Ancient Man in Apocalypse

Battle Royale is a lottery draw.

Many people invest their lives to buy lotteries and wait for them to win.

However, very few people enjoy joy, and those who do not win are beaten to death.

I'll argue that some of you came in without knowing, but what do you mean?

In Apocalypse, you only die if you don't know.

“I'm a murderer. ”

It is the truth that does not change how it is packaged.

I have killed many, and will continue to kill.

It doesn't matter if it's a shepherd, if it's a life-threatening murderer, if it's a survivor attacking a friend.

Number 37 appeared in the field of view.

A number that must be killed in order to obtain the right to resurrection.

Someone else could have killed them, or they could have been attacked by monsters.

But what I need to be the last winner is unchanged.

“Two.“

Puck, a voice and a man bolted to his chest passed by.

He found me and died trying to do something with the club he rooted for.

It would be futile.

Why does he shoot crossbows when they're all swinging clubs?

“I'm starting to notice."

Anyone has to realize when they see limited status windows, numbers, and regenerated weapons.

This is a battlefield where we have to kill each other.

You just have to cry and whine to make it into a hunting ground.

“Haaah!”

A woman who doesn't want to be the prey has attacked me.

Stoneback rises into the air and threatens me.

I think there are a lot of women among the psychics.

She jumped into my arms with a guilt move.

You're going to stab me with a knife without giving me a way to shoot a crossbow.

Of course, I had already opened my mouth.

“Open the Dimensional Gate. ”

Suddenly the blue dimensional door that appeared in front of her acted as a wall.

“Argh!"

She slammed her nose against the portal of Wazak and collapsed with a scream.

Of course, the rocks that were flying on the roof fell to pieces.

I closed the dimensional door and shot the crossbow.

Number 35 changed to 34.

“ · · · ”

No rooting, no checking.

Turning around looking only at death, Dingo lowers his stance and growls.

I crawled into an artillery shelter, and I saw two people surrounded by someone.

Where did you get dressed?

Oh, you two Chinese from Incheon.

Is a man brainwashed and a woman a manipulator of the wind?

It must be hard to use brainwashing here. Too bad.

The man said as if he was chewing.

“You don't talk and you attack brutally? ”

What else did he say?

The besieged man shrugs.

“Because you don't have to. Whatever you say, it doesn't change what we have to kill each other. ”

“What is this place? ”

A woman shouted angrily.

“Battle Royal. Only one survives. ”

Two flinched at his words.

Is this the moment the speculation is confirmed?

By the way, there's someone else who knows the Battle Royale besides me and the Black.

He approaches a man in an instant and smashes his head into a club.

Blink.

Since all abilities have crashed, we have no choice but to slow down the response.

A Chinese man fell to the ground whilst a woman was panicking.

As the dust and stones rise up, the man murmurs like a wreck.

“What the wind?"

I was surprised when I first saw him.

The man rolls to the left as if familiar with the situation.

A Chinese woman completely exposed herself to the wind and focused elsewhere.

I'll kill him here.

No, I like it after the battle.

If you get attacked on both sides by mistake, you get in trouble.

The two of them were exchanging intense attacks using their abilities.

The ground soared everywhere, and suddenly a woman rolled to the ground, avoiding the approaching man.

“Black!”

A woman has been pushed for centuries.

But there is also a weakness in men, which is that if you use a link in a row, your head hurts.

If you ignore it and keep using it, it will be like that.

“Khh!”

The man wraps his head and rolls around.

A woman raises her hands without missing it.

Laryngoscope!

The wind lifted the man's body to the sky.

Instead of screaming, the man stretched out his arms at the branches of the tree and hung himself from a large balcony.

The moment the woman achieved her ability, the man moved to the front of her nose with a blink.

“Fucking tough. ”

Puck!

A man's club shattered a woman's waist.

She couldn't scream, opened her mouth and grabbed her waist.

A man's club headed for his head.

Right now.

I took Togarev out and shot the man.

Puck!

He collapsed like a straw without hitting a woman.

Damn it, you shot him a little fast.

She didn't seem to understand that a man had fallen, but soon she blew herself out.

You're a quick girl to judge.

Togaref was aimed at a woman, but dirt and bushes rose from her larynx.

It's hard to figure out where it is.

I punched Dingo's butt, who was crouching beside me.

“Go after him.”

He ran right away, but he just wandered around where the dirt had happened.

Did you run over it?

When I looked up at the sky, she was already gone above the tree.

“· · · Lucky. ”

It doesn't matter that we'll meet again later.

I checked the battlefield and found that the item has been regenerated.

A leather glove that increases your stats of dexterity.

On the battlefield, it is impossible to bring in items affected by the system, so you have to use them.

Disposable. It disappears when the Battle Royale is over.

A small bow has been regenerated, but you don't have to use it.

“You've got a long range weapon. ”

Whoo-hoo!

Suddenly I hear the cries of the wolves.

