Desire

I didn't think about losing. There is also no loser. I came here because I was confident of victory, and I ordered my troops to march without retreat. This war has laid the foundation of everything Ajin has built up. If you lose the battle against the Passenger Gate, your blood will lose half your strength and honor. There is no respect for losers in interstellar rebellion. If the winning Hand Gate says that it is a misunderstanding, it will be true, and the Hand Gate will be pushed against the wall to deflect.

On the contrary, what if blood wins? The passage advances with minimal power to the gate. If you defeat the Great Swordsman Gate here, you may be able to push through the gates at the expense of destruction. If you do, you can have a good relationship with Gold, the merchant of the Gold Merchant Guild, while also bringing down the Gate of the Passage which was both a long stay and a competition. The Grand Merchant Guild, a partner of the defeat gate, is also a competitor of the Gold Coin Guild. If the Passage Gate falls, the Merchant Guild will have no choice but to break through the Hizen mines and trade routes in Gracia, which are being pursued immediately. Between the stops, the Gold Line Merchant will take over the trade route. If that's the case, the brass must reach out to the Bloody Gate completely.

It is certain that it is won by victory, and it is certain that it is lost by defeat. Ajin loved a solid deal. The more sure you get, the more likely you are to get it. Such a process is enjoyable, and the joyfulness that comes when you hold what you want to gain from it is nothing compared to orgasm.

Thus, I was confident enough. This war is blood, no. This is his victory. He hides the players in the shadows to draw out the guard gate. You haven't even informed your allies about the rumors coming out of the blood NPC. There was no guarantee that a bloody dragon who resembled the blood of his stupid father wouldn't do anything like blood. And the plan worked. I asked Persian to prepare the scroll containing the Exploration's magic, and he stopped advancing by drilling a hole in the Passage Gate's camp and calling his disciples out in the shadows.

But there is still a number ten.

Doesn't matter - players and NPCs have different minds.

NPC is over when you die. But not the player. They are more daring than NPCs and less afraid of war. In most cases, the player lowers the nociceptor and feels a slight tingling sensation even if the arm is cut off. That is, they have no fear of pain. There is no fear of death, a four-hour death penalty is all they are given.

The battle between the Bloodstream and the Passage Gate was already given to players who participated in the war with one big quest. Contribution to war. How many opponents you kill and how many battles you wage. Certain rewards increase morale.

On the contrary, the disciples of the Defeat Blade were in a state of panic. No matter how active the interaction with Gracias is, magic is unfamiliar to the uninhabited. A sudden explosion, hundreds of unarmed men soaring from the shadows. Even if you know it's magic, you have to be embarrassed. Suddenly, the flow changed. The march is halted, and the battle takes place there. The player and NPCs are engaged.

Players' own talents and abilities are lost to NPCs. But with a skill system, they are carefree and quick, with no fear of death. It made a tight fold. Above it, 400 people who had gone forward collided with the basics of blood. The quiet Spell Plains became a battlefield filled with blood, screams and iron.

However, the flow was only slightly prevailing. This does not give you confidence in winning. Azin opened a thousand rainforests. The red devil rises up behind his back as his inner air diminishes. Azin takes a deep breath and turns.

In this war, he had no intention of asking for help from the Black Snow. The same goes for Persian help. I took a scroll from her and rented a shadowy space, but that's all. I don't want Raw Snow shamanism or Persian magic in direct combat.

I didn't think it was necessary. This was also a test of himself. We cannot advance unless we can defeat the blood with our own abilities. After the Passage Gate and the Blood Blade, there is the Killing Sky Gate and the Salt. Following that, elites, including sectarian brutish blindness and swordsmanship, should also pay attention to the descendants of the bridge in Namhae. Then there's Gracia, then there's Siolence, and then there's the Demon King to come. I can't ask for the help of Raw Snow and Persian.

The blood boils hot. Originally, he enjoyed the horrific hardcore play that nobody else had challenged in a single game. Because it was fun. I did it now, too. After leaving victory and defeat, Ajin now had fun, so he enjoyed it. This is not a single game where Saves exist, although I have experienced it in single games. Losing is the end. The placenta is said to be a player, but it is difficult to return to the bloodline with the same amount of force if you lose a war. Even if you don't die, you can still see your eyes.

“What a mess! There's nothing to be afraid of! Kill the Blood Dragon! Kill the Blood Dragon! ”

There's a single drop of blood blowing through the lions. It's a mess. There's nothing wrong with it. Players who have recently been in the bloodstream are not even trained in basic passing techniques. But the level of the sewers is already well above the average level of 100.

And then there's the pain. 1st place in the current ranking, Azin, who is trained in the Thousand Necromancer. Ajin widens his shoulders. There were many attacks that responded to the scream of blood. You reach out with an open hand, smiling heavily.

