shot. I can't even speak.

The roof is locked. Boom, boom. Knocks on the middle heat. Winter kicked me out. The door is bent and the lock is broken. I bump into my body and fall down even the things behind the door. Hearing the sounds in the building, they rushed in, angry at the door that wouldn't open.

Boom! Boom! Tuck!

Several holes are pierced in the glabella. Blood and bribery spurted out. There were a lot of them. The Visa Winter Magazine replaces its weapons. A backward rifle and a brand-new pistol.

However, there are a lot of other ways to go down and kill them all. Make room for it by killing it. When dealing with many, margins were always important. Then I replaced the weapon again.

“Middle Church! Cover me! ”

This was a crowbar for door bridging. It's a lump of solid iron. It weighs almost a kilogram, even though it's only 20 inches.

Do not use a lever blade.

Thud! The sound of iron hitting the bone. It was a concussion even when hit with a rounded corner. The calibrated harp swing breaks the skull. Khh! Bloody, red-eyed ghoul. He falls down, bleeding from his nose.

The shooting of the Middle Church did not help. I don't know my original skills. However, with excitement, fear, and extreme breathing, all the lines were messed up.

But there was an overwhelming effect. The gaps that the variants could not easily narrow were enough margins for the individual dividing waves. Winter fell between the lines. I believe in the warning of sensory correction. On the one hand, we believe in the honour of the Chinese military.

‘Even the General's son is not incompetent. ’

It is surprisingly rare for the Chinese military to succeed in its senior position.

Ka 'ang, Ka 'ang! Thud! The iron is blaring. Usually with a single blow, but then you miss once. A miracle crafted by the agility of Beta Ghouls. It is too late to turn your excessive arm with inertia. The plague greedily revealed its teeth. Winter added power to inertia. Spinning body. The kicker was a hidden blow to the body. Boom, boom. Not to mention the opposite side of the reaction. The mangled creature leaves a thin bloodstream in the air.

This was cleared up around the end.

Beyond the open door, you hear a rumbling kick coming from below the stairs.

Winter swung the crowbar toward the air conditioning outdoor on the rooftop. It was the right size for a big store. It is screwed into the bottom, but the connection has rusted in the long rain and wind. You take it with a lever and you twist it and it crumbles. Three more times. Now pull with superhuman strength.

Tan Guo, who was aiming for the open door, ran. It pushes the body behind the outdoor machine.

“Grrrgh!”

The sound of an officer using a dragon resembles a monster. Outdoor sliding speed has increased. The weight lifts the tile on the floor. It was not disturbing enough.

Kugung. The gate is sealed.

Artwork Reviews

# Fifteen red

This novel goes down in many ways. I'm afraid I have no choice.

# Q&A

Q. Concentrate2: @ winter looks like parents are spending money again, but if they say they need money, can they take away the stars without winter consent? Or is it because winter is (needlessly) agreeable?

A. There will be some paperwork, but let me give you an approximate indication... you cannot make a loan without your consent. Half knew about winter and deceived him. There was no foolishness in the afterlife.

Q. Jingado: @ Ahh, so compassionate! Do you like pot dumplings?

A. Is there a writer who doesn't like it?:)

Q. FrozenMaster: Are there any games that can be played online among @ post-insurance users?

A. This will also be discussed in the future, but is limited. only among S rank subscribers.

Q. Curiosity! Do viewers even know the actual age of BJ? How old was he when he died, how many years later? Last time in the ad, the real grandmother was depicted as young in the virtual world. So the age at the time of death was not known unless BJ or his acquaintances told him? Or a name beyond your age.

A. There is no way to know from the viewer if you do not disclose it yourself, as Matzmings has adjusted to disclose your information.

Nevertheless, Winter released its information because viewers are exclusive to foreign workers. The Republic of Korea in the book is spreading. Basically, it is easy to be objectionable to the facilitator in an undisclosed state.

It's a lightweight spoiler in a way, but I just answered it because I didn't know if I would have a chance to reveal it in my writing.