The World of Masks

A large tree lays its heavy body on the ground and sprinkles an elongated sound. The open fruit falls to the ground, and the nest of the crappy bird plummets together. Seeing his broken egg, the mother bird whispers sadly as she had no choice but to evacuate by herself.

Jack moves to a place where the gunman can fall, avoiding the fallen trees.

Taang!

The gunfire sounds as if it were your last move. However, it was only a slight rebellion. The bullet is blocked by the great sword Jack used as a shield replacement and bounces off without a hitch.

Ta-ah!

Jack bounces off the bullet and moves, avoiding the fallen tree, as if crossing an obstacle. You see a man falling from the air pull the trigger in a hurry to reload. Jack licks his lips with his tongue. I stepped back for a moment as if I were about to pull out a large sword. Then, when he entered the realm, he swung.

Whoo-hoo!

The sound of the waves echoes. The sound of a large sword advancing, shaking the air around it, as if it were the voice of an envoy. I see him holding a Buryburian gun. It seems to be trying to defend itself with the body of a gun. It was an act of ridicule. I thought the face inside the mask might be white and dull.

Pussy!

The Great Sword smashes the final barricade rifle too quickly. Wood splits, metal splits, and springy accessories crumble. It reminded me of the Titanic that crashed into the iceberg and sank into the two eastern rivers or the Atlantic Ocean. Thankfully, there was only one victim.

Rrrrgh!

"Shhhhh!"

'Good scream.'

Jack nods his head. I wanted to record it on my phone and use it as an alarm every morning. Then I'll never sleep through the night. Jack closed his eyes and watched the screams as he listened to the famous symphony.

Fluffy!

I hear him on the ground from afar. He would still be alive. I bludgeoned it to avoid killing it. However, I did not hit it properly, so I was more likely to stick to my life. But I had to check. Jack heads to the crash site.

Kwajic!

"Ahhhh!!!!!!"

A more devastating scream echoes through the air. Jack hastens to his feet.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · The poor bastard."

Jack kicks his tongue lightly. He seemed to have lost his mind. Below that, the red stream gradually makes its way through the forest soil, expanding its power. Jack carefully approaches his side. Seeing my chest go up and down lightly, I felt like I was still breathing. However, if I asked him if he was in good condition, I had to cut and deny it. A thick tree falls on his leg as he breathes.

'Even if I fall, I don't fall to that place.'

The tree seems to have fallen down in the distance. At first glance, the legs on the trees were miserable. From the leg bones, almost everything was destroyed.

Jack draws his sword and approaches Vik. You can see that you're incapacitated, but don't let your guard down. When I was careless, my neck flew off once. It was full.

Jack takes his bracelet first. There were also three bracelets, whether they were only expertly raided by players. Jack takes all the bracelets and pulls an object out of his bracelet. The chain was thick enough to make it look unbeatable. He was prepared just in case someone had to catch him alive. Each and every one of the chains was just Jack's forearm. If he wrapped it in several layers, Jack himself would not be able to escape. Jack puts him in chains. I was not aware that I was disturbed. Almost like a grotto reminds me of a bug, Jack pinched a chain and sprayed the lowest potion roughly on his leg.

'This one is still useful.'

The wound starts to heal slowly, bubbling. But it was also the lowest potion, so it seemed like it was too much to cure. Moreover, the problem was that the tree was constantly crushing the bridge. But Jack turns his back without a doubt. All Jack wants is for him to live. It wasn't a complete recovery.

Creed is in trouble. Honestly, I never thought I'd be disturbed by that woman. During the first raid, she ran away trembling with gunfire, and during the second raid, she had only seen the woman hiding behind the cart and trembling. That's why Vik or Creed or me, she wasn't playing with power. However, she was never a decent woman after all.

Screaming!

