episode_0110

A wall is a kind of stereotype and symbol.

Castle walls, fences, and house walls are all essentially the same.

A strong shield to protect yourself from the outside world. An unbreakable structure.

Whenever people face a wall, they unconsciously feel a sense of security. They believe that it will protect them forever.

In reality, even if it is a weak wall, it is almost impossible to imagine the scene of it breaking.

In other words, if the wall suddenly shatters, everyone will be shocked.

That’s because it’s a situation that deviates from their common sense.

—-

– Quaaa!

As if hit directly by a cannon, one wall completely explodes.

The shattered brick pieces pierced the people inside the building like spears.

“Ugh!”

“Geez…!”

Two men with their heads broken fell forward and wriggled.

All over his back, fragments of the wall were scattered like lotus seeds.

You lucky bastards. He died very comfortably.

I brushed the dust off my shoulders and glanced at the rest.

There didn’t seem to be any major injuries, perhaps because the two corpses caught most of the fragments.

“Huh? Uh…?”

Everyone is standing there in a dazed position, as if they have lost their minds due to the sudden shock.

I was shocked by the looks in the eyes of those who met me.

The mouth can be seen slowly opening, as if about to scream.

Five guys.

It’s disgusting to even look at.

He rushed at the nearest young man.

A blonde young man clutching his shrapnel-strewn shoulder.

This guy is probably the one talking about his adventurer lover. Because it was the youngest voice.

The claw-like fingertips touched the young man’s skull.

Just draw it down gently. As if gently scraping the front of the face.

The young man’s face was torn off with a gentle feeling of resistance.

“Oooo!”

He screamed like a pig and fell down, clutching his face.

No, should I say it was a cross section of the face.

Because there wasn’t a single part left that could be called a face.

The eyes, nose, and mouth were torn off, and blood overflowed from the empty holes.

Something was flowing down from inside the skull, where the front part had disappeared.

The brain, unscathed and intact, breathes in the outside air.

The brain was intentionally left untouched.

Because such an easy death, where one dies without even having a chance to feel pain, does not suit these guys.

From now on, you guy.

Before they could react, they immediately rushed at the next one.

He blows off the lower jaw of a middle-aged man with a bushy beard and then kicks him in the lower side of his side.

The tip of my toe, which had dug into my pelvic bone, came out on the other side, covered in crushed flesh and blood.

“Guess!”

A middle-aged man with his lower body cut off was rolling around with his internal organs spilling out.

Spitting out bloody vomit from his gaping throat.

“W-what is this…!”

A voice boasting about a woman who starved herself for a month.

He pulled out his black iron long sword and cut open its stomach.

The cut was drawn from the solar plexus to below the navel, and the internal organs were vomited out.

I twist my body to avoid the disgusting fountain of blood gushing out, and approach the next person to die.

“Ahh! Argh! Monster! The monster…!”

A man sits down with his legs weakened and screams as if he is out of his mind.

It was comical to see him desperately trying to step back while scraping the floor with his heels and buttocks.

“Why do you look like that? You were very confident earlier. Didn’t you say you would purify witches with holy water?”

They mocked him and cut off his leg.

As both arms were cut off one after another, the man who fell backwards trembled and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Kwaaaa!!”

“It’s noisy. You have to be quiet at night.”

I pierced my lung with the tip of the sword.

As air leaked out through the hole in his chest, the screams quickly quieted down.

I turned my eyes to the last remaining one.

A middle-aged man, trembling and crawling on all fours, trying to somehow escape out of the house.

“Where are you going?”

I mentioned Milia. He said it would be perfect for his child’s coming of age ceremony.

I walked up to him, grabbed his back and lifted him up.

“Ugh! Argh! Save people! help me!! It’s a monster!!”

The middle-aged man had a fit and struggled.

The middle-aged man’s hand stretched out behind me and grabbed my wrist, and my heels, rocking back and forth, kept hitting my armor.

“The monster is not me, but you. I…yes, you can think of it as heavenly punishment. It’s a bit late, but it’s finally come, like a whipping from the gods.”

He gave an appropriate analogy and carefully pulled the middle-aged man’s limbs as if pulling out weeds in a rice field.

“Kwaaak! stop! Oh no! Wow!!”

The middle-aged man convulsed as if he had been struck by lightning, and blood spurted out from his remaining limbs.

Mumbling sounds echoed throughout the village, and people could be felt moving in a hurry.

Thirty seconds after smashing the wall.

It looks like you’ve finally realized that something unusual is going on, right?

“Does it hurt a lot? don’t worry. Not much time left.”

He came out and rubbed the middle-aged man’s face against the wall. Reminiscing about my childhood memories of scribbling on the wall.

It was my first time using people instead of paint and air spray.

“Geueuugh! That’s right! Geez…!”

The middle-aged man, who was convulsing while letting out bizarre moans, soon fell limp.

