"Riccal, he's gone!
"Wow!
To Sisan's warning, the red-haired boy jumps up quickly.
The flying fireball splashed the firepowder flashly when it hit its foot.
Riccal rolls around to the ground and extinguishes the small fire on his armor.
The trouble is, if you leave it alone, it will continue to burn.
Just because the move was flashy, another three or so burning chunks fly in.
The boy, instantly up, dropped his hips and pulled out his double sword.
Let the first one lay down and do it, and let the latter two slash off vividly.
And to pay for the firepowder, and also rolled the ground in a gobble.
"Damn, you monkey jerk!
"Okay, that was a good one, Riccal."
That's what the laughing hink is dragging on while you say it is a snug, immobile adventurer.
Taking him out of the range of the fireball, Alessia rushed.
"Do you hear me? Any pain anywhere?
"... oh, yeah, my breath..."
"Okay. Now, I'll cure you, so take it easy. Ecklia, foot injury please"
"Yes!"
The red-tailed girl, called, immediately cuts open and takes off the fastening string of her blood-stained leather shoes with a knife and puts a blood suppressant restorative pill on a large, groping wound.
Looking sideways at it, Alessia offered a cane to say a prayer.
"O Lord of the Tree of Life. Give the bored and afflicted children a drop of Shizuku -"
The adventurer, whose lung function had been restored, which had been invaded by poison, exhaled with great relief with a magic technique that cleansed his body.
"Are you all right? Is there anything else that hurts or doesn't move?
"No, I'm fine. Well, thank you, young lady."
Running her eyes to the extent of the wound, Alessia quickly wraps a blue cloth around the two arms of the adventurer.
The poison that inhibits breathing has been eliminated, but the wound is marked by a sudden-field sneeze allowance only and a faint urgency.
"That's first aid, so get proper treatment back there. She will accompany you."
"Okay. Thanks."
The adventurer, who nodded and stood up, backed the front line as he dragged Ecklea with his shoulder.
A new wounded man arrives, protected by Sisan with a shield there.
The sweat-wiped Ethereal Scale girl did not have time to breathe and began to see the next patient.
Already the sun is about to plug into Jomtien.
The Expeditionary Army, which defeated a large group of Lu Xuan and the legendary Great Turtle, continued to fight with a herd of demon trees, the third wave.
A demon tree is a monster shaped just like a tree, as its name indicates.
Unlike normal trees, it is possible to move tentacled roots and walk around the ground freely.
It was also because of the fact that the forest seemed imminent from across the river.
The roots of this tentacle are cumbersome and pierce those who dive into the ground and approach them with sharp pointy tips.
Furthermore, in the middle of the trunk there is a face that mimics people, and it can also breathe poisonous breaths that cause abnormalities in the respiratory system.
In the meantime, a four-armed monkey lurks in the branches where the leaves thrive, besides throwing red, burning fruit.
The fireballs flying from earlier were the work of the grumpy monkeys.
This demon tree still seems to be a type of demon tribe, and because it is resistant to heat and combustion, the main flame-based demonic technique does not work.
Therefore, as things stand, there is only one way to stop them with effective ice magic tricks and cut them down one by one.
And to support this war of attrition, the Sisans worked diligently to rescue the wounded.
"So, which is it now? Hink."
"I don't know. But the numbers are getting a little low, aren't they?
"Like what? Look, we're not even moving on, are we? When did you make it to the big hole?"
As Riccal put it, half a day through the mountains of the Grounddragon.
The adventurers' expeditionary army had barely advanced from its foothills.
"It's like you're walking in the mud."
"Ugh. Doro's a Camben now!
Currently, the valley of evergreen darkness, the hunting ground of the young group that has become C-ranked, has to be canoeed through the wetlands behind the bloody lake.
It was also quite a difficulty, where mud would take away many times.
Most of the time, while complaining of stupidity, Riccal and Hink were taking the initiative and pushing me into the mud if the boat stopped.
The two of us are still having a mindless conversation, but that gaze is not even a moment away from the demon tree and the senior adventurer in battle.
He seems to be staring properly at the slightest bit of overlooking the movement.
Sisan also joins the conversation as she depicts the person behind her brain who brought that growth for the first time in a fellow that she never expected six months ago.
"But surely step by step, we're moving forward. Don't you?"
Sisan let me scratch under her chin that this was a Kaishin dialogue, but the reaction of the two trustees was also a betrayal of expectations.
The boys with a slight eye contact exhale deeply as if they were frightened.
The attitude was telling the fullest story of feelings like that again.
