Frenzy Troll

My colleague is dead, but I cannot mourn and weep. The Berserker Roland can feel the heat of the air even on his blessed skin.

I had to close my eyes and keep my mouth shut. While I was half-crazy, I found out about it.

I ran, covering my face with my hands. I closed my nose and mouth, but nonetheless, the heat was intense and my body was hot.

The hot air was cooking the lungs.

The more I ran, the more blood flowed from the hole in my body. I ran only for revenge, not for the pain, but I didn't see it.

The magical light that my colleague applied before melting brightens my vision. But through that light, all you see is the wall of flesh and the darkness beyond.

Where should we go and do what?

Someone whispers to the runaway berserker.

‘Tarnhelm.'

The fanatic shouts in his voice.

“Maurice?”

Moji's voice just repeated the same word.

‘Tarnhelm.'

The Berserker was confused, but this is how he decided to interpret it.

Tarnhelm. Find it. Kill him.

At that point, the Berserkers ran out more forcefully. No one knew if the voice was actually from a colleague's soul, or if it was just a hallucination created by madness.

Of course, you will never know.

At the end of the run, the Berserker reaches a giant hole.

Is it the esophagus, or is it through another organ?

It didn't matter which way. The Berserker pulls out the Valisada and plunges into the pit.

I plunged Valisada's blade into the wall as I plunged. I didn't mean to slow down. The soft esophageal wall did not resist the sharp blade in the first place.

The berserker crashes, drawing a long red line around its neck.

* * * * * * *

The pain in the neck took a while to spread through the Devil Dragon's spinal cord.

Sore throat. The dragon raises its head high, unable to resist.

Then he roared to stimulate the neck.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The roar alone caused the eardrums of roaring Berserkers to burst, and some died from shock.

I felt a slight tingling sensation in my throat. As he looks up at the ceiling of the world's water, the dragon Andvari faces a crisis.

The wound itself was not fatal. It was nothing compared to the size of a knife wound.

But the dragon thought:

I felt a foreign body and suddenly a pain came from my neck. What the hell is going on here?

It couldn't have been esophagitis all of a sudden. Having breathed his soul into the ring, the spirit of Andvari always had to remain intact in the most ideal condition.

The horse couldn't hurt itself. Unless something is physically harmed.

You do the damage yourself? Inside? "

It was a ridiculous imagination, but it seemed possible. Turns out I haven't been able to find Lollan. What if you thought your body was too big to find rest, but you disappeared to try something?

The dragon twists its entire body in panic. Another landslide strikes and several berserkers are killed. Nevertheless, they keep running.

I also knew what those hideous beasts were.

Odin's rabbits.

That old man, Odin, a thief and a fraud from all over the world, reaches out again.

The old Andvari was toyed with by the god and the treasure was taken from him. What if I don't get the same humiliation?

Of course we have to kill his dogs. Before a big bite.

But if it's an enemy in the body.

Soon, the dragon Andvari stops moving and concentrates his mind. I whispered in my chest to the golden helmet that spills magic all over my body.

"Kill the parasite that has seeped into your body. ’

* * * * * * *

Since the esophagus wasn't straightened out, the landing stopped immediately. I put Valisada in the stables and pulled out my new sword.

“Odin.”

I blessed him again, and then I ran.

It still seemed to be an esophagus or similar organ, but it was unclear. In fact, it could be a fire-breathing organ, or it could be an unimaginable mysterious organ.

Of course, nothing was certain. How do you know the dragon's body structure?

Lack of knowledge, even visual information, is no longer available.

The magical lights were fading. The light flashes and then goes out.

As soon as the darkness settled, I felt pressure from the Berserker.

Both walls are closing in.

The Berserker is touching and runs around cutting at the boulders. However, the moment the wall finally narrowed, the Berserkers were unable to move forward.

“Ah, ah! ”

I tried to bite down on the approaching flesh with all my body strength and push away the wall as I kicked. However, it could not withstand that mass.

The Berserker was soon buried, but even then, he tried to fight back.

You straighten your sword with your whole back, touching the wall.

As a result, the sword is inserted deep into the retracted wall.

A sword buried in the wall radiates sun-like light. Light was accompanied by heat.

The wall of flesh opens on both sides, as if surprised. With this, the Berserker is barely free, but the air is compressed enough to dissipate, and blood is spilled all over his body.

