Desire

Slaughter. Azin stares at Rosch in a daze. There was no shame or rebuttal on Rosch's face. It was a grave determination and reasoning. Azin stares at Rosch's face and asks again.

“Slaughter? Ten minutes? ”

“Yes.”

Rosch replies with a expressionless face. At that, Ajin smiled in relief. He clenches and opens his hands, staring at Rosch.

“You. With Alcadion dead, you must be the strongest of the vampires now, right?" ”

“Yes.”

It was the moment when the answer was over. Azin's hand moves. Rosch's eyes are wide open. Rosch opens his lips looking at Azin's fingertips, which stopped right in front of his eyes.

“You see?”

Azin asks. Rosch hesitates and shakes his head. I didn't see anything move. When I woke up, I saw fingers in front of my eyes. Azin grins in response to Rosch's reply.

“If you didn't see it, you wouldn't see any other vampires, would you? ”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then I can slaughter all of you in 10 minutes. They will tear it apart, not slaughter. All arms and legs and heads. ”

It's not a lie. It would be a bit annoying to have an Alcadion, but a group of vampires without an Alcadion is not the enemy of Azin. Azin was confident that he would tear them apart in ten minutes if he came at them from the front.

“So don't talk nonsense, just take me to Durahan. Desknight is later.”

Rosch shuts up and starts to move, Azin says. He was overwhelmed by what Ajin said. He doesn't see Azin's movements.

‘You don't have to wear golden robes... You'll be slaughtered in ten minutes. ’

In a house called a frontal battle. Rosch's pace is swift. Despite Rorsch's treason against the Queen, Rorsch himself did not think so. Is there any concept of rebellion against the queen in the first place? I can't help it. The queen Rosch knew wouldn't be a big deal about this.

‘Rather, they will enjoy it. ’

The queen was enjoying this war. I used the Alcadion I've been watching for so long as to use it as a messenger and condone the death of the Alcadion. It was the human who was summoned by the Queen in exchange for the Alcadion's life. Rosch grins.

‘.. I don't think I can defeat the queen. ’

The queen is a monster. A monster in true sense. I didn't think I could defeat the queen if the entire magic of the forest ran through. Even if the Death Knights loyal to her turn their backs and point their swords at the Queen,

‘Will it take 10 minutes. ’

Desperate but true, she was. An overwhelming presence that makes the magic of the forest unable to think of resistance. We can't stop the monsters in the forest without that much power.

Rosch admits that Azin is strong, but he thinks he's not the queen's enemy.

Rosch stops. He frowns and looks at the horror in front of him. Azin, walking behind Rosch, sticks his head out and looks ahead.

“That's terrible.”

Azin flattens with a grave face. The slaughtered corpse is abundant. Azin glanced at the visceral branches and blood-covered trees. If not, over a hundred bodies lay on the floor.

‘The knights of Gracia. ’

Who else could be in these woods in the first place? Azin glances at their armor. I didn't know until I joined, but I could tell it wasn't long after they were corpses.

“... so soon. ”

Rosch mutters in a small voice. At that point, Azin stares at the corpses without a word. What's going to happen? Azin was able to see that it was not difficult. The ominous magic that flows through the forest sweeps through the corpses.

This is the Black Forest. A forest where magic and undead live. If a living creature sets foot in the forest, it gets lost, bitten and torn to death by witches and beasts.

After that, he is reborn as a resident of the forest. The corpse rises up. The man with the broken leg crouches with both arms. The man splits and spills his intestines. He spills his mojo, propping it up with his hands. The Knights of the Hundred have become the undead, giving glory to their eyes. Azin looks back at them.

[Poor bastards.]

You hear the murmuring of Ahdim. They were all knights who gained the recognition of Adim.

‘It's not Death Knight. ’

[Death Knight is different. They reject the faith underlying the knighthood from its roots. They didn't reject my faith. Just dead... If the spirit had gone to Valhalla, the body would have remained undead. Collect.]

Adim was exhausted. Even if he didn't say it like that, he was going to do it. Azin steps forward, clamoring. The roaring corpses smell nasty. They weren't dead long ago, but their bodies were rotting away.

Azin reaches out to them without hesitation. A swarm of shimmy waves explodes from the lead due to the tension reached by Ajin. Ajin quietly moves his hand with an expressionless face. The corpses of the knights of Gracia were once destroyed by Azin and laid to the ground.

“Wasn't that your colleague? ”

“What a colleague. ”

Asin looks back at Rosik, scoffing at his questions behind his back.

“Show me again. ”

Rosch nods and walks past Azin. Azin's eyes narrowed. I thought they were all separated, but they're not all like that either. However, the shape of the armor everyone was wearing was different, so it seems that they were separated and reunited.

Where is the emperor? ’

I wanted to hear the sound, but the forest was quiet. There must be a battle between the magicians and the humans somewhere. You hear nothing.