"You, Mr. Thor, would say something like this."
"Honestly, I'm a grandma maniac."
"Yeah, well, I'm not weighing enough words at all, so I'm saying it's a good fit."
"Wow, I like it. Mr. Thor's imitation of things. You look a lot alike."
Sisan was harshly spoken to by Alessia and the others, but there was no sign of her face.
Shieldmen are hard hit.
However, the war situation is not as bright as the words of the young men.
Nearly three hundred of the two thousand expeditionary troops have already left the front with exhausted force or were badly injured, and have been nursed in a camp that was rapidly built in the valley.
There were also more than fifty casualties of war.
The former Yingjie ranks are alive and well, but are now waiting in the rear to keep their power warm.
For this reason, the battle on the front line today was supported by fewer than five hundred people, mainly the ice men.
Moreover, the number is decreasing with diligence. It was exactly as if I was stepping on thin ice.
The two Grey-eared women were similarly guided through the war situation as they heard the voices of the positive Sisans on their backs.
"Sure, it's not as clear as it sounds. Cut -"
It is Meera Lilleira, the head of the temple of exploration in the border district of Dadan, who is sending cold air to the demon trees with his cane.
That age should be many times that of Sisan and the others, but it doesn't look much different.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure they're thinking the same thing over there."
Next door I answered is Orrindor, a pharmacist who runs a feather pencil in his notebook.
I can't exercise my magic moves, but this time I was accompanying him to keep a record.
Interestingly looking around, that tone plays somewhere unlike that of an inorganic boss.
"Do the Demons have the same thoughts as us... I have read your investigation report in detail. If you change your perception of the Demon Clan's intelligence, it seems that the Sage's Conference has decided."
"Yeah, yeah, if you observe it individually, you obviously have too much biological desire and it just seems like a failure. Even though I turned it upside down, I still can't insult God's creation."
"Seems like a different type of collective knowledge like ours."
"It's something different. It's the first time a protruding individual has emerged."
"So, how do you think they'd work in this phase?
"Um, if I were you, I'd make this tree look like an ambush. So I asked him not to be indispensable, but it never seems to come out."
The temple chief who put his gaze around Audrey's words, but the moment he casually turned his face up, his mouth only slightly stronger.
"That's not good. Run."
At the next moment, the heavily thrust Audrey flew lightly through the universe.
He rolls a few times after falling to the ground and finally stops all over the earth and dust.
"It's a little too stupid because of how poorly regulated your body is..."
Oodle with his face up, but he complains and closes his mouth.
The person who had been exchanging words until earlier on had his whole body covered in something mucus-shaped.
Its body, wrapped in translucent liquid, will melt clothes and meat and bones will peel out as soon as it is seen.
The jaw part of the dewy skull went up and down several times, but even that disappears without a few seconds.
Later, only the undisturbed puddle remained.
Oodle, watching the end of the Meera Lilly, turned his gaze everywhere in search of where the liquid came from.
And I look up at the last sky my friend looked at, and instantly realize who the stranger is.
Far above.
The refraction of the air, like that of the Yangtze flame, was at some point spread over an extraordinary breadth.
"That..., maybe slime. If so, is this body fluid containing digestive enzymes? I see, at that height, it's not even caught by the detective."
It is only curiosity that leaks early on in the arrow succession, but the feeling of mourning the death of a friend is not sharp either.
You realize that, Audrey stops and squeals for just a moment her hand that was moving a feather pencil.
"Oops, I forgot. I'll pray for you to be safely recovered by the golden tree. The guidance of the Ice God is with you. And this is getting a little worse."
The first blow of the slime from the sky was a complete surprise.
The protruding demon tree was also involved and melted away, but more than that, the damage to the allies is terrible, especially the Grey Ear compatriots, who were taking on the stoop, most of whom are not seen.
And what was visible in the sight of the pharmacist, who turned around with his white coat hanging, was the sight of a new shizuku of bodily fluids dripping from the slime above, now about to descend just above the head of the rear ally.
"O Lord of the Tree of Life. Protect -!"
At that time when I thought this was the end, the prayer echoes like a blast.
At the same time a huge semi-circular membrane spread instantly over the heads of the adventurers.
Body fluids dissolving all things hit hard membranes violently, but they flow off as they stick their surfaces.
The adventurers, protected by a circle lid (dome), which would be approximately hundreds of steps in diameter, looked from the inside with a distracted face.
"Oh, it's going to be like a whole village. That's not like the Archbishop."
