To You, Myself
The Skull Army's

This time almost all the hunters participated in the surprise attack, they raided simultaneously following Liana who led the troops from now on. Because Dijara has no charisma as chairman. She saw that mother was really very strong and like capable of doing nothing. In half an hour they arrived.

"Let's brag about our lives in front of those undead!" Shouted Liana, hearing it all in the front row cheering. He saw the encouraging sentence as an insult, more like an insinuation and an insult at the same time. Only Dijara who did not get the spirit, Dijara refused to hear the crisp joke.

The atmosphere broke as the bone troops scattered off course, as did their king appear and Dijara immediately took aim. While holding each gun down, aggressively firing bullets but because it was difficult to hit the head, Dijara only shot the ribs most of the bullets passed between the bones.

Because of the shot Liana realized the existence of the king, she handed everything over to the others and chased after the creature. He must be hunted to death. If it's not ten years away, maybe he'll terrorize people back and nobody wants that. The woman passed through a group of undead soldiers, the possibility of her escaping was quite high, therefore Dijara sighed and she reached for the bag to take out two different pieces.

"Siska please stay away from me."

"No way."

"I don't mean so, we haven't been lovers yet. You fool!" With a slight complaint, Dijara retreated and retracted the safety pin throwing the grenade as hard as possible. As a result, the explosion was very large beyond expectations and even left a large crater, about seven meters.

The assassins carried various objects, though Dijara was unable to make good use of them and was too hopeful. It is called a grenade. It was more like he was holding off a flint explosion, with a pin, then plucking the pin and throwing it before the wick in the container reached the flint. He did not expect the explosion to be that strong.

She went to see Riia, Riia was sipping a drink while healing the wound. Being asked to make a bullet to her grandfather she asked, but Riia sighed, saying, "making it quite easy but the father-in-law said 'pounding the flint is very difficult' it's only natural that you can make it powder."

The point is that the fire stones are initially indestructible, a little bit exposed to sparks or sparks will immediately explode, therefore they use a kind of hammer-like magic tool. When the magic energy flow of the tool will produce a high-power punch depending on how much energy is flowed and plump anything, but the firestone is very sensitive, the tool minimizes sparks not eliminates.

"Because I have low magic energy, then..."

"When you just touched. The rock immediately exploded, but when you did it absolutely did not." Riia sighed, saying, "but what the hell is it that makes my son this brash?"

Riia put a large wooden crate. Looking back, Dijara found a box full of only visible bullets, he threw away his face and hid a big smile by shooting at the cluster of living skeletons. Until the bullet ran out he turned to face Dad. He put on a thick mask, with a flat face, but he could not.

"We didn't hit the flint, but stroked it with the crushing device, consider it a gift" said the father.

"Where are you giving explosives to their child. But if hundreds of thousands of them, how else.." Dijara smiled blankly, looking away with a flat expression. Still trying to pretend.

Ria stands. He unsheathed the sword, in a vague step Dijara heard the whisper, "father-in-law is so wrong, Adi is not happy that he thinks I am a strange person. Gave explosives to my son."

Although the undead army can be said to be quite weak. Still the victims fell because of that, Dijara was inspired to fire all the bullets brought and ask for loss to the union leader later due to the onslaught of bullets. He had only brought two sixty and two thirty magazines, he had not expected to rain down this one army of corpses at all.

Siska with her sword shrouded in flames pierced the opponent, she jumped up and twisted the sword in a straight line form, creating a circular flame that released rapidly. He killed dozens of soldiers at once. In this situation Dijara sighed, as each time she almost fainted because Siska's magic energy came to recover her.

Dijara directed the shot, his left hand tightly grasping the hand protector from the heat. He felt that even if the wood did not drain the heat, he still felt the palms were uncomfortable, while thinking about things that were less than this prototype Dijara pulled the trigger. About twenty seconds into the attack, a number of projectiles killed dozens of troops of skulls.

"What the son of Riia, indeed the father can do as well. But he's like this..."

"I wish I'd trained my son for four years too."

"Have not made my son your talk, you better step aside, let him dabble as usual." said Riia, she looked at Dijara who was smiling in this situation.

The father curled his lips, although the little boy grew up to be a person who was difficult to understand as a father he was quite happy. From the first time he saw a festival commemoration, he was able to make extraordinary things, even with extraordinary capital and costs. It was very worth it for the final result for Ria, although it was not finished yet.

A week after Dijara locked up her room and saw a twig, thinking she was tired of Riia taking her out to see the festival. On the celebration of a child the king married. A warning sound, he saw a soldier igniting a fire behind the bamboo, not knowing what was inside the tool. There was a loud explosion coming out of it, a sign of their marriage being over.

However, at that time the look in Dijara's eyes seemed impressed. Then when he came home he was so happy and shut himself up for a few days, even lazy to practice the sword skipping dinner as well. Recalling that day Riia sighed, she felt that she had inspired her son to make that terrible weapon.

"Buckin' dog! How can it get stuck?!"

"Why is your son so rude when he's upset."

"Juve don't be so honest. I don't know where the curse that came out of her lips," said Ria remembering when she or Liana said such a rude speech.

Put that dirty talk aside. Riia looked at the effect of the so-called assault rifle, about four thousand bone soldiers died because the bullet projectile penetrated and passed through the soldier behind. If every single bullet killed dozens of bone warriors, just watching him made him gulp when he let Dijara.

Everyone is getting excited. The number of skulls is now starting to decrease drastically. Not to be outdone by Dijara, the witches pounded fiercely using their best and large-scale magic. There were even some men, who thought Siska liked the criteria of men who could perform large-scale magic and after that Dijara's assault rifle was referred to as a genocidal tool.