174 Episode 50: Bad Luck Really (1/2)
When you come out of the building, you're in front of the munks, who, without exception, have a thin creepy grin.
”Munk, you!!”
Akuw raising the anger. Not even on teeth, such as aquu.
”What's the end?
Munk asks the old man with a long beard for his grey hair overlooking us with his darker eyes from the top of the building.
”The siege is complete. You can't miss a bug.”
Copy that.
When Munk raises his right arm, he appears as dozens of black-coated armed groups gush out of the dark night, just as they surround us: on the hedge, on the building, etc.
That black outfit, you're pretty well trained. No, more than that...
”You guys knew everything!
To the exasperating Akwu, the adventurers who came out of the building only smile with a nigga and a thin creepy grin.
”Akuw, no use”
The feeling of insect spit running tangled in this skin. Apparently, it's too late for them.
”Ugh...”
Even as Satori fixes her gaze on Munk, her little lips tremble with a ghostly bloody face.
”Hey, Satori!
When Akuw screams at how it's not Satori's usual to tremble all over his body in small pieces,
”Akw... those aren't the Munks”
That's all I squeeze.
”What are you talking about!? I don't care what you think, Munks!?”
From this ever desperate appearance of Akwu, you will be following Satori's words as well as guessing. Don't you want to believe it? Then I will force you to recognize the worst.
”I'll show you proof.”
Activate [Explosive Thread] and when the thread appears behind the munk and wraps it around its neck, pull as hard as you can.
”Ha?”
A missing voice between somewhere in Munk shivers the eardrum.
At the same time, Munk's head slowly falls to the ground.
”You!!”
to Akwu, who comes to me with a look of aggravation,
”Awkward. There's no way there's a human being who can't even get a drop of blood out of his neck. Look at reality with your own eyes!
Indicate the tip of the index finger and fly the toe.
”Oh, hey!
”You're lying...”
Stunning voice of the adventurers behind it. What else? Munk's head, which should have fallen, was distorted, because when it became a purple poisonous liquid, it fused to the legs of Munk, who had lost his head.
And the cleavage surface of the neck rises, shaping the face and goes.
”Hina.”
Slightly, what was munk rips his mouth wide to his ear.
”Gray, what's that?
That's what Willie's voice was asking, and they were trembling.
”At least you don't look human.”
He answered as he turned slightly over his shoulder, but the receptionist, as well as Gaius, who was not usually likely to move, remained stiff with his eyes wide open. Damn, if you're an adventurer, don't be surprised at everything to this extent.
Well, you're completely besieged, most importantly...
”Are you a hostage?
”Hmm, I don't like to guess, poisonous liquor!
As Munk looked up at the gray-haired old man known as the poisonous liquor on the building, he was politely snuggling a knife into the throats of three monkey-dressed children.
Damn, this scumbag thought circuit is always the same.
”So? Are you going to kill those kids?
”Depends on what you do.”
In view of the subspecies addition and subtraction of this mastermind, there will be half a dozen places where we can help them. But I will never step on Jill again.
”Gray, don't get your hands on me. A child's life is a prerequisite.”
Willie has been pushing hard on me.
”Awful, what do we do with concessions to terrorists? That's a good idea, isn't it?
If we die, in the end, those kids won't help us. Besides, there will always be only one way to deal with terrorists.
I lift my right arm,
”Whoa, don't move!
I don't mind the old grey-haired man stopping me, squealing my fingers.
That's for a moment. Multiple lights pass and the heads of the three black-coated men with knives on the children's throats blow away.
The boulder is Calogero, he seems to be doing well.
”Become!?”
The old man with gray hair on his long beard leaned back, shielding both his black clothes.
”Capture the hungry. If you stay one, you can kill me!
Fly directions out loud.
(Those are really offensive guys)
Trying to kill children, treating people like beasts? This old man is the kind of man I hate the most.
The line of light emitted from Calogero runs, and the head of the black outfit that attempted to reach the children flies again, shattered and shattered.
When I manipulated the atmosphere and floated the children, I drew them to me.
”Are you all right?
Ask as gently as you can to the children who wet their cheeks with tears.
”Yeah.”
A boy about seven or eight years old tends to nod hesitantly, but at the next moment, the boys smile and when they take the knife out of their nostalgia, one after the other they rush over to me and the receptionist at a speed they don't think of as a child.
(Did this still happen?)
Even though I restrain the three of them from hurting them with [wind manipulation], the boys' abdomen starts to glow.
”Damn!