Desire

The landscape swiftly touched. The face in my eyes opened quickly. Azin stops accelerating by empowering his legs. He stands with his arms outstretched and smiles broadly, crouching his cheeks at Luke, who looks at himself surprised.

“Hey.”

The reply did not come back. Luke looks at Ajin with his eyes wide open, and so does everyone else. I didn't notice. Later, Luke reacts. He swings a big swing toward Azin with a burning fist, and Azin flicks his foot as he whistles. Papabak! In an instant, Azin's body is pushed back, and the vision has replaced him. Phew! The vision hit by the swinging fist was shattered.

“What a rush. Huh?”

“Son of a bitch! ”

Seeing Asella grinning, Azin shrugged his shoulders. I was worried that I might be frightened by this dark darkness, but I guess I was worried for nothing. She hasn't changed since the first time I saw her. No loud voices, no harsh words, no loud eyes. Azin licks his lips with his tongue, calming his throbbing chest.

“You wield your fist, you curse... you hate it so much...”

It was before I could even finish talking. Luke lunges at you with a loud shout. Azin smiles as he sees Luke running like an angry bear. I felt like I was speeding the other way, but for Azin, he was too slow. He was slouchy enough to fit in his size, and that was it.

“Why? You have one level higher than me, so you're confident? ”

Azin stepped lightly. As soon as the slightest stretch of foot hit the ground, Ajin's body became a concussion again. Even before Luke's fist swings, Ajin digs into Luke's arms. The coiled fist clenches Luke's chest. Qajik! His movements are light, but his strength is never light. His armor sinks and Luke's body twists.

“Do you think it's okay to get hit a few times because you're a tank? ”

Ajin did not stop squirming. You grab the right wrist with your left hand, and Azin swings his folded elbow briefly. Luke vomits blood as his collapsed breastplate cracks.

“Luke!"

Asella shouts in shock. The anvil swiftly raises its staff and begins to gloat. You were worthy of being a top ranker, and you were no less than the healer at the leading party. The dawn of the anvil was not compared to Lina's. Whoa! The stretched light seeps into Luke. Recovery magic or buff? Either way.

Whatever Anvil is up to, Azin is willing to beat Luke to death.

“You!”

The old man's voice roars. Lutrio sprints to the horse, pulling the strings. Kigigi! The sword drawn from the blade swings downward toward Azin. Azin twists to the side and looks at Lutrio wielding his sword. Pitch, he laughs.

“You're eager.”

Carl's father. To be honest, the silver that had been there so far was amazing, but there's nothing special about it. When I think about it, I came all the way here with a silver garden in my heart at the time of Azido. There's nothing that an old NPC wouldn't do. As NPCs with AI that are no different from humans, vengeance will certainly be implemented.

“I'm a little sorry about your son. ”

Twist your lower back to move your torso. Asin reaches out as he chases the bandaged sword with his eyes. Thaak, Rutrio's arm is in Azin's hands.

“I'll kill you painlessly. ”

I don't want to let him live. Any creature that enters this forest will die indistinguishable from player or NPC. Among these non-vampires, he is the only one who survives. Ajin opens his teeth and smiles white. The red strength of your extended hand is small. In vain, Rutrio's head is crushed.

“Son of a bitch! ”

Asella shouts. Azin casually avoids the crossbow arrows that shoot at him.

“Same as before. It's just NPC. Why are you getting excited? ”

However, he gave me his own consideration. Zach's daughter... what was her name again? Ajin frowns, remembering the woman who wore thin, mottled glasses. I didn't remember her last name, but even when I killed her, she was as considerate as she could be. Don't get sick, just like that. Without realizing he was dead. She didn't need to be killed, so I was able to be considerate of her. It's the same this time.

“Even NPCs..! ”

Asella's contempt is upon her face as she looks at the painfully buried azine. It doesn't matter if it's NPC or people. It's just, after seeing Asin kill someone like that, she felt bad. In fact, in this world, monsters and NPCs are no different. It's just a bunch of unrealistic polygons. Even though it contains the same intelligence as humans, NPCs are not humans.

But that and disgust are different realms. When I first saw Azin in the forest, she despised him. It was no more than the disgust that Ashela had over Azin, who turned his back on the corpse of a shriveled boy and tried to kill a little girl. That's why she was told to kill Azin. I will not hesitate to kill an extravagant criminal. The target is a resurrecting player, even if it is killed.

However, NPCs are different. If you kill, NPC is the end of it. The case was the same now. It seemed to Azella that Lutrio's anger was natural. Carl, Rutrio's son, was NPC, the end of death. The boy is dead and never coming back. The anger of the father who lost his son was real, even though Rutrio was NPC.

And Lutrio is dead. The enemy who killed my son died in an instant, without resisting. That made Asella's feelings boil.

“Hey, I think you're mistaken. ”

Knights rush in. The NPCs are furious and swing their murderous swords at Azin. Their movements were excellent. To be honest, it was much better than the high ranker and the arrogant storm. But so did he.

It was slow compared to the pain.

“What makes you so confident? ”

Avoid swinging swords, aiming everywhere. Evasion of the attack has been trained enough in the Harpy realm. Even though the darkness here was getting darker and completely blocking the view, Ajin was confident that he would avoid any spilling attacks. As it got sharper and closer to the realm of prophecy, the azine sensation read life and felt the wind split by the swinging sword. With a slight twist, he dodges all attacks. A lightly extended hand covers the back.

