The battle began early in the morning.
The first to push over is a large group of blue-skinned big ghosts (orgasms).
Sturdy and regenerative power is inferior to the troll, but its one-time large stature, its ability to pull a thousand pieces of iron, its aggressiveness, etc. are out of the group among the subpeople.
The bipedal beasts, wielding sharp nails and fangs, attacked with a roar that was just deafening.
Adventurers against them, but first they hold back with a bow, and each fireman shoots in full firepower.
Where the numbers have been reduced, the shields led by Mugargo, a former Yingjie, step forward and move into melee combat.
Tensions here were made by former Vajra (A-rank) and True Silver (B-rank) retirees.
The best thing the length of experience says is random warfare.
We were slightly out of alignment because we had been away from the scene for a long time, but they are still fierce men who have fought through the front lines over the years.
When he lightly stops eating hundreds of orgasmic advances, he surrounds himself and snaps his neck precisely.
The Expeditionary Army made the first wave easy, but it was also a small investigation.
What then emerged was a more powerful bunch of great ghost generals (orgagenerals) bound together.
The august warriors across the vicious fire-blowing lizards come stuffing the distance as they trample on the corpses of their companions.
The scorching exhalation broke the corner of protection, and the thorny stick of the orga continued to ravage.
"The plight that fills the earth, that's the stage you deserve to clear my outrage. Come on."
"Go full rampage, prince. -"
The black shadow swayed, sickening between the orgasms.
Two-wielded swords dance and blood smoke rises high.
The fire-blown lizards opened their jaws to finish off the swordsman who jumped in.
but the man in a flash so fiery that it burns black, he grins flatly.
Its lacquered black armor sparkled with a beautiful silver glow.
"Burn it down! -"
A sword held in Straccia's hands erupts in a blast of red.
The burning blade grilled out scales and meat, whilst scorching away herds of orgasms and lizards.
In the resulting blank, Ninessa shoots one fireline after another into the vortex.
The two men, who quickly corrected the disturbance of the formation, approached the august general riding the giant black scorpion as it was.
To his approaching prey, Auga's general swerves heavily through the spiney iron sphere tied to the chain.
Straccia lays down the iron sphere in front of her during the blink of one eye on a piece of paper.
Glimpsing a thousand slices of flying eyelids under wind pressure, the swordsman flew to the Great Scorpion, slicing through the swirling iron sphere in one go.
Line from curve.
A walking method that instantly packs the shortest distance, rather than the usual sword twist that paints a circle.
The slashing of the rolled out double sword slashed off both wrists of the organ general and cleaved and tore them to cross ribs before vividly cutting its neck from left to right.
It was an oddly similar move to that of a brother.
Let the best sword muscle roll out if necessary. It's a gifted man's move.
Straccia shakes off the blood on her blade in the form of a monster falling on her back.
Suddenly an axe was unleashed from behind, aiming at the swordsman's head.
The one-handed axe, which flew in while plundering his helmet in a critical fashion, bounced off the tail of a scorpion who now tried to stab and pierce Straccia from exactly the blind spot.
A moment late, the flame bullet hits his tail and sprays up the firepowder.
The blade of the flying swordsman flashed, and the scorpion, with his head amputated, lay down on the ground.
"Oh, you can count on me, Lord Lili."
"I'll lend you that. Give it back to me later."
To the girl picking up a one-handed axe, Straccia raised her sword and sent a signal of acceptance.
Ninessa rushes over there and shouts her surprise.
"Oh, shit! Are you Lili?
The red-haired beauty stared seriously at the appearance of a purple-eyed girl with arms around her, her eyes running blood and jumping.
Cheeks on soft skin with a strong hug.
"Or cute! Hey, hey, are you free after this? Why don't you and your sister go out for dinner?
"That's disgusting, though. Lolo!"
"Ooh, did you call?
Kikirilli, waving Ninessa's arm off, jumps on Rolloff, who has rushed over with Docadoca, quickly spanning its shoulders.
Ninilas continued with his sister Nemi on her shoulder behind the two running away with the shoulder car.
A little bearded flame speaks to Ninessa, who will unfortunately drop her off, breathing on her shoulders.
"Ha-ha-ha. That's a little bit of a hiatus, Prince. It's a long way to go, so if you fly too far from the start and even if you can fall, it involves our morale. Please be a little more self-loving. Huh, ha."
"Don't say it, Baluconia. Behind this chest, there's smoking shame in the fire. I can't stop myself now. I won't let you stop me."
"Mmm, how about a tail in the country? Lord Ninessa."
"A protected hydrolodi (oasis) is about the number of fingers in one hand. And any of that..."
"He said the exit route was no longer viable. Because you can't overlook the impotence. As long as our hungry sandy people survive, Zuma will never perish. Let's not forget that."
