Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Eating Dyson's fierce kick, I fell to the deck of the Black Cedar Army ship far below.

I get up immediately and stand with my sword in front of Dyson, who is standing flat even if he falls from this height.

Dyson relative to me, but I immediately felt strange.

The fist man emperor Dyson, who was only obsessed with that fist, said, 'Do you want to release a kick?'. If you look closely, what is the lack of power in the sloppy two arms, the eyes that were burning with the urge to slap and kill everything in the world were also vain.

In the first place, it's not like that for this guy, who's supposed to feel more fist pressure (pressure) if he's relative to a fistman like Dyson.

It's like someone else. Is this guy really that Dyson?

"Hey, what did you do, Levnant!

He came down after us that fell, the Great Fire Dragon (Hi Salamander).

Coming down from its back, Lebnand prides himself on winning with his magician robe in the sea breeze.

"It was a failure to give Dyson's body to us, Silesier brave man!

"No way, you forced Dyson's body to be necromanced"

The soul of Dyson, who lived in his fist and died in his fist, has no hope of dying and becoming undead.

I mean, this is just a loose shell, a shadow that Levenant's manipulating.

"Hi-hick, of course I didn't just zombie. It was in the flesh of Dyson that the 'nucleus of the Demon King' obtained on the African continent was implanted. The flesh is fortified with the full-body armor (El Armadura) of the true martial arts passed down to Castile, the supreme being that should no longer also be called the Demon Emperor Dyson!

"Vegan hoarding is not your toy!

That pattern again.

You guys are totally licking the power of chaos. It's not something humans can control, and there's definitely going to be a tail back.

"Cuckoo, say whatever you like about cowardice or evil. There is no reason why Castile should not do what the Germanian Empire has done. Let me show you how to fight the most powerful Demon Emperor, Dyson, fortified as the Necromancer Demon King."

"I don't know how to fight it. Hey, whoa!

Dyson's body, apparently manipulated by Levnants, has emitted a sharp fist as ordered.

For once, only the shape is Dyson's punch. My leg sinks into the deck made of sturdy oak with the impact of a fist from the front with my arm.

Nice punch, surely only strength is strong. But... there's no way that such a soulful blow is Dyson's fist.

When I took the fist, Dyson Zombie kept waving and kicking his ankle like a natta. Smart to do.

"So there's no way Dyson would do such a chatty kicking move!

Stand back and distance yourself from Dyson Zombie kicking moves that make noise with the Bun as you recieve them with a magic sword.

It's getting kind of sad. Strong hits, foot moves, too shallow in time. With something like this, no matter how strong you are, you can't do me any damage.

The blow of the fistman Emperor Dyson was a desperate blow that could crush all of them to the soul just by hitting them decently. So I don't use chatty streak moves.

It was a blow of such weight that it was horrible. What a pity this piece of dead meat is compared to, Dyson used for such miscellaneous fish material.

Blasphemy against a samurai who died proudly as a person is unforgivable, even though he is a usurper who has done all he can to evil.

You don't understand the mind of the warrior, do you, Levnand?

"Brave man, I want you to let me kill this, Zo"

He came down beside me as I wore the wings of a dragon. The face is expressionless through anger, which in turn made me feel the anger that reached the heart of Arre.

You don't even care about me, so is the wrath of the samurai natural?

"Arre, crush this mass of dead meat, like you'll never be used again!

At the same time as my scream, I jumped up to the Dyson Zombie and said, "Okay, Da! shouting."

All the while I didn't even need to use my special claw, I bashed Dyson with my fist, mostly.

Dyson zombies in hard armor try to fight back by wielding their hands and feet irresistibly while stifling their bodies, but the attack continues to be one-sided without a single hit.

The armor you're wearing seems to be the full body armor of the legendary class from what I've seen, but it'll crumble in time if you keep pounding on this array of momentum.

Sure, Dyson zombies are strong. But that's just the specs.

Grant the Dead Flesh of the strongest fist man on earth the power of the 'Nucleus of the Demon King', wearing the full body armor of a hero.

Such a mind-blowing gathering is no match for the power of the most powerful militant Half Dragon God (Dragon Maid).

What can be done to a zombie whose soul as a samurai has fallen out, before the speed and power of the arr, is also equal to garbage.

"Ha!? Why...... why. The most powerful demon emperor, though a dragon maiden (dragon maid), is quick!

"Levenant, you're fundamentally misthinking"

Dyson was strong because he was human.

As a proud human being, he was strong only because of the flesh he was born with, but only because he continued to fight for the strongest using his fists.

I don't know where Dyson came from. I don't know what kind of life you've gone through and what thoughts you've fought for.

Still, just a few times, there are things I can tell by just crossing fists and swords and fighting.

