Genocide Reality

The mustard dragons jumped out of the poisonous corridor all at once and into the boss's room.

Scarlet flame halls are high when the ceiling does. Would it be nearly ten meters, just about the same height as the city ceiling?

Structurally, the upper hierarchy is probably also a giant hall with about a bunk of stairs.

That's all a huge circular space, but did the walls continue to be burned on top of each other by a brace of dragons to melt, like a natural cave?

In a way, it seems more like a dungeon than a demographically created dungeon.

"Something like a dragon cave? But you don't have a key boss..."

Looking back, the boss's room is overflowing with mustard dragons gushing from the monster house.

There shouldn't be a rule that you shouldn't go into the boss's room, but basically, monsters don't come into the boss's room. It's unusual for another monster to leak into the boss's room.

With that being said, I've never done an imitation of forcibly breaking through a 'hedgehog path' before.

I often set up time attacking when I play Genoria, so I go the "easy road" that I dare to go faster. If you go through the 'hedgy road' where powerful protective equipment is available, you won't go through it because the later is easier and more boring.

I see, if you force yourself to break through without wiping out the monster house, a bunch of mustard dragons will snowfall into the boss's room?

I didn't realize this was going to be funny.

As the mustard dragon gushes out, the moment I sneer that I'm happy to play boss.

Huge feet with large red scales pour down from heaven. Stomped a bunch of mustard dragons at once.

Gushly, he stomped his homogeneous poisonous dragon into one thought with his foot. That supermassive dragon was over my head.

It was a mistake to think there was no boss.

He was right in front of me, but he was too giant to be in sight.

"... deceitful"

Look up, giant dragon. All I can see in that beauty is a sigh anymore.

Even for an adventurer's trial, it would be a little too much. Too big for me to figure out how to knock him out.

This is the Ancient Dragon Red Dragon, the greatest enemy of Genocide Reality.

The game is such a big monster that it can't fit in one screen.

What makes it so powerful when it becomes real? Exactly what it looks like is a carnivorous dinosaur itself.

"Geo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"

Sounds and growls enough to rock your feet, and you have a tingling tinnitus.

The Red Dragon, growling at me, just shook off with a big tail, "That's enough garbage," he said.

Huge tails with hard lizards do a lot of damage just eating them.

Ha, suddenly pointing an ass at a customer is a disobedient one.

If you jump back and avoid it, the scarlet eyes that are as good as my head stare at me.

I can't seem to speak, but I have intelligence. "Avoid it, you disturbing piece of garbage," but it's a hateful side.

You understood it to be an enemy that couldn't be defeated lightly, and the Red Dragon sprayed a broad brace of flames over this way.

It's not something you can avoid everywhere you run away from, so cover your body with the 'Diminish Cloak' to prevent a blast, but the heat and pain of the blast makes your eyes seem dazzling.

This power and impact may be comparable to the finest (high-est) class flameballs (fireballs).

To the extent that you can't escape, it is also tight that the range of effects of the flame is wide, but even if it is prevented with a cape, it shreds the jitters and health.

Well, fine.

I have the finest (high est) health potion over here, so I just need to recover even if they cut my health.

While preventing with a cape, heal the damage with a potion to move on to the attack.

If you calm down, you're not that scared of enemies just because you're big.

I slaughtered the solitude by shaking it wide open.

I made a crackling metal noise and my attack was played.

"Isolated (Solitude) blades not tapped?

Strong enemies with hardness that does not work when slashed in isolation (solitude).

I think so...... I'm heartbeat.

My rank, a hard scale that doesn't slash and tear when attacked normally.

Not because it's the same scarlet, but it means it has no less armor than the Red Knight, Carmine Death Knight.

Then it's just right for the practitioner -

Because it's a giant scarlet dragon. What? Interpreted, dull enemies compared to the Red Knight, Carmine Death Knight.

I rarely hit that foot as I shrugged my giant foot trying to crush me. Keep slashing to hurt the scales with force.

I don't care if I slash this or this.

It only hurts lightly and the attack does not reach the meat under the scale at all.

