My Villains Episode 489
66. Silver Prince (44)
Armed with ‘Find Skin’, a black body armor that sticks to the body, and a ‘Howling Mask’, a white mask with a mane, a bunch drew their swords from their waists as if they were bursting with light.
Shot _
Due to being cut in half, the sword cut through the air silently, as short as a forearm. The movement was so fast that the Witch of Hymns only looked back at him and couldn’t even react.
And right at that moment.
Guuuu-
“Yes!”
Just before the palace touched the witch’s slender neck, the bundle jumped backwards. I felt an indescribable threat from the vibration that resonated heavily through the air.
Right after that, black smoke erupted from where the guy was and turned into a thick, sticky stream.
“That’s-”
Before my astonishment could be over, a large figure emerged from the black air current. The noise that follows.
“Not twice.”
A cloak resembling a bat’s wings fluttered. Before I could even examine Inyoung’s appearance, a hand came out from between the cloak. No, it is an iron glove filled with black smoke.
“Come together, avoid!”
Moongchi immediately kicked off the air and somersaulted backwards.
Gubae-Six long, spear-like lumps rose from the tips of the iron gloves. The ‘arrow of the underworld’ completed in an instant was shot with a ‘tadadang/: light sound.
Black pupils squeezed through the cracks in the patternless mask. Ungchi twisted in the air with four hundred eyes shining and threw three daggers.
Kakakang!
The arrows of the Underworld, which met the throwing daggers, scattered evil energy with a strange metallic sound. The rest passed by the bundle in vain.
“Something like a female cat.”
The giant murmured in a cold voice, wearing blazing black salt instead of a head. Then he wielded a two-handed sword over two meters in length.
Rumble!
As the pale blade cut through the air, a black gap split along its trajectory, and a black stream of air poured out. It’s a ‘magic eruption’.
“A messenger of death…
A monster created by combining a messenger from the Dark World and a death knight. While I was taken aback by the sudden reappearance, I hurriedly burned the tortoise dragon’s corpse.
Faced with the terrifying barrage of magical power right after landing on the carapace, Mungchi held out his hand instead of shrinking in fear.
“Porbu-k.”
The already awkward pronunciation passed through the mask and was crushed. Even with the start language that was not so clear, the magic tool worked properly. A strange pattern flashed from the leather glove that covered the bundle’s left hand.
Wow.
Magical powers froze in all directions around the ‘witch hunter’s gloves’ captured from Holy Baek Hopeken. No matter how terrifying the magical energy of the dark realm, in the end, magic power is magic power, so the magic power emitted by the messenger of death lost momentum and collapsed.
“It’s not the same.”
The messenger shook his arms. The long cloak unfolded at the same time, releasing evil energy from within. The curse was immediately dissipated due to the frozen magic, but the pure and unclean energy contained within it broke the anti-magic field at once.
However, when he tried to shoot the arrow of the underworld again, the mungchi had already flung itself under the carapace.
Now it was me that the messenger of death had to deal with.
Caang!
I ran silently and swung ‘black ice’, but he easily blocked my sword attack as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
“Long time no see?”
“An enemy knight.”
The messenger of death gathered the morale that was rising from within the cloak and shot it with an arrow.
“No. Such a grandiose title for Zahak’s insignificant words, Ye.”
“What are you talking about, you mongrel bastard?”
I quickly pumped blood into my left hand. The dark red scales surrounding his forearm swelled in a circular shape. While blocking the arrows of the underworld with the completed ‘Blood Shield’, two knights came out from the left and right and attacked him.
“Die, monster!”
‘New Magister’ and ‘Painter’ slashed their bodies and swung their weapons. Sir Gisela was holding a thin, long two-handed sword, while Sir Filter was holding a long sword and shield instead of a spear.
The messenger quickly and concisely swung a two-handed sword that scattered pale energy, displaying the knowledge of a death knight. It was so easy to receive the pincer attack of the two knights that Prince Silver was proud of.
“I wish I had come to avenge my master.”
While the two knights were dealing with the messenger of death, I took an opening and threw myself vigorously.
“You should have come from me first-” In the middle of the sarcasm, a series of Cobalyu attacks unfolded.
Awesome!
The ‘Flight of the Bird of Prey’, which was completed in a surprise attack, rushed aiming at the guy’s neck in an instant. The shimmering black flame head belatedly pointed at me and raised a two-handed sword.
Kakang!
The shadow of the sword drew a large circle. The two blades clashed violently in quick succession, and the messenger of death staggered greatly. Bird of Prey’s third slash hit him on the shoulder.
Quick!
“Gee!” The gray pauldron cracked and black smoke billowed out.
“What have you been doing now, mongrel?”
“Dare-”
The two knights joined in the thrust that followed. In just one breath—no, half a breath—three swords struck him seven times.
Gu-Hong/
What ended our offensive was Magi, which the messenger of death fired again.
