EP.192 Say you want to live – 8
‘Kuk.’
For a moment, Wolfen’s consciousness faded. Blood splattered and bones shook. A shuddering shock rang through my head, and as if even that wasn’t enough, it hit my whole body.
Wolfen somehow managed to hold on with his mental strength and straightened his stance. The narrow distance was far, but now was not the time to care about it.
A tingling sensation all over the body, as if you were facing a tiger. Wolfen had felt a similar feeling before. none other than the abyss.
When faced with an irresistible strong person, the strength of human beings themselves, as if nothing similar would work.
The difference in strength makes even the will to resist meaningless.
It was felt even by the young general in front of him.
‘I should have run away…!’
But it’s already too late. Just like when dealing with a magician, the only right choice was to resist from the moment you touched the other person’s sight.
Having regained his senses, Wolfen raised his arm to grab the sword again.
Then something passed in my field of vision. Shortly thereafter, his left arm was cut off.
Blood splattered under the cloak, and the lower part of the elbow on the left arm flew in a strange direction. Wolfen witnessed with his own eyes a part of his body giving up on him.
bang.
A gunshot followed. And the pain that came much later than that.
“Oh write. It’s okay now.”
At the end of the trajectory, I saw a musketeer aiming a gun. Blue flames blazed from the gun in her hand.
“It’s a simple rule. I ask and you answer. Whenever he doesn’t answer, one of his limbs is blown off. How is it easy to understand even with your buggy brain?”
It wasn’t gunpowder. Even gunpowder can’t generate this much power.
The limit of anti-tank pore. It is to put extremely compressed pores into a bullet and explode it at once to bounce it off.
Gunpowder is weak. If so, it shoots through the air.
The barrel cannot withstand the impact. If so, strengthen it with qigong.
The recoil is great. offset by pore
Technical principle tool.
The strongest weapon created by qigong that surpasses anything created by humans overcomes even anti-tank qigong.
Only words are guns, but in reality they are no different from spears. A spear of infinite length that can be fired by flicking a finger.
but. It wasn’t without hope.
‘…This is a bullet I just made. Then that gun is empty. then.’
The last move you can make to stay alive. Even if you can’t kill it, you have to at least injure it in order to escape safely.
then.
Wolfen stretched out his left arm. He grabbed his flying left arm with his Qigong and charged, spraying the blood. A creepy cross-section of bone and muscle was shown.
“Wow. I still don’t feel well…”
Wolfen lowered her face as if she was going to vomit, and rushed at her with all his might.
With his right arm, which is still intact, he held out a sword that had been split in half. At the same time, he secretly took out the dagger he had been hiding to deal with the strong man. Black smoke billowed from his whole body, and a black-edged sword rose out of the darkness.
A shadow sword for killing unwary opponents at close range. One more blade hidden under the shadow of the sword, the skill trained only for murder…
was crushed between the musketeer’s elbow and knee.
His right arm was torn to pieces between the elbow and knee. It wasn’t because he was weak, but because he couldn’t hold it anymore, the sword and dagger flowed through the cracks in his shattered fingers.
gnawing pain. On the other hand, the musketeer was indifferent even with a broken human arm.
“Two limbs. Now there are only two legs left.”
The Musketeer muttered and stabbed Wolfen in the back with the pistol grip. It was only a light tap, but Wolfen hit the ground feeling the impact of tearing his whole body apart. The pain felt as if the earth had surged over him.
The boots lightly turned Wolfen’s body over. In Wolfen’s field of vision as he lay down with his arms folded, a towering building and a musketeer’s face appeared as if looking down at an insect.
“Are you ready to answer now?”
A mad attitude that puts everything in the world that only the overwhelmingly strong can show.
Wolfen’s resistance ended in vain. Realizing that everything was over, Wolfen asked while coughing up blood.
“… Cool. Why would someone like you come to work in the back alley…?”
No matter how much you think about it, it is too much of a big man to dispatch just because a few lower class people are dying. If it’s this strong, it’s definitely a national power, and you have to be careful even when you move.
Wolfen asked, and the musketeer scratched his head with the gun.
“weird. I said I would ask the question.”
The musketeer muttered, “I must keep my promise,” and gently stepped on Wolfen’s knee with his boot. Looking at Wolfen’s twisting mouth, the musketeer spoke lazily.
“I’ll tell you this time, so please answer my next question well… You know Hamelin, right?”
every know Wolfen nodded.
taboo of the military. A case in which a high school student who was about to graduate was killed in droves.
Wolfen tried to use it as bait to attract the military to clean up the back alley.
It’s just a back alley. An outcast place where no one cares, where people who have been abandoned from the world gather. If it was here, he thought that he would be able to reign like a king…
Then, at the words of the musketeer, Wolfen realized that he had been mistaken about something up until now.
“Hamelin. A garden of learning built on a low hill. that’s my alma mater how is it. Have you come to your senses now?”
“…no way. You are the last graduate of Hameln…”
“Shut up. Here is my question. Lancart told you about Hameln. That son of a bitch, right?”
every know Wolfen nodded.
It was he who told him about Hameln.
Another of Hameln’s last graduates was Colonel Lancart.
