Vorpal Rabbit and Fortress Uncle

Running through the poorly lit tunnel, you can ride Nanjing.

Running smoothly on four stupid feet with countless intertwined vines seems like some kind of monster.

"Mole, Three Bodies"

Got it!

As soon as we receive enemy information from the preceding lizard, Letty and the others will be ready for battle.

They were dealing with enemies that suddenly appeared out of the darkness because they were moving at such a rate.

"'Flash'!"

Rock crushing

"'Perforated Fist'"

Letty runs in front of Nanjing, shaking each one of his specialties.

The black nail malls that flew over with their tongues rolled in a daze and were recovered into the pumpkin and quickly dismantled.

It's kind of like factory work.

"Well, this is what happens when we stick to efficiency.For now, the strength of our enemies seems to be at a level that three of us can handle. "

It is a deep hierarchy without other players, but the protozoa that emerge are not so strong.

No, I may be killed instantly if I fight, but Letty and the three avant-garde fighters don't feel too powerful because they'll kill them before they can fight back with a high degree of cooperation.

Perhaps the black nail mall I just attacked is much stronger than the one that comes out of the top, but it was a little pathetic because it was crushed before the sharp nails arrived.

Sister!

Keep going smoothly for a while.

Suddenly, the lizard suddenly delivered an impatient voice.

When everyone remembered their doubts to him, who went out of his way to call Toka, it appeared.

"... I see. Long time no see."

He exhaled a hot breath and stood in a side-chest position.

The mysteriously tethered red-brown body expands like a rocky mountain, and its limbs are as thick as metasequoia and as hard as steel.

She stretched out her pin and beard from the tip of her nose and her eyes were red and sparkling.

The sharp, sharp, long black nails stretched from the fist that gripped him, and he stood majestically as if to show off his body.

"― ―" Petyrone of Bamboo ""

Toca murmuring his name heavily.

Speaking of which, I completely remembered with protein that my real name was like that. I laughed inside.

Stop walking, stare at us confronting each other, and Petyrone changes his pose one after the other.

Show off your spine like a demonic washboard with a double biceps back and show off your clubby arms with a side triceps.

Abdominal and rhinoceros appear to be too wide and big a plate of chocolate.

I see, it's the same sharpness as before

"What are you talking about, Mr. Reggie?"

"I'm not the same as before."

"Why is Toka hanging out too!?"

Toka walks forward with her hands on the Night Sword and Moon.

At that moment, heavy and sacred air dominated the scene, turning it into a battlefield for only two.

You don't have to do anything from here on out.

Innocent imitation, such as stepping between the two, is unacceptable.

"... shouldn't we just surround ourselves with one-on-many?"

"Don't worry, that muscle, I'm going to cut it in half now."

"Hmm...."

Returning Letty, who was trying to help him, Toka leaned forward.

In contrast, Petyron also returns to his side chest position and expects full play.

Look behind Petyrone.

Whispers at Letty's confused face.

Letty, who bounced her shoulders slightly, looked behind Petyrone's stone hedge with a chaotic face.

The black nail malls, not as well as Petyrone, were gathered there with serious expressions of flesh.

"Wow, even the wild horse....."

Say audience.

Of course, they're not going anywhere.

He takes an unobstructed distance, but approaches his limits, opens his small eyes wide, and tries to burn the two fights to his head.

――

The toca breathes quietly.

Together, Petyrone also inflated his muscles.

The first thing I did was...

"Hmm."

“Petyrone of the Horn” dares to push forward with his arms wide open.

It's an overwhelming surface and destructive force, like a bulldozer that scratches out dirt and sand.

The width of the tunnel is critical.

When the toca tries to avoid the side, there is not enough clearance for the thinness to escape.

That's why.

"--Colorful flower flow, wandering shape, a set of knives. Spiritual"

She also confronts herself head-on.

Like a solid steel shield stacked on many layers, its weight also runs fiercely and courageously toward the massive wall. A blade of God's Speed.

A sharpened moon blade.

Approach the light and tear the sound.

The blue sheath scatters sparks and the black eyes shoot through sharply.

As the two lines of sight intersect, there is a burning seepage in one eye.

"Red Tsubaki Ghost"

The perfect “shape” and flowing “voice” gave her the sharpest blade.

Fresh blood dances and cracks run through the rocks.

Long silence.

Everyone even hates the breathtaking sound and stops.

--It fell apart.

Phew

Then a cool sound sounds and the toca holds the sword in its sheath.

The giant body shakes right in front of you.

Shortly after Toka took a few steps back, her huge body fell at her feet.

Soot fell under the blade.

Fight and settle in less than a minute.

That is why there are no uncertainties such as luck or miracles, and the difference between pure technology and power emerges.

Petyrone was also much stronger than before.

The muscles were further kneaded, the muscles toughened like steel wires, and the carvings were as deep as grand canyons.

But more than that, Toka's blade was sharply sharpened, his aim was not half mad, and his concentration reached the extreme.

That's all I was talking about.

Nice muscle.

Zero words of praise come out of nature and the mouth of the toca.

It was the ultimate battle to bet on my skill and intentions, so there was a certain respect there.

Nice muscle?

Well, that's a nice muscle.

Letty lost her ears in confusion, but there is a relationship between the two that cannot be explained by words.

"But my sword was sharper. That's all."

Toka looks up and looks at the black nail malls gathered behind Petyrone.

They calmly recognized his skill and quickly lined up against the wall of the tunnel.

By their instincts and reason from their muscles, which transcended their grievances, they honored the mighty who had broken down the walls to which they aspired.

Black nail malls that remain rigid in various poses, showcasing beautiful bodies like ancient Roman statues.

The scenery on either side of the tunnel is like a gallery in a historic museum.

It is the Arc de Triomphe that honours the winner.

Then, the climbing gate was opened by the endless challenger.

Waiting ahead is a harsh battlefield.

That's why they send the glow of their flesh to their fullest hands.

"Let's go, Mr. Reggie. There seem to be many more powerful builders in the back than Petyrone."

"Why did you do that...? Eh, maybe Toka is communicating with that muscle mole there!?"

Looking back, Toka told him.

His face had a refreshing smile, and he looked forward to the hardship waiting behind it.

"You mean like a builder!?It's named, but it's just a protozoan!? "

"Let's go, Letty. I entrusted them with their thoughts."

"Mr. Reggie also knows what the wind looks like!?I don't know if it's just Letty. "

Let's at least pick up Petyrone's materials.

With condolences to the mighty, I will carefully dismantle the polished body.

That's how we get back into the tunnel.

"Oh, don't leave me!I can't talk about Letty alone! "

Three minutes until Letty, who shouted confused, smashed a bunch of teddy muscle moles.