The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

The purple sphere has always chased me away as I set off the [electroluminescent fire] and drove the battlefield endlessly. Assisted by blue dragons in addition.

"Look, look, I'll be chasing you in a little while."

A man in a purple suit who sounds delightfully high and mocks (bruises) and laughs at my disease walk.

If only we had just decided to compete. That's why I don't even feel like losing the dust.

[Supreme Shield (Aigis)] unfolds, causing the purple sphere to collide, but is offset by several purple spheres.

My magic defense is no big deal. Give me one of those and I'll die instantly. But that, too, is only a story if you hit it.

(um, it's time for the tide)

When I stop, I'm surrounded by purple spheres. A blue dragon then brings a sickle, opens a large mouth, and a purple sphere appears in front of its mouth.

"I wonder what's wrong? ♪ You're not running anymore?

You're convinced even in the victory, I ask you that with a floating voice.

Now I'm not rolling out [Supreme Shield (Aigis)]. If we're surrounded by this number of purple spheres, there's really no escape anymore. I'll admit it.

"Yeah, 'cause it doesn't make any sense anymore."

Yes, we don't have to run anymore.

'I didn't mean to think of it ♩ I can't believe I ended up not even hanging out with this boxin' game, proclaiming it great. Come on, I was buying you a little too much. ♫ '

"Um, I think I was a little confused too. I'm sorry. Thank you very much."

I mean it. I never thought I'd be this far, either.

"I can't believe I'm begging for my life now."

"I agree. Forget it, struggle is not a game. I can't wait."

To my words, the man in the purple suit has eyes as thin as a line, and when he gazes at me again,

What the hell are you doing?

They ask me what I deserve.

"No, the time for mischief is over. Plus, it's already packed."

As if in response to this proclamation of mine, all the purple spheres that were drifting in the universe disappear in an instant.

"Blue, once you retreat, take your distance!

Once one end (once) of the rationale for absolute dominance is extinguished, the purple suit man sends instructions to the blue dragon but does not even move with Pickle.

"What the hell! Blue - WHAT!!? '

The man in the purple suit looks down at the blue dragon at his feet and opens his eyes wide and stunned. Out of the ground, a few little ice dragons, only a joke, were peeking at their faces and biting their thick blue dragon feet.

"Damn!!"

He eats the beautiful blue dragon in a burly, insect-eating form, and for the first time spits evil with his own mouth on the ice dragons that come up, but leaps backwards.

"Dude, that sucks, huh?

An invisible thread of [blast thread] stretched out on the battlefield touches the right arm of the purple suit man, causing a huge explosion.

"You!!"

A man in a purple suit holding on to his burnt (just) right arm with his left hand, yet clawing at me with a hateful face.

"Come on, young man, let's go with the answer match"

I decided to rattle my fingers with my pussy and reveal only the most outline of the scalp. Because there is nothing wrong with showing it to this extent.

"This, this..."

A man in a purple suit who can't carry on two sentences and looks at him like a jerk.

Sa 'Alan. At the end of his gaze, a giant net of bright red thread stood around us like a birdcage.

But that's sweet. This stuff is just a prelude.

"Look down."

I'll point you to the ground with my index finger, and I'll tell you about my neat existence.

A man in a purple suit pulls his jaw slowly...

"- Huh!?"

Countless ice dragons peeking into their faces, as if to fill that ground. They engage their sharp twigs.

- Kachi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi

A great chorus of the dragons (both demons), surreal on the battlefield.

"Fuck, it's crazy..."

The purple suit man managed to throw that away from the bottom of his throat to reveal countless purple spheres around him.

"The dragons are commanded to eat other beings than me in the birdcage. Simple and clear, isn't it?

Point to the blue dragon with your jaw.

"Crazy bastard!

The blue dragon, which still makes a bold noise and is scattered around, does not fasten the prototype already.

Even if Su (Mi Gae) gets excellent research materials for the immortal. If you're going to perish with this, it's a joy, too. You just have to secure the undead somewhere again. There is nothing detrimental to me.

"No, no, this is just a creative activity. Inside, inspiration would be stimulating, wouldn't it?

Seriously (seriously), but also incorporate experimental elements. If we're going to do this anyway, we need to be this thorough.

"Horrible."

"Well, thank you. Now we can test the effects of this [birdcage], which was in the experimental phase."

This [birdcage], in a way, is not an exaggeration when it comes to compound magic. Using it as an ingredient are three top magic with a positive proportional power to magic, [Magic Synergy Boost with Magic Synergy Synergy], which is the most powerful superposition (supermarket) in the boost system I have, and a gift in the circular ring area.

Grasp the space in the circular ring region and build some magical and automated instructional programs, such as the magic of impermeable systems (fukake). Although considerable effort and strict conditions need to be obtained to deploy the area, once surrounded, it may be referred to as the creation of an invincible area in that it is impossible to escape.