Did you see the Silver Wolf Murine last time?

Dingo shrugs his ears.

You'd better share your work here.

I sent Dingo out of the woods.

If only as planned, the Sword would be forced to enter the forest.

“I have to do that, so follow me. ”

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After 1 round, the wall of monsters narrows the battlefield.

Survivors realized the rules little by little.

We need to avoid monsters and kill each other with regenerated items.

Some people have noticed that the numbers in their sights represent the rest of the people.

Those who were quick to notice began arming themselves.

Then I ran out to the meadow.

Their destinations were sulphuric acid and lakes.

The battlefield was very dizzy because there were monsters trapped in the wall.

If anyone has fallen by the Goblin group's poisonous needle baptism.

Someone killed someone who fell on a stone beak.

The world of thoroughbred medicine unfolded.

And the sword was a predator's position.

“Stop."

A man who was rushing towards him was caught in the light and stopped.

This capturing characteristic is never universal.

Minor movements cannot stop and do not apply if there is an obstacle in the middle or if concentration is loosened.

The Sword only wrote it a few times. I realized.

Bounced the bow protest, but the arrow passed without hitting the man's head.

“You little brat! You can't even hit it! ”

“Son of a bitch.”

The face of the first Chinese swordsman to hear insults rises red.

No other animal. Grow up.

When I grow up, I think only of Yongbong candy. Why do I use it as insult?

Anyway, it was a sack.

The Swordsman did not even think that there would be a conflict between capturing and shooting.

Focusing on one, one was released, so it was too late to go crazy.

The Sword was frightened by the sound of monsters coming from behind and flawed.

One day the apprehension was released and a man rushed towards him.

Physical Enhancement.

Runs that fast.

The Sword could barely hold him back by focusing on his mind.

“Cabbage Bread! Take this off!”

“There's no one out there who says," That's awesome. ”

The Sword slowly retreated, leaving the man in sight.

Something came up in my sighs.

Why isn't this happening?

He was confident only when he first entered the Battle Royal battlefield.

The Chinese didn't know anything, so they thought they could gain enough advantage.

But that thought collapsed like a sand castle as soon as the Battle Royale began.

The number of survivors was decreasing at a fast pace!

Who the hell are you? What are you doing?

Did any of the Chinese find out about the situation and go hunting?

Or another Korean?

What if?

What should I do if Kim Bapjoa is being kind enough to reduce the number of survivors?

I remember the two properties that didn't overlap there, so my head hurts.

“There's nothing to fuck."

Still, I kill as much as he does.

When the Sword strikes an arrow in protest, a pack of wolves appears across the field of vision.

They were the ones with the huge mass of silver mannequins.

Auuuuu ―

The wolf pack's howling echoes across the battlefield.

“Oh, fuck. ”

Since the upper predators have appeared, the lower predators must flee.

But the Sword hesitated without making a decision.

What's the point of dying for a wolf anyway?

Big King!

A pack of wolves suddenly overwhelmed the man.

The foreman bites the man's throat and a desperate scream spreads.

“Oh, don't come! ”

The Sword fled with an arrow.

Auw ―

Several wolves have been instructed by the captain to track him down.

Swordsman has gone a long way by using the innumerable blogs he does.

There was a man waiting for him at the border of the forest and the meadow.

He was wearing a mask in black and carrying a crossbow and a gun.

The swordsman who saw him was terrified.

Guns?

How do you have it?

That's when the man aimed the gun at him.

It was a gun with a long silencer.

The swordsman does not even intend to use the clasp, but raises his hands.

Instinct dominated him momentarily.

But the bullet betrayed his expectations and blew fire.

.

“Run!"

It was a man's order.

The Sword dared not to rebel and ran into the forest.

I was more afraid of guns than monsters' walls.

Fuck, fuck! ’

What the hell is going on? Who's the man?

All sorts of thoughts dominated his head, and he fell on the ground with a stone beak.

Shots were sounded from behind with heavy men's voices.

“Get up! Run! ”

“Sivaal!"

“Ugh. I'll bring all the monsters. ”

The man drives a consistent swordsman.

Blink or embrace could not dream.

Because I threatened to kill him if I wrote how I knew.

Yet he always hid himself behind a tree.

How did he know that if there were obstacles, the embroidery wouldn't work?

Kng! Kng!

A dog jumps alongside him and threatens him.

A wolf, a man, and even a dog are enough to see him.

The Sword swallowed his tears and ran.

The wall of the monster is in front of your nose.

“Uh, what do you do? ”

“Just run! ”

Tang!

A big shot rang out.

Something flies to the left and right of the Sword, and I'm out of my mind.

I ran for a while, and strangely, the wall of the monster disappeared.

It was pierced through the wall.

"What, what? ’

Something cold touched his back.

“What are you doing? I'm not running. ”

“Uh, how did you do that? · · ·” with walls

“Do you really care about that now? You pathetic bastard.”

