Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

The chairman appears on the sandflower hill, blown by the wind.

A hill of memories that no one has invaded for centuries, he stands like a grass of surrender.

- Cheer up.

Tai leaf turns.

The sound is conveyed.

It exists in the same phase.

The chairman was a clear entity, not a holographic projection.

“That's him.”

The imperial army, which collapsed in an instant, looked to the sole chair of Embermere.

Everyone seemed nervous.

The outrageous attack just now must have something to do with Brahms.

“Defend everyone upward...! ”

Ember's chairman gave no further warning.

I just slowly raised my hand.

Wooooo...

“I said fuck off. ”

It was a light gesture.

The aftermath was heavy enough to kill hundreds of human lives.

Crisp.

An immense invisible physical force swept through the earth at the junction point of the White Sand.

Followed by a blow just now.

About a tenth of the remaining legions were buried again under the sands of violence.

The group's shield appears to have been pierced or pushed through and had no effect.

One fifth of the Ember Punitive Force, which was hit by thousands of shots, disappeared in less than a minute.

As the coast guard gazes at it dazed, the Chairman's communication rings out to the troops.

< Now! Everyone evacuate. Run to the east! >

But it's not just unilateral communication.

< Chairman, don't bullshit.

A violent word comes out from the beginning.

< This is the city where we live.

< This is our coastline.

< I never protected the coast with your permission.

The tone of the voice that foresaw the end permeated even more.

< I, Altyrin, will die fighting.

Another catcher receives a horse.

< No retreat, no surrender, no suicide.

They will be the world of dreams in the first place

He must have escaped.

< You don't have to die here at all. It's meaningless……!

The captain cut off the voice of the chairman who seemed genuinely sorry.

Since when... in Ember, did we judge other people's lives?

< Aren't you here to live a different life?

< Life......

< I don't want to be judged by death.

< This is the place we set.

These coordinates are our tomb.

< Deputy Warden, Targeting Weapons.

< Commencing melee fire.

< Direct Reporting >.

Aromatic foresight facing forward.

Hundreds of cannonballs are closing in.

It pours out towards the Empire Army.

Even if you don't give the order, it's loaded with a custom cannonball.

Papa Papa Pang!

It's nothing like a acrobat bomb to spread its power widely.

No warheads, no plots.

A directional cannonball that maximizes its destructive power in one direction.

Skilled marksmen who practiced shooting every day hit them all at once without the need for insemination and re-aim.

— Puebuck!

The blessing of the Wizard's Shield and the priests is pierced by sharp molded ammunition.

The herd behind it melts and roasts at thousands of degrees of high temperature.

Free Fire

Firing from the ready shooter before reloading followed by firing.

Hit

Most of the time.

Twice, at most.

The handsmashing effect was good, but the enemies who survived the job turned on the lights and rushed toward the shore cannon.

< Kuaaaaaah…!

It is a straight line using molded ammunition, with no additional reduced power.

Brahms and the Coast Guard wiped out the power grid.

So far, it's close to 1/3.

Amazing performance.

But as long as you allow me access.

The coast guard couldn't do anything.

It is inevitable, inevitable, inevitable, beaten, trampled, cut, exploded, and killed in terror.

< Oops…….

Brahms' deep sigh on the hill resonates with a bloody and built-in communicator.

As much as enjoying the first hunt, the punitive force has not dissected its sadism.

Looking down with eyes equipped with telescoping lenses, Brahms confirmed that he had nothing to lose.

The chairman bit his lip.

No blood was shed.

Instead, red flashes flow like blood from his wide open sleeve and spill toward the shoreline.

Cheers!

The beam pierces those who destroyed the coast guard. Red blood flows from the human body that has been pierced by the beam and soaks the floor.

S.H.I.E.L.D., armor, goddess blessings, muscles, bones pierced.

The duc folds his arms and just watches the situation.

He remains gravely defensive, as if tearing the ghost right next to him was not his job.

‘You really look like a bug...' ’

I barely got Lena right next to me.

A forgiving shield.

The bodies of those long faced by the beam are a raging heap. But the chairman was alone, and he created hundreds of deaths and was surrounded.

Brahms folded the laser weapon, which required continuous irradiation at a distance, opened his arms halfway around the middle finger.

Suddenly, in a bizarre situation with four arms, the embedded black wire came out and danced instead of the blood vessels.

Once again, it reeks of blood on the staggering dance steps.

But there were too many.

Brahms looks around quietly at those who surround him.

There is no place to run, because the crowd that lifts the cloth surrounds themselves.

The next order just comes after you try to take him down.

Cut down fifty of them.

Brahms has his left arm amputated.

After the arm was cut off, the balance quickly collapsed.

Hrrrrrrr!

The ritual completed by Riolet, the tower of flame, within ten fingers of the horse tower, rests on Brahms' body.

“O Inferno, the flame of the curse, named because you have made your dwelling place hell, the flame of death that urges you not to leave any crumbs behind…. ”

The flame gnaws at Brahms. The flame that warms and bites deeper into the wounded and cut place did not even think about cooling down for a moment.

My body burns without shutting down, even with liquid nitrogen.

Knock it off.

Brahms severs the first remaining left leg of fire, preventing his body from burning completely.

The left leg quickly collapsed into ashes.

