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Ooh, ooh...!

Ruby squad led by Gaston had been pushed by the voices of demons overflowing from the pit.

"What the heck are these guys...... ugh! The vibe was different earlier!

The echoing voice quickens and irritates the skin, slowly they retreat. Shoulder to shoulder, back to back, gather in one place.

"Whoa, it's his fault. If he moves, it's all over."

Everyone looks back at the voice from the old man Gaston.

Then there was what could be called darkness itself. The spreading roots suck the blood of the ground and make ominous noises with the zawazawa. It would spread its branches like a bright red great tree and eventually fill the sky.

Everyone peeled their eyes at how ominous it must not be.

"What, is that ah!? Are you sure it's a demon!?

"I don't know. But it's got a name on it, so it's a demon, and you can probably kill it. It doesn't mean immortality."

"Don't say the right thing. Maybe the captain called that one, didn't he? I want to die. I always want to die."

"Oh, come on, come on! Gorgeous death because I became jizzy. Eh, that's normal, but I'm bogged down! Then Temeer will take care of all my old age!

Um, and my men look up at the sky, and give up the look of "impossibility". Perhaps he will die quicker than the old man. Yes, his expression was telling the story.

The imminent demons, and the blood buildup (Borzoi) can no longer be sandwiched. Seeing it, the old man exhaled in a frightened breath.

"The Ruby Squad has never been. You guys run into the ancient labyrinth first. Hakam's ordered us to retreat."

Everyone turned their eyes round to the old man with a rare and serious face.

And they look at each other, and they say, "Is this the guy you want me to take care of and go first?" "Probably so," he nods at each other.

Gaston's one-eyebrow lifted.

"You know, this is the scene where you cry and thank me?

"I'll tell you what, Dad, because of your sturdiness, we haven't had a chance to die either."

"Yeah, well, if it's death, it's him. When you wake up, paradise (Eden) or hell (Hell)? No, you won't be in paradise just your father. I've been doing bad things."

"Ah, I would have run away if she had. I regret it!

"Don't say that."

The belligerent and bloody cannot attain more happiness than overnight comfort.

It's more or less a strange conversation about trying to dictate a woman. There is a woman in every world who falls in love with the bragging, "You've exceeded the limits of the demon's physical resistance (resist) and severed his neck."

As for Gaston, I wanted to kick his ass, but this isn't a bad idea. He crooked his lips and laughed "heh," nothing more than to tell him to take it personally.

The old man has a sword in his hands, taking the struggle to his tired body.

"Wow! Cleaning up. Hakam's orders are completely ignored! I hunt the necks of the demons! You understand me, you little brat!

"... you know, that's not an operation, is it?

"May be over this period -! Then do it willing to die for Eve's right to massage. I've done a great job since I quit."

"" Oooh!

Even though it's silly to say so, it's a warring soldier waving a demon sword. It is also true that it is directed perfectly towards the imminent demons.

I have about three demon swords each capable of unleashing a type of attack. Let's not spare him, let's blow him away.

Yes, I waited with two rows of swords... something is wrong.

Until earlier the demons were supposed to be enthusiastic and killing for the exit of the pit, but the momentum is stopping.

- Galli, zaki, zaki! Kickin 'ass!

What? And when you look suspicious, there's a metal noise, a fracture noise coming from behind. They all sound like heavy blows and seem to be slashing them extremely continuously.

- Kid, kick, kick!!

No, what is this? What's with all the serial attacks and mountain-like demons being torn apart?

And when the demon could play dpan, one man standing there caught his eye.

"Mm-hmm, you know! Really good placement. Intense formation just like it is for me. Wait, wait, don't panic. I'll cook them in order."

Whoa! And the men groan.

There he was, a long-haired young man with blonde hair, wearing a large shield and sword. He shines when he can tell he's thrown a lot of money and unifies the design with a blue line.

A man who covers one eye with an eyelid and chops it up within his own area. He used to be called a brave candidate in Alirai, etc. -.

"Who's that guy?

"You have nothing to do with it, you are the enemy of a woman. Attack him with a sword."

"Wow, shoot. Eh!!

The Devil's Sword is questioned for its skill.

A certain level is required to activate in the first place, and in masters and amateurs, power becomes the difference between cloud mud.

But in this case, for some reason, the power doubled, releasing simultaneously into the pit.

At the tip of the Bakin and the crushed sword, the demons who were on the front line are pierced through the head to bring about despair. We're on the extension line. Deliver to Zarish! and their thoughts seemed to coincide.

"Ah! What are you guys doing! Target the enemy, target the enemy!

"That's working, second shot prep. He's right. Go for it!

"Leave it to me, boss!

Hihihi, and like the bad guys, they laughed.

Ruby and Diamond are extremely unfriendly in the first place. Although it is more a local sentiment towards a man named Zarish.

He's a man who's done all he can to improve his position. There's no reason not to persevere in harassing the Ruby squad.

"My first girlfriend because of him......!

"That's your first ear. What happened, Loki?

"I was contributing, to that man! While you don't know my savings!

"I can cry!

He was born in a slightly better face, had overflowing gold, and was an abandoned prince of a doomed country, according to wind rumors. You fucking elite, they showed more fighting spirit than ever before. In this case, it was slightly distorted.

For Zarish, though, he only exhales one frightened sigh.

Even though you have made a significant level down, anything below the speed of sound cannot be damaged by the characteristics of your birth, the skill (skill) that protects you.

"You will sharpen with my sword until you reach Eve. Until it's like this sand."

Glitter and shine your eyes, and make the slashing light glorious to your surroundings constantly. As his words say, the demons are shredded galloping, and the pits are filled with black blood.

"... n? What is this, blood is moving on its own"

Blood stretches from the body of the demon that defeated it.

Observing with pale eyes, the blood was gathering towards the oasis. There is a disastrous great tree there, still trying to blossom evil.

I think so. Was the demons frenzied with this?

As the blood builds up (Borzoi) name suggests, breathing blood will show the real deal. In this case, he seems to be sucking all the demon blood, but if it were a devastating war on both sides, he would have gained more power.

As a fairly dangerous demon, it appeared in Zarish's eyes.

The sky was waiting as it slaughtered the last demon and passed through the pit. Enjoying openness is aimlessly marked by evil branches that try to fill their sights.

If you wave to the Ruby squad that you've never played before, they'll give you back your face that you're not playing.

Obviously grumpy, Gaston distorted his lips.

"I don't know, you. Just fine. No, prevent all attacks from him. I owe you a little less."

"I don't mind. I wanted to try bespoke armor and shields. He seems to be bleeding, but are you okay? Why don't you leave this place to me and go home?

"Ah? Let me pull it out, there's a fucking hungry ghost of color madness"

He slams his hatred, staring at him like a tiger and a dragon, but changing his formation. The black flowers on the great trees are about to bloom. Even at the time of death, he moves tediously, whether he's with the dog monkeys or not.

"I can only protect you within my realm, so just watch your distance. And I just heard... what is Eve's massage?

"Let it go, you mess! Look forward, the flowers are blooming!

"Shit! Tell me later, Grandpa!

Porously kicked the sand and they were spitting as they packed the distance.