"Coming! Prince."
Russell's warning with a long sword echoes as he breaks the conversation.
Ahead of the swordsman's gaze, rivers flow red and cloudy as they cross the plains where the sun rose.
From the river one after the other came up to the shore were the oxen, who had grown their pointy backs and stripped out their vicious fangs.
It is the four legs that protrude from the abdomen that support the giant that drips red Shizukuishi as much as blood.
The four-legged Lu Xuans move at a rate that betrays their expectations as they rock the earth.
And that's not all.
On the back of the oxen were monsters that resembled the shapes of men.
However, the face is a clump with tentacles, and the head is attached to the tip of the protruding arms.
Two faces grown at the tip of their hands are lifted and their mouths are strangely distorted.
One of the shields went around screaming.
The man who turned his body against the shrimp breathes lightly as he exhales blood reflexes.
Not just one.
As the tentacle heads offered both arms one after the other, the adventurers standing on the front scratched their heads and screamed.
And he drips blood from his nose, eyes, and ears and rolls it to the ground.
"Careful, it's a dark move!
Along with the ringing, the men with their shields release their fighting spirit.
-.
Dark moves to sharpen hearts do not work on shields who have turned their bodies into iron as well as their spirits.
Flames and arrows are released and several tentacle faces roll down to the ground.
But the progression of the pigeons will not stop.
In the imminent mass of monsters, the men who turned iron lined up their shields.
The avant-gardes hide behind it, lurk their breath and wait for the moment of collision.
Each face could still be seen full of strong fighting spirit.
But the creepy tentacle-faced four-legged tweezers still had more to go on.
The backs and tails of Lu Xiao, which successively emerged from the river, were oddly wrapped with thick chains.
Whenever a flock of land cumbers make strides, red droplets splash along with the murmuring sound of a deafening chain.
And the water accidentally cracked wide.
At first it seemed like a floating island or something, partly because the protrusions were lined up.
But the waiting adventurers gradually lose their voice to its size, which shakes the river surface in an extended and unbroken manner.
If there was no distance due to its too extradigitally large size, you wouldn't have been able to tell what it was.
The ones that were pulled by the oxen and emerged from the bottom of the water.
It was a giant turtle.
The lateral width of the methyl is close to one border street, even if it is lightly estimated.
There are countless more thorns growing on the surface, and their length alone is superior to a person's back length.
Proud of its mountainous beauty, the Great Turtle slowly lowered its front leg to the ground, dragged by chains tied to each and every thorn.
There should still be quite a distance, but a strong tremor is transmitted on the ground at your feet.
Surprised, eye-opening and solid-spitting adventurers to the fullest, but no one turns their back.
To that appearance, Mugargo, who bound the shield, nodded contentedly.
Adventurers with high individual abilities and skill in working with others, but it is not that commanders' orders are absolute, as is the case with the military, because the intrusion is nothing more than a gathering party.
Therefore, it was expected that it would be easy to escape, if not easier, from the way in which the fight had prioritized survival above all.
But the adventurers don't move.
He just stares at the monsters who cover his eyes with a shivering eye.
"You guys are in a good mood. All right, I'm young there."
Mugargo with his own less than thirties appearance, but nominates Straccia without a wind that cares.
"Call me, shield of immobility"
"That big thing, it's definitely coming out of a thorn. I'll crush it before you come by. Can you do that?"
"In the flames of my magic, there shall be no creation."
"I don't know, I'll take care of it. Hey, just follow the guy who wants to die."
"Then I will pave the way. Fire Tree Leaves, scatter and confuse -!"
Ninessa softens her magic as she chants her prayers in high spirits.
As the Tea Horn giant ran out, his appearance gave rise to countless illusions.
The Special Attack applicants rush through the center at once in a gap where the movements of the scythes have been disrupted in an attempt to bite into the illusion.
It just didn't seem to work for the Demons I was riding because I didn't have eyeballs.
One creepy arm after another is directed at Ninessa, who unleashes a great deal of magic, whose beautiful face is greatly distorted.
The red-haired flaming user stops at such a tremendous pain that his head is chopped up, lifting both ends of his lips wide.
When the city of birth was attacked by a herd of corpse-eating ghosts (ghouls), the young Ninessa turned her surroundings into a sea of fire without being able to see herself.
As a result, he was helped, but his flesh parents and sisters became ashes.
Ninessa from then on dared to move on and accept the pain.
He said the pain of tearing himself apart was forgiveness, and turning it into anger and destroying the monsters was the way of life he was left with.
from.
Ninessa let go of her screams as she drowned blood from her eyes and nose.
"Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn everything! -!!!"
Crimson petals blossom wide in the middle of the battlefield.
Burning petals danced high in the sky as they scattered the firepowder.