“Ugh, jeez-”
Because they didn’t know what kind of damage they would suffer if they took advantage of that energy, the two knights hurriedly threw themselves and covered themselves with shields. I, too, had no choice but to withdraw helplessly, because my mana was almost exhausted and there was no other way to respond.
“you! I am the apostle of the sleeping god!”
Could it be because the armor was wrinkled and cracked, and black smoke leaked out? The messenger of death looked back in anger.
“Are you going to just sit there and watch!” The witch of the hymn
“Oooh”
sat down on the tortoise dragon’s carapace and groaned. It was because of the hole the size of a coin in the calf and the ‘unsword’ that pierced the waist.
“Sing, come on!”
Instead of answering, the witch vomited a bowl of blood. In contrast to the crimson blood flowing from her belly and calves, her chest was stained black. It was because the cloud sword that Munchchi had stabbed was heavily poisoned.
“Ha ha ha.”
The hymn witch trembled in pain. Finally, unable to disobey the order, he slowly opened his mouth.
“no!”
With the help of the floating Atalanta, Prince Ulkar quickly climbed onto the carapace and fired his bow. The arrow of light that flew in that way was blocked by a messenger who spewed smoke.
“Where are you and why-”
“Keuk! Chew-”
“Huh. what is this?”
A song full of pain and sorrow hit my body. Every time the witch utters a meaningless word, a wave bursts. The pounding that seemed to squeeze the entire body made it difficult to breathe.
“Qirif!”
Staggering down, Atalanta burst out with a ‘wave of courage’, followed by Princess Theodora, who climbed onto the shell with her, hastily recited a prayer.
“Friend, there will be a firm light beside you!”
The waving halo from Theodora embraced the party. I felt the shock caused by the ‘Song of Lamentation’ diminished along with the sense of being reassured by the ‘Light of Suho’ on my body.
“The worms.”
While we dealt with the shock, the messenger of death levitated the giant into the air.
His plate armor was in the process of repairing itself while making a sound of ‘pad deuk pad deuk’.
“Unclean! Fire-burn!”
The princess shouted in anger
. The softly shimmering halo is dyed bright gold and soars like an awl. It is ‘The Light of Kuma’.
The messenger of death quickly spread his hands.
Ciovit zorSka.
A bizarre murmur that seemed to resonate throughout the space… As if responding to it, a strange shimmer wrapped around him in the form of a sphere.
The golden radiance of Theodora’s wrath ran into the shimmering and disappeared without a trace. Prince Ulkar, who narrowed his forehead, pulled ‘Boreacum’ and fired a quick shot, but the result was not different.
“…’Reinforced deflection shield’? shit.”
The moment I realized the strength of the herald’s defenses, I quickly turned my attention to the Witch of Hymns. It was to finish off even the witch while he couldn’t attack him.
However, the witch immediately stopped singing and lay limp on her carapace. I couldn’t feel the magic at all, and it was clear that my breathing had stopped.
“Sickest middle-earth bastards.”
I took my eyes off the Witch of Praise at the voice that seemed to have turned the stench of Magi into sonic waves.
“Are you sick of it? That’s what I want to say.”
“This guy still talks a lot. ”
“Thanks to that, I got your master’s head cut.”
“master? Oh-”
the death messenger gave a low giggle. Perhaps because of the spherical protective film surrounding him, his voice continued to be accompanied by a strange resonance.
“You are misunderstanding me.”
“misunderstanding?”
“okay. Do I look like a servant of a necromancer
?”
“Of course, you undead bastard.”
“Heh heh. I work for someone far greater than him. I
narrowed my eyes slightly as I recognized the meaning of his words.
“It means the dark lord’s twit. It wasn’t merged with the death knight, it was hopped.”
The messenger of death-no, the messenger of the dark world who occupied the body of the death knight let out an unpleasant laugh.
“If it was normal, I wouldn’t have done such a low-level thing. ”
He fumbled inside his cloak. Before long, what came out of the iron gloves was a ‘tombstone’, a dark tombstone.
“But there is nothing wrong with preparing enough ingredients.”
“You mongrel bastard, what the hell are you-”
A roar filled the air, confused whether it was laughter or the sound of the wind.
“It’s unfortunate that we missed the emperor, but it’s okay. After all, that wasn’t what I was aiming for.”
The herald held the tombstone aloft. There was no wind, but clouds gathered somewhere. As a group of black clouds blocked the sun, Princess Theodora swallowed dry saliva as she gripped her sword and her union plaque.
“Lord. Please keep your servants.”
Hehehehehe_
the messenger muttered as he looked up at the darkened sky.
“Apostle of death. As the apostle of the sleeping god did, you too should devote your soul to him.” Kwalung!
As if waiting, black lightning struck.
Blinded by the blinding flash, I felt an unbearable ominous feeling in the traces left by the black lightning.
The tombstone the messenger was holding had been shattered.