"Shit!! '

It was the opposite of what it used to be. Callie's attack was literally a storm, hiding behind a tree and putting her torso out. Invisible blades, whether primarily trained in the magic of the Wind Clan, were slaughtered here and there. I've already used up all of the Revolver's ammo. Due to the nature of the volver, it was difficult to reload in this situation. Cannons were the same. A one-shot, one-shot cannon inversely proportional to its power and range has a much lower reload than a rifle. Creed was out of ammo, both cannons and pistols.

Shhh!

"Grrrgh!"

I felt goosebumps on my neck as I passed overhead. Wind family magic is relatively low in power. However, the free transition and wide range remained long enough to cover low power. Unlike most magic that can only be shot in a straight line, the magic of the wind can bend orbit at any time, and this obstacle has come to a great advantage in many environments.

Kwung! Kwung! Kuang!

An elongated rumbling sound echoes from the battlefield of fellow Vik. I turned my eyes and looked at where the sound was coming from. Several trees are collapsing at the same time.

What's going on? '

I could not have imagined that I was literally lumbering a tree with a sword, but I glanced at the fallen trees.

"Hehe!"

I barely dodged the blade of another wind. I thought I was going to die because I had to avoid only looking at the uniform air and the subtle refraction of light.

At that moment, you hear a pitiful scream.

Who's screaming? ’

It was a pretty big scream, but there was no circumstance, so I couldn't tell who was screaming. It could be Vik's scream, or it could be the enemy's scream. I was thinking for a moment about whose scream it was, and I heard another scream.

‘I don't know who's screaming, but I can't afford to interrupt. I hope it's not Vik screaming. ’

This was no time to pry into other battles. It's a dangerous situation, no matter what. But Creed is also a thick human in the masked world. Creed realized something was wrong with the situation.

'It's not surprisingly intimidating.'

Creed narrows his eyes. You may ask what's on your mind about the one-sided subject, but if you think about it, it's strange that there's no smoke in the same magical storm. The self is a type that unilaterally neutralizes enemies from a distance, so it has no skill in stopping or dodging enemy attacks. However, it was clearly strange that all of them had avoided such an awkward attack so far.

'‘ I had a hidden gift. ’Of course not.'

Creed was humble to himself.

'You are also unfamiliar with combat or · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

You squeeze the cannon in your hand.

'Feel hesitant to hurt people.'

Shhh.

Once more, the blade of the wind flies. At that moment, Creed grips his teeth and puts his arms at the edge of the blade.

Get it!

"Grrrgh!"

The flesh is cut clean and blood spills out in between. I gripped it and endured the pain. At first glance, the wound looked quite deep. One third of the muscles in your forearm seemed to have gone out. Suddenly, I could see white bones.

'It's okay, it's okay. I have potions, so it's okay.'

Creed reaches up to himself and desperately catches his mind. He looks at the direction of the attack. So far, no more aggressive attacks have been seen.

‘Bingo! You are an intolerant bitch to hurt people. ’

There were often such people. However, the mind is different when attacking monsters that seem to have to be beaten and humans who are like themselves.

Huff.

A cannonball is loaded at a rapid rate with a skilled grip. Without hesitation, I turned my head to where she was.

"Search!!"

Kuang!

The reactions of the cannon cause blood to spill from the wound again. I ignored the wound that was pouring out blood like a pumping pump and caught the rocking reflex as much as I could.

Rrrrgh!

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

The shrieks of the gone sopranotone resound. Creed smiles brutally. The carnivorous creature that bares its fangs seems to be laughing. You sprayed a rough potion on the wound and caught the cannon again. The tree used as a cover was shattered into pieces. Next to her, you see a woman hesitant to relax her legs. Seems to have dodged a close hit. Creed considers himself quite a gentleman, but now he's in a mood to unleash his wrath.

Creed reloads his ammunition relaxing as he looks at the woman who's trying hard to get away from him, whether her legs are frozen or not. Heavy cannonballs slide into the cannon, and Creed aims at Callie.

"Time to die, girl."

I need to take care of this and go help Vik. It's time to squeeze your index finger against the trigger and let it out.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

Creed turns away, startled. The look in Creed's eyes was a glimpse of the great sword swirling at him.