I thought I did it, and the swinging sensation of my brain hit me.
I gained resistance, which means that if I returned the back, I got a state abnormality. The effect of that sword?
The [rolling] track shifts and stops crashing against the wall. The rubble fell on me.
I crawl out of a pile of rubble, shake my head and pay off the sand on my head.
… what I got was poison and confusion… some paralysis.
However, none of them are that strong. Confusion, too, must have slipped out in the current shock.
So much so that paralysis can’t even move. Bye.
The brave man depended on the walls of the building.
No, there’s a bucket in the back building. Am I correct in saying that I just got hit on the side with my [rolling]?
He is bleeding sloppily from his head and hips.
One eye seemed to be blocked because of the bloodshed.
While breathing on his shoulders, he was holding the sword with disappointment in his left hand.
I could clearly tell from a distance that I was putting my strength into squeezing hands.
Seems to have come pretty far to the residential area.
I saw people fleeing the execution yard and the knights guiding it right around the corner.
The brave man tried to get up… and immediately fell on the spot.
In that case, he may even be stuck in his hip bone.
Even if you recovered from [Highrest], you can’t even run for real.
“Heh, heh, heh… you really pissed me off. Enough. Every country, I’ll curse you to death. Nobody can help but me with Holly. You, Adov, the stupid priest, that beast man, all suffer and die! You shouldn’t have stuck around chasing me. You just have to regret it in hell.”
The brave man turns to me as he speaks disturbing things.
I fired two shots of [sickle] in the face.
“[Samon]!”
Between me and the brave, the purple light rose.
The light was compressed as soon as it swelled up, becoming the shape of a person and losing its brilliance.
Hey, what’s up, alle?
A [sickle] bursts into a purple mass.
A chunk of purple scatters green fluid. But I won’t even look back.
Is that really a creature?
[Experience could not be gained because the rank difference is too open.
The message of the voice of God echoes on my head.
Yes, now he’s dead?
No, that’s not true. Even now, the arm-like area moves slowly.
An eye-catching blur looked at me.
I felt bloody. Disgust is stirred.
Easy, me.
If that’s a monster, we should be able to find out more in God’s voice.
[Muscus Demilich]: F-Rank Monster]
[The spell has earned a mighty magic fly. The hell is a chunk of curse.
[A mage who once tried to gain eternal life sought to preserve his soul by allowing his own flesh to form in a flock of flies. The end of it.]
[Little remains of the sorcerer’s self now, just a collection of flies that curse people.
[When the number decreases, the fly splashes and gives birth to a child, making up for the missing number, and then returning to the human form.
… Is that a fly chunk?
Wow, that’s disgusting.
No, not if you’re saying so. If I get splashed on that one, it’s over.
I need to figure out a way to get that thing out of the way.
At the end of the day, I brought a hell of a bomb.
I stop moving and stare at a collection of flies (Muscus demirici).
You figured out what would inspire that one.
Burn your weaknesses and weaknesses… with a burning breath?
No, if that brave guy comes jamming us, we can’t let him get away with some.
A brave man stands up with his sword instead of his cane and walks to Muscus Demilich.
“Heh, heh, heh…”
Shit, I’m gonna slash the arrow with my own sword.
I hadn’t thought about it yet, but anyway, I jumped into Muscus Demilich.
What the hell is an F-rank monster?
Something must have a hand.
Oh, yeah!
“Gwow!”
I bark at each other.
“G., gua?
They look at me uneasy.
“Gwow!”
Death! Death!
Use [Death] on that one!
If you’re a demon, you can hunt for sure with that one!
You’re gonna spit out all the rest of the MP. Hit that one!
If we don’t get through with this, we’re out of time and it’s all over.
Please, the other side.
Think of it, there are surprisingly many occasions when the other side has drawn my intentions.
Tamaki also had an unusually good guess, and eventually he remembered [his thoughts].
Maybe there’s something on the other side that’s becoming a skill.
When they evolved, they were rambling when they first met, but maybe that was because they felt my anxiety about the double head.
In fact, I stopped suddenly rumbling when I thought that I was part of this guy too.
If you can read my thoughts at all, it’s still possible.