All you have to do is keep activating it, more than all of the conditions have already been met. I've already decided to win or lose.

"This strange idea, you're from this world..."

"It's time to shut your mouth for nothing. I'll teach you how to fight, as promised."

I give permission to scatter with Xiaolong the Ice.

A disastrous number of dragons jump off the ground, as if they were flying fish, and kill the man in the purple suit.

"Come on!"

It creates and manipulates a purple sphere, trying to extinguish both the ice dragons, but passive in many ways. Countless ice dragons eat through and scatter the whole body of a purple suit man.

"Go!!"

He eats up his back teeth in severe pain and releases some of the purple spheres at me in the shape of a final death, but it also all collides with the ice dragon and fogs away.

"That's no use. For once, both the dragons are equipped with automatic defense capabilities."

In fact, it produces ice dragons and gives some vague orders. And they're prioritizing those lives and making sure 'Protect Me' is their top priority. After all, it would be more efficient to operate with a simple instruction mechanism of this hand.

"Damn wow!!!"

The man in the purple suit, while eaten by Xiaolong, screams and tries to flesh on me, but is inhibited by invisible threads, causing a blast.

"My [birdcage] isn't sweet enough to just push on and rip it off."

Whatever, the dragons and bursting threads in this [birdcage] are made to replenish the worn out amount immediately. The more time spent, the more exhausted only birds (purple suit men) are caught in bird cages.

"Chick - Shit!!"

Raise your voice of resentment and reveal hundreds of purple spheres around you.

A blood vessel rises from the whole body of a purple suit man, and from that whole body rises a dense aura like turbulence.

"Well, if you do it, you can do it. Then let me show you. Give me your lift."

One of the purple spheres becomes a long sword, the other a spear.

Daggers, axes, great swords, iron balls… to various weapons, the sphere transforms and sets its aim for me.

(Aim for that weapon and start a total attack)

Purple weapons were released, and the ice dragon filling the sky became a big wave, almost simultaneously killing to the weapons.

Even though the weapon advances toward me, a ridiculous number of ice dragons collide, tangle, and crack into its full body. At the same time dozens of [explosive threads] of red threads broke the weaponry down to shattered fragments.

"Boxtin's - [Divine Martial Arts Cheng] is..."

It must have been my wife's hand, too. The wolf, or the blood, is drawn from his face, and his whole body is trembling in small pieces.

In fact, it was medium strength. [Birdcage] If that was used from the edge before deployment, the question remains whether it could have been completely prevented.

But now the situation has been completely reversed.

The power to yield even the man in the purple suit on the plaid without even doing it. Quite usable proved to be twelve. [Birdcage] 's empirical experiment is that sufficient data were obtained. I have no taste in pleasing others without merit, and is it time to end it?

And I decided to give [birdcage] one last instruction.

- Nine sentences, activated.

"One."

A stick of invisible atmosphere beats the flank of a purple suit to the trigger of my words. This is what compressed the air with the magic of my entire body.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!"

A man in a purple suit who bends his whole body to the letter of K, but becomes a bullet in a straight line, pushing it as he chooses the ground. He tries to cover his entire body with a black mask that he has shown so hard in advance.

But...

"Waste."

An innocent word of mine echoed on the battlefield, and he was wrapped in an invisible thread in the direction of progress, detonating simultaneously. All the black coatings that were about to be made are swallowed by a scorching vortex.

"You..."

If a fool has time to open his mouth, he can also try to get out of the Nine Sentences.

"Two."

The man in the purple suit is further turned into a horizontal giraffe by the bars of a clear atmosphere.

"Three."

Northwest...

"Four"

To the southeast...

"Five"

To the northeast.

Six.

Towards the southwest...

"Seven"

Just to the center of the birdcage...

A man in a purple suit who runs one battlefield after another as if he were a ping-pong ball and repeatedly detonates.

"Eight"

Finally, it was lifted high in the sky and detonated as planned harmony. And -.

Nine.

A giant atmospheric bar stretching tens of meters overhead.

The man in the ultra-fast, falling purple suit pierces the earth deeply, causing a great collapse. Perhaps because of the pitfalls we had created day after night, the ground became brittle and sank.

Manipulating the atmosphere and flying over it confirms his survival.

"Well, I'm surprised"

Both legs of the purple suit man were torn from his femur (a lot), and his left arm was crushed (crushed) by Gushagusha, but most of his head and chest kept the prototype. I guess I tried not to make it to cover my entire body with a black coating and only protected the steeple.

I expected to have definitely taken that life in that attack. There seems to be more sense of combat than you can imagine if you survive in front of a dying man. You're lucky he was licking me off. Without this deployment of the birdcage, it could have been pretty stubborn.

Whatever, then, we can't fight anymore. Check it out. Let's get this over with.