"Praise me, there's nothing left."
It is the Archbishop of the Temple of Therapy, known as the Great Witch of the Water Crown, who releases unbelievable magic and lets even the lashes remain flat.
Beside it was accompanied by Dadan, with a large two-handed axe on his shoulder, as an escort.
"And if you stay like this, everything will be over in five minutes."
The defensive membrane created by the Great Witch's magic moves can completely block outside interference.
But on the contrary, there was a problem that I couldn't even get my hands on from the inside.
It is possible, of course, to break forcefully from the inside, but in that case there is no doubt that before the attack reaches the slime, various fluids will hit an avalanche and pour in.
And if only time goes by without hitting anything, then either way the membrane disappears.
Precisely in the absence of a later situation, Dadan had a luxurious laugh that suited him well for his rejuvenated look.
"Ha ha, don't worry, Archbishop. I've even put up with it for times like this. Let's do it, Uncle!
"Um, I've been waiting for you. Dadan!"
It was the young temple chief, dressed in golden armor, who advanced with arms.
They look just like my nephew and uncle, but when they line up, they create a brilliant sense of intimidation.
"Okay, here we go. I asked you, Coco!
Kokolala, his sister-in-law, nodded quietly at Zazam's powerful cry.
Behind the young woman whose purple eyes shine, a selection of clerics excel in the protection of thunderous trees sloppily line up.
Its elaborate and extraordinary magic seems to be waiting for the time of liberation now or now.
"Then we too!
To Dadan's sharp call, the warriors surrounding him returned a wild roar.
The fighting spirit that was accumulating this one has already swelled, creating purple thunder in the weapon in your hand.
"I'll go. My heart for victory is now in one piece -"
At the same time as the Rin voice. Purple thorns stretch temporarily from the body of the cocola.
It sucks up magic and struggle, by the way, when it sticks to the bodies of the lightning men and warriors who were around it.
And Cocorara poured two great powers into her beloved brother-in-law and husband.
"Thunder God, now is the time to lower the hammer of judgment!
"To those who want to make mistakes, guide Heavenly Thunder correctly!
The atmosphere swung violently and was covered in black clouds where the skies, which had been clear until just before, had gathered together in a clear way.
A small thunder indicating a pioneer crawls around the bottom of the cloud like a blood vessel.
Increased to an unlikely level of magic and struggle of the Apostles of the Thunder God, nearly five hundred adventurers will remain silent and forget their indulgence.
And the moment a purple electric thunder ran out of the ground toward heaven, Zazam, who shook up his arm, let go of his anger.
As we breathed together, Dadan's whole body with both hands axed emits a blinding light.
"Get rid of everything!
"Take everything down!
The cobbler and axe swung down.
"-!!"
"-!!"
Countless lights danced one side of sight.
Thunder summoned by martial arts is divided into countless purple electricity by magic.
It became the wrath of a rough heaven, and it descended relentlessly upon the monsters that were directly beneath the black clouds.
More than tens of thousands of degrees of high heat evaporated all things, creating shock waves where the inflated air exceeded the sound speed.
Running over the ceiling and going wild, purple flashes, flashes, flashes.
Ringing overhead, loud honking ears.
Without a defensive membrane to shelter the enclosed, the eyes of the adventurers, who would have opened their mouths and looked up, would have burned and had a big hole in their tympanic membranes.
In the audience's sight, a giant slime burns out without a trace of white smoke.
No one speaks out.
I just look at the sight on the other side of the ceiling like I'm fascinated.
With a few seconds, the judgment came to an end abruptly.
Potatoes and droplets inadvertently bounce on the defensive membrane that restores silence.
If you keep falling, increase the number at once.
It looks like the dark clouds that called for it caused the snowfall.
Shizukuishi, who tap the lid delicately, wash away the remaining slime of mucus beautifully.
Overcoming the critical crisis, Ethereal Scale women who unified the Temple of Therapy exhaled deeply.
".................. Excellent job"
"Phew, I think I took off my predicament. And even so, it's still here."
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the cup of water will run out shortly, so mind you!
Waiting for the canopy to disappear was a herd of demon trees still alive for more than half of them.
Freed from the ice curse, the monsters mourn the tentacles of countless roots.
Besides, that wasn't all I was waiting for.
Above the herd of demon trees.
It was clear skulls that seemed twice the length of a person's back that floated there at some point.
There are bat-like wings growing from the crystal clear side skull, flying through the universe with their wings flapping.
The giant skull, rattled with bees and teeth, descended all at once in the wake of a young group that had become at the forefront.
