96 95 Stories Asshole Master and Stupid Apprentice

"Pure Giganto of the Great Tree", which drowned his head (Kobe) without power and was bound by stone armor.

Jotun, the king who once united the flourishing Kingdom of the East Giant (Giga Makina).

Alchemist who obeyed such a great being and transcended the death of old.

Richie Damond has been soliciting me to be his apprentice.

: Make a covenant with your younger brother?

: Yes or No:

Look at the log that appeared in front of you and look at the 'yes' or 'no' option.

The more holes there are, the better.

If I tap 'yes' on this log...... I'm sure a new door will open up on my stopped alchemy path. The path Mr. Damon has taken is the supreme alchemy itself. It's a very fascinating story to be able to learn that.

But it is also true that the desire lured the Titans to their doom.

"Disciple, is it..."

"Come on! What do you say? Tamango, the most promising alchemist in the future, has disappeared in recent times! Even as a weasel, disciples are where they want to be."

I shut up for a while and slowly open my mouth.

"... ok"

"Ohh! Like, like, like! Then why don't we just sign a pawn contract?"

"But before I do, I have one request."

"Mmm-hmm?

In all likelihood, I brought Mr. Damon a conditional presentation that would reverse the position just now.

"There is only one first thing I want you to tell me at the dawn of your apprenticeship. Be sure to tell me that, will you?

"Who do you think you are? All you need to know about your apprentice is to be quick, polite, easy to understand, simple and clear!

Mr. Damon takes the rusty crown out of his head and starts spinning it with a circle and index finger.

"It's annihilating and resailing to profess, immortal (metsu) wi alchemist! Richie! Damon! It is!

"Thank you. Mr. Damond."

I wish that was the case.

I bowed my head respectfully, kneeling (kneeling first), and tapped the 'yes' of choice without hesitation.

Then I feel my surroundings dim with my skin.

My gaze is fixed at Mr. Damon's feet, so I don't know what's going on in detail. I just feel somewhat darker around me.

"Mr. Taro... it's okay..."

"Oh my God, those miserable aura..."

"The Heavenly Lord is dyeing the darkness... and the Heavenly Lord uses the opposite pole of holiness and evil."

Totally turned into a gallery, I can hear PT members whispering at each other somehow with Boso, but now I concentrate on Mr. Damon's trends.

"Do you swear to be my disciple if you, the breath that seals reason from time immemorial, imitate the wisdom of the wise rebel god Mizgard?

As it flows, without precipitation, the wording of the pledge is released from the mouth of the skeleton.

I answer that solemnly.

"I swear."

"If I be-"

Katsung and Mr. Damon struck the cane on the floor and rang.

Then red and black glowing lines float up on the ground, and they spread in circles around Mr. Damon. That dark and ominous line forms a variety of patterns, sublimes me to the magic formation, and swallows me within its boundaries as well.

"Make my unclean, immortal (mezzi) - divide the will of doomsday and resei, inherit (zi) -"

And then again, the cuttle-dried sound rings between the master's wand and the stone floor.

"Taro, my dear apprentice."

Make it a magic formation that blinks like blood, make it a fog of lame lacquer black, and it sure looks evil itself. But the strained air and the strictly quiet atmosphere was something that made me feel terribly sacred.

Its colour embodies the very path that Richie Damond, named Immortal, has taken. And I'm just like him... no, I breathed in my chest and closed my eyes when I let him walk any further down the road.

And respond to the Master's call.

"Yes, my great master."

That's how I became Richie Damon's apprentice in the clear.

Thanks to the doth black magic that pervades my surroundings, what a strange expression it may be to be sunny, but at least my feelings were full of joy.

"Welcome to the endless world of eagles! Let's do a memorial shoot."

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"Alchemist Richie Damond" [Photo]

[One of the disciples of New Age Saint-Germain, the alchemist of divine wisdom. Originally, he specialised in the field of demonic (monster) race characteristics, mating, and new breeds. As its development system, it succeeds in producing synthetic beasts (chimeras) and merges itself with 'Richie', an immortal undead king who is good at necromancy. The feat he may have achieved is not 'Genesis', which leads to the future. But carving decadence into his chest, he is definitely the one who overturned the end and death and stepped into the divine domain]

: The soul of 'Alchemist Richie Damond' has been plucked:

: Crusade "Alchemist Richie Damond" taken and "Mad (Pruitt) Bloodless Darkness (Schwartz)" will stay in the photo:

My master, wow... I mean, I guess being able to crusade is classified as a monster...

Anyway, I realize you were able to apprentice to an amazing person once again after reading the information in the photo.

"First of all, I'll give you the assignment."

"Huh?"

I was impressed and delayed cutting my question to my master as promised. To fill that gap, the master threw the assignment ahead of time, and a question mark came to mind.

"With your strength, you're still short of strength to serve as an assistant to the eagle."

"Assistant, is it?

"It's an honor! As assistants, we will be responsible for the research together, and only the disciples will be determined!

"Ha, ha."

Pushed by the momentum of my master, I reply well too.

Then...

