Episode 628: Growth (2)
With their calm demeanor, they definitely deserved to be called elite.
Remedy-!
chuck-!
Maybe it was because he saw the lightning magic falling right in front of his eyes.
The scarred mercenaries take off their plate armor one by one.
You’re different from the other guys who are full of muscles up to their heads.
Ray said with a smile.
“You can use it if you take it off anywhere.”
“Unlike you, who are slender, it has a body that is not ashamed to show to anyone.”
I was speechless at those words.
If you look at the muscles that are attached well, the appetite is bitter.
Maybe it’s because his mana reached its peak after he gained enlightenment in the dungeon.
Ray doesn’t have much to say about his muscles.
Even the upper body, which had been hard enough, was now moderately soft, so the solemn dream of peeling firewood in front of Aira was in vain.
When the mercenaries touched the wrath of the plan of love, Ray also became enraged.
“If I don’t have it, I will break it!”
Raised mana to the limit.
The fire that bloomed from his hand was literally reminiscent of the gatekeeper of hell.
The elite, who were very nervous, quickly kicked the ground.
“Avoid!”
I’m afraid to run out of words.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam-!
Dozens of fireballs reduced the place where they were standing to ashes.
Mercenaries stab their swords through thick clouds of dust.
Ley, who twisted her body to avoid the sword, quietly raised her left knee.
Then another mercenary sprayed sword light where his left foot had been and disappeared.
As if they had come to see the future.
Ray avoided all of the mercenaries’ attacks by just one inch.
The mercenaries who dealt with him were dumbfounded and became frightened.
‘Does this make sense?’
‘The world’s Leven can’t defeat even a single child…’
When he mixes with the sword, he avoids his seat and when he fights, he moves like a ghost and throws it away. It was his first time fighting like this, so the embarrassment doubled.
“What are you doing with your proud body?”
Ray held out both hands at the mercenary whose chest was completely open.
Turong-!
Like knocking on a drum.
With a clear sound, the mercenary vomited blood and flew.
There was no room for screaming.
can only be days.
The mercenary who was hit by that one blow flopped like fallen leaves in autumn.
“Keugh!”
Did you decide that there would be nothing good if you dragged your time?
The mercenaries who lost their comrades were indignant and made fun of the sword.
The momentum is stronger than before.
Rather than widen the distance, Ray moved closer to them.
When the opponent who thought they would run away came closer on their own, the mercenaries exclaimed joy in their hearts.
‘Where’s the wizard topic!’
Wizards, who are relatively weak in close-range combat, cannot beat swordsmen without keeping a distance.
To visit Saji while ignoring the orthodoxy.
It is clear that he has no practical experience unlike his skills.
“It’s over!”
The swords of the mercenaries flew in all directions.
Perhaps he thought it was his last move, the sword aura that formed at the end of the sword felt fierce.
Ray silently watched the descending sword, but soon began to move gracefully. Like a
snake
walking through a bush.
His new model, moving in harmony, avoids the swords of the mercenaries one after another.
Embarrassed, they turned their swords and briskly used their hands, but once the loophole was exposed, they could not stop it.
TOOOOOOONG!
Turong-!
Blood fountains burst everywhere.
Every time I hear a sound, a mercenary flies in the sky.
Even the goblins who were running away from the bizarre sight stopped and watched the scene for a while.
“Kieheek…”
It looks quite painful.
I would have died if I had been hit by a sword, but flying through the sky after being hit in the chest was never acceptable.
It wasn’t just the goblins who were watching.
A group of people in black who looked down on the battlefield from behind lit up their eyes.
* * *
Seeing a young man who appeared from some time ago and subdued the mercenaries in an instant.
People in black, who were leisurely watching from a distance, reacted.
“It appeared.”
“My land seems to be disappearing, but of course I have to run. Anyway, it’s definitely not normal.”
The man in black looked down at the battlefield with his arms crossed.
The mercenaries, who say they use some strength with his few punches, are swept away like autumn leaves.
Only a handful of elites could not stand it and collapsed, so there was nothing more to see than the third-rate mercenaries who followed him.
“Shall we prepare?”
He shook his head at the servant’s question.
“no. Since the Lord has stepped forward, we await orders here.”
As he spoke, his gaze never moved away from Ray.
The last step he showed.
The movement, which was somehow familiar, was that of the black room.
‘He must have known we were watching.’
There was nothing to ask why.
An obvious provocation.
It is an expression of confidence, saying don’t take it out and attack it.
When the thought reached that point, he gritted his teeth.
‘He’s a crazy guy who wants to die.’
I wanted to run right now and cut off the supply and demand, but the superior directly stepped forward, but pouring cold water on it is not the way to do it.
Because of this, he had to swallow his anger and maintain his composure.
“Instruct the mercenaries not to retreat. Wait until the Lord comes.”