Pathetic man · · ·

It was the sound that sweethearts used to say to him.

The swordsman choked, but he couldn't avoid the gun. He swallowed the minute inside.

It was cylindrical with a short blink distance.

“It's a long way off the battlefield. Keep running.”

The man's voice surprised the Sword.

You're doing this shit to get off the battlefield right now?

A man in a mask threatened by pushing a gun in the back.

“Stay here and choose whether to run or die for me. ”

“If you run, if you run, can you live? ”

“That depends on how well you run, Badger. ”

I can't believe I even know his name.

If a man has the ability to overwhelm him with a gun...

One ID passed through the Sword's head.

“Gi, it's you, Kim Bobjoa? ”

“Run, not the noise. If you delay any longer, you die. ”

The Holy Spirit pushed him roughly.

“Ugh!"

Even though the swinging sword is a little pitiful, this is how he lives.

Because you have to cross the wall of monsters and kill the last monsters to get out of the battlefield.

It's a bug on the system and only has a 50% chance.

If the sword doesn't disappear after killing the last monster · · ·

Guwook ―

I heard Aulbear crying somewhere.

When he heard it, he stood still, terrified.

The frustrated Holy Spirit shouted.

“I told you to keep running! ”

“Oh, Aulbear. · · ·? ”

“Run fast, somehow! ”

Tang!

The warhead closely touches the sword's head and passes by.

The Sword began to run again without mind.

Then Aulbear appeared.

Gouuuuuuu ―

As he unfolds his wings, the dog running next to the Sword barks.

The Holy Spirit shouted loudly from behind.

“Bind him! ”

“· · · Eh? ”

“Don't be stupid, redeem me! Something's stopping you! ”

“Oh, okay! ”

Swordsman concentrates and grabs Aulbear.

However, I was trying to unravel the flicker because it was so powerful.

The moment the Scared Sword turns its head, the Holy Spirit throws its spear away.

Cough!

Aulbear with a spear in his stomach roars painfully.

The dust around his wings swept away and hit the swordsman.

The apprehension was completely loosened and the Holy Spirit shot the revolver with a curse.

Tang! Tang!

In an instant, the cylinder rotated and six shots were stuck to the entire body of the Aulbear.

I aimed for my head, but I missed it all.

He rushed to the Holy Spirit as if he had not been hit by a star.

“Ugh!"

The Holy Spirit blew up and rolled over.

Upon waking up, the Swordsman does not run away surprisingly, but blows an arrow at Aulbear.

The arrow was stuck in Aulbear's eye to see if the characteristic was triggered correctly.

“Good job! Keep your eyes open! ”

“Oh, okay! ”

The swordsman bounced the elongation protest without even knowing the blood was coming from his lips.

He was now maintaining a superhuman focus.

When Aulbear approaches, he attacks with a bow, and when it's over, he grabs it with a clasp.

Thanks to him, he suffers when he puts a few arrows in his head.

No matter how hard your health is, it's hard to hold on even if you get hit like this.

He's barking from side to side, and he's mad.

Finally, as the Holy Spirit took him out of his backpack to Long-Saud, Aulbear gave up and tried to flee.

“Redeem!”

The Swordsman grabbed Aulbear with a clasp, and the Holy Spirit straightened up Longsaw and stormed.

Finally, Aulbear was desperate to put a longshod on his back.

As he stops moving, the Holy Spirit pushes Togarev straight into the Sword.

“Don't think about using restraint. I know I can move my fingers. ”

“Not restraint, but apprehension."

“I don't care about anything. Walk that way."

“ · · · ”

The Sword walks into the forest with his eyes around him.

I never wondered if you could really get off the battlefield and why you were trying to save yourself.

The Holy Spirit spoke from behind.

“There's a low chance of getting off the battlefield, but it's better than dying. ”

“What are the odds? ”

“50 percent.”

“I mean, I have a 50 percent chance of dying? ”

“If you didn't like it, you shouldn't have come here. ”

He's right.

The Sword simply did not know if he had participated in Incheon's Battle Royal event.

The Holy Spirit spoke to him.

“You know who I am, don't you? ”

“· · · Kim Bapjoa · · · Isn't that right? ”

“Yes, you don't know me, but I know you well. I also know that there are three personal traits. ”

“You threw up and said it all."

“I found out something. Anyway, you're on top of my palm, so you better not do anything useless. ”

“What do you want? What are you doing this for? ”

“You can't die now. ”

The sword's eyes shake loudly.

“Why?”

“That's thinking for itself. The last one was fine today. ”

He said that and pushed the sword's back with a gun.

A few steps later, the light began to gather in his body.

At some point the Sword stood on a thick provincial road, not a forest.

“· · · Eh? ”

Surprisingly, he was off the battlefield of Battle Royal.

The Sword rests on the floor as Mac unravels.

“Why did you save me?"

No one listened to him.

End of Battle Royal 3