"Ha, this is good"

I believe in the power of isolation.

The hardest meteorite blade in the world, unbearable for 200 million years of loneliness, never breaks or bends.

So the only reason I can't get that blade is because I'm not strong enough.

Well, then...

"I mean it's up to me!

Change hands, change objects, I wave the blade with all my strength.

With a wrist snap in his hand, a blow slashed with his arm plunged into his big leg like a pillar of a dragon.

A red dragon with the pain of being slaughtered threw up a flaming brace all over the doom.

In the scorching heat of even the walls of a dungeon made of hard rock, I continued to slash even more while healing my reduced health every now and again.

"Now what do you say, big fat ass!

Rotate your body wide and also use your full body spring to hit the giant dragon body with centrifugal force.

Slash the knife with your hips. Yeah, who would have told me that?

Or was it my own voice? Or - is there an isolation (solitude) whispering to me that grips me hard in the hand?

How long have I been assimilating myself to a sharp blade, waving isolation (solitude) heartlessly?

A glimmer of light through 200 million years of solitude.

Meteor sword.

After the lonely blade that doubles through the universe, I'm gone.

At the edge of the blade, I am.

Faster, sharper.

I don't need a life.

Faster than a knife arrives, I throw myself away with a giant enemy.

If you noticed, my sword was stretched long enough to slash and tear the scarlet torso of the Red Dragon wide open.

Red blood and meat splash on one side.

I am stained with the blood of myself and my enemies. It was raw and warm blood. My soul trembles at the reality of killing creatures.

The Red Dragon turns around in agony.

"Why to such a small enemy," said the Red Dragon with such a sad roar, waving his giant nails, slapping his tail.

I hit the blade even more heartlessly, avoiding all those attacks, or as I recirculated the isolation (solitude).

Everything didn't matter. Just wave the knife, cut off your life. The screaming of the red dragon, whose tympanic membrane was about to tear, eventually went far... gone.

Only my heartbeat and the beat of the Red Dragon sounds slow as Tokuntokun.

My isolation (solitude) can cut off Scarlet Dragon scales. I can penetrate that core of life.

"Swing it down!

Abandoned, heartless and waved down, the sword doubled the scales of the Scarlet Dragon harder than the super steel.

A leg as large as a pillar of the dragon broke vertically into a spa and its giant rolled to the ground with the doe.

Thank the Red Dragon.

Thanks to this guy, I feel like I've reached a new rank.

"I'll kill you with all due respect. Heat (Ra) Flame (Ia) Electric Light (Din)!

I was a demon warrior, and when I put a ton of mana through my legs and overloaded them, I jumped all the way up to the ceiling ten meters high.

Kick the ceiling, isolate (solitude) against the head of the overthrown dragon, become a glimmer of light and pierce it.

Try to hit your body and pierce the core of the Red Dragon's head in a straight line with a long blade of wild katana.

The moment I stabbed him deeply, a huge giant trembled, but I still didn't let go of my sword.

The big eyes of a dragon pierced through his head sink slowly and darkly.

With the slow speed that matched the giant, the Red Dragon's soul fell out and turned into an unspeakable giant piece of meat by my hand.

A treasure chest emerged as a sign of defeating the Red Dragon.

Done.

"Hmmm... I knew it was out"

When I opened the large chest, one large piece of armor was placed in the middle of a ton of gems.

Samurai only equipment, world-footed (Toruiguku). It is armor from the Warring States era.

Of course, it's not a real leg because it's about genocide reality. Probably just aptly applied the name.

The structure of the original samurai armor is close to the lamellar armor, in Western terms, but this is simply an intrigue called Western armor with an oriental design.

When it comes to Japanese real-life armor, should I say that it is roughly the shape of a Nanban foot?

When it is set, these worldly legs are made of "ancient (sometimes) jade steel" material. Lighter than "Armor of Mithrills" and harder than "Armor of Super Steel".

While it is a well-balanced armor of hardness and weight, it is resistant to direct attack with the magical effect of 'blade proof'.

On top of that, it even comes with an absorption (drain) -based attack or an extra reduction in dragon braces.

