The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Volgu!! (smash!!)"

With the roar, I swing through my right forefoot covered with a gauntlet of earthen masses by attribute magic, and I carry out a heavy and hard blow to Savage Fang.

"Gaw!"

But the guy jumped diagonally away avoiding the tree behind him with a light backstep that didn't suit his physique, smashing the ground with both forelegs with magic at the moment of landing and shooting off a stone scatter.

Since there is already a remote attack, the body is immediately hidden in the shade of the tree, and the stone bullet is overrun, causing the body to roll magic and activate the Vajra body of the earthly attribute while still dressed as a silver wolf.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!

After a beat, he flexes the limbs raised with tough muscles and rushes out like a thunderbolt, jumping from the side of the fierce warcraft into the nose (two places) in a low orbit.

"Wow!! (Whoa, whoa!)"

"Huh!? guaaaaaaaa."

Savage Fang's reaction was delayed to a speedy raid that exceeded his expectations, and a claw attack carried out by arcing the muscle fibers (springs) slashed the flank.

Sprinkling more blood and not missing the retracted prey, I open my jaw and try to eat, but at that moment two "bone spears” pop out of the organs on both shoulders hidden with the body hair of a warcraft.

"Grrrrrrrr!!

"Waffy!? Gua (what the fuck!? Guaah)"

Suddenly brake on the stag, tighten the clavicle muscle (sawdust) and the cap muscle (sawdust) and push the sharp bone spear (cheekdust) into the ground in a shallow range, avoiding deep hands, but pouring magic into the ground through both forelegs.

"Huh, wow on, Galuuuuuuuuuu! Eat, greedy fangs!)"

"Ugahhhhhhh!?

Immediately beneath the savage fang, slightly alarmed by the habit of the warcraft or with his face on his face, the outward magic of earthly attributes “tethered fangs” were activated and one earthly mass of fangs pierced his limbs and lower abdomen after another.

"Gu, varuuuuu!! (Gu, zamami!!)"

He stares at the warcraft that leaks a painful voice into the pain and opens his jaw trying to expose him to a "roar of sound shooting (soundblaster)" from the nearest.

The moment I tried to unlock the magic of the wind attribute caged in Tanda under the formula of causing a concussion in the shock wave and then stabbing a stop, a sickly shadow jumped in from across.

"Wolff!! (Rip it up!!)"

You were knocking down the Lesser Fang first to gaze at the gap, when your sister pierces a mechanical dagger with a right backhand to the underbelly of a fierce warcraft restrained with earthen fangs and jumps diagonally up with a bouncing force in front of you.

"Guh, gah, gah, gah"

Slitting her belly vertically, she switched her body up and down in hollow, and her sister, who had let go of her dagger, burned her body surface by lighting a fox fire on her palms from an upside down state where she had eagled the back of the Warcraft with her fingernails of both hands.

Still unstoppable, she lowered her hips on the back of the warcraft, sealing her movements with "tethered fangs”, and became a horseback rider, and her sister held a spike dagger (stiletto) suspended on her hips with her hands upside down and protruded into the brain.

"... Gwoolwogwwwwwwwwwwwww

(... because it's not my hobby to make you suffer too much) "

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Though it feels like something good has been taken, the power is lost from the extremities of the Savage Fang who raised the voice of the Terminator, and his eyes lose light.

That gave me a glimpse of the rest of the Lesser Fang, who was confronted with Lenaid, fleeing scratchy, and by the time I got my gaze back, my sister had undergone some transformation, becoming a dog-mixed fox man rather than a cobolt.

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My consciousness was covered in the bright white darkness that would have happened several times already, and I was standing on the usual dazzling silver spiral staircase if I had noticed.

"Uh-oh, Vol-on? (Mm-hmm. Are you going up again?)"

If I follow the memories that I am allowed to recall on this occasion alone, I feel that if I do not ascend the stairs, I will take a step forward rather than return to the path I have come to.

Apparently, the logic of life (the proverb) is looking for evolution, and while someone's blessings and praise still pour out today... there are parts that do not fall into place.

Evolution is aptitude survival and prosperity if we see it in a small framework, and although it is a genuine being as a race, it is nothing more than the elimination or domination of other races if we think about it in a large frame.

If so, the destination must be a feud and self-destruction with an excessive number of homogeneous species.

"Gallu, Wafavoau... (That's kind of depressing...)"

Even if a similar history is repeated with continuous cotton over a long period of time, seemingly dancing a loop (...) of loops (...), will it actually go to higher order while drawing a spiral (...) and eventually reach the end?

(Ma, I forget everything about this place beautifully... doesn't matter?)

Even if the question remains endless as to whether the phenomenon of referring to evolution is an inorganic mechanism or whether organic will is involved, we have no choice but to comply more than live within that framework.

Breaking apart with ease before you, you step on the stairs, and as you ascend the tree of life in a light foothold, you arrive at a dance floor that opens slightly, and your consciousness surfaces in the light.

Common Name: Dagger (Female: Sister)

Race: Demon Fox

Class: Fox Evoker

Skill: Leap Enhancement (Large/Effective for a moment) Hearing Enhancement (Small/Constant)

Intermediate Illusion Fox Fire

transcriptional eye

postural pattern (changed to a transcribed image)

Sky tread (forming a magic field in the air * not continuous)

Title: Fox daughter hunting tiger authority

Weapon: Spike Dagger (Stiletto) (Main) Mechanical Dagger (Suppl)

Armed: Beautifully polished leather armor