You reach out, and together, the devil's hand moves. Kuang! The ground is turned upside down and people are flying like foliage. The man you hit explodes, and the man you touch breaks his arm and leg. A overwhelming number of days. The Rainforest consumes the air, but it also doubles its Attack Power and Speed. Furthermore, the enhancement of the skill's attack on title and passive skills makes Azin a temporary but transcendent master. The problem is internal water supply, but combat endurance is greatly increased if you use the energy drain and aspiration method together.

“Kill him!”

Mixed, frenzied cries. Enemies pouring in here. The more attention you have on yourself, the more aggressive the disciples will be. Catching the leader is the quickest way to end a battle. And it applies the same to azine.

Where is the blood supply?

The back-cut sword rolled around the ground. How many people have died in a blow? It was a simple job... But... The back-cut raises a muddy body and shivers. It wasn't straight. I didn't touch it. Nevertheless I fell.

That's the same guy I met at the dance. I couldn't believe the back-scissors. He puts the devil behind his back and looks frightened as he watches the pain sweeping through the battlefield. I thought it was ridiculous. The back-blade struck the azine in three rounds of the Blind Mask Dance. Back then, the Masked Sword suffered an overwhelming defeat by Azin. The herbs he used to defeat even after using the magic tools were only ten seconds. I don't intend to make excuses for defeat. The Hematopod was stronger than I thought.

I also saw a fight in the finals. It was an incredibly high level of competition for the Late Exponential Index, but not to the extent that it felt different in the world.

But now something.

Completely different - I can't think of myself as the same person Seeing the giant devil from afar, your legs relax and your body doesn't feel strong. You feel a great fear. It was the first time I felt this way. What the hell is that? Am I hallucinating right now?

Tsk, tsk, tsk! That delusion was shattered by the continuous violence. I was surprised by the rushing dirt and covered my face. Every time the devil reaches out, the earth shakes and people are dying. The back-scissors sharpened their teeth. He had 200 men of his skill leading the sword. His role is to use the sword to capture and kill Azin. It was the consideration of one's blood to avenge his humiliation at the dance.

Honestly, the back-scissors were not confident. Wall strength is strong, but can we really use it to catch that monster?

“Rumor has it.”

The great master of the sword summons him in a firm voice. One blood sample was the next door, and he had two brothers. Although he is favored by blood, his position as the successor of the back-scissors is not very wide. I suffered an ugly defeat even at the Dance Challenge, which I had received through the magic tools.

So we need a ball. I need to get my credit back. The back-blade takes a deep breath. “Let's go.” The back-blade gives you a voice that hides the tremor. Two hundred masters secretly move through the battlefield.

The battlefield flows around Azin. He saved his life and left the river many times. The air rushes out like a tide, and the hands of the strong and the devil sweep through the battlefield. Before catching blood, you need to reduce the power of the Passenger Gate. It was a fact that the number of passes had not changed.

Despite the seemingly violent continuation of the attack, Ajin looks at the situation calmly. There is no snow in the attack. I unleashed my strength toward a place where there were no disciples of the blood. The blood is too far away, and his disciples are dying on his sword. Shouldn't take too long. We need to think about internal affairs over here, so we should start getting in control.

Then I saw a back-scissored sword coming this way. On the chest of those who followed him was an inscription of the word "chunk." The Wall is as strong as the Sword.Are they following the backcutting sword?

You're going to arrest me? ’

Azin swallows ridicule. I thought I made it clear at the Blind Hound Ball. Nevertheless, you don't know your subject. Azin grins as he reaches for his hand. The devil's movements stop. He stands in the middle of the battlefield carrying a backpack. The face of the impending back-cut was pale, and his lips twisted.

“I'm sick of it. ”

I whispered in the air. The steps of the back-scissors stopped.

“Did you urinate? Why don't you go back without doing too much? ”

“A sudden insult. ”

At the words of Azin, the back-blade calmly said. He smiled and raised his hand. The slight gesture of his hand frightens him, and he takes a step back. Seeing him, he laughed loudly.

“Admit the insult, but it's not a lie. So, aren't you afraid? ”

The back-scissors did not answer. He swallows a dry saliva and grabs the sword. It was that magic trick. Seeing it, Azin fainted.

“If you can only believe it and stand in front of it... well. I don't know if it'll work. Did you know that?”

“What.”

The hand holding the sword is sweaty. In simple fear and horror, the agony of azine continued.

“Black and white monologue is over. ”

Ajin takes a step.

“The Blind Man dance is over. ”

One more step.

“This is not a stage, and there are no funny rules about not killing your opponent. ”

The back-cut sword.

“So.”

I wanted to run away.

“I have no reason to hesitate to kill you. ”

But he couldn't escape. It was much faster for the pain to come.