Desire

The death of Zovolt has jolted other noble horsemen. They pay more attention to Azin, who killed Zovolt, than to his weakness.

The first one to move was Prazel, Lord of the Red Castle. Prazel turns to Azin, and the other horses give him a bad look. I wanted to fight the Humans who killed Zovolt, but it was clear that Prazel would never return to them in order.

Prazel was an old monster who survived and fought in the Great Wall for a long time. The Duke of Prazel was the most powerful man in the world after the Demon King.

Azin, who destroyed Zobolt, was unable to breathe. It was because I felt a great presence coming. It was a dark footprint that stimulated the depths of the mind. My heart thumped and jumped as I heard the rumbling coming from a very far away place, giving me chills and creeps all over my body. Ajin looked at the direction the sound was coming from his stiff face.

In Abigail's battlefield, Azin saw Prazel's face clearly. Fraser, who scattered his gray long hair, was a cool looking man. The golden eyes that are only interested see pain. When his gaze met, Azin felt confused as if time had stopped. The feeling that came from inside Ajin's heart was a long-standing unpleasantness and denial.

We can't fight.

At the end of that thought, he dragged her back. But then I chewed my lower lip and moved my foot forward again. We can't fight. I couldn't back down even though I knew him. Queek. Praesel's appearance disappears from Azin's eyes.

“Excellent.”

The voice was on the side. Azin turns his head, flawed. There is a Prazel standing nearby. The distance between Ajin and Prazel has now been narrowed enough to be able