“We offer a thirteen year fast. Thirteen years in the desert. He dedicates his life to the death of 1,000 pagans. Skin the unbeliever's skin with sin. ”

Graciem, priest of Yemera.

Cardinal Grey gathers his strength with the monks around him.

“Holy power! ”

Floating symbols swarm over Brahms. Holiness means condemning a crowd that does not serve themselves more than anything else.

Many blessings collide with Brahms and burst, and Brahms' side, right forearm, ball, and thigh fly in the egg yoke of the explosion.

“Tie it up, white chain. ”

“Forty years of self-restraint. ”

Whether a shattered body is unacceptable, many chains now bind him.

Even though more than half of his body flew and his viscera and bones were clearly visible, Brahms smiled for some reason.

Even before he was about to be beheaded in chains, he was grinning and grinning on the hills of the coast.

It was a cold face and a broken body due to the red circulation, but the smile was clear.

Eyes, lips, whole face.

No, I don't.

Ember's sole chairman seemed to be smiling with his heart.

Lawrence Tarti looks at the chairman from a considerable distance with a tilted face.

Lena watches the situation closely by his side.

We have to stay alive to get as much information as possible. What we've learned so far is not enough.

‘But... if you haven't come yet. ’

She thought about the letter.

I know what you mean.

The fact that he did what he wanted

I was happy.

I don't know how he's going to die if the Duke doesn't like the situation, but it's not worth mentioning.

“Not yet. ”

The duc suddenly got caught up in the thought.

The site has already been described for the shape of Gizgerai.

We have our own intel.

It's natural to know that she didn't show up on the coast.

Lena replied faintly.

“Yes! If the situation is cleared up,

He'll come out. Or I'll be the first to find him. ”

There are no stories of killing without it on the coast.

Looking up at the red sky, the duc is silent for a moment.

If he thinks he's used enough, he'll kill him.

Brahms restraints seem completely relaxed.

“Mr. President, can I kill him? ”

“You're on your own. ”

He's the chairman of Ember, but he's a freak.

Attitudes that are not interested.

Lena thought.

‘As expected... That's not the purpose of Ember's punishment. ’

Then there's no way the chairman can be lightly dealt with.

Even if you kill it, you can't just throw it away without any symbols.

I am once again convinced that there is no devastation or governance.

‘Trying to get rid of something wrong……. ’

Otherwise, the fate of Amberna's chairman is entirely out of concern for the duc.

Then.

“Yes... But why is this guy so divided...?" ”

You see Brahms grimacing and grinning as he dies.

“It's over.”

A man from the ash monastery stepped forward.

His muscles, when his armor falls off, appear to be lava flowing over the steel.

Not normal people.

You can never see the tendon of a living creature.

Barefoot cannonball, penetrating

The molded ammunition was the muscle that survived the bomb that went off underfoot.

For a normal human body, it would have been crushed dozens of times like dust and even hard rocks would have been broken several times.

But the man's body was a little scorched.

He grips Brahms' chained head.

“By the way, is this the leader of the blaze and corruption? ”

The man did not ask for Brahms' will.

“I,”

He squeezes his hand as if it were crumbling dry leaves.

Brahms' smiling eyes are bloodshot with pressure.

“I'll break it for you. ”

Paszec.

Bribes and blood and bone fragments and flesh protruded everywhere so that they could not be collected and attached.

Even if he fits the puzzle well, it's hard to save him.

Brahms has spent 30% of the Empire's power on the coast of Embermere.

We used a new weapon.

The body is equipped with lasers.

One monk who didn't even give his name.

Cardiac arrest.

“Chairman of Ember, I killed.... ”

It was when the monk tried to speak with a proud expression.

Dallac.

“Hmm…? ”

Something from a decapitated corpse.

I fell to the floor.

One chip protruding from the corpse.

Ticklish... Ticklish

On that chip.

A hologram appears in the air.

The hologram mutters when everyone's gaze is taken away.

“You... killed what? ”

A distinct voice radiates from Brahms' hologram that he just killed.

Kugu Palace...

“I,”

Throw away the broken puzzle.

Like a crumpled head in the hands of a monk is just a shell that can be changed at any time.

“Chairman?”

Something's moving.

Not just the Duke, Lena.

Everyone standing on the white sand could feel it.

The sunset is already lost.

I felt a chill that I was losing something I shouldn't have lost.

Kwakwang!

The sand, no, something black, rises up.

The deepest ground rises above the red sky.

The rock that was deepest.

At the depths of the sea, the earth cries out from the floor where it was harvesting a silver magical potion.

‘What the hell...! ’

For the first time, Lena thought that Duke Laurence might not be able to stop it.

And then there was light.

500 meters radius.

Thousands of people who survived until then boiled white and disappeared.

Strong air rushes in, lifting the shattered shore tens of meters high.

It was dark everywhere.

Lena has no idea what's going on.

I don't know if the world is spinning.

I didn't know if it was spinning, falling down, or going up.

Has the continent been destroyed?

Is the sky falling?

The sound disappears.

The light flashes and becomes dark again.

It's been a while.

I'm looking at the black ash falling slowly from the sky.

Lena's barely on top of gravity. I realized I was standing.

There was no one around.

The Duke's face is completely distorted.

It was in condition.

Then.

“Lena!”

Through a world covered in ashes.

Beyond a glowing silver waterfall that erupts late in a heartbeat underground.

You hear a cry out for her.