Dyson's "transcendent" clean life as a fistfighter reached another reason (proverb) in the world, the opposite of Arthama.

That is why the impossibility of beating the 'old man', who is otherwise an absolute strong man, only with his fist, passed. That is why I was loved by Mother Chaos God and given the power of chaos protection.

Given the "Neutral Sword" by The Old One, I am also able to feel the protection of Mother Chaos God.

Dyson's rotten flesh now loses the Divine Class' chaos guard 'and has only the power of the much more sublime' Demon King's Nucleus'.

There is no fierce, crazy soul of fist dude Emperor Dyson, just a shell out.

"Because I'm wearing true martial arts armor (El Armadura), there's no way I can do this unilaterally!

"That was the wrong choice, too. I don't know how sturdy it is, but some idiot wears full body armor to a fighter."

If I teach him that, maybe he won't understand a sorcerer who doesn't know to pay respect to samurai.

It makes good sense that I'm fighting just because I wrapped my bandage around my chest, and that Dyson was once the birthplace of half-naked boxer pants.

The militants don't wear armor just because it lightens the weight. By feeling the wind on your skin, you are shifting the movement of your enemies on a single piece of paper.

Hard and heavy full-body armor blunts the movements and sensations of fistfighters fighting only flesh as a weapon. Making militants heavily equipped is only enough.

And most importantly, 'the re-enactment boss character is a miscellaneous fish', the market is set.

If you're going to be tempted with the final showdown, you should have studied from Flag Management, Levenant.

"I've been studying all the wars I've had. Can this stupid thing happen to you when you use it to build up to the invincible fleet?

"There can be such a silly thing, the magician's shallow wisdom was what you preached. Come on, what are we gonna do, Lebnand? If you still want to go on, now you're my opponent!

Even watching me lay down my magic sword, Lebnand stands still.

Few weapons were left behind. Even the Great Fire Dragon (High Salamander) is the mountain of Sekiyama.

Even that Great Fire Dragon is overwhelmed by the presence of a red-haired dragon-killer hero (Dragon Killer) who has been forced to steer down to the ground while tightening the neck of a tormenting fire dragon with "GUEGUE".

I can't use it in that way.

Ale is taco beating Dyson with every hard armor. You won't stop hitting that rotten flesh until it can disappear from the world.

I also feel it would have been a little wasteful to crush a legendary class of armor, but when Arre upside down the dragon scales (Ryurin) all over his body, he said, "Naaaa that makes a warrior look stupid!" I know exactly what it's like to be screaming, so I decide to leave it alone.

"It's Ulla, Ulla, Ulla, Ulla. Dah!

I could see the fist of an arrow that kept beating me through the belly of a dyson zombie and the 'nucleus of the demon king' smashing and scattering.

Now you're killing demon kings too.

"Kukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

With a high laugh, Lebnant pulled the blade out of his sheath as he took the silver knife out of his nostrils, now as he kushly distorted his face with a crying face.

"Whoa, what are you going to do"

"Here's what I'm gonna do. Yikes!

Levenant stabbed the silver knife as hard as he could on his shoulder.

Stab yourself, move the gritty knife, and say, "Gah!," he screamed and rolled around. What did you do all of a sudden...

"Hey, maybe you're going to use your own blood for rituals and still do something?

"Ha... Ha ha, what are you talking about? My wife can't use it anymore and wave it upside down and nothing will come out, ahhh, it hurts, it hurts...... I'm wounded, surrender well!

What the hell.

When I'm frightened, I poke more knives around and send regular flickering glances. He's going to shake his voice in pain and beg for pity.

"What's the point of that self-inflicted behavior?"

"Higgar, it hurts, what could possibly also be the valiant of Silesier would not kill me in this place with hurt helplessness, hey, save all your life. Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't kill me!

Levnants are whirling with blood. Maybe it wasn't such an extraordinary man to say, "I don't have a face to match the study king," and think he was going to hurt himself cleanly.

I stabbed myself, apparently begging for my life to be a Levenant.

I don't know why.

Really, the one that goes far above our imagination...

I'm a magician general Lebnand who just thinks he's crazy about doing what he does, but his strength as a connoisseur is certainly high.

Lebnand said, "We will crush the invincible fleet."

That's what this man said before the great naval battle of unprecedented proportions in the history of the world.

Everyone's consciousness was focused on where the fleet showdown was going, and only Lebnand thought it didn't matter if they won or lost. We're going to crush the Invincible Fleet from scratch, and we've only been after our lives.

At first glance, he's an odd sorcerer who does all the ridiculous things, but sets the conditions for victory where the rest of us have no idea. That's why I can't read it, I can say I can't be alarmed.

Perhaps Lebnand's intentions are also involved in that invincible fleet's special attack on the madness of death. He's a pain in the ass.

