The Skill Maker

an unpleasant sound of metal laid low

a harsh, heavy voice far from human beings

The gruesome cruelty shuddered the able men.

"Huh? What, what?"

"Who is it?! " Identify yourself."

The 60,000 capable men quickly looked around when they heard voices of unknown origin. However, there was no one around who was assumed to be the voice master.

However, the voice goes straight again.

And the able men could notice at the same time. The voice was flowing from the inner side of the huge black shroud that stretched out right in front of its eyes.

[Good for you, the game was almost over. I was bored because the number of visitors decreased. This is it. One. Very, very good.]

Argh!

Giggle, giggle!

A sharp, irritating noise, as if scratching a blackboard.

The able men had to shut their ears without even realizing it.

dissonance, as if the dimension were torn.

It was delivered to the soul as if it were the terminal of the deceased, making the eardrums and psychology of the capable greatly uncomfortable. And

Soon, the huge curtain of darkness began to crack in a vertical.

a giggle on a stick

And the moment the curtain was lifted so wide.

We were finally able to look into the world in the tent.

20,000 Blue Skills and the World's Strongest Clan Leaders.

No. It was a scene far beyond our imagination.

To the point where my head is white as a blank sheet.

"......!"

"What, what... ...this?"

60,000 capable men who seem to have stopped the accident.

I, too, could not say a word in a moment.

No. I had expected it to some extent as the curtain got longer.

But I didn't know it would be this bad.

Jackal stammered open his mouth.

Lena, too, slowly opened her mouth with her eyes wide open.

"Bu, Red... Mountain?"

"Come on, hold on...! I don't think it's..."

"... ...for the world."

"Is that blood? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

a burst of astonishment

Sixty thousand Blue Skilled People in Shock.

a red-colored mountain visible from the inside of a tent

It was the mountain of a corpse of men of ability.

It's literally Sisan blood damage.

No, but he wasn't the only one.

The whole situation was not in the past, but in the present.

"Keep... Ouch! Buy, save... Whoooooooo!

"Cough, Cough! Blow... Blow! Whoo-hoo!"

"Da, you guys... ...save, save... Give it to me..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My leg!"

20,000 troops of the Blue Alliance.

But they were all torn to pieces together and became part of the Sisan Blood Sea. Those who had not yet died were all the more miserable. The powers of the genus Ilucron, who lose their limbs and groan, and of the superior Clan. But it was only one thing they, too, that their stomachs were bursting and slowly dying.

"Save... save..."

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

And at that moment a ray of black light falling from the sky.

It was the 11th Circle Black Wizard, an executive of the Red Alliance.

Clan's executive whose neck and head separate under pressure from dark forces.

An unidentified body part that explodes and rolls around in a defensive shaft.

A myriad of blood-stained blood that forms a river of blood.

Blood (). Blood. Blood (). Blood.

The curtain was simply a reminder of hell.

The able men backed away unknowingly. the sheer misery of indecency

It was a cruel scene, even for me, that made me sick.

"Huck? Me... Crazy...! This, this is crazy!"

"Ma, Ma, Jesus..."

"You don't think... you're almost dead?"

"Yi, this is really..."

"Defeat? Sue, the top brass?! You don't think the top brass?"

The capable have fought countless battles to this day, and have built up tremendous combat experience to become insensitive to blood and bodies. And so was I. In fact, yesterday alone, we had 160,000 Reds killed.

But even so.

Death is not the same death.

"Me... Chin..."

A man dies even if his heart is pierced by a sword.

Even if your head is pierced by a thin needle, you die.

A small wound can be cut and killed by disease.

As a result, it is the same death, but its forms are all different.

And the scenes that are now unfolding here...

Never could they be seen as normal deaths.

Death weighs the same.

However, such a brutally decorated scene could never be considered normal. This was a scene that seemed to have carried out a massacre for the slaughter.

It wasn't survival, it was the sight of someone killing someone to enjoy the blood and the body. a killing, crushing and crushing sight Perhaps this was what the lunatics looked like.

[Laughing] [Laughing! What do you think? Isn't this a pretty cool scene?]

a man standing smiling all over with blood on his body

And the eight beings who are seated in the front and back of the man.

I could almost immediately notice who they were.

A boss of the Red Alliance. A ruler of the power of distortion.

And the Red Alliance executives who are spouting near madness.

The men of ability sweated cold sweat at the hideous spirit.

