It's all one flower.

The sound of the sword trident turns away.

Every time I lift my legs, every time I drop them down to the ground, severe chest pain strikes me and my thin breath stops.

Eat up your teeth, cough (here) and take another step. Step out your sword to the scepter to the great tree where the silver thread is tied. The sweat conveying my forehead went into my left eye, but I couldn't afford to wipe (plush) it, only putting my legs forward.

The [Spear of Light], which compresses and releases magic, buries a magically defenseless Artel Army bomber in one blow. Rubel, the demon soldier, was shot in the back from close range, but was protected by [armor] and painstakingly took his life.

... I can't cast a spell, I can't even fight with a sword. But enough to cut the thread of [Meteor Formation]......!

It's a crawling walk, close to the edge of a junction where nothing goes through.

I screamed behind my back, but without turning around, I went forward.

I stop when I hit a wall where I can't see my body about to fall. Enemy - Possibly depositing himself in a [barrier (even) wall] built by Nemus Liberation Army soldiers, coughing hard with his back round. A fine blood splash lingers in the universe and teaches the range of invisible walls.

Although heavily ventilated by cough recoil, his lungs, which appear to have been stabbed in the ribs, further greeted the air as it slipped out on its own.

Exhale rough, hold for a moment and force your feet. I woke up my torso and proceeded to walk with my hands on the invisible wall. Dragged blood leaves red marks on the universe as brushed with bristles.

I accidentally lost my support a few steps further and hit my strong (done) or right shoulder with the roots of a tree. Cough up your body round. A sticky blood in the back of his throat mixes murmurs in his breath.

He reached out his left hand and picked up the sword, dragging up his heavy body along the roots.

Sit down against the trunk, exhale thinly and fix.

I saw a silver thread stretching [meteor formation] next to my face.

Let the sword deliver magic, hold your breath and swing through. The wind came through at the same time as a definite response, and the trees squealed.

"Beyond Peng Cheng, from here to there..."

An unknown voice casts a spell. The demon soldier Rubel circled his neck.

The health guard Secarch holds his belly and squatts (groans), and a little further away, Senior Aschug is falling. One of the people of the lake touches the seniors and [leaps], the other crosses the sword with Captain Sikurus.

"... where (there) is this person!

The procedure was completed and the two appearances scratched off. The people of the lake left behind kick Captain Sikurus to power and run away by sewing between the trees.

The captain did not follow him, but ran to the laboratory gate.

The returned captain had Secarch's luggage in his hands.

"Which one?

Punch the contents of the bag, drain the water from the shrub with [manicured water] while letting Secarch choose the magic medicine, and wash his wounds. While the health guards healed themselves, Captain Sikurus recovered the bodies of the four people of the lake into [endless bags].

... confirming his identity and how he found out here, no, he came after me like this...

Not to politely mourn the enemy soldiers.

One thing never gets into the hands of the survivors, and they become "missing”.

Senior Aschug will also be treated in the same way. Realizing something serious before mourning his senior, Rubel felt darkened in front of him.

... Control code for the demon asthma cannon.

If the Nemus Liberation Army takes control of the capital's courts and receives the [* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Well done. I almost wiped it out."

Captain Sikurus gently touches Rubel's shoulder, who can't even raise his face.

"It is only with life that we can put in place good deeds."

Whispered in his ear, as Rubel shook his head spitefully vertically, the captain and the health guard Secarch chanted [leap] at the same time.

Rubel, a demon-mounted soldier, and Secarch, a health soldier, were placed at the base by military doctors and were immediately called in between secret discussions. In severe air, report.

Rubel lay low to think he was a hunter of ordinary people and tried to miss it, just couldn't complete the missed end and assignment, and apologized for the ugliness of his escape.

General Al Jadi sighs (sighs) and lowers his brow.

"Don't let that get you down. If [Hidden] was used, it is also invisible to [the enemy]"

"Some of the material was taken, but the most important part could be recovered"

The Admiral will labor the two of them.

There was no sign of Army Admiral Sikurus. I'm guessing they're checking the bodies of the people of the lake at the [* * *] candlestick.

Not a word was touched about being deprived of the body of singer Asheug, who knew the control code for the demon asthma cannon. Captain Sikuls is right. Now we have to spare some time to blame the faults and figure out what to do.

Rubel went back to his dorm room and fell into bed and stroked his chest plate.

The tired body is completely healed of wounds and painless as forest events lie. I closed my eyes but couldn't sleep because I was feeling high.

Why didn't you let me know sooner then? If we had jammed it shortly after discovery, [Meteor Formation] would not have been completed, and all were safely [jumped] and fled.

Had I not hesitated to slay the people of the lake, I would not have bothered Captain Sikurus' hand. Senior Aschug did not die and the materials had not to be taken away.

I mourn the sweetness of judgment, but there were no tears.

A swamp of self-loathing opens its mouth to the shallowness of not telling the truth and trying to preserve itself.

I was afraid of Captain Sikuls and Senior Aschug's unmistakable fat muscles.

... I can't point a blade at the people.

If you let go of the demon asthma cannon, you can join hands with the Nemus Liberation Army to fight together to protect the people from the Artel Army. Now, why not if the Nemoralists are bleeding with each other?

Even touching on many secrets, Rubel, a demonic soldier only a soldier, did not know what General Al Jadi thought or what the Nemoralis government thought.