Frenzy Troll

Inside [2]

Until just now, this whole passageway has been impeding its advancement, but now there is nothing like that. It was just shaking like crazy, and there was no problem moving forward.

The Berserker ran.

As I kept running, I quickly blocked the wall. A wall of meat. Of course, the other side will be full of flesh.

It was foolish to tear them all apart. It may be possible, but it must have taken too long.

However, photowarriors were more sensitive to blood than flesh. Its nose and ears detect a river of blood flowing beyond that wall.

Berserkers have always coveted the blood of their enemies.

“Aaaahhh! ”

The Berserker wields his sword in both hands. At first glance, even though it seemed to swing with all its might, its movements were now technological. Balisadaro cuts the flesh, and the blade tears the cut and pulls it out.

You move your sword desperately as your arm grows numb. until almost all the oxygen from that arm was gone.

Finally, something in front of me appeared.

It was hard to notice that it was a blood vessel. It just seemed a little different from the part where it was revealed.

However, the Berserker swung his sword at it. And waterfalls.

A cannon-like fountain burst from a perforated vessel.

The shoulder of the Berserker hit by the fountain of blood is sore. It was enormous pressure.

Of course, the river of blood in those blood vessels burst into even stronger pressures. Can the body survive being trapped inside?

Despite this urgency, the Berserker hesitates for a moment.

It's been too long since I've been in a trance. I'm starting to get a sense of reason.

And then I remembered the death of Moji. The Berserker suddenly considers whether he can return to Valhalla.

The odds are slim. Mozi, who is now dead, could not have gone to Valhalla. Even though I couldn't explain why, I felt like it would be so.

What if I die? ’

The pain and horror accompanied by reason was about to solidify his body. Sorrow over fear, anger over sorrow.

A colleague we've worked with is dead.

Roland grips his sword tightly. The sunlight, which had not been able to provide even light until just now, emitted intensely and filled this narrow space.

The heat emitted there was not just dangerous because of the temperature. The magical power contained within it encroaches the surrounding space. A power that interferes with healing.

The blood vessels' wounds gradually spread, unable to withstand the blood pressure.

The holes in the blood vessels expanded considerably as a person enters.

With blood on his hands, Roland plunges into it.

So the river of blood swallowed up Roland's body.

I suffocated and pressured my whole body.

As he surrendered to the intense blood flow, Roland felt a heartbeat coming from the other side.

It seemed as though my body was moving towards you. Before that, I thought I was going to die.

Is it the blessing of the sword to not suffocate in this blood?

I felt like my whole body was going to collapse before I suffocated in the first place. Her eyes parted from the pressure exerted on her whole body.

To relieve some of the pressure in his body, Roland opens his mouth.

Soon there was blood in his mouth. While my whole body was drawn to the blood, only bubbles rose around my nose and mouth.

Roland desperately moves his arm and takes it to his face. And I managed to shove my eyeball back in somehow.

As soon as I closed my eyes, another scene opened up in front of me.

* * * * * * *

“Dragon blood. That is it. The blood of the mighty dragon will restore your original form, Roland. ”

Odin says Roland bows carefully. Don't let the blood touch him.

Odin said.

“I will bless you. ”

Along with the Declaration, blood from Roland's body seeps into his skin. Soon Roland's body regained its original color. Now only the armor is red with blood.

Roland shouts passionately.

“The original power has returned! ”

Odin says bitterly, expressing his appreciation.

“But it won't last forever. In order to give proper blessings, we need to forge not only the blood, but also the soul. To make the blessing you just gave last forever, you must kill the dragon. Can you do that? ”

“Of course I'd be happy to. Lord.”

“Then I will give you a proper gift when the slaying of the dragon is done. At that time, it will not be in return for the gift but · · · · · · · the ring. ”

Odin looks at the golden ring in his robes and speaks.

“Can you give it to me? ”

I was careful not to be such a great giver. A long time ago, Odin was rejected for making the same offer to a hero who was his own flesh and blood. At that time, he could have revenge, but now he was nowhere to be found.

But Roland replied with ease.

“Of course I'd be happy to! Anything I have! ”

And Odin laughs. He wagged his tongue.

“What do I owe you in return? ”

“I don't need it! ”

In response, Odin laughs out loud.

I was in terrible pain just by shouting out loud, but I wasn't in great pain at this moment.

A thrown photon shop. The laughter only calms down after filling this empty sky.

Then Odin said.

“A price! Everything has a price! Even if you don't need it, I'll give it to you! ”

“Oh, Lord. ”

“Yes, Roland! My great warrior! Leave now! And I'll see you when you get rid of that stupid dwarf! ”

Odin smiles again. This is another fancy place. A fancy place to remind everyone that Odin is also a god of madness.

The laughter subsides, and Roland disappears before Odin's eyes.

* * * * * * *

When she opened her eyes, she felt a significant reduction in the pressure exerted on her entire body.

The air was still insufficient and not free, but I didn't feel like my whole body was going to collapse right away.

I was satisfied with that right away.

As she drifted down, Roland guessed, the dragon's blood was flowing backwards. The reason for reflux is probably due to excessive excitement or other reasons you might not understand.

It wasn't going to continue anyway.

As a result, Roland swings his sword without hesitation as the flow of blood slows.

I put a hole in the blood vessel and put myself back in the flesh. And I dug a hole in that flesh.

Now the work speed is significantly slower than before. Now she's completely sane and in agony, and she's already exhausted.

But I kept my mouth shut and repeated the work I had done earlier. Cut the flesh, dig it.