With prayer, I ran again, adding more resilience to his body. But now I have to run in the dark, alone.

Now, let alone Tarnhelm, I don't see anywhere else to go. I just ran, elongated my sword, and thought it was an obstacle and turned, but my stamina was rapidly consumed while I was busy.

There wasn't much air in this passageway in the first place, but it was gradually disappearing. As if your whole body is cooperating to get rid of invading parasites.

The wall of the passageway moves to get air out. Deflation and expansion. The air in it rushes out to one side.

If you get caught contracting, the Berserker had to move desperately and escape.

The Berserker continues to run, struggling.

Eventually, I reached the end of the corridor.

At that point, the passageway stopped inflating and contracting. If he came all this way, wouldn't he be bothering you anymore? Anyway, the Berserkers kept running.

At some point, the air was clearly insufficient until just now.

Air injection in the vacuum state. I knew what was going to happen.

There was a violent storm in the passageway. The Berserker presses his sword against the wall, but soon he realizes that the only way to face the pressure is to die.

The Berserker is forced to pull the sword from the wall. So the storm sucks out the Berserkers.

In the storm, the body of the Berserker travels a distance that surpasses the distance it has ever run.

Soon, the Berserker reached the stomach.

A giant salamander accepted the Berserker.

Gastric acid was released soon. As the acidic liquid settles on the floor, the Berserker desperately dips his knife into the stomach wall.

“Get lost, get lost! ”

He climbed up, stabbing the wall, but the gastric acid that flowed through the stomach wall was the sheep that would have remained over the berserker's body.

Gastric acid spills over the berserker's body.

Blessed skin survived against the acidity, but not those beneath.

Gastric acid has seeped into the flesh under the skin.

My flesh melted, my muscles melted. The stomach acid covered her face and her breathing was already impossible.

I lost my strength all over. I tried to hold on, but in the end, it was over.

The Berserker is dead.

The sword in the stomach wall, with its hilt in its hand, is still hanging, but that's it.

Finally, the gastric acid eruption stopped. The berserker's corpse hangs on the stomach wall, raging helplessly.

* * * * * * *

I had to concentrate my mind to touch myself.

Then the dragon stops moving for a while. The few surviving berserkers have stopped and are trying to attack the enemy.

Some strike a smoking gun at the thick scales, but no matter how hard they break their own limbs.

Some tried to climb up to the body, but the attempt was quite successful thanks to the stop of the dragon. Eventually, some berserkers managed to climb up the body of the Demon Dragon.

However, if an ant crawls into the dragon's body, it can't be hit. It's natural.

However, the Berserkers crawled to the body and searched for bite-worthy parts of the dragon's body, such as joints or soft skin. However, no weaknesses were found. Scales, or dead skin, only covered the body.

Despite a short breath, the Berserkers climb up.

Some are exhausted. And then he was crushed and added to the body that was already lying around.

After all, only a handful climb up his back, but still no sign of an attack.

If I had nowhere else to go, I'd have to go for my neck or my head. At least that's how I judged the berserkers' wild instincts.

The Berserkers run towards the dragon's head.

In the climb up the neck, a Berserker drops with all his strength. But no one cared. Those fellow Berserkers, and even the Devil with something on his body.

Finally, the Berserkers on its head try to mount a full-scale attack.

If it was the weakest part, it was the eyes. The Berserkers move overhead in a steady posture.

Soon after reaching the eye area, the dragon's eyes are closed and its eyelids are covered.

First, the Berserkers slapped their eyelids again and again to get rid of him.

But there was no income. Even those thin eyelids were too thick for the Berserkers.

My arm froze after hitting me again and again. The Berserkers growl in anger at the air.

Then another berserker rises above the head of the Demon Dragon.

It was a Berserker without hair.

The bald Berserker looks down at the growling Berserkers, then crawls toward the half-abandoned eyelid as they attack.

I stabbed the blade through the eyelid and then gave it my full strength.

The Bald Berserker was a warrior who received a gift from the god Thyr because he fought again and again before Odin lowered his hand. The power was different, and now the body's limits have been lifted.

“Open it!”

The dragon's eyelids slightly opened.

The bald Berserker shoves his foot into the gap.