"Back off!"
Sisan comes forward with a circular shield.
But the difference in mass is overwhelming.
Still, the boy doesn't leave. Because I have decided to protect it.
And it's not reckless. If a similar troll is struck down, I've been judged dozens of times already.
An awesome shock rocks the shield.
but just before he bumped into him, Cisan was shielding up at the same time as he stepped in.
The boy's body is flown backwards in recoil, but the force of the resulting collision is skilfully diverted to the sky.
And the giant bone, which was hit hard in the jaw, leaned back unnecessarily.
A single glimmer of brilliance walks through the universe without a moment's notice, pushing the monster's body through.
A giant skull pierced by a conical spear fell to the ground spraying black smoke as it crawled through its purple currents all over its body.
Shortly after exhaling in a ho, this time Riccal screams.
"Yabeye, we're coming!
I just finished the whole crystal skeleton monster, and there's no way my attacking hand could rest.
Then came the fruits of the burning demon trees cast by the four hands of the great monkeys.
Before a fireball that falls massively while drawing a parabola, Hink jumps to Sisan, who was out of shape, and Rickal, who pulls out his double sword, leaves in front of the two of them.
Alessia raised her cane and gathered her magic, and Ecklia reached for the burn recovery pills on her hip pouch.
But there were shadows that were moving even faster than boys and girls.
The person who stood up to cover Sisan and the others, unable to move, lifted his long shield and emitted a tearing mood.
"Hey!
- < Rock Pile Formation >!
At the next moment, the ground in front of him thrived greatly, overtaking people's backs all at once.
The rushing fence holds back all the way to the falling fireballs.
As the firepowder and dust rose flashly, the boys looked at each other unexpectedly at the standing of a shield who looked familiar somewhere.
There. Now a familiar voice sounds.
"Hey, you guys, it's been a while. How you doin '?
It was the long-haired purple-eyed youth who had talked to me intimately as I came closer.
Looks like this man just finished his flying skull off a spear for throwing in his hands.
Riccal, who remembered the person's nostalgic grin, shouts out loud at his thoughts.
"Ah, gatekeeper old man!?
"Hey, who's the old man? You're my brother. I'm still young."
It was once a person who exchanged greetings many times at the outer gates of Dadan's Boundary Street that made me answer the fun.
While surprised by the unexpected encounter, Sisan hurries to express her gratitude.
"Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Carlus."
"I owe Thor's old man. If you ask me to protect you, I can't turn you down. If you want to thank me again, I'll ask the old man who found you guys. Nice to see you, Lycan."
"Yes! Thank you, Rican... Huh?
"Rican, was he that gatekeeper? Seriously!?"
"Yeah, you're lying! That old man..."
Only a few faces remain on the shield's face, whether it is illuminated or sideways, when he was a gatekeeper.
Its face and body, however, were surprisingly tight, and its armor and shields were covered in countless wounds as if it had been a battlefield.
A standing reminiscent of the ancient strong is no longer an exaggeration to say otherwise.
It can also be said that in the midst of this turmoil, I tried to find a place for the sisans I was looking for because I had a habit of remembering the characteristics of people because I worked as a gatekeeper for a long time.
"Yes, what the hell happened, old man!
"There was a lot going on, a lot of things..."
The shield, who nodded silently at the words of his far-eyed partner, set up a long shield as he turned forward and dropped his hips.
And now let's take the demon tree progression in a luxurious manner, directly in front of it.
Both arms of Carlus quickly became, and the two spears that flew in pierced the face floating in its trunk.
Sisan and the others finally recall that the battle was ongoing.
I look around in a hurry, but the war was changing while we were in a long conversation.
Many adventurers, unfamiliar to notice, stood up to the monsters.
"Whoa, whoa!
"Excuse me before"
Along with a polite and luxurious hanging, two large men with shields advance with the wind cut at the corner of their foreheads.
The bodies of the demon trees that had attacked him leaned heavily against the giant body.
"To Mr. Garud, Mr. Godan!
To Sisan's call, the two friendly lined shields smile invincibly as they turn around.
"Well, did you manage to make it to the show?"
"Late, I rushed. You're all the same, and you seem to be safe."
"... two on the right branch. And one behind the trunk."
"... so you're going to hide. Shallow."
"Wow, Tapa and Tari's old man, how long have you been a pain in the ass!
Riccal raises his panicked voice to the grunts of the men who look just like him standing behind them without knowing.
Without even showing a bare gesture of concern around him, the twin brother gently pulled the bowstring.