The downpouring flame mass encloses the epidermis of the tungsten, turning it into black charcoal in an instant.
Radially splashed, the burning huats spray up one chain after another a flame rushing through heaven.
Mugargo and the others rushed through the middle of a group of bamboo smoke that could burst into the ground without looking back.
The ground sways over and over again, and the great turtle like a mountain approaches one by one.
The SWAT team, slashing and tearing apart the blocking monsters, finally breaks through the last enclosure.
And when the rising armor was nigh, the sun was abruptly blocked, and a shadow fell at his feet.
Unexpectedly, the adventurers look up and lose their voices, smearing everything in their sight black.
It was now exactly behind the feet of the great tortoise falling as the hammer.
Mugargo roared at the impending tremendous mass.
"Let me. Ahhhhhhhhh!!
< Kanro-keng >.
This move, an upper-branch martial arts that integrates with the earth, can gather the surrounding soil and cover the body like armor.
And when it comes to the fight of former Yingjie, who grew branches to the fullest...
A mass of soil more than ten steps in diameter suddenly rose vertically from the foot of Mugargo.
It increases in height and becomes a giant cabinet.
The giant man, pushed up to the earth, collided head-on with the foot of the great tortoise that was about to crush him.
The ground and air tremble and the heavy noise sticks to the bottom of the ear.
It weighs hundreds of times as much as it does.
But the giant man, with a rhombus shield larger than his height, was beautifully subjected to its weight through the muscles of his whole body.
No, it doesn't stop there.
After a slight silence, the shield lifts up slightly to resist the overhead weight.
At the same time, the soil cabinet stretches further toward heaven.
As everyone stared silently, the Great Turtle finally succumbed.
A giant lifted high above his front leg falls sideways, losing equilibrium.
The adventurers, who were killing their breath, shouted unbeatably at a human victory that was supposed to be tiny.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
"Exactly immovable!!
"Damn it!
Straccia and the others stuffed the head of the tortoise, which came down on the ground.
"I'm coming, Lili!
"Burning fire in perpetuity, scorch everything in front of you -!"
"Huhu, heaven... of scorching brilliance... tree. Ha ha, now is the time to bloom... to your heart's content."
There is so much polar flame that it distorts the atmosphere that purple flashes run endlessly.
Cracked in the forehead by countless beatings of axes and melted defenseless eyeballs with a burning sword, the Great Turtle opened his jaw with too much desperation of pain.
There relentlessly nearly a hundred flaming petals are slammed in.
The monster tries to escape into the only sturdy armor that protects itself, spitting scorching black smoke in abundance.
but the swordsman waiting for him preceded the move.
"My inner flame, taste it -!"
Russell's sword had already been turned into a white flame column that would wash through heaven.
Along with a powerful step, the Great Sword is protruded into the neck root of the Great Turtle.
Deep pierced through the meat, the turtle's neck stopped moving there.
And the head of the monster, who lost his escape, lightly reached its limit.
Lose strength and fall into the earth, surrounded by gushing blood, flames and smoke.
But the great tortoise that survived the eternal time was also a monster.
Shortly before he could breathe, he tried to free the thorns of his armor.
Because it was overthrown, half of the spines shot out devour to the ground.
but still hundreds of thorns jumped high into the air.
Moreover, the thorns still remained chained together.
Naturally, the pulled four-legged bamboo also rises to the sky.
Innumerable hibiscus, hibiscus, thorns, hibiscus, thorns, thorns, hibiscus, thorns, and hibiscus flying across the universe.
That goes without saying, a storm of thorns and twigs.
If you drop everything, you will not be spared total annihilation.
"It's superior that you've reduced it by half, Mugargo"
Before the unusual sight of thorns and pigeons swimming in the air, it was the Cuiyu women who were watching the change in the rear who murmured so much.
The wind that quickly raised the wand decorated with storm crystal stone unleashed its overflowing magic.
"Wind, gather. -"
At that moment, the atmosphere sounded.
Countless sudden gusts of wind rush through the sky with terrible momentum.
Storm for storm.
A storm pounding backwards slammed a falling thorn and a violin.
An awesome tornado, which took place in the hollow as it was, involves everything.
The thorns rubbed by the raging strong wind are broken, and the bodies of the oxen fly in a thousand pieces.
And the storm, rising high in the sky, unleashed its power at once.
Thorns and twigs scattered all over the distance.
After that, only the clear sky widens as if nothing had happened.
The Expeditionary Army faces finished watching the events for seconds played out directly above with their mouths open.
Mugargo, painted with blood and breathing roughly over the dirt cabinet, shrugged with pleasure as he glanced around.
"Hmm, you haven't even blunted the sire storm. Oh, is the next one coming?"
It was then the depressed forests where the trees flourished that pushed them from across the river.