“Where are the other humans? ”

“Do I have to guide you? ”

Rosch asks. Asin blinks and smiles.

“No, not yet. ”

In silence, they walk through the woods. The forest air was changing every step of the way. At some point, Azin felt intense blood flow. Just a few steps ago, I couldn't feel it.

“Up ahead. ”

Rosch said, I didn't have to listen to anything. A strange sound mingles within the vein. Laughing, chewing and swallowing. Azin walks past Rosch, smiling heavily.

After a few trees. The flushing and sound became stronger. Azin's steps stopped. The man crouches and eats something. Azin glances back at him. You see a lot of muscle twists and knots.

Azin shouts and approaches his back. He jumps to his feet. Azin looks up at the beggar, not surprised. He was not on his neck.

It was Durahan.

“Who are you? ”

I asked, looking at the pain on my head. Azin stares at him without saying a word. He wasn't alone. Dozens of Durahan sit near him and eat. Azin looks down at the ground in the bloody fibrin. He is surrounded by shredded corpses and shredded bones.

“What?”

The dumbbell frowns. He frowns and looks at Azin.

“You smell like frostbite, that wolf. ”

“I just grabbed it. ”

That's what Ajin said. The answer opens the dumbbell's eyes wide. He squints and laughs loudly.

“You killed frontier teeth? ”

“Yeah. Can you believe it? ”

“No, there's nothing you wouldn't believe. It smells too bad. The smell of frostbite blood. ”

“Nice nose. Is it because of the pig?”

Azin mutters. It's a lightly thrown taunt, but the dumbbells don't seem as violent as he thought. Instead, he takes a few steps back. Other Durahan stirs up the reaction of the dumbbells.

“So, you want to catch me, too? ”

“Yes.”

It was the moment Azin answered. The other Durahans rush in screaming. They raise their heads in one hand, a large sword or axe in the other, and attack Ajin. Azin grins and pulls his foot back. The slightest movement frees Agin from any attacks they make.

“You are so rotten. ”

Azin is dead. His fist is clenched. Qasim! A hole in Durahan's hard chest was pierced by a light swing. Azin raises his strength as he looks at the body of the corpse that does not even flow. At the same time, a young Rivelion shines in his body.

Azin moves his arms a little and takes a few steps forward. Disassembled in an instant. I see Durahan's body lying on the ground. When I saw it, the dumbbell's face was a little stiff. The other Durahan flinches and takes a step back.

“What are you doing?”

The dumbbell spits. He pulls out the axe with a stiff face. The centuries-old relic was also a large axe that looked like it would strike back.

“They're trying to get away. Go kill him!”

The head of an airborne dumbbell shouts. Durahan, who was a little stiff on the dance of Azin, yells and lunges at him. Azin smiles in relief. The gold flutters in his eyes.

Durahan's lunge is only slower in Azin's eyes. I don't know about the power of the strike, but the movement itself is dull. Azin's feet were stretched out. His body fires quickly. Azin pushes Durahan's axe from the other side with his hand and knees into his chest. You hear bones shattering.

Using his body as a platform to roll over, he leaps into the air. His body spins in the air. Like a hedgehog raising a needle, a myriad of thorns emerged from Ajin's body. It was a thousand coins, the final ceremony of the no-man 's-land secret. Hundreds of ratios shot around the body of Azin pierced Durahan. It was a thin and thin scepter, but the strong scepter completely destroyed Durahan's hard body.

A puddle of blood drops down on top of it. The shot archers return to the body of Azin. Azin glances at the dumbbells, flushing the blood on his body.

“You're alone. ”

Azin mutters. Dumbbells grinning, looking at him with a stiff face. He makes a loud noise and approaches Azin.

“You're strong! You said you killed frozen teeth, and you really did. You're the one who killed him, aren't you? ”

“That's right."

“What do you want to do? Are you trying to get to the queen? ”

“Yes.”

In response, the dumbbell's expression is slightly stiff. The dumbbell lowers its axe. He looks at the pain with a serious face.

“Then I'll help you. ”

A sudden word. Azin stares at the dumbbell without saying anything. The dumbbells whisper in Azin's eyes.

“I don't like the queen either. Even though you killed him, I still have many Durahan with me. It'll definitely help. ”

“Keep going. ”

“No matter how strong you are, you won't be able to face both the Dark Knights, the Riches, and the Banshees. That's why I'm going to help you. So...”

“Help you? ”

“Yes. I can't compare to you, but I also lead a tribe in the forest. Enough of your help."

“Hey."

Azin smiles bloody.

“Just put the knife behind your back away. ”

At the end of the sentence, the dumbbell draws the sword around his back and swings it around his neck. I heard you were a mercenary commander. Azin turns his chin slightly away from the flying sword to his neck.

“Son of a bitch.”

Azin's feet kick the groin of a dumbbell.

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They said it wasn't because of the undead.