A fire was burning in the dragon's eyes. The bald Berserker felt my feet burning, but he didn't take them out.

I finally put my strength into the blade like a prybar.

The other berserkers didn't stick to it because they didn't know how to work together, but they tried to open their eyelids together.

Eventually, his eyelids were opened and the burning eyes were revealed.

The Berserkers plunged into it without hesitation.

Their bodies weren't incinerated all at once. Magic fire. It's not very hot. However, it was hot enough to learn human flesh, and the bodies of the Berserkers burned.

Of course, the Berserkers did not try to escape.

I started the attack as it is.

There was an entity under the spark of the eye. I stabbed and stabbed every weapon in the area. He then began to puncture the dragon's eye.

It was shortly after the dragon felt an ideal. Soon, the Devil opened his eyes instead of focusing his mind on the helmet.

One eye was already forced open.

The dragon shakes its head as hard as it can. However, the Berserkers had already dug a hole in it and could not easily get rid of it.

The berserkers continue to dig holes in the blazing fire that surround them.

“Odyin!”

That's what most people chant. However, the bald warrior was not interested in the name of the god.

The bald warrior cries out another name and wields his sword to die.

“Build, better! It's me! Gina! Gina! ”

Eventually, something important appeared, whether it was the nerves of the eye or blood vessels.

The bald warrior swings his sword and severs it. Blood splattered in the fire.

The dragon screamed late.

A tremendous amount of excruciating excitement aroused me. Excitement caused the heart to beat harder.

He swings his sword, his whole body burns, and the Berserkers can hear it.

A heartbeat, a heartbeat.

* * * * * * *

Biceps.

The body shifts and the stomach shifts. The Berserker's body swings from its stomach wall.

Biceps.

The body was wrapped in a grey light.

In the first place, Mozi knew that the chances of death would be quite slim if you broke into the dragon's body. Bacteria and parasites that have invaded the animal body are under attack by resistance forces in the body, including white blood cells.

But Roland only expected it to reach the target, because of the renewal and recovery spells, and the fire resistance, as well as one miracle.

In Roland's character sheet, the Blessed List also lists' The Resurrected '. It was a paladin's favor in the game. Resurrects once upon death.

In Roland's case, it depends on the latter.

I didn't know if I was really blessed in the first place. We can only assume that there is such a blessing because Roland was resurrected in the fight at the temple, and in fact, the resurrection could have been a result of his strong work of regeneration. Roland's memory of being in a trance in the first place could be incorrect.

I wasn't sure whether or not it was going to work in this situation.

The conditions were strict for resurrection orders. It was only until the corpse was sacred and intact that it could be resurrected. And what about that blessing?

I didn't know what to think. He said he would test it out and kill it, but he couldn't save it.

Everything was uncertain, but I didn't think I'd be able to resurrect the rotten shrub. The blessing was a blessing that can be obtained when the paladin is at a low level. It was hard to expect it to be strong enough.

Perhaps Roland was more likely to die and not be resurrected.

Mozzie died feeling guilty.

To say the least, the guilt was lifted. The resurrector is not strong enough to save any corpse. Not to mention if the corpse had melted away under her skin like Lollan did. It was normal not to be resuscitated.

But now the ring in his hand, Nibelung's ring, restrains his soul to his body.

The ring made the wearer's body whole. My body is raging and I hold on to my soul, which is about to fall out of it.

And the power of the blessing spread.

Biceps.

The dragon's heart beats, and the corpse's heart beats.

Biceps.

The loosening skin strains, and the gladiator's eyes open.

Biceps.

The bloodshot eyes head towards the source of the sound. For some reason, it was a loud noise.

Heartbeat, heartbeat. And the rabbit wanted to bite the heart.

The Berserker still clings to the stomach wall, blessing himself and praying. As a result, the power of the spell adds more resilience.

As soon as the muscles finally rise, the Berserker draws his sword and jumps.

My stomach was crushed, but I didn't care. The Berserker runs in a rattling direction.

I pulled out the sword as well as the Valisada, and then I started cutting into the upper wall in that direction.

The upper wall was breached in an instant. The hole was punctured and the stomach acid began to be released there.

You hang on for a moment, waiting for all the stomach acid to leave, and then the Berserker escapes from the top.

And I ran. Towards the heart.

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