“yes. However, it is questionable whether the mercenary leader will readily accept the order.”
“At that time, his name must have run out.”
Seeing his murderous eyes, Suha politely withdrew.
“I’ll let you know.”
“Hurry up. We have to sort things out before the relief force arrives from the top half of Hafman.”
“yes. All right.”
When the subordinate with the answer went away, he showed his teeth and sneered.
‘The tough four also end here.’
At first glance, the victory on the battlefield seemed to favor the goblins, but the reality was completely different.
The only one among the members who knew Daeju’s arrangements, he was thrilled when everything went back to Daeju’s prediction.
“Look forward to what awaits after this.”
* * *
My throat was full of breath.
It is difficult to move the body.
The mana that did not know the end was slowly revealing the floor, and the fists that seemed to be able to break rocks began to tremble.
‘If we go on like this, we will lose.’
The opponent is a black magician who handles the magic that can be said to be his opposite.
Even the level was not low, so it was not difficult to deal with.
The middle-aged man’s magic changes the terrain at once.
It was hard to move because the body was cold due to the rain.
Zeke, who managed to avoid the demonic spear that passed by his shoulder, widened the distance and caught his breath.
“Heo-eok… heo-eok…”
A sweet smell emanated from his mouth as the fierce battle continued for a long time.
The person black people call Daeju.
He admired Zeke, who was still standing there staring at him.
“Oh, how patient you are. The demonic energy permeated and the pain would be considerable.”
As he said, the scars on Zeke’s body were stained black.
remnants of magic.
The pain was indescribable as the near-impossible aura that beings in the middle world could not endure permeated through the sword.
Had it not been for enlightenment, death would not have been avoided.
‘If at least I had time to absorb the realization…’
Originally, a new state requires time to adapt.
It was put into practice before making it one’s own, so its practicality is inevitably low.
In fact, the swords he threw were not doing any real damage to Dae-ju.
As the situation became desperate, Zeke decided to drag his time.
He lowered his sword and raised his remaining hand.
“It is surrender. Why don’t we just leave each other behind?”
Dae-ju, who was dumbfounded by the words, burst into laughter.
“ha ha ha. What a fun joke. Do you think that makes sense?”
“There is nothing wrong. You wouldn’t want to suffer more damage than this, would you?”
“damage? Do you think I will step down as much as those mercenaries die?”
I don’t know how many mercenaries die.
His purpose was only the downfall of the territory and the death of the saint.
Zeke knew that too, so he didn’t say much.
“I ask you one thing. Is there any reason for the black faction to attack the current principality, which has not even become a small country?”
Dae Joo answered the question as if it were natural.
“A saint’s territory is where faith gathers. Can’t we wait and see Gaia’s power grow stronger?”
What is this again?
faith?
Gaia?
Zeke’s complexion changed strangely.
‘Are they afraid of the birth of a new kingdom?’
Since they are the ones who deal with magic, it is only natural that they would be reluctant to have the holy power that can be said to be the opposite of that.
However, it was a bit strange to attack a principality that was just being established.
Did he even read Zeke’s thoughts?
Dae-joo said, gathering demonic energy in both hands.
“The sooner you prune the unwanted shoots, the better. When you grow up, you have to use bigger numbers eventually.”
“Thank you for your answer.”
“Have you reached the point where you have no regrets before you die?”
“okay.”
“Goodbye, then.”
He memorized the starting language along with the words.
“Dark spear.”
Whoa-!
A resonant sound spreads and the demons gather together.
In response, Zeke also pulled out the last remaining divine power.
“….”
Two sharply divided energies overflow to invade each other’s territory.
Relatively huge magic and less holy power.
Like the opposite energy, each time they collided, an explosion exploded.
Kwaaaang-!
Pan-!
“It was a very good skill. But the opponent was bad.”
end of speech.
Let Daeju’s fingers move.
Numerous ink-colored spears formed above his head and flew at Zeke’s vitals.
Zeke hastily moved and had to hit the demon with his own hands.
Kakakakakang-!
I try to beat it with a sword filled with divine power, but it is not enough.
There was no qualitative difference, but there was a significant quantitative gap.
If he was a river, his opponent was the sea.
Hands move quickly.
Every time the divine power struck magic, the spears that lost their power fell to the ground, but the spears that could not block them made scars on Zeke’s body.
Piik-!
Pick-!
As the number of stab wounds increased one by one, the hand holding the sword lost strength.
Turong-!
‘Aww!’
Enduring the fierce offensive that came in through the cracks.
He struggled to live somehow.
It was around the time I had just knocked out the spear that had just been caught in front of my eyes.
Her complexion turned white from the mass of demonic energy flying into her chest.
“Now rest in peace, creature.”
like an order.
Only the last words of Dae-joo lingered in my ears.