With every slash, Roland thinks he's going to go berserk again. I thought I'd be better off if I gave myself back to madness.

However, before surrendering myself to my instincts, I tried to use my rationality.

Roland glances around, shining his sword like a light.

Where is the Dragon Heart?

Of course, I couldn't tell even if I saw it. You wouldn't happen to know the dragon body of a veterinarian.

However, I desperately looked forward to at least catching a clue.

At the end of the search, I noticed that at least one of the flesh was dark in color.

I didn't know if it was a mistaken eye or if it had anything to do with my heart. But Roland lunges at you. Of course, the diaphragm works by digging up flesh.

I was so bored again.

Rawland was almost exhausted and was about to cry out Odin's name.

A large blood vessel is revealed from the cave you dug.

"Artery?"

It didn't matter anymore. Roland tracks it down and digs a tunnel.

So I found a joint.

"Empty space in the body"? ’

I wanted to know what it was, but Roland took a step forward.

His feet are empty.

I almost slipped and fell. Lollang swallows a short breath and lowers his sword to reflect a faint light.

There was an empty front as well as a bottom.

I didn't know what it meant. Roland hesitates for a moment, but then plunges into the pit.

The only thing that caught Roland's eye was darkness.

My feet twitch in anxiety. Now I don't really know what it is, but Roland moves on into the darkness.

* * * * * * *

The Devil Andvary is halfway mad. I couldn't stand the foreign body.

The parasite that had invaded the body was advancing to the most important organ. I could feel it.

Even the parasite was moving forward with malice. The dragon could not have doubted that.

We know who the parasite is.

Finally, the nearby berserkers were wiped out. All those who attacked the snow burned to death, and the rest of them sinned, not overcoming the shock even if just the dragon's body twitched.

But there was no sign of Roland.

Now the foreign body can't get any bigger, so it's dancing in the middle of the body.

The dragon sighs and concentrates its spirit on Tarnhelm. To see for myself how far this crazy parasite has gone.

It wasn't hard to find. I looked around Tarnhelm and I saw it right away. The dragon cries out for it.

I saw the parasite, his knight.

Right in front of Tarnhelm. I was walking towards Tarnhelm.

“No! ”

How do we stop him?

You make a giant fleshy monster out of yourself? Or do we create a giant to stop him?

It was possible to do such an amazing thing, but I didn't think it would be much fun. He was the one who killed the giant like a child.

Then which enemy do we have to give up to stop him?

The dragon's anxiety drove it to rotate its giant brain. Onacus, the winged tiger, and all sorts of powerful enemies passed by his head, but he could not be trusted.

If so, why not?

‘Ah.'

Suddenly, the Devil thought of an enemy that the Berserker could never hurt.

An enemy that Odin's Berserkers could never defeat, not just him.

Soon, the Devil prayed to Tarnhelm. Implement your imagined enemy.

The lump of flesh soon changed and granted its wish · · · · · · ·.

* * * * * * *

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared from beyond.

He covers his eyes with his palms and removes them. As a result, I paused for a moment in the scene that caught my eye.

Roland looks at the old man before his eyes. Thanks to the light from behind, I can clearly see the old man's appearance.

The old man pressed on the giant peak hat, saying.

“Roland, I can't say I'm glad. That's why you came to me. ”

Roland mutters.

“Odin?”

The old man nods gladly at Odin.

“Yes, I am your master. Roland.”

Of course, Odin was the work of the Demon Dragon. Thanks to the memory of the Demon Dragon, Tarnhelm has almost perfectly reproduced Odin's tone and appearance.

Although this statue was just a lump of flesh, it was the perfect Odin statue. The Devil was confident in that.

Of course, there's a God who's suddenly gone missing. I know it's suspicious enough, but what's he gonna do?

Now, what the dragon created in my body was the greatest statue of Odin in the world. How dare the Cultists of Odin destroy it?

The dragon mutters as he smiles at Odin's face.

“Your voice is different. ”

The expression stiffens with the expression on their faces.

What the hell does that mean? Obviously, the voice is perfectly embodied.

In fact, the voice was perfect. It was definitely Odin's voice.

But not for Roland to hear. Odin's voice, remembered by Roland, was the voice of an old man choking. I always heard that voice hanging from my neck.

Odin's voice, on the other hand, is the voice of an arrogant god of war.

Both voices were similar, but clearly different.

The dragon becomes anxious to see if there was a mistake, but soon it sighs as if trying to cover the anxiety.

“What, you don't want to hear your master's voice after all these years? You want me to shut up? Is Odin's voice so disgusting that I'm a poet? You pervert! If you want to be forgiven, you need to get down on your knees right now and beg for forgiveness! ”

His arrogant attitude that everything should obey him was also perfectly Odin's. The god of war that the Dwarf remembered was always like that.

But that's not what Odin remembers. The poor old man was graceful in the middle of the noose, but did not yell at me. The old man always asked Lollan in a kind and eager voice.

I couldn't get it wrong.

Soon, Roland draws his sword. Gram, also known as the corner, pulls out the sword, also known as the foot.

Odin cries out in fear and fury before his eyes.

“Which safety are you going to draw your sword or be a dog that bites its owner! ”

Of course, Roland didn't think it was my master. He aims his sword and walks out slowly.

Odin pulls out a spear from his back. The shape alone was a perfect archer.

“How dare you confront the spear of promise? ”

Roland confronts you. He swings his sword, and Odin slams into his inner palace.

Screaming. The rune spear said the Dwarves had broken off the world's hardest branch.

Odin steps back, stumped.

Odin screams almost as Roland continues.

“I am Odin! You can never hurt me! ”