Desire

I saw.

Floating in the air, the girl was halfway down. The spell plains were overhead at a glance. A faint glow emanates from the black ankle that fills the girl's feet. The magic engraved on your ankles is‘ Flying. ’It is a magical tool of Gratia that uses energy to express magic.

I felt my body getting hot. The girl hugged her shoulder. The battle was going on completely differently than I had imagined. It was an unexpected mistake. It was only right to feel unpleasant. But I didn't feel any discomfort. All she felt was...

It was a great joy.

“Awesome, awesome! ”

The girl croaked in a low voice. The Red Devil is raging. Every time a chapter unfolds, the ground flips, and every punch throws a storm. I couldn't imagine. A blood-borne vampire. I've heard a lot about it, but I never thought of it as a monster with that kind of power. I didn't think much of him when he told me about him. "Kill if you're going to be a nuisance. ’Lie on the bed and say that. I've heard that the Celestial Dragonfly Champion of the Blood Mage has enough power to be considered the greatest of them all.

I didn't care.

The power of the bridge crouching in the Namhae was strong. I was able to deal with the rainforest, not the bloodline. Bridges haven't regressed in a hundred years. It wasn't there. It was a new beginning and a hundred years was long enough. They were further away than a hundred years ago.

Bridge is the greatest of all. Of course, the Bishop of Bridge is the greatest of all. Since I was a Blood Witch swordmaster, I thought I was a frog who didn't know the truth but struggled in the well. One Swordsman said the Blood Snake and his master were dangerous, but that was dangerous to the Patriarch's Gate, not to the Mages. So I gave the order. If you bother the Passenger Gate, kill him.

Excellent choice.

And failure was a natural choice.

“Ah, milady. ”

The girl is tired. She grew up on an island. I thought martyrdom was all that was in the world, and I thought Thousand Horses was God. When the Emperor called him to examine the matter of the Muslims, he came with a noble heart as if he had received the trust. And I was disappointed in Moorish. The vast world of Jinsun was narrower and had a lower sky than the island where she lived. Even when I preached it to the Emperor, I felt guilty. Where should I go for the humiliation of the martyrdom that I have been crouching and chewing for centuries and the vengeance I have embraced about it? During the march to go farther than a hundred years, Moorim was at peace. The things called safaris come to reason and reason. It was trivial and disgusting.

By the way.

“Ma'am. Ah, ah, ma'am. Right here, right here. ”

I felt like I was burning up. I remembered the Heavenly Horse's eyes looking down at me. I remembered his eyes filled with deep boredom. I wanted to make him forget about it. I thought there might be someone who would make me forget that rule in the path of the rule that was the master of martyrdom.

And that opponent was here.

Hey, who are you? The girl crouches her head. The image of the rattling devil. It was foreign. But this feeling... she licked her lips. I've never seen a shaman look like that. But this feeling that makes the whole body tingle,

I was very familiar with it

That's fast. And there's lots of them. And they're all good... One step back. No, next door. Slide your back foot to the side and slightly to the left waist. There, lower your knees again... and lower your torso as far as you can with your lower back turned.

The attack has touched the body. Your hands and feet are a good match. The Wall is 200 men. Dozens accepted... Twenty rotations? You're trying to get me dry.Are you sure you don't want to smash it into pieces? It's the right choice.

‘They're after internal air exhaustion over here. Or are you too nervous to make a mistake or too tired? Either way, not good. ’

It's 200 hit&run. Selfless bastards. Azin kicked his tongue and stopped the rainforest. The thousand horses that were prowling behind my back lowered and disappeared. The overwhelming internal air was significantly lowered thanks to the aim of quickly reducing the number of numbers. Repeating hits and falls while maintaining the distance. This cannot be swept away in a single strike. If they're good, they'll put out a punch and shove it right through the cracks.

‘You can't take any damage yet. There's still blood left. ’

Hopefully, the bloodstream and the bloodstream will release as much power as possible. I don't want you to kill me. Is it too greedy to want to tire you out... and cut off an arm? Ajin kicks his tongue small. But if it's any consolation,

I hope the Blood Sword Dragon dies.

Heave-ho. The old bag stood up. You dropped quite a bit of internal air. Let's fill this opportunity. I moved my body without stopping thinking. I've mastered the same art form. We trust each other. The user knows where to swing the sword in order for the target to withdraw in the desired direction. We also know where to push the subsequent attacks back. That's a pass. Take defensive positions. I dig through metallurgy, removing moving spaces and pushing myself into a corner.

‘Sorry, I can see it. ’

Azin smiles. It's nothing compared to Harpy claws. It's worth a triple saffron. But it's slow. The fist with the black snow scent was much faster than this. Even Devello's valiant swordsmen were faster than this.

So, we're through. Is this the way to push them in? If so, stretch your feet in reverse. Did you expect to be beaten here? A flying sword to the neck, the face of the swinging man, was filled with awe and joy. Yes, you decapitated the Blood Dragon.

If only it was a little faster.