When the palm of the right hand is raised in heaven and activated [Palm of the Shadow King (Skuddy Palm)], a black cloud appears over the sky to form a vortex. There are dozens of meters of black arms slowly emerging from the clouds.

With this magic, every bird cage can be wiped out beautifully.

"You... of the council...?

I remembered the strange feeling of vision in my eyes, looking up at me and asking me that.

"Council? I don't know."

Though I tried to say that, the words stimulated wonder and the emotions at the bottom of my chest, and I was accidentally squeezing my chest with my left hand.

(What's the matter?

Can't control your own emotions? Is this me?

"Kuku... no idea...? It's more like... like the boxins."

Earlier passions turned, ni pulled the end of his mouth and dyed his face into ecstasy (today).

"Same? What do you mean?

"Yes... I don't know who you are or who you are anymore."

"I'd like you to take it personally and not convince me alone."

"Immediately... you'll see."

"So have them stop wanting to know in words that don't make sense!

It is pointless and harmful, such as conversations with enemies in battle. That's what I'm supposed to believe, but I was yelling at my caustic (needy) shivers. Reason does not follow my emotions. Now, he's really a 12-year-old.

"Dad..."

The purple suit man weakened his whole body when he said something, coughed up and spit out a lot of blood. Probably even passed out.

[Shadow King's Palm] has already been activated and this damned case will come to an end if you lower this right arm that triggers it. Yet...

(Why?

Am I hesitant? It's true that his objectivity is making me squeamish. Still, he is an enemy that holds back my purpose, a mass murderer who has turned tens of thousands of human beings into undead. I have no intention of proclaiming them more evil than this is war. But if you keep it alive, it will surely remain a wall to my ends in the future. After all, we should dispose of it here.

I still ignore the smoking alarm and wave my right arm down.

At that moment, when the dazzling light is concentrated on the palms of the arms of [Shadow King's Palm], the black flame burns, and in an instant it becomes a thin coal that is worn out and falls to earth. At the same time, a black flame runs through the battlefield in all directions around us, causing everything in the bird cage to flame out, such as the thread of the [exploding thread] that has been patrolled.

And in front of him was a one-eyed man with dark hair all-back, standing with a purple suit man in his shoulder.

Black magic enough to distort this atmosphere and overwhelming pressure to burn your skin. It's definitely superficial. Plus, you have your hands in your pockets, but you can't draw the way to victory.

I have very little memory of my life, but I specialize in the battle of this hand, no, only the broken ones who can find the significance of living only in the struggle are thin (uh-huh), but this soul of mine remembers.

- Struggle more than love!

- Struggle more than friendship!

- Struggle more than passion!

- Struggle more than gold greed!

As well as their flesh, they are intoxicated by the wine named Victory, with all that is essential as a person as the offering of the god of war. There is no such thing as alarm on the guy in this hand. If you want to lower it, you just have to screw it down head-on with that force.

In me now that I've been soaking (hitting) in warm water for the past few years (...), the struggle with this madman is not good or bad minutes.

"By the time I'm here, our plan is ruined. They're not coming out anymore."

"That's good"

Bad. Apparently, it's pretty angry. He seems to have stepped on a mine he shouldn't have touched.

"Here, kill me... right, let's do that. That'll be refreshing."

Dark-haired men's eyes dye red and they ripple (cum) into their hair and skin. At the same time, the earth at your feet evaporates and simmers like a magma, due to the redness of the dog's teeth, which leaks slightly from both legs.

"Try it."

The opponent is just a monster, not a metaphor. When he puts me as a kid, it's a much worse fight than not having circumstances like licking me. But the winning chance is not zero. If you're gonna do it, I'll do everything I can to fight it.

……

A man turned into a literal monster, silently tries to take a step forward, but is pulled off the sleeve of his right arm.

"Nero?"

The monstrous man, frowning (hissing), strained (and) with his shoulders, drops his gaze on Nero's left arm, a purple suit man who should be losing his mind.

Nero's left hand, which was supposed to be crushed, held the monster's right sleeve (so) tightly.

"Well, this was your fight."

The red-haired monster closed his eyelids tightly and looked up at the universe, but when he regressed to man, he turned his back on Kurli and me, but also looked back over his shoulder,

"You, what's your name?

That's what I ask.

"Gray Millard"

"Gray Millard, if you feel like it, I'll go kill you"

When the red flames swayed around him, their appearance was clean and refreshing and disappeared.

It's something that's been eyed by a lot of nasty people. Besides, I can't beat the fact that I'm a battle freak. The man with that hand executes what he says. He's sure to show up before me soon.

It's no bother, but in the future, it will be considered essential to gain the minimum strength.

And the curtain departed, and the undead returned to the dust. It is unclear whether the target was there, but the blue dragon has also been politely burned by the brunette and vanished beautifully.

This is finally the end of this farce. As I shook up my right fist, a tsunami (tsunami) cheer struck me on the battlefield where I returned quietly.