He didn't have time to use his blood-red vision to detect the enemy and reorganize his posture. The darkness had already fallen from the top of his head. He swallowed the blood clots that surged to his throat. He swung Durandal and [God's Will] together, and the speed and power were even greater than the previous heavy blow.
Even the dangerous balanced confrontation from before was not allowed. The man who defied Li Lin was knocked away, rolling and jumping in the dust and mud, and finally stopped at the edge of the black diamond ground.
"The law is evaded and the law is violated. This is reality. Raising a flag against the tide of the times has no value worthy of recognition. The road sign of history and the extension of destiny are pointing to this side at this moment."
3 or 4 FU were in a group, like agile hounds, they pounced on the human warriors who were throwing spears or stones. The fangs of particle energy penetrated the magic barrier to tear the human body into pieces and evaporate, and fresh life was everywhere.
There was a weightless "chi" sound in the net of death and then disappeared. The soldiers who witnessed their companions easily losing their bodies and turning into a wisp of smoke still launched an attack and rushed towards them with all available means of resistance.
Li Lin.
Unable to tolerate the ants crawling on the ground looking up at him, Fu accelerated his cruel hunting. The raised hands and beloved hammer of the blacksmith Vesalius, who was a quarter of a dwarf, vaporized in an instant, and the remaining carbonized sections of his arms were still raised high and his body
They rushed forward together. A shaft of light shot from behind and grazed the side. The semicircular hole was gouged out by the hot wire. Unable to maintain balance, the steps staggered and continued to rush forward. The pink light turned into the beak of a carrion-eating raptor and pecked away the blacksmith's feet.
and chest, and finally burned the angry-eyed head, and the stubborn and mighty shout stopped from the dissipated mouth.
There was nothing like that. The cry from the soul was still ringing in my ears, and a louder and louder roar came out from the mouths of the last dozen or so remaining warriors, charging towards the arrogant existence that looked down on people in the air, dragging the whole body with it.
The battered and broken body, the intestines flowing out of the abdominal cavity, the only remaining leg, the one arm still hanging, the black diamonds that are eroding the body. Driven by the same belief and will, they launch a charge. The charge slogan of this Maverick Knights is shocking.
With atmosphere.[
"Free by by by by by by by by by by.
freeommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)!!!!!!!!!!”
"Exclude target."
Without responding or resonating with the illogical voice of the group's will, the boy looking down from a high place and from the side unfolded the [Wings of Death]. The vortex of light and the condensed electric spark began to accelerate, repelling the fierce light of the illogical crowd.
All targets have been locked.
"Where are you looking? ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
A roar came from behind the wing, and the mithril sword drew a silver arc of light and slashed towards the elite wing that gathered particle energy, and the knight leader's roar swept it down.
You need to turn your body sideways and reverse the [Divine Will] slashing behind you to block Durandal. Taking advantage of the situation, he knocks Leonardo away again. The diffusion particle cannon scatters a gush of water that wipes out all life reactions on the axis. That unyielding
He screamed and was forced to press the stop button by a power comparable to the gods.
The expressive doll turned sideways to a house in the village that had not been affected by various explosions and [Boiling Mirror Realm] - a small church dedicated to the Mother Goddess and for believers to worship mass. A weakening life signal entered the underground
, seems to be in contact with the 2,30 life signals hidden there. The body turns sideways as the eyes select the target for destruction.
"Wait...wait a moment."
He climbed up from the scorched mud with his sword in his hand, and stood up with his body that would have fallen down at the slightest moment. The man who was once revered by the orcs as the "White Devil" stood on the ground, glaring fiercely.
The god of death who took away many lives.
"Your opponent is over here. Don't look around, you bastard!!!"
A man's persistence is very ugly, and even the rare charm of a handsome middle-aged man becomes dilapidated.
On the other hand, that is also very beautiful.
Take off the shabby and dirty appearance. The gorgeous and dazzling interior is more dazzling than the black diamond that just reflects the cold light of temperature.
He just glanced away and looked away from the provocative man.
The boredom of not understanding. The inhuman existence with no ups and downs of emotions will not be affected by the man's contemptuous provocation. [Divine Will] is raised high and pierces the sky, and the red light before the explosion of [Boiling Mirror Realm] gathers and solidifies again. It truly eliminates everything.
The battle for human evidence and physical evidence has come to an end. Although the most powerful target is still alive, Leonardo Dirk, who miraculously can breathe and stand, will die of internal bleeding and organ failure even if he is left alone.
There is no energy to waste on a dying tiger, and the reactions of twenty or thirty are starting to move - young but with uncertain possibilities, with a greater potential impact on the future. These tiger cubs have an uncertain future.