Except for the drawback of being dedicated to Samurai, it is comparable to the 'Armor of the Holy Knight', the strongest armor of Genocide Reality.

I've already thrown away such cheat protective equipment, the sweet idea that you won't have to use it to clear it.

Wear this. The Red Knight and Carmine Death Knight are finally mutually reinforcing.

That's all we got, so we're just one step away from the strongest.

"Well, I guess I'll get some meat too"

Red Dragon meat is considered the best ingredient in this dungeon.

I don't think the big lizard meat is delicious, but it's worth a try because even crocodile meat is delicious.

"Nice job, Death, sir."

Pink hair with big rabbit ears hanging, apron dress militant.

What the heck, Usher, you surprise me because you suddenly show up here like this.

"You, how did you get here?

"Earlier, I was watching, Death. It was almost over, but I didn't think it was necessary to join forces, so I shut up, Death."

Was I so obsessed with fighting that I didn't realize that Usher was watching?

But what he says is not a subtle answer to the question.

However, it should have been up to the tenth floor underground that Koitz did this.

It should take a long time to get down to the thirteenth basement.

You noticed with my surprised face, Woosser added:

"Kumiko dropped me off nearby, Death. I'm a little busy with everything, so I want to ask the eagle to watch my husband, and sometimes that lactating milk helps, Death."

"Well, Kumiko... you mean" Ariadne's Yarn "could have been used that way too"

If we can fly together in a group (party) where everyone has' Ariadne's Yarn ', I guess that means if one person knows where they are, they can all fly there.

I didn't know he was going to use it the way I didn't think he would.

After all, Kumiko was sneaking up on me to collect the items.

We ran out of time to take gold coins to the city and distribute dishes made by Japanese leaves to the fighting group (the party), so I sent Usher as an auxiliary when I was.

I bet Kumiko doesn't trust me after all.

She's an inedible woman, but I must admit that's where he can best be, and there are things he can do to help.

"Maybe, was I interrupting?

"I can't help what's come, I'll cut the meat right now, so help me have it too"

"Dragon meat is Death, the eagle's favorite"

"Well, that's what you said before..."

"I want you to remember as much as my wife likes, Death."

"Well, I'm sorry"

Only for a short time in the dungeon, but it must be that Usher is my wife.

That's why I'm here, so I'll let you take home plenty of your favorite dragon meat.

I'll use my strength to wield isolation.

Usser cheered as he cut apart the meat of the dragon, which was eight metres long.

"And brilliant, Death. The meat is slashed and torn larger than the length of the sword you have shaken...... this beautiful cross section is what is called a fracture knife Death"

"My solitude called it the Meteor Sword."

"Did you hear the sword? My husband has finally reached the realm of the eagle."

"I thought I could do quite a bit, but is this still Usher's realm"

It has nothing to do with the power or rank of the weapon, in terms of martial arts arms, maybe Usher is certainly more masterful than anyone else.

Usher can put my unspeakable sense of body into words, so I guess she's standing in the same position.

"The eagle has been working out since birth, Death. There's no standing by to be caught up so easily, but that's the eagle's husband, Death. I'm proud to be your wife."

"You didn't even praise me that way."

You can't beat that red knight Carmine Death Knight until you've just jumped over Usher's realm.

"No more haste or yi (haha), no more fists... in your husband's case, that the sword is Death, working with all his heart. Yes (i.e.), Shinwu Integrated Death"

"Well, I don't care about the growth of my mind or anything. If you can defeat the enemy, that's fine."

Usher told me, "That's like my husband's death, too," and I was laughed at.

I guess it's like me, I don't care.

"Look, time is finite. This is a good food resource. Pack the red dragon meat in an infinite storage rucksack as long as you can and take it home. Combine this with Japanese-leaf's cooking skills, and we'll no longer have trouble with food."

"Hydes!"

It was an unexpected appearance of Usher, but I can tell you that he came to the right place. I don't like cooking, but cutting meat apart is a pretty fun task.

Let Usher help, too, and we could secure a massive amount of dragon steak we couldn't eat.