Screaming! The swinging capital snaps its neck. As the sword approaches you, it reaches out for a halt and throws it away. Then he reaches out again. Ten is nine, there's eight again. The fist smashes into the chest and the suction and energy drain takes away the inner air. Kwak 'jik! A twisted foot cuts off the waist, then another six. The elbow turns and stabs the temples. And five... no, not yet. The first-aid officer grabbed my head and pulled it this way, now five. You made it into an attack shield. And four. Three. Two...

I pushed myself before I became one. You take a step back. Ajin clenches his fist wet with blood. It's only been a hundred and ninety-one... or a hundred and ninety-one. How long have you been in the air? After finishing the blow, I was not so satisfied with the internal air. I wanted to suck the bone marrow... I can't help it. Azin smiles in relief.

“Are you still there? ”

Azin glanced at the back-scissors and asked. The back-blade draws its breath and envelops the arm. Earlier, Azin grabbed me and my left arm was torn off. He had already stopped bleeding or not, but his face was pale. Azin looks at his fluttering body and says,

“The one-armed man is the swordsman. Rarely. Or give up the sword. It's nice to know how to make a living. ”

The back-scissors did not answer. The passing skills of the ten swordsmen were crushed before my eyes. He didn't use any special methods of retaliation. But it was different. The user is not the target of speed and power. That's all.

‘It may be greater than your father if I only see him inside. ’

The appearance of the devil disappeared, but the power of the Forge along with it was heavier and stronger than that of the Observer. It was ridiculous. Just a few months ago, when I saw him at the dance, he wasn't like that. In the meantime, did he take any elixir? Or have I learned something special from Master Shifu? I don't know, I couldn't understand the back-scissors.

He was NPC.

‘Quite a step back, asshole. ’

Don't bother. He's got his tongue full. Should I have killed the back-scissors when I had the first chance? I thought I was going to back away from being afraid of a severed arm... but Azin kicks his tongue and tugs his foot away. Things were not good. But it wasn't that bad.

The power of the scabbard rests firmly on Azin's feet. War is not a solo act. No matter how strong you are, there are limits. If the air is infinite, we can wipe it all out by ourselves, but the rainforest consumes the air fast. While he was tied to a sword, a blood sword was being handed over to his disciples, supported by the guards. Even if you try to clean up the Swordsmanship quickly using the Rainforest, the Swordsmanship will last a long time even if you use the Cedar Forest. And the internal air will run out. You can't deal with blood samples after that.

“I didn't want to write it. ”

Ajin sighs. At best, I wanted to use it against the blood supply. Ajin puts his hand inside his chest. The eyebrows of the back-cut, looking at you with a tense face, twitch.

Out of Ajin's arms,

“.. amulet? ”

The back-scissors mutter in a muttering voice. Azin glances at it and glances at the back of his blade. Son of a bitch. Ajin spits a curse on his lips, putting an amulet from his back around his neck.

And lifted up the inner air.

Strengthen.

Speed up.

Woohoo! The buff magic inside the amulet has been released. It was the last of the scrolls received from Persian. My body was lighter and my body was full of strength. Persian said it would be a burden. Her buff magic is a magical power that forcefully amplifies her potential. It was like pulling out a oscillator. Can't use it often Only once if you use it. Azin lowers his body.

“Rooms..”

The strength of the wall, which was about to shout out in a surprised voice, is not finished. “.. uh..” A floating head ends the conversation in the air. A strange sense of cat filled the whole body. I didn't use a thousand rainforests, but I was overwhelmed with speed and strength. It's definitely dangerous. Among the accelerations, Pain kicks his tongue. It was difficult to move my body. Speed, power out of control. When I asked you to make Buff Magic Scroll, I understood why Persian was holding out.

The power to amplify with Buff Magic cannot be controlled.

Of course, not all buff magic does that. Regrettably, Persian did not specialize in buff magic. All she knew was this compulsory, ignorant thing. I can't help it. It's still usable. With as much control as possible... Azin raises his self-defense. Kuaang! Azin's body hits the sword like a cannonball.

“Don't, stop! ”

The back-scissors shout. In that shout, Azin's arms and legs sweep through the crowd. The blade of the old armor cuts off the weapon and cuts off the man. It didn't cost much. The reinforced body itself was a powerful weapon. Focuses more on the attack than on the evasion. I believed in self-defense and enormous strength. The sword shatters when it touches, and the limb shatters when it touches the limb. In a dazzling head, Ajin recalls only the attack, and his body spreads it out magnificently.

Buff magic lasts five minutes.

Dozens of people died in an instant. Even though each one of them is not at its peak, they are not lacking to be a master. He died without even swinging his sword. The stats and skills of level 200 are simple enough to make a name for a top teenager. I even received a powerful buff spell that was heavily burdened. The wall strength was inevitable.

“Profit!”

A lower back-scissors dive in. He's on his own. No matter how strong a person may be. You must be exhausted. If you stick a sword in your body.

I lost my mind.

A facepiece shattered in the head falls over the corpse.