: I received "The Old Book of Alchemy (Alchemi Classica)" x 1:

: I received "Spark in the Light of Life (Lantern)" x3:

: I received "Toddler's Meat" x3:

: I received "The Blood of the Heavenly Wings (Chlora)" x9:

All of a sudden, a log circulated by our master, Richie Damond, transferring tons of materials and items.

This... what the hell?

The moment I saw an unknown name or group of materials that I had never heard of.

Excitement and joy rush through my whole body.

That's right, my master.

Even now, I want to activate the ability "Appraisal Eye" to find out what Master Damon gave me. But I manage to pull my reason into the depths of a corner of my head and face my master at the critical point.

"Thank you...... this, what is this?

I can see at first glance that it is a precious thing.

I got you something like that. For starters, thanking you is a muscle.

"The rest depends on your alchemy."

"And?

"Already you, hitsy. What you need is tweety. In that hand! I have everything! Only, let's tweet."

As far as challenges are concerned, I don't talk to everyone.

I did everything I needed, so let me discover for myself.

I guess that's what my master does.

If so, I will follow it as a disciple until I meet my expectations.

"My master, I will use it dearly!

"Uh-huh."

"By the way, Master... apart from the challenge, it's an earlier promise..."

"Hmm? You still want answers? The eagle heard your wish, Tsi. No, the eagle still seemed immature, too. Only, let's tweet."

Perhaps it is very painful to make further demands before receiving an important group of items in alchemy.

And the master gave me very hard air to hear, so I have to hold my mouth.

The master of the skeleton laughs lightly at me like that.

"Nghhh! Good! Nice! That kind of humility has the qualities of a good disciple (Shizi)! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Seeing my master snort over and over again, I'm just a little whacked.

"That was a promise, anything. I, soon! Looks like you had something to tell me! Shh, shh! Ask Doddon and the eagle about quality."

Master's permission has been obtained, and I will say what concerns me.

"How can we free the Titans from their dead bodies?

Again, the Giants want to let you go if they can. If I had no means of emancipation in the first place, I would have no hitter. Then we need to encourage alchemy with the temper to explore it ourselves and create new ways of doing so. But if the master already knows how to break the Titans curse, that's what I want to keep in my ear.

But actually freeing the souls of the giants… Alchemy comes next as a priority.

In other words, the study of the master is completed and if it has been used, it is freed with forgiveness from the master.

That's the priority I set in me.

I don't have to think I'm terrible at what I've come to.

But I'm still an alchemist for contraindications.

I want to see the end of the alchemy that my master would have done with me.

"What the heck! It's that simple, Earl!

To my question, the master leaned his neck.

As if it were a few final questions of little importance, without precautions and in a mild tone.

"It's easy to free the Titans of their souls from their wreckage. First of all, we need to get them out of the control of the walrus as a first step. After that, the Purification Conference will lead the soul to where it should be."

Master Damon snapped his wand and raised one arm of empty white bone upwards.

"I do not invite the power (from Tsi) to destroy and sometimes regenerate... degradation and memories, dreams, the logic of holiness... to rule the soul and black balls. Become a divergence in my name…" Signs of Sacred Moon Tayu (Luces •) Collapse (Arya •) (Sieg) "

The master does not go through a long chant, but thrashes up less of his usual weird intonation. Then a dazzling white sphere occurred in the master's hand.

Its white light, like ripples swinging on the surface of the water, runs through space, illuminating and scattering its surroundings over and over again.

"The Word of the Necromancer, laid down by the eagle, and the Word to ease the pledge of the Dark Moon. Let's just tweet the chants that combine them with the mouths of the eagles themselves, and now you can escape my rule."

The master, who dwells in his hand the bright light, explains it in a caricature and upbeat mood.

And a few moments later.

My master glanced at his mouth and opened it so that the colors and jaws would hang from his cheeks.

"Ahhh."

"Huh? Ah..."

I see my master suddenly losing himself, and I can't believe it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Maybe we haven't really lifted control of the Titans right now, have we?

Could a master, after all, possibly even be an asshole? Rude thoughts can't help but blur my brain.

"I did this to you. Heh! Only, let's tweet it!

Because I had a hunch, or my predictions were false.

If you look behind the master, the supermassive giant that associates the summit of the mountain, the Pure Giganto of the Great Tree, pokes both fists up to heaven, and even now that giant hand is about to be slapped against us.

Besides, the noble giants Nobles Giant, who surround us, were also trying to wield each weapon with the seriousness and agility that lies in its giant.

Spearheads and bodies that could easily smash houses and walls are coming at us.

"" Chant Destruction (Spelling), "" The Dark Coffin of the Four (Foss) "

I heard my master whining.

At the same time, the vision was closed to black, followed by a roar and a loud swing.

What the hell happened? And when I'm upset, the system logs flow.

: The effect of "Dark Coffin" darkens vision and absorbs up to 6000 total damage:

: Unable to move during activation:

: Opening the lid of the coffin soothes the darkening of vision. However, the disabling number of damage is halved:

Apparently, my master protected me from the Giants' attack.

Or Dark Coffin (Yamitsuki)? The offsettable number was galloping, and the number 1436/6000 was currently slammed out. Does that mean there are 4564 left?

