The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Volvo ohhh!! (Whoa, whoa!!)"

"Giggly!?

The head of a giant sasori that was swirling slightly with the tail blow, a boneless sword slapped down with impatience smashed the cured outer shell, tore itself apart and scattered fragments of a ruined (spilled) blade.

"Giggle, giggle, giggle!!

"Gah!! (CHUCK!!)"

A chill runs as a screaming giant sasori wraps the magic of earthly attributes around the left-hand side, thrusting forcefully into the earth, and the buster jumps straight aside as he pounds his tongue.

The ground bounced slightly late, and the scattering of earthen mass choosed its flank among the surrounding trees.

"Gu!? Huh, Valua! (Guh!? Oh, it's magic!)"

Across the buster, where the great sword stands obliquely as he bites down the pain and spits evil, Lancer releases his injured left hand from the slaughter spear pattern, causing the holy phosphorescent to gather and protrude!

"Kluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! (Eat, Holy Scatter!!)"

"Greece aaaaa!"

Even as the small light bullet fired out detonated to provoke the holy claw, a giant sasori, which was echoing the increase in magic, protruded the tail needle into the ground and overpowered the “mine” magically wound dirt sand instead of a shield.

However, even though it is slightly superior to the target as an individual, it is not always possible to repair (create) a number of disadvantages against the two top breeds of the Dog Nation who have the same degree of strength.

"Gah, voir on! (Oh, there's a gap!)"

Aiming at a giant sarcophagus trying to pull his left hand back while stabbing his tail to the ground, the Hound of the Arm Black Giant increases his strength on the limbs while sticking out a large sword resting on his hips, setting up a body hit of abandonment!

"Uhhhh!! (Wow!)"

"Giggy!!

Quickly twisting his torso from a forcefully impossible position, shortly after the cuts of the great sword clashed into the left of the giant sasori, which had been crushed (bruised) on the brink, the cured outer shell, which had been splattered wide, and the sword of the penetrating buster wore its epididymis (percussion cancer).

Without further ado, the blades and zoobili were implanted deep into the skull as they stomped on the stiffness of the black-haired mixed arms.

"Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!?

"Wow! (Whoa!?)"

Even as he screams and is swept away by a crazed, rampant giant sarcophagus of death, Buster warns of the tail needle that plundered his sight and takes his hand away from the pattern of his gain to distance himself...... a thick poisonous needle shot out will stab him in the right arm.

"Uggh, uhh... uhh... uhh"

Poking one knee under the influence of a paralytic poison with immediate effect, a fatally injured giant sasori is forced to die on the ground after throwing a sharp gaze.

"Gi, gi................................................................................."

"Ga, guff, a... tu, u... (and tight, huh... nah...)"

"Vaalqa...... kurvan? (It's the first arrow... are you okay?)"

Caring for a childhood tame cramped into small pieces, Lancer poked the trick and Alma Scorpius with the tip of the love spear to make sure he had no reaction, then walked over to the side and put the left palm of the white hair on his head only at the tip.

"Gwoalgwoquaru, woawung

"All obscenities, the light of purification."

In the midst of the magic of the converged sacred attributes turning to light to illuminate the giant body without excess, and the cells being activated to neutralize the toxins in the body, Buster's consciousness was also swallowed up by the silver light accordingly.

……………

………

…

And the spiral staircase of silver spinning with the history of eternal life appears in front of you.

Because recognition takes precedence over survival in this place, one's condition is defined by oneself… in fact, it is normal to be dragged by the flesh of reality.

"Gu, vugaruuuuuuuu."

While stupidly uncomfortable and unable to escape, Buster slowly begins to ascend the stairs leading up to the end.

As its appearance shows, the organism is in constant change and does not know where to stay.

At a time when the capacity attached to the environment is lower than the reproduction capacity of organisms, the struggle to deprive each other of their resources is inevitable and they are constantly called upon to optimize to the status quo in order to form the preservation of species.

Only those who fought hard to live in the process and made adaptations to the environment have left their offspring, spinning the spiral of life inherited from cotton, as their former ancestors did.

Even if you don't know the end of your life...

(Well, whatever it is, you just have to move on.)

It doesn't matter to hounds with black arms who accidentally plunder the back of their brains, such as knowledge they don't otherwise know.

Silver-haired werewolf dogs have always commented on the way life is forced to compete for survival “whether the creator is incomplete or sexually vicious," but he doesn't think so.

"Gwolfaulua? Gallu, voalwaoon

(Struggle to live? Ha, isn't that obvious?) "

It stops at a relatively wide dance floor with Buster's legs up the stairs, and his gaze is drawn to the corridor that leads to the adjacent spiral stairs.

If it were him, I wouldn't have been able to go the wrong way… I've been thinking about it lately.

(Are you sure you can beat the general one day with this extension?)

After the tour, we explored new possibilities and proceeded to the crossing corridor, and as soon as we crossed the space of the perpetual snowflake (Eugushiku) and reached the new spiral staircase of the end, our bodies became heavy as lead and, conversely, our consciousness became lighter and floated into reality...

Common Name: Buster (Male)

Race: Wolfish Cobolt

Class: Wearwolf with mixed black hair

Skill: Arm Strengthen (Large/Effective for a moment) Intuition Avoid Paralysis Nails

Vajra blade (cutting specialization due to fighting) impact reflection

Better Veterinary Humanization Intelligence (Small/Always)

Title: Wolf Dog cutting ahead

Weapon: Blade Destroyed (is Spill) Heavy Sword

Armed: Leather Armor

"... vo, garuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuan

(… again, you've just changed a little bit) "

"Wah, luah ooh ooh fah woh aah an

(Oh, my body is tight in a good way) "

Rising from the magic of “purification," the paralyzed venom unraveled, Buster peeked into his developed fangs, pulled out the stabbed sword close to the remains of a giant sasori with an invincible grin, and gently swung it and delivered it to the sheath he carried after flying blood.

He further grabbed and opened his palms to give Lancer a slightly frivolous look at the black-haired mixed werewolf dogs confirming the sensation of developed muscle fibers.

"Valva, CuowValuauan

(Do you want me to treat you and go home?) "

While claiming by plaplacing his bloodstained left arm, he lights the holy magic light of the "healing light” on his right palm to heal his own abrasions first.

Next, the meatballs were pushed to the side of the buster, determined by a stone scatter, and the warm holy light was used to heal the wounds before the two cobolts returned their heels and disappeared between the trees.