The sound of shaking the air continues to sound and the curved arrows disappear between the branches of the demon tree.
Set aside for a moment, the monkeys who were shot through the steeple fell to the ground with a bump.
"Hmm, you've changed a lot in the back of the land."
"Mr. Bettina!
Alessia raised her voice happily to the red-haired maiden in leather armor who appeared at the end.
"Hehe, long time no see. More than our own pine lights, it's a freed fire powder. Drop by and put on the borderless darkness -!"
From the tip of the fine sword lifted by Bettina, a vortex of red flames erupts straight.
It pierces one wing of a rapidly descending crystal skeleton and burns it out in an instant.
The unbalanced monster burst into the ground like no other.
Hink leaks his voice as bewildered by the way he made the monsters retreat vividly.
"Until Bettina...... He was attacking Mountain Fire."
"You've done it right. Because of this, I've qualified Yingjie, and Master Tor... if I wanted to reveal it to Tor, I wouldn't be here. I'm disappointed."
The active Vajra class, which dominates each Boundary Street, is hardly a part of this Expeditionary Force.
Because the Demons considered the possibility of some sort of counterattack.
But only the Border District of Bossaria seems to have forced the conditions to change.
"It was really hard for the two shields to tailor the Flaming Dragon. This stupidity, I would have loved for Sola to hear it!
"Come on, don't treat me like I'm in your way."
"You are most welcome because I have made it easier, Master Garud."
So you noticed the discomfort, Ecklia hanging her neck.
"Oh, you don't have that Sarah Lisa."
"That kid's got a big stomach. And he's taking responsibility for it."
"Oh really?!
"Congratulations, Sarah!?
It seemed quite an interesting topic for the young girls.
Garudo proudly breasts to the two of us who sparkle with surprise.
"I've decided I'll never fall until I see my second daughter's face.... Why are you leaving, you guys"
"... in our country, it is said to call the wind to the funeral flag"
"... very ominous. We just have to keep our distance."
To my paced usual interactions, Cisan loosens her cheeks a little out of her shoulder strength.
Then I went back to my serious face and uttered a word of advice.
"The seniors are really reliable to come. But if you're too cautious..."
"It's okay. Your fathers came forward, so now you don't have to be so careful. You've been stuffing hard. Get some rest."
With that said, Bettina deliberately shrugs her shoulders and points to a point on the battlefield.
The five young men who shifted their gaze to the indicated person really lost their words this time.
Red whirlwind.
That's exactly what I had to call it.
Not so big. The body manipulates is a sword that draws two beautiful curves.
The burning blade creates the remnants of red.
The bodies of the surrounding monsters were trumpeted and frightening fragments scattered throughout the air.
That's a sight too suspicious for your eyes, given your physique differences.
The feminine shadow thrusts through the herd of monsters as if they were dancing in circles.
And everything that's in the way of going, it's all torn to pieces and falling to the ground.
-.
As if there was no one beside him, a sword dancing freely.
Whenever a dancer advances on his steps, a bloody path is paved in front of him.
That out-of-common appearance was all I could say was that the petitioner of the Flaming God had descended, who preferred strife.
And yet another.
There was a swordsman who showed no less activity than a red whirlwind.
Is this a whispering black storm?
Black sashimi machete likely to reach from ankle to chest.
The man waves at it all the time.
The halves of the demon trees that were once turned down float in the universe.
A combination of incredible power and incredible cleavage.
And at first glance, it seemed like an unwrought sword judgment, but its footing, weight movement, sighting, it was also the movement that made all the best and fastest sense.
Aniella, who goes forward, talks flat with no sign of shortness of breath.
"You don't seem to have dropped your arm. I'm impressed, Sackow."
"Not enough to compliment you."
"Hehe, you're stuck because you're in front of my daughter"
"Sometimes I have to show you a good place. Dear Aniella, be careful not to be so impotent."
Sakkow was also well aware that it was an extra piece of advice.
The root characteristic of Aniella, called Shura the Blood Blade, is increased by causing the subject to bleed or herself to bleed.
And the advanced martial arts of the two swords unleashed by the sword princess do not recoil because they are already fully branched.
It is a mechanism that can be rolled out of the edge of the struggle, thereby building up the struggle again.
It happened to be a princess slaughtering the demon trees, but her eyes unwittingly subsided.
A sharp gaze that shoots through can be set in a big black hole far away.
"You finally pulled it out"
"Yeah, it's the real deal from here."
Changes also come on the edge of the Great Hole as the two plainly continue their conversation.
