The World of Masks

It was a funny sight to see. A 2M muscle-bound monster squatting and groveling. If you were watching this beyond the T.V. Brown tube, you would have laughed out loud. But not now. Instead of smiling, there was no small sound leaking from the tense and dry vocal chords.

Almost one leg was cut in half, and even the Cadillac of the world had to be unbalanced and collapsed. Cadillac throws his hands back in a bewilderment, with pain rising from his right thigh and sudden lowering vision. But the situation didn't last long either. Maybe it's because they're predators beyond predators. Cadillac's movements stopped when Jack and the leader tried to rush in at the same time to avoid missing a great opportunity. Cadillac looks up slowly and sees two men rushing towards him. Pain turns into embarrassment, embarrassment into anger, and anger into hostility. Cadillac felt greatly ashamed of the fact that he was being teased by only two prey. And that number turned into a highly flammable substance that made the burning anger even more ferocious.

Kaooooooo!!!!

The wounded predator, Pride, cries out. Jack and the leader rushed in, shivering at the moment and stifling at the moment.

Kuang.

Cadillacs laid their palms flat, two or three times the size of a man's head. You grip the hindered right leg and support yourself with only your hands and left leg. Cadillac, a Group 2 pedestrian, is uncomfortable. But the fury that filled Cadillac's head was making him forget all about it.

Rrrrgh!!

Cadillac leans forward, howling and running toward Jack and his leader. A strong and resilient muscle gave Cadillac a terrifying leap.

"Move!!!!"

I hurriedly flew to the side to see if even the leader couldn't touch it. Jack also flew away as he fell without hesitation at the sound of the chaotic sixth sensation in his head.

Phew!!

A violent thunderstorm on the bridge and a heavy thing moving. I felt like my whole body was swept away by the fear that my head was emptying white.

Uahhhhhh.

My body was rolling around, creating cloudy dust. The rugged sand in the wilderness greets Jack who suddenly flew in. Luckily, the armor doesn't scratch or scratch anything, but the sand on his face brings Jack's mood down dramatically. The sand in his eyes, nose and mouth was greatly showing off his existence, enhancing Jack's unpleasantness.

Kuang.

You hear something heavy hitting the ground behind you. The sound of Cadillac leaping into the air, targeting himself and his leader, is clear. Or the sound of it getting stuck. Hopefully the latter hurries to get up, and then Jack tries to get a rough look at his eyes.

"Hey, asshole! What are you doing?! Get out of the way, you idiot!!!"

You hear the leader's urgent shout when you can barely see. At that moment, Jack felt his hair curl. If you're the one the leader is yelling at, that means Cadillac is charging towards you. Surprised, Jack looks at the leader in a hurry as he slowly recovers. Fortunately, the leader was looking in a different direction than himself. Once it was determined that it was not a threat to itself, I felt relieved and relieved. During this battle, Jack turns his head toward what the leader is looking at, encouraging the bridge to sit still, because all he has to do is die.

'Ah.'

Son of a bitch. Jack had to pull his tongue out unconsciously. There are traces of Cadillac embedded in the floor, and there are traces of something massive that stretches like a furrow. The end of the abyss. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any other wounds on Cadillac's body, even if the hard muscles did serve as armor. But it wasn't Cadillac that caught Jack's eye. Right next to Cadillac. There, a class F mercenary, who had just sat in a daze before, was looking up at the Cadillac next to him with a pale face.

'Even if you fall, you fall there.'

The foolish Class F mercenary was too weak for his legs to escape. I didn't join the battle because I was scared otherwise, but it would be natural for a big monster to suddenly fly next to him and fall into a daze.

Glug.

'Ah! I noticed.'

Cadillac's red eyes turn to the mercenary beside him.

"Heave, heave, heave, heave, heave."

Move your arms desperately and pull yourself together. You seem sad to see a class F mercenary struggling to get away from Cadillac somehow.

"Damn it!"

The leader, who desperately called for evasion, rushes with his sword. Jack also started running behind the leader. But they both knew intuitively. It's too late.

Cadillac's jaw shifts slightly as he looks at the mercenary who is gradually moving away from him. Is it smiling, or is it just tasting again? For whatever reason, even the last of the class F mercenaries panicked.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

I moved my arms quickly, screaming in horror, but I was only ahead of my mind. The body was still slow. Cadillac raises a large hand in the eyes of a Class F mercenary. At the very moment, his teary eyes turned into an iron fist. Cadillac's fist echoes violently toward the head of a Class F mercenary.

Furniture.

The sound of watermelon breaking resounded widely in the vast wasteland. Crimson blood stems and red sides scattered like droplets of broken pomegranates. The mercenary's body, which lost its top command of the brain, trembles intermittently and slowly falls back.

Tuck.

Glug. Glug.

Cadillac scratches his vocal cords, looking at the scented blood stains on his hands. Okay, here's what we're gonna do. These little prey should now panic like this one and turn into a great feast, waving a smelling blood rain on one of their fists. The reality of the present day is not very good, with serious injuries to the thighs.

Cuahhhh!

Cadillac roars again. He then turned his gaze back to the two prey rushing towards him with ferocious eyes.

"Hyaaaaaaa!"

A windmill swirls a heavy sword and splits the Cadillac in half. The defiance of this prey is dangerous. Cadillac tries to step back, cowardly because it was an attack of prey that had already hurt him several times. However, the injured thighs that were still bleeding poor blood were strictly limiting Cadillac's behavior. Cadillac had no choice but to face the flying sword with his fist.

Kuang!

Second bump. The sword and fist bounce off at the same time.

"Ugh."

Powers up the Great Sword to bounce outward and is desperately able to endure. Seeing Cadillac's grip on his fist with all his skin peeled off and his white bone revealed, the leader also tried to put his rebound sword back into place. There was a shadow that passed by the leader.

"Ahhhh!"

The momentum and strength of the leader are definitely less than the battle of the leader. However, the power on the swinging sword was never light.

Qajik.

A large swing of Jack's sword tears Cadillac's chest open, drawing a parabolic line.

Khhh!!

Body. It also screams out of pain and embarrassment with a deep carved knife mark on the chest where the heart resides. When Cadillac is embarrassed by unexpected wounds, he does not miss the momentary gap, but draws a powerful trajectory with his leader's sword.

Skak.

I put half of Cadillac's neck, swinging without cause, into the distance, as if it were ripping apart the Darkness itself from all sides.

Puwak.

A bloodstream rising to the top. The Cadillac falls like that, sprinkling the rain of blood on a dark place.