There was no King, so the National Army defeated the demons and went somewhat smoothly.
Not intact, of course.
A large number of the wounded and the dead are also out.
But the number one war zone is the soldiers fighting the Cyclops.
One cyclops would have been better, but there are five of them.
I aim at my eyes with arrows, but Cyclops isn't stupid either.
I know my eyes will be targeted, so I constantly try to cover my eyes with one hand and run around with big figures.
If it is hit, it is confirmed to be seriously injured.
Wayne, who became an ace for the two armies, crosses with the Cyclops as he commands his men.
"Well, Wayne's guy, you're no longer a bummer. Cyclops and Tyman, you're quitting."
Wayne is holding down Cyclops by himself, while his men command him to hold down the other one.
I can't see the spear moving easily.
Cyclops bleeding scratched blood to see.
Other handicappers feel like pushing a few cyclops.
Some cyclops were fighting invisible enemies.
There's nothing here. There are more scratches when you are not here.
Cyclops thinks. What am I fighting against?
Swing your arms around the dark clouds, but just cut the sky.
There's no way there's anything at your feet.
Yet there are more wounds.
Yarrow, you're moving too much.
Patrick was freaking out inside.
If the Cyclops hit his arm, it would be instant death in Patrick's shape.
I'm seriously injured just by my arms swinging in the dark clouds.
It's all scratched with a piece of paper, but the only thing I can do is scratch it. If I did, my arm would be broken.
He slashes them with his own hands, and falls back, repeatedly breaking in.
Switch from a sword to a knife and aim behind the joint with an emphasis on slashing flavor. Even behind the knee is Patrick's head position, so all he's after is the back of the knee and the Achilles tendon.
He slashes it several times and finally succeeds in cutting the tendon behind his right leg knee.
On my knees, I can finally aim for my flank.
From the flank of the slashed tear, the bowels of the cyclops pop out.
When Patrick leaves at a fierce speed as he grips that bowel, his bowel is pulled out cheeky.
Like stopping it, Cyclops holds his flank with both hands.
Finally, my eyes are empty!
Patrick takes an eye out with an arrow-shaped backsword!
Bussy back sword stabs me in the eye.
Cyclops that move their hands barking to pull out the back sword that stung them in the eye.
Patrick pulling his bowels again.
Bleeding from the eyes to the flank.
Patrick bathes his whole body in the blood that bleeds.
Cutting your intestines overflows what you eat from inside and smells strange.
Cyclops rolling around the ground in pain.
I finally succeed in slashing him in the neck.
Blood flies like a fountain, turning the area into a sea of blood.
"Boulder Reaper"
Who shrugged.
"Red Reaper!
Someone screamed.
Wayne has also finished knocking down Cyclops, and the handicappers have knocked down two, with one left.
It's the Cyclops Wayne's men were holding back.
Patrick throws his back sword the moment Cyclops' hand is out of his sight.
Hand back sword stabbed with one shot.
Wayne and his handlers run towards the Cyclops simultaneously.
Patrick looks around.
Apparently, I saw an end.
Dosun and the sound of a large object falling.