It should be erased first.
The young man with the power of omniscience and omnipotence like a god very rationally adjusted the order on the threat ranking list. In that calm and cold thinking, the children who were moving underground entered the priority order for execution.
"I'm calling you--!!!"
The white armor jumped high again, with red body fluid oozing from the cracked armor in all directions. The deformed blood droplets flying in the air splashed onto an iridescent light film and flew away. The man who was thrown out by the force fell to the ground immediately after.[
Neither his words nor his actions are worthy of further observation, and his motionless red eyes are fixed on the life signals moving underground.
The all-devouring blood-stained divine will burst out from the red gap that split the world.
For a moment, the world cried.
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The children are well-behaved and sensible, but they have reached their limit.
Unable to endure the loud noises and increasingly violent vibrations that the deep soil layer could not completely isolate, weeping and whining filled the refuge room.
"Mom, where is mom?"
"I want to go out!"
"Sister, I'm so scared..."
"I want to go home……"
Sister Patty was plagued by all kinds of cries and beggings as well as tears and snot. Knowing nothing about the situation outside, she would not and did not dare to let the children walk out of the underground shelter and enter the streets of fighting that might be full of blood and limbs. But
The obviously deteriorated air is constantly expanding and fermenting with the dust falling overhead and regular vibrations.
Adults may not be able to think calmly in a closed environment full of anxiety. There are many things that are tortured by time and become disordered in thinking that gradually goes off track. It is not impossible for children who are far more fragile and immature in mind than adults to have the opportunity.
appear on them.
The result would be devastating.
Children whose worldview has not yet been formed and who are far from mature mentally do not have firm beliefs and convictions. The mental torture and pollution will impregnate the blank paper-like children faster and more effectively than adults. Distorted and desperate views will accompany them as they grow.
Not even a lifetime can heal this mental trauma.
"Sister, will my parents be okay?"
Roland, who was praised by the adults and recognized by the nuns as "precocious and sensible", could not remain obedient in the underground space filled with a doomsday atmosphere. He endured the emotional fluctuations of being infected by the resonance and then burst into tears, and gently pulled Patty.
The nun whispered in her skirt.
Parent-child education in the entire Bode Village is the same - a unique model that is both surprising and understandable.
The 14-year-old adult standard is used as the boundary to divide heaven and hell, and differentiate education at different ages.
Most of the children who have passed the coming-of-age ceremony are the result of the love in the firing line of their parents who have been in the battlefield for many years and cannot bear the loneliness. This generation who was brought up in military camps and battlefields not only understands what war is, but also has the skills to deal with it.
, after the Knights retired to seclusion, most of these teenagers chose to become vigilantes. Now the children of this era have died on the ground with their parents and brothers.
For children around 5 years old - this generation born after going into seclusion. Parents and elder brothers unanimously conceal their past experiences that they do not want to mention. The [Knights of the Golden Hen] are determined to completely break away from the mire of the blood pool and put everything aside.
】In the eyes of the members, that period of pride and glory was also filled with many sad and unpleasant memories - these are not on the list of legacies that will be passed on to the next generation.
Even though there are always some unexpected signs revealed in daily life, adults who are good at fooling and perfunctory have successfully made their children have no doubt about what their parents are hiding from them.
Things about their parents, things happening outside, things about elves, things about the Sword of Glory - they had never been exposed to it, and a large amount of information that they had thought about was piled up in front of them. Their young minds could not yet effectively integrate these phrases.
Then they were connected. The understanding of the situation and the extreme mental instability made the imagination slipping into horror more intense. Finally, the word that was easiest to guess to describe the external situation jumped out.[
"Is it a war? Is there a war going on outside?"
A 7-year-old boy freed the forbidden language out of fear. The noise paused for a moment, imagining, and the discussion developed in a direction closer to reality.
"war?"
Children have never even smelled the smell of war, and have never experienced war. From their naive understanding, their understanding of the most common and violent group behavior of intelligent species is nothing more than heroic epics, fairy tales and laudatory descriptions and lives.
The horse-riding fighting game that evolved from the
In a small world where the culture of bloody violence has not been popularized, the common people who are accustomed to living in peace only feel this way about war. Assuming that the concept of "violent aesthetics" will be popularized with the output of various entertainment derivatives, the mass media will transmit information
If we can further enhance flexibility through means, it is possible that the immunity or tolerance of intelligent species that remain insulated from war will be somewhat enhanced.
There is a war going on outside, what does the war look like? The violent vibrations and depressing breath will not tell them the answer, but will only send in the silent terror and gloom...)