Fleau de Dieu

Sinbeol

The sentence engraved on the wall spilled red paint.

—-

“What the fuck! What’s going on!!”

“Are you a knight? Did some knight come looking for you?!”

“What is the article! Didn’t you hear that sound earlier? A wizard!”

I felt like a lot of men were coming out of the house.

Just looking at my back, everyone froze in fear.

“What…what is this…!”

“Witch…?”

“Isn’t that Delvin in your hand…?”

“Uh…Uh, uh…!”

Some people lost their strength due to the horror of the sight and lost their weapons.

I turned and looked at them.

Tasting blood, the more ferocious life spreads out one by one.

Panic spread like waves.

“Aaaagh! monster! It’s a monster!! Run away!”

“It’s not a knight! It’s a monster!! It’s a monster!”

“Aaaah… Save me, please save me…!”

Reactions were varied.

The guy running away screaming. The guy who points at me like he’s having a fit.

Even the guy who lost his will to fight and sat down and prayed.

“It’s late at night, what are you doing if you’re not sleeping yet? Is there a festival going on?”

A middle-aged man named Delvin, who was using a brush, was thrown to them.

– Whoops!

Delvin’s corpse flies like a cannonball and collides with two men, exploding.

I guess you could say this is killing two birds with one stone?

Blood and pieces of flesh spread out, covering the people around them.

The residents, who were dazed by the sight of three people popping like balloons at the same time, only came to their senses when they felt the thick heat streaming down their faces.

“Heeek…! Blood, blood…!”

“Aaagh! Ahhh!”

The guy with his internal organs covered up like a scarf seemed to have lost his mind and was yelling non-stop.

It was a terrible scene.

Except these guys are even more brutal.

Rush at them and tear them apart.

Blood pouring down like a torrential rain soaked my body, and screams and screams tickled my ears.

He grabbed both shoulders of the bald middle-aged man and pulled him left and right. Like tearing a well-washed lettuce in half.

The contents were dirtier than expected.

The man who lost his strength and kicked flew to the side, split in half, and collided with the people who were running away.

Six people burst into the wall at once.

You’re so weak that you can’t even break down a wall.

The brown bricks had soaked up the fresh paint.

“Hee Iik…! Save me…”

The boy whose legs were held down cried and begged.

A young child who has just started growing a beard around his mouth.

It was a familiar face.

He was looking darkly at Milia in the alley.

I’m guilty.

“No.”

After spinning it around in the air, I threw it towards the sky.

“Aaaa-”

The screams are getting further and further away. Yes, stay without sinning in heaven.

The swinging force may have been a little strong, but I let go of my ankle and left.

I threw the ankle I was holding at the other guy.

A man with a shoe sticking out of his lower abdomen trembled and collapsed.

I walked away, gently wiping the blood splattered on my face.

After some time, the sound of a watermelon breaking rang out from somewhere.

It seems heaven has rejected you. I’m sorry.

—-

It moves forward, slaughtering everything it sees.

Everything they could get their hands on was torn apart and pulled out.

Everything caught on the tip of the sword was cut into pieces.

Behind the path, maggots with missing limbs are moaning and writhing.

Everything that was kicked turned into paint.

Whether decorating the walls or painting the floor.

The guy who had been bravely stabbing with a spear was pinned to the wall and struggling as a result of his brutality.

Nevertheless, there were still many people left to kill.

The things that jump out like a swarm of ants, startled by the screams and noise, are still out there.

He took out his bow and loaded an arrow.

The bow, which is fully pulled, emits a series of flashes of light.

The bodies of men hit by arrows are torn apart.

Six feet, one leg each.

The reason it wasn’t killed was because it had other uses.

One-legged men are rolling around on the floor, clutching the torn off pieces and crying.

Yes, I know that feeling well. When I experienced it, it really hurt.

As I approached them, the men started screaming and crawling away.

In order to go somewhere, I only cut off one leg on purpose.

A dagger was thrown at the wrists stretched forward and secured.

Men are shaking like insect specimens stuck on clothespins. Shouting vulgar things.

“Aaagh! Sibaaaal!”

“Don’t come! Don’t come!”

I can’t grant such a request.

Don’t feel unfair. You’ve probably never done a favor for someone else, right?

As I approached the convulsing men, I tore off a length of the wall of the log cabin next to me that was just as long as my forearm.

…Is this enough for a torch?

He placed a match on the end of the wooden stick he had torn off and lit it.

A warm flame began to rise up the stick held upside down.

The men screamed, as if they sensed their fate.

“Heui profit! The devil, the devil is coming!!”

“Aaaagh! no…! I don’t want to die!! Don’t come this way! You monster bastard!!”

“Please save me!! Elfinel! Shaulite! Gods! Anyone is welcome, please!!”

god?

I couldn’t help but laugh.