Chapter 286 – Chapter 286: Natural Instinct 1
To be honest, when the roots of trees overturn the earth and soar into the sky
Without exaggerating, it jumped out of place by a few centimeters! I was so shocked that I jumped.
I thought it was a shout that resonates throughout the city using mana as a loudspeaker
It was because the giant tree that did not wither suddenly appeared on the western continent, not on the eastern continent, which was my area.
Isn’t it my older sister who didn’t know how to send an avatar to the continent in the first place, so she dressed me in traditional elven clothes.
As a woman, it was a request mixed with a lot of dark feelings, but it was true that she couldn’t send an avatar.
I couldn’t help but be surprised when such an elf suddenly jumped out announcing the start of a continental special operation.
“Can you see the mark? Catch them all!”
“Hey, it sounds deafening. But it looks like you’ve already been caught by the tree’s roots?”
“Yai-san, leave it as it is? Apocalypseists and collaborators alike should all be handcuffed and taken away.”
Tree vines that break through the asphalt and concrete cover the factory.
Could there be a scene more suitable for the word wrath of nature, which can only be seen in games?
A few startled citizens scream, but quickly adapt and take out their cameras.
Roots that break down roads and grow, but make damage walls for citizens as if they have eyes.
Occasionally, I see women with their waists caught between the roots and in a slightly strict posture.
Of course, since they are doomsday theorists or doomsday theorists, they are retrieved by incarnations like luggage.
“Leave it, you bastards!”
“Even if you shove it like this, is a fucking bitch who has nothing to say teasing your mouth?”
There is no hesitation in the hands of the incarnations, whether it’s because they suffered a lot or because it was a huge operation involving three constellations.
The woman, who struggled with her back tight, was beaten with a stick until her hips and thighs burst with blood.
The woman who had been screaming her swear words and squealing her was bleeding from her forehead when her triplet her struck her on the top of her head as if she were breaking a watermelon.
An alloy tripod, an electric suppressor, and a rubber grenade launcher capable of breaking ribs.
On the line of non-killing and killing, the equipment that rides a tight line strikes the apocalypseists without hesitation.
The doomsdayists who can resist in this chaos are incarnations who can use magic, so they won’t die.
“Constellation, are you okay?”
“Hmm? Ah, I’m just a little surprised by the tree roots.”
“Ah, come to think of it, you had a personal relationship with the giant tree that never withers.”
“Right, do you know why she is on the West Continent?”
“Well, from what I heard, you visited for a technical exchange of breeding improvement between the East and West continents. Of course, I don’t know why you participated in this suppression operation.”
Why did you participate in this operation? Without a doubt, it will be to help me.
What is the relationship between a beating heart of a lion without a face-to-face relationship and a giant tree that does not wither?
Other than raising harvest festivals with farmers, she has almost no activities on the continent, so she is a natural story.
She considers herself to be an older sister and a senior Constellation, not a withering giant with a tendency to take care of me.
If I heard that I was going out with a weapon myself, the probability of joining the operation together is close to 100%.
Of course, I don’t know how she heard my story, so she feels a bit vague.
‘But these bastards leak information to the level of incontinence? Like the academy and the boys, it’s subtly sloppy.’
“Then, I’ll go join the operation too, Constellation.”
“Okay, I’ll go around in moderation too.”
No matter how undying the giant tree is, our side is a sure constellation
It is also the case that the picture of the beating heart of the lion was uploaded on social media.
For a top-secret operation, it feels like more and more people know about it.
Still, shouts resonate throughout the city, as if the information had not flowed to the apocalypse.
Even if they abandoned their hideout and hid, they couldn’t escape outside the city, so there doesn’t seem to be a problem with their arrest.
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“Come on, grab it!”
“You? Me?”
Sheek A whip that cuts through the air with the sound of cutting the wind.
It was the first long whip he had ever wielded, but there was no problem.
It was as if a fish could swim as soon as it was born.
Starting with the technique of snapping her wrist and accelerating the tip just before hitting it,
Not hitting the tip, but hitting it more inward than the tip, and even a technique that wraps around
A skill that is extremely proficient for swinging a whip for the first time splendidly emerges.
‘Oh, the whip…, Something sexy?’
‘You asshole, that’s blasphemy.’
‘Uh, this mazo bastard somehow flinched every time he was criticized by the team leader.’
‘No fuck, how are you comparing the lethargic Nightmare to that team leader?’
‘Rather, isn’t this bastard blasphemy?’
‘That’s right, let’s stab it right after the operation is over.
If you see me wielding a whip chasing the apocalypse, and the incarnations with stern thoughts,
It seems that a whip is something more than a simple weapon for the dreamer race.
Or maybe Hwashin’s taste for carrying that bulletproof shield is a bit like that.
