Yoohyun covers his face with his hands to stop the blizzard that is blowing in front of him.
Blizzards are heavy. I can't see the front. Immediately, the cold began to take away Yoohyun's temperature coldly. Frozen blood every breath. I can't breathe.
The boundaries of the atmosphere and skin no longer penetrate the entire body as if cold were meaningless.
Here's what happened from the beginning. It's not weird that Lute isn't confident.
It seems like it will collapse on its own in the cold around it before it even fights.
“· · · Not bad. ”
But Yoohyun smiled, twisting his lips even in that cold. Yoohyun's eyes flash colder than the surrounding cold. His gaze began to reveal themselves there.
The form is not exactly known. It was like a shadow, only black in the snow.
Even in the blizzards, the light shines and comes as big as a magnitude. Numbers were countless and were already besieged from the beginning. Yoohyun closed his eyes.
I think.
It's thinking.
This was in the spirit's mind. A fantasy created by the Spirit, the scent of ideals. Or his current emotions.
After all, it was a world where all imagination was embodied. However, the problem is not Yoohyun's. Yoohyun was a stranger here. A stranger who accesses the world of spirits at will.
In that spirit, Yoohyun forcibly injected himself.
Yoohyun's hand, which was empty, came up with a sword. It was as if it had been in Yoohyun's hands from the beginning. Then Yoohyun held it in his hand.
What matters here is not the physical reality.
The spirit, itself.
· · · So Yoohyun thought it was okay.
In a blizzard that seemed to accompany the storm, Yoohyun summoned the Black. The invisible front begins to tear with Yoohyun's sword. Forces the blizzard to bounce back.
The amount of magical power exploding from Yoohyun's body was enormous. The pillar of soaring magic overwhelms the surroundings. The amount and quality of magical power emanating from Yoohyun's body were out of common sense.
Demon's second coming, which would not be possible if it were original.
What matters here is not the physical reality. It was only the spirit.
Yoohyun took a long breath.
It is still cold. A blizzard on the Magic Wall does not reach Yoohyun's body, but the surrounding atmosphere is cold. I don't think I can help this much.
It doesn't matter though.
I don't intend to collapse into this cold. If it had been the body of reality, it would have frozen in the cold and died less than a few seconds ago, but there was only one spirit here.
If your mind doesn't collapse, you won't die.
Grrrrrrrrrr!
Monsters are rushing in. They are aiming for new prey to reveal their teeth and claws. Skin is black as seeds of darkness. A vicious pupil that glows red. There were hundreds of pairs of such things.
That number can no longer be counted. Counting was pointless.
Behind the other side of the darkness, invisible to blizzards, monsters will be more woolly than they can see right now. But it doesn't matter. You just cut them all off. Kill them all and move forward.
If you reveal yourself, kill it, and repeat it only. Keep moving forward.
Then when will he finally reveal himself?
He is the master of this imagination and is called the Wind of Snow.
By then.
Yoohyun moves the sword he was constantly raising at once.
Even the sound kills, and the horizontal blackness sweeps the snowfield. A huge wave of blue light sweeps through everything. A whirling blizzard tears without strength.
The cries of monsters that were so noisy that the glow that was shining blue to Siri disappeared were silent.
Seeing monsters sliced apart without a trace, Yoohyun starts to move on the snowfield with a satisfactory expression. Fluffy, my feet fall into the snow. But Yoohyun went forward without hesitation.
A blizzard that has been torn by the blackness for a while stops begins to castrate again. Yoohyun felt that something had changed since the blizzard seemed to cling to his skin.
I look around and I see them. They must have been torn to death without a trace, but the flesh is regenerating. It was the snowballs that bore their bodies on the ground.
“You can't kill him, either. ”
These monsters will continue to live unless they fall all over the bottom of this snowfield. It is impossible to overthrow this vast snowfield floor without exerting enough force to cause an earthquake.
It was said that it was impossible to completely extinguish these people unless they used a piece of equipment that could give them the power to deal with natural disasters.
Wooooooo.
Something bad with a blizzard sounds.
Yoohyun pulls his tail from his mouth and raises the blackness again. And at the same time, the scarily trimmed sword cuts around again. The blizzard is torn by the blackness as it screams.
Kaaaaaaah!
The screams of the running monsters are repeated. Yoohyun cut the monsters several times and tore them apart. However, I knew Yoohyun would be the food of monsters like this.
Blocks their vision by exploding the ground with black as if dropping bombs on the ground. The mass of snow on the ground that burst from the explosion of the sword completely covered Yoohyun's body.
Yoohyun broke the ground in the future. Yoohyun's legs exploded with extreme magic power. In an instant, the surrounding landscape changes. Monsters reach out and stop Yoohyun.
Yoohyun shouts as he looks at the hands of dozens of monsters that are narrowing.
“Everybody out of the way! ”
One island with a high castle. Monsters fall silent on the blue line, but soon regenerate and chase Yoohyun. It's pointless to keep dealing with them.
The monster running from behind looks only at the front without looking back.
The black monsters in front of Yoohyun's reckless rush burst into joy, but by the time they felt that the distance would narrow, everything was torn apart by the black and scattered in the air without any residue.
GRRRRR!
Monsters are rushing with all their might to stop Yoohyun from advancing like crazy, but there's no point. No matter how clingy he is, Yoohyun continues to move forward.
It was about an hour after catching a thief like that.
Yoohyun, who was pulling the sword stuck in the monster's body, paused and lifted his head.
I have detected something strange among monsters everywhere. Suddenly, there was a force so powerful that the chicken flew out of the snowfield. Yoohyun twists his lips.
There is only one person with this much power.
The owner of this world where only snowfields unfold endlessly. This is the one who is called the Wind of Snow.
Who are you?
A cold voice that rings directly inside your head, not your ears. His voice was calm, even though he was the enemy who broke into his mind. Yoohyun put his sword on the ground there and said.
“Yi Hyun.”
That's a strange name. No, it smells worse on you than that.
“An unpleasant smell? ”
As for answering that question, the Colonel appeared in the air. He was white enough for the surrounding landscape.
‘Long time no see.'
It's blurry but it doesn't change what Yoohyun remembers at all.
Even the dim sunlight was reflecting white hair, a white face, white eyes, nose, mouth, and so on.
A young girl floats in the air wearing a shiny white dress.
What it looked like was like to be a elementary student when you hit it with a human. However, the pupil is not as cheeky as such a kid. A cool-eyed pupil faces Yoohyun.
"A very unpleasant smell of dark blood is coming from your body. That's enough proof that your mental state is sheltered. Poor human."
“The mind is closed · · ·. ”
He laughs and meets with a smile he doesn't even know.
This was an imaginary world. It is only the spirit that is embodied. Yoohyun could easily understand why the Colonel smelled blood.
In an incredibly embodied world, Yoohyun's body was now called the Devil just before being subdued by adventurers.
I couldn't remember the time when I had a massacre with the adventurers back then. Besides, this was her world, so it's gonna feel worse than anyone else.
As she watches Yoohyun for a while, she opens her mouth as she stares back and forth.
"Looking at you, is there still a war going on in the outside world?"
“War?”
Yoohyun narrowed the glands. Because I couldn't figure out what the war was about.
He asks as if the president is wondering about Yoohyun's facial changes.
"I am inquiring of the war that you, or your humans, waged."