Unimaginable scenes were taking place one after another.

Apparently, there were only two people who showed up in the lead.

A man believed to be the boss of the Red Alliance and a powerful Hamut, an executive of the Red Alliance.

So why is the number of Red officers rising to eight?

"Red's executives? Well, why are they here...?

"What happened to this?"

In the meantime, some people recognized the true nature of the executives.

some of the figures who made their mark during the great war of the past

"Car, it's Cainbarzen! It's Cainvargen!"

"There's an Akamur..."

"In addition, there's a million-masser Gashwald in Moutuga Rausch..."

"Oh, crazy! Growley Jean, Curkunta. There's Iliana and Velonica."

"Yi, yi... Holy shit...!"

"As expected... this was a ready trap, too. Mr. Crowd was right."

But then.

Several people staggered and slowly showed up on the mountain of the opposite body.

Those who are seriously injured to the point that they will not be strangely lost in the near-death experience.

However, the talented people exclaimed at the moment they found their appearance.

Familiar faces. hateful and welcome faces

It was surprisingly the Blue Alliance leaders who still survived.

You said the battle was final.

Some of them were still alive.

Of course they were fatally wounded, too.

Master of the Changgong Clan. A man called the most capable man in the world.

The black radish found 60,000 talented people and opened their mouths with difficulty.

"It's all... you guys..."

"Black radish..."

Silver, the master of Black Sod, distorted his face.

Although they were ordered to celebrate, they have had their own ties since the Great War of the past. It was never a pleasure to see him die.

"Cough! You, your words... We were right... we were... I was caught by the enemy's trap. It's so nice to see."

A black radish that vomits blood with its mouth as soon as the horse is finished.

There was no color in his face as he struggled to walk.

a very severe injury

On the contrary, it's amazing that he's stuck to his mind despite the massive amount of blood loss. Han supported his tottering body and splashed it over his body, which he had taken out of his waist.

Friend?

I didn't open my heart enough to be called a friend.

It's just a connection that was briefly passed by during the war in the past.

However, the memory of crossing the diagonal line together was still clear.

"You stupid bastard. Is this really the only one who survived?"

Only six leaders of the Blue Alliance survived.

Master of the Changgong Clan and the Holy Grail. Wa of Valkyria, and Eagle Clan, the First Captain of the Seven Thousand.

Survivors are only six of the most powerful mythical items in the world, and all the other mythical masters and cadres have died.

The same goes for dozens of [defeating]-levels.

Well, the wounded terminal powers were alive, but they couldn't be power.

In fact, the front-runner was little different from the annihilation.

The black radish nodded painfully.

"Mi, I'm sorry... Han. I was stupid... At that time... ...I should have listened to you."

"I know you said you were considerate of other bookmakers. Stop talking. Then you'll really die."

"No... I'm sorry. Really..."

"You idiot..."

Han's face fell and distorted.

A black radish that is always overconfident.

I can't believe he's apologizing to himself.

It meant that he was as weak as he was.

Besides, Black radish's right arm, left ear, and left hand.

His right arm had been badly cut off to the shoulder, and not even a trace could be seen. The left ear was crushed so that the original shape could not be recognized, and the left hand also had all the bones crushed and twisted. There were also hundreds of cuts all over his body that seemed to have been cut off by sharpness, but the black radish, nevertheless, still clasping his pite with his crushed left hand.

a hideous skeleton that is strangely lifeless

But he kept his mind like a man of the upper [mythological] line.

I'll have to relieve the pain somehow before the symptoms get serious.

"Therapy team! Treat these people right now! One o'clock is urgent!"

But the voice that resonates at that moment.

[Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

"......"

Kayama burst into laughter, but Han did not respond.

And only the day before yesterday are the abilities to start moving in a hurry.

Most of the resilient people who had witnessed the horrendous scenes of the tent were stiffened and unable to even move properly due to tension. Perhaps without Han's words, he could not move to the end because he was afraid of Kahama.

With such resilient men running to the top brass and beginning healing.

The black radish pulled out the weapon and grabbed Han's arm trying to escort him.

"He... has something more to tell you. The enemy boss... That bastard over there, he's not. Look, that guy over there, he's the commander of Armudor's army in Dame's mask...! That guy...! Killing a million men of ability alone in the Great War... The lizard that I ordered... ...that lizard."

"What?"

The end of Fate Day (5).

by world manners

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