A young madman who was the last to fall to Tantalus, but who took control of the prisoners in all sorts of ways.
Sometimes with power, sometimes with knowledge, sometimes with desire. The enchantress who breathed new life into Tantalus, who was sinking into the dark, eventually led them to escape from the prison.
Right before he escaped, he also came to Wolfen. He looked at the Wolfen for a while as if contemplating how to use it, then said.
– Wolfen. I need competent subordinates. a lot. If you’re cowardly and shady… well. I can barely take on the role of a spy for our party!
-What is it? You want to go back to the military? Turn down the chance to become greater and go back to that little rat hole?
-ha. I didn’t know you were such a romantic little man. I’m going to give you that piece of power to change this world, but you’re just a back alley captain? what the. Horses running across the plains see lands they could not see yesterday. But to see the same scenery over and over again while stuck in a rat hole. Woo-wook.
-Ah, don’t worry. I won’t kill everyone just because I’m disappointed. why bother? Anyway, I’m fine with someone wandering around the back alleys of the military.
-Would you like me to tell you a secret of the military on the way? If you go around talking about this, the military would go crazy and run wild. It will depend on how you use it.
The red-haired wizard recalled the past and said. It seems that even a monster like him had memories, and his eyes were looking into the distance… -You
know Hamelin? Something very interesting happened there…
“And the second.”
The Musketeer’s voice pulled Wolfen out of his thoughts.
“Why did you spread the incident to the black cat? Is that also Lancart’s order or arbitrary?”
I didn’t understand what it meant this time. Wolfen expressed his doubts.
“Black cat? You mean the family area?”
“okay.”
“I don’t know what you mean…”
“under? Are you going to run away?”
fast. The weight of a stone was placed on Wolfen’s knees. Along with the pain of crushing joints, the musketeer’s voice penetrated my ears.
“The Black Cat is an exposé for gossip. Since they sometimes catch military corruption, of course, the intelligence department is also looking at it. But if you write down the name openly… what the hell is it? Are you just calling me?”
“That… name…”
As if telling him not to flinch, the musketeer frowned and urged him.
“Huey, former professor of secondary school. I don’t know what kind of wind blew Lancart and told me that. If you gave me the child’s name… you were playing around in the first place. It’s no different than asking me to kill you.”
I agreed with the statement that he was playing around, but apart from that, it was the first time I had heard the musketeer speak. Wolfen questioned and answered.
“It’s the first name I’ve heard.”
“what?”
“All Bourne knows is that their deaths were suicides. That he cursed the military before he died. And Lancart… It’s just that he won second place. Anything more than that… It’s up to the original to write it… I made it up roughly.”
“That bastard was third! Other than that, it’s pretty true.”
Wolfen’s words weren’t lies and
he was sincere. After scratching his head with a gun, he rummaged through his pockets as if looking for something, then let out a deep sigh and clicked his tongue.
“Well, that’s not Lancart’s way. there’s no reason for you to What then? Then who the hell?”
The musketeer was deep in thought, not even paying attention to the Wolfen he had placed under his feet. As if Wolfen were a stone on the side of the road.
However, Wolfen, who was treated like a stone, felt helpless instead of resentment.
‘…He’s powerless.’
This is what Wolfen realized in the bottomless pit.
In a classed world, any resistance is powerless.
Whether it’s talent, mystery, or time. There is a wall that determines a person’s strength, and that wall can never be crossed. No matter how hard they struggle, they cannot reach or overcome, and they do not even look down.
maybe someone can To cross that wall and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Absolute.
However, those who are blessed to that extent are determined.
The rest just hit a wall and disappear.
To him, who reigned as a shadow in his own way during the kingdom, the common sense of Tantalus was too difficult to accept. Like a believer who realized the absence of God, Wolfen fell into despair and despair.
To Wolfen, the bottomless pit was, as its name suggests, an endless hell.
Then one day, when the opportunity to escape from the abyss arises.
Wolfen gave up a higher place and wanted to reign over the weak.
But in the end, he was in a position to die in the eyes of a stronger person.
‘I made a mistake while dealing with the magician. Never, never, never confronted me head on.’
The magician is weak, but he deceived and tricked him with all sorts of tools. Only twice did they directly collide with each other. If he realized his skills from the beginning and attacked with all his might…
No, if he hadn’t given up on his tactics while fighting him. Still, the results would have been similar, but at least the results would have been better….
Something tapped in my chest. No matter how much he remembered what it was, Wolfen only misunderstood it as if he had been thrown into the dark…
Such was his vision. On the roof of a building that gradually narrows toward the sky.
I appeared.
I stood on the ledge of the roof with my cane and my hat on. I was invisible in the eyes of the thoughtful Musketeer. In a place visible only to those who have fallen, I lifted my hat slightly and held out my staff as I greeted them.
Wolfen gave a small sigh.
“ah.”
Although lacking in skill, one won and the other lost.
I successfully escaped, but Wolfen was defeated and placed under the boots.
If you want to survive, you should live quietly. when he makes a fuss
Well, I’m not going to brag I had mind reading, so it’s not fair to compare them equally.
One thing is certain though.
You are the one who is down, but you are stronger than me.