After glancing sideways at the incarnations who do their job thoroughly while giggling,
Again, he swung his whip as he pleased and wrapped around the ankle of the apocalypseist who fled in haste.
This subtly cool sensation reminds me of the sticky hand toys sold at stationery stores when I was a child.
Spin around and throw around, and the tip lands on the target! If it sticks, that was so much fun.
“Ah! What, what?!”
“Go in one more~”
“Oh, it’s comfortable, it’s comfortable.”
A woman fleeing down her alley turns around and stares at me with a whip wrapped around her ankle.
Then, she viciously creates magical powers and rushes towards me, trying to take me, a man, hostage.
Her ankles are caught by her whip and dragged around, only to be arrested by the incarnations as they are.
The woman’s magically enhanced body is definitely stronger and stronger than mine, but that’s all.
It’s because I’m incapacitated and dragged in front of me, who can handle the skill of handling a whip like a wagging tail.
Even the incarnation is easily subdued, so at this point, whipping is not a skill, but feels like a kind of authority.
Of course, the system in this world does not recognize whiplash as a skill.
‘Is it because it’s so obvious?’
Even if the system is a world where powers and skills are organized and displayed like game skills
It does not show that humans have the powers of bipedalism and pulmonary breathing.
For example, wouldn’t it be like a fish not having the skill to swim?
Even in the case of a dream horse, the fact that semen contains mana or infinite stamina in a dream is not treated as an authority.
It’s very ambiguous to say that the whip technique is a race compared to breathing, but what can I do?
Even now, he naturally swung his whip in line with the apocalypse’s movement to take a step forward.
In the realm of instinct and intuition rather than sense and skill, the thorny vine whips like waves.
“Hey, shit, what is it?!”
“The Constellation-nim caught another!”
“Eh! Bitches who wouldn’t do anything if they attacked one by one are real!”
“If you twist it, you’ll bring all your friends!”
An incarnation that roughly brushes off the hair that has become scattered as if it had been hit once when the roots sprouted.
With her broad shoulders and muscular body, she is as beautiful and menacing as an Amazoness female warrior.
But even such a muscular apocalypse can’t avoid a whip that flies low like a living snake and coils around its ankles.
Thud! An apocalypseist who makes a sound, breaks through the incarnations, and rushes toward me.
There is a man escorted by several women, and both this and that man run at me.
But just giving his wrist a couple of snaps makes his magic-hardened thighs stagger.
Jin-gak, who stepped forward with the momentum to break the asphalt, dispersed the force due to the shaky knee his.
The muscular female body, which should have bounced up like a bullet and headed toward me, just rolled sideways like a drunk.
‘My elf sister, shall we check to see if she came down to the ground?’
And if I lost my balance and rolled on the floor, would the incarnations waiting around me stay still?
Like a hyena chasing its prey, it rushes at it and gives it a club bath.
He tries to resist by swinging his arms and stomping his feet, but the one ankle he is holding on to is swung back! If you pull
When he tries to get up, he hits his butt as if he were falling off the icy road, and his resistance is destroyed.
How many times did you snatch the apocalypse with the red mark floating like that like fishing?
After my strange desire for whipping was satisfied to some extent, I moved on.
At the same time as you took a few steps, the view descended downward and the scent of grass that pierced your nose more and more intensely.
My avatar, which has changed from a young man’s body to an elf’s, welcomes the root of the World Tree.
On top of that, becoming an elf made my sense of the whip sharper rather than dull.
Hagiya, being able to change the race of the avatar at will is the strength of the dreamer, so is it natural?
If the ability of the dream demons disappeared just because they changed their race, they wouldn’t be able to deal with lucid dreams as elves or beasts.
‘And the elf boy…’
‘Hey, it was a joke earlier, but this time I’m serious. Is that a crime?’
‘Fuck the kid, it’s strange because he’s an elf, not because he’s a boy.’
‘I don’t want to arrest you with my own hands.’
‘Because it’s not, really.’
Carrying a whip with a short stature made the eyes of the surrounding incarnations flutter, but this level can be regarded as aegyo.
There was really no incarnation of the West Continent’s security officer who felt sinister and dirty when reading his emotions.
It was because the energy of the roots of the world tree that filled the surroundings made me feel good as an elf.
It felt like I was receiving a surprise gift from a giant tree that never withered, so I felt naturally generous.
If you go to the center of this barrier of roots, will there be a giant tree that will not wither, or will it not be able to descend?
With the thrill of unwrapping a Christmas gift box, I moved my steps.
“Hey, all the bitches who were tied up are transferred to the rear, and you and I are going to meet the Constellation.”
“But is it true that we are serving this?”
“Don’t be noisy, even the doomsdayist that the Constellation-nim threw while playing with it should be cleaned up.”
The words of the incarnations whispering behind his back were skipped over.