"Mr. Tallo, what the hell is this..."

"You don't see anything."

"It's dark!

Apparently, my master applied a protective magic called 'The Dark Coffin' to everyone in the PT as well, and I was just a little relieved.

"Guys, stay jizzy!

That's what I screamed and opened the lid of the coffin for nothing.

Then, 1735/3000 and the limit value that can disable the damage were gagged down. Instead, his vision also switched from black to something like being wrapped in a dim dark vale, so that he could grasp what was going on around him.

Firstly, Mina, Announ and Lily seemed to be trapped in a coffin of everlasting darkness, with three coffins (hiccups) unnaturally standing in the temple.

I guess this makes me feel the same way.

Then look for the person who should be checked for cheap next.

I swiftly glanced up, down, left and right at my neck... I was there.

My master was desperate to attack the swarmed giants, gathering the fog of darkness, but dancing hilariously through the air.

We seem to be experiencing only the aftermath, triggered by the Giants' attack, but we are still convinced that the battle is in a different dimension from our own to see where the endurance of the coffin is diminishing.

When the master raises one hand, many pitch-black columns stand side by side, inhibiting the giants' movement. Between and among its pillars moreover emerged things like red and black energy bodies, and the giants who touched it were causing their flesh parts to disappear, as if they had also been eaten by pockaroos and black holes.

Still, the giant's overwhelming power and tremendous reach have relentlessly plunged the master into destitution.

The darkness magic of the highest peak and the physical attacks of the highest level collide many times, the aftermath of which becomes air vibration, scattering destruction around.

There is a spectacular offensive battle going on.

Widespread onslaught of massive passive, besides immense and absolutely proud giants. The figure of the Master, who jerks it off and continues to take the darkness and respond, must have been exactly the king of the undead sitting at the apex of the Necromancer. Furthermore, the numerous mysterious phenomena carried out by the master probably also use alchemy in combination. I went beyond my understanding and repainted my imagination.

So I find myself a disciple of a person who dares to struggle desperately, and I panic through my thoughts wondering if there is anything I can do.

As far as the giants are concerned, reason is lost.

I guess I am now just freed from the control of my master and rambling around my master due to instinctive hatred.

Then you have to somehow get your reason back!

So determined, I rub "Flash Stone" against the lid of the coffin and close my eyes.

If you feel the dazzling sunlight diffuse behind your eyelids and open your eyes softly.

"Gore, opportunistic nari......"

"Damon, you're treading, Michonne Iteal."

"First NoGaga (...), Fatal (...) Dattana, Damon"

"Thank you Sulzo, Lord Yi, Angel of the Sun"

The giants, who regained their intelligence and memory, gained even more momentum in their attacks, mainly King Yotun.

"Mi, guys, stop!

But my plea did not reach the hearts and minds of the giants who endured long suffering and humiliation.

The Dark Skeleton, Richie Damon, was pushed into a huge series of strikes that went on indefinitely.

"My dear apprentice! Listen to me!

While we could exchange such a fierce battle, my master shouted out karakara.

As if, at a time when I realized I was close to dying.

"Your love for alchemy is real! But hey, love for alchemy doesn't matter!

Because of his love for one woman, the teachings of a man who destroyed a nation of giants and continued to wield even his soul as an experimental material came within a war-dust (spiral) winding temple.

"What to turn that love toward, for whom, and what to make. Wii, push the alchemy path."

Has the master driven his priorities crazy because of the strong love he holds within it?

A walk that does not consider the weight of life or soul a sacrifice.

And I'm sure that in the battle we're about to lose to the bodies of angry giants now... if we hadn't had some kind of protective magic at first hand, we could have stood around better.

"That's the supreme proposition. Yume, don't forget."

Such a dumb alchemist's words etc......

Such as the end of Master Idiot, who decided to keep his disciples and their friends safer than himself... I can refer to it...

"Yes, Master...... I'll carve those words on your chest!

I lift up my eyes and respond to my master with a voice that is about to tremble.

Then, the master heavily dodged the Giants' attack and landed with a fog of darkness in front of me.

"Don't look sad like that. Stupid apprentice!

Master Damon, who knows me greatly, even though he has taught me very little.

"The eagle is immortal... now immature, but I entrusted you with the resurrection of the eagle."

And from the top of his head, by the king of giants, a giant fist was pretended down, and literally the white bone of the master was scattered in pieces.

The figure of the master, crushed to the ground, looked unbroken, both seeing and seeing. It's so sad, it's really too scattered.

But if you think about what your master has done, it may be a natural reward.

Even if I try to tell myself so, I can't soak up my sense of loss.

"... I will entrust you firmly, Master Asshole..."

: Because of our alliance with the Titans, "Crazy (Pruitt) Bloodless Darkness (Schwartz)" dwelt in [PHOTO]:

: 'Richie's Bone' dropped:

: 'Golden Rusty Crown' dropped:

; "The Necromancer King's Staff" dropped:

: "The Dark Wet (Nu) Dead Tall Stone of Immortality" dropped:

All I could do was watch the log flow until it was heartless.