Ajin walked lightly as if he had gone for a night walk. The hand that swings as you take a step moves quickly enough to leave a shadow. Queek! Like a fountain, blood soars into the sky and falls. Azin wags and smiles brightly past the fallen corpse.

“All you have to do is beg for your life. ”

Asella is appalled. She can't even see Azin's movements properly. All she saw was Azin taking a few steps, and all the knights he passed through fell in blood.

“Is it because you have so many numbers? ”

Two knights down, four to go. That's where Luke comes in. He shrugs his shoulders and lunges at Azin, his angry face twisting like an evil spirit. Every time he runs, the ground shakes violently. Ah, yes. That's how it was then. Ajin recalls the first time he met Luke. I never bumped into a dump truck, but I thought it would feel like this when I got hit by a dump truck. Asin had to go through all the pain herself because she didn't put on a limit of pain sensation. I feel like my bones are crushed and my consciousness is distant.

Thinking back then, he clenched his fist.

I pour my inner energy into my fist. The swelling muscles were frozen as if they had been electrostatically charged and the azine's mind was accelerated. The world slows down. As Luke stops walking, the baby approaches slowly and sees four knights wielding their swords, twisting their faces. Sylvester's dagger seemed to show the highlight moments of sport in slow motion. Ajin raises his self-defense. It was my first time using it in practice, but I was not worried.

A soaring red force envelops his body. Azin twists his torso to the side, heavily. My back twists to its limit. You shrug your shoulders back and bend your fists to the side. My chest muscles were swollen and tense.

You reach for the ground with your left foot turned to the side, and your long right leg grabs the center of gravity. Luke is still approaching slowly. The acceleration is still ongoing, and Azin is ready.

The world of consciousness is back to reality.

“Khhh!”

Luke's shout rocks the forest. The shimmering sword falls at its original speed. Then, Azin clenched his fist.

First things first.

The fallen sword came into contact with the self-defensive machine. Like a thin flame, the strong force on Azin's body shatters the sword.

Luke's lunge and Azin's outstretched fist clash. Twist your torso again and use its rebound force. Moves the center forward and explodes the muscle. Luke and Ajin collide. Ajin was delighted by the exhilarating sensation of his fist.

“Luke!"

Luke's body rises into the air. The shoulder you were standing on was shattered and your arm twisted into a rag. The armor is completely shattered, and he can't even scream blood and bends. Wa-dah! Luke's body falls apart. Ajin does not stop. He swings his hand and kills all the nearby npcs and plunges them into the ground. Kakacan! Sylvester's dagger cannot pierce Azin's shield. He twists his lips as he approaches her in horror.

“Do you know me? ”

Azin, who stopped right in front of Sylvester, asked. Sylvest sits there with a white, stiff face. She shakes her head trembling. Seeing it, Ajin smiled whiter.

“I don't know you. You should be grateful for that. ”

Phew! An outstretched hand blows Sylvester's head off. Azin grins as he looks at Sylvester's headless body, collapsing to his side.

“Ahhhh!”

Asella screams. She draws her sword from her waist and rushes to Azin. It's a silversword. Azin feels a new feeling of remorse. When I first met Asella and saw that sword, she couldn't even look at it properly.

But now her sword looks too slow. Azin giggles and laughs. He shifts his body, avoiding the sword of Asella. Asella's face distorts after several stabs. Ajin examines the young emotions in her eyes. Anger, anger... That was a bit of a waste.

Azin wanted Asella to feel afraid. I wanted that crazy, frenzied girl to sit quietly, and I wanted her to beg for her life.

“Keep going. ”

Azin strikes Asella's sword with his bare hands. Ka 'ang! With a murky hiss, the sword breaks, and Asella screams. She rolls the ground, grasping her writhing arm. Azin approaches the groaning Ashela and grabs her head.

“Can you tell me what's going on? ”

Azin smiled and asked. Azin grips her hair tightly and drags her. Azella swings her arms and rubs her back against the ground, but Azin's movements are silent.

“Ha, don't...! ”

Asella shouts in a trembling voice. Ajin opens the energy drain. Little by little, little by little. Thanks to the suppression, Asella's stamina was absorbed slowly enough. Azin approaches the anvil. The anvil that was enchanting the fallen Luke sits there, screaming as Azin approaches.

“Oh, don't come...! ”

The anvil swings its staff. A sphere of flame rises from the end of the staff and flies to Azin. Azin reaches out, smiling bloody. Oops! The moment I reach out, the open energy drain drains away all the magic that was forming a sphere. The anvil used grim magic to frighten it. But all of that was blocked by Azin's energy drain. It was because the level of attack magic that the anvil had learned was significantly lower than the energy drain of Azin.

“Watch this. ”

Azin forces Ashela's head to look at the anvil. Asella's eyes tremble. He saw fear in her eyes. Ajin became as amused as crazy. No, at this moment, he was already crazy.

“Ugh!”

The outstretched hand grips the anvil's shoulder. Kwaek! A little shoulder of the anvil shatters as you give it strength, and your arm twists. The anvil screams. Ashela mutters, trembling.

“Logout, log out...”

[You cannot log out during battle.]

The cold machine's voice caused Asella to despair.

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