The first one to show up was a black head.
Then the shoulder and two arms that extend from it. And torso and legs.
All of that has lost its color, and it seems as if only the shadows are moving.
in the shape of a person. It slowly put its feet down to the ground.
The tip of the longest hand was a tentacle that was multiple and branched.
The bottom half is covered in the shadow of the tentacles.
The monster, crawling out of the abyss of the Great Hole, progresses on his steps as he rocks the earth.
Behind it, a new unity emerges. Then what the hell.
And the sight of the two, no breath killing adventurers, was filled with black shadow giants dyeing the horizon black.
A few minutes later.
"Damn, you still don't fall!
The Cuiyu man let out his anger into the sky.
What lies ahead of that vision is a mass of darkness in the shape of a giant man.
Most of all, a large hole was worn in his abdomen, and his right arm was about to fall to the ground after a large tear from his shoulder.
Still, the giant lifted his other arm flat and slammed him into the earth.
The shield protrudes the ground, but the rocky mountains disappear at the same time as they are engulfed in darkness.
"Back off!"
The man with the shield screamed sharply as he confronted the overflowing tentacles.
but at the next moment, its appearance is also swallowed and scratched away by shadows.
"Look, he's eating his people!
As he retreated backwards, one of the swordsmen pointed out loudly.
What I saw there was a monster crouching on the carcass of a fellow giant rolling on the ground and mourning the tentacles growing in his mouth.
A hunk of shadow that loses its prototype and stays motionless passes on countless tentacles and just disappears in time.
At the same time, the belly and shoulder wounds of the giant in front of him are immediately blocked.
The giant raised his face as he crawled on all fours, bringing his head creepy.
Tentacles in the mouth lift, revealing a black cavity hidden behind it.
A giant jumped on a new carcass, sticking his face in and greedy out.
Around, round again, the giant eating darkness and swelling up.
I accidentally broke through the giant's back, and a few things popped up.
"... what the hell, dude"
It was eight wings.
Then I instantly stopped by and wondered if I had twisted it, and turned to a flower with eight petals.
A black flower blooming on the back of a giant.
Adventurers who even lose their words to unusual views, but notice further anomalies.
Right on the flower.
There a black mass of darkness swells up as it sways and burns like a flame.
"Oh no! Can anyone go?
"Oh!"
"Not yet, we can do it!
In a few replies, the Cuiyu men set their bows high.
He yelled as he could hear his surroundings as he connected the thick, long, vermilion arrows.
"Let go!"
At the same time as the signal, a bow string is played and a large number of arrows dance to the universe.
Though numbered, however, it was too uncomfortable a counterattack against a huge mass of darkness.
The man, breathing heavily, squeezes his thick right arm with full force.
And to the monsters who had scattered their companions, they unleashed an angry struggle.
-!
With the wind winding backwards, a man's arrow goes for the top of the sky.
Occasionally, the other arrows turn their tracks and gather in the man's arrows so that they can be sucked in.
Countless arrows to gather.
They went up as if they were going to break through the sky, turning direction far enough off the ground.
As if it were a single shot, the arrows gathered together aim for a single point.
A frightening arrow cut the wind and poured down onto the back of the giant.
Before the overwhelming force that pierces a point, the darkness flowers are crushed and splashed.
The giant, dressed in a big hole in his chest as it was, fell unnecessarily to the ground.
Men who raise their drinks.
but at the next moment, I could play wondering if the black shadow giant's body suddenly swelled up.
Black darkness overflowing from the inside.
In that wave that pushed like mud, the crowd of men swallowed without the art of exchange.
The Cui Yu man, lying powerless in the Black Sea, was looking up at the sky when he noticed.
The bragging right arm is buried in the mud and the feel is not conveyed at all.
My favorite bow, which my left hand grips, is also broken in the middle and my strings have been cut a thousand times.
The anger and screaming were still going on.
A tickle and a dazzling glow appear on the retina of one of the men's remaining.
Looks like someone gambled death or unleashed a magic trick.
The green feather on its head, immobilized, suddenly sensed something and swayed.
At the same time, the edges of a man's lips distort only slightly.
That was the vibration I had received with my feathers over and over again.
The wind-cut tone emitted by my sister's riding flying dragon wings.
He seems perfectly hidden, but he never misses hearing only this pleasant sound.
The man who lost his name at birth muttered his words at the end of his unconsciousness as he looked up at the sky with nothing.
"... Chita's words were still wrong... you weren't there. I asked you..., mud breaking hero... my lord..."