If Dr. Lyle was here, he would have told you to kill him instantly, even if he wasn't a senior magician. In the sense of cutting off the roots of future evil, it is also one hand.

But I'll do it my way.

Levnants still have a use for keeping them alive. Some say you control poison with poison.

I fucking laughed when I looked up at the giant of the Great Fire Dragon (High Salamander) who succeeded in capturing every reptile (Reptilian) who is a rider.

Levenant still has a use for it.

"Lebnandt. I will grant you surrender and take you prisoner. You don't have to save your life."

"Ah, Silesier brave! Thank you very much!

Levenant, while bleeding from his knife-plugged shoulder.

Through the dugout, he crawls onto the deck in a five-body landing position.

"Instead, I'll have you working on tap from now on. The price of life is not light."

"What..."

When I took the recovery potion out of my nose, I held Levenant up and gave it to him.

The treatment of available prisoners is polite and gentle.

I'll help you where you thought you'd be killed and gently intervene. It is a kind of pompous method.

I wondered if I could successfully control just about any of the Lebnants under barometric pressure, but while drinking the potion they gave me, Lebnants had a trance of joy on their faces. Disgusting......

I stopped the officer treatment because it was so disgusting, I ordered the soldiers to wrap it around me and hang it from the mast of the ship just as Sarah, captured by Levnant, was hit, but the trance smile didn't go away when I got there.

Instead, I'm delighted to slightly uplift my cheek.

"Why can't I just do this? You're disgusting..."

Why is he smiling in this situation where his life has become a carp on a slab?

In the spiritual realm, I don't feel like I can beat Levenant at all. Should I kill him here after all......

"Drake, I wonder if we can pursue this any further"

"King Sman, the enemy is too fast to catch up."

The remnants of the invincible fleet, aware that the last hand, the attack over the sky by the Fire Dragon (Salamander), had failed, gave up the breakthrough and began the retreat.

Of course I want to beat it as much as I can. This one also tangled a fleet that could move and chased them to fleeing enemies for shelling, but I can't catch up very well.

Now that the opponent will be across the street, I thought the pursuit would be easy, but I will snake the ship away, run away. This is the difference in steering technology, can we move this far even with full creativity?

This fleet is also heavily damaged and much confused thanks to the enemy's last aerial attack.

"Fair enough."

"King, something's coming from the other side!

At that time I sighed that I would give up any further pursuits, as I had already succeeded in inflicting near fatal damage on the enemy fleet.

From the other side of the horizon, a Britannian flag appeared.

Starting with the Britannian fleet, there are ten new fast ships (schooners). He ran around the sea like a hungry wolf, instantly surrounded by the remnants of an invincible fleet fleeing, grounded and held his breath.

Its early work is still not as proficient as that of the people of the sea and the Silesier fleet of gatherings.

"Arthur's fleet, or he'll do it"

As always, the 'King' Arthur guy makes me laugh bitterly when he takes a delicious spot at the end.

I don't know if I'd come later, but I didn't feel bad. Its vibrant handwriting is as petty as it gets.

Besides, after capturing the invincible fleet, it was helpful to tow this big wreck to land.

You should be thankful for putting an end to this naval battle. Then you saved even the rescuers floating in the ocean, regardless of their enemy allies.

The two navies of Silesier Castilia, which fought a fierce battle and stained the Narrow Sea with blood, comprised a large number of ships that were devastated and difficult to navigate on their own.

If Arthur's fleet hadn't come to the rescue, the number of war dead would have increased even further.

This battle, known in future generations as the Narrow Naval War (Narrow Sea War), will be a turning point in history when the Britannians, who had come to an end in silesier and ketchy coastal trade, which was only a rural farming country, defeated the great maritime state of Castile.

The impact was sufficient to awaken the Ocean Mind to the people of Silesier, who did not know the sea.

Quite embarrassingly, the end of this battle will continue to be sung in taverns all over the place for a long time as a song honoring Silesier's valiant, with obscene lyrics to the brave song made by Germanian court musician Zitter.

"Silesier's brave men, they just don't protect the high waves of the Narrow Sea.

And no enemies against our will.

If we reclaim the solitary sea of our Castilians,

Don't let it fit.

Silesier brave men, relentlessly destroy them.

The greedy Castilians will eventually soothe us.

The right path pointed out by Silesier's brave men, right here.

Encourage commerce, navy!

If we do, we will be king of the Narrow Sea. '

The countries of the Eurasian continent take this historic battle as an opportunity to usher in the Great Sailing Era.

A vision for a different world beyond the distant sea.

It was the dawn of an era also referred to as a "geographic discovery" in which young people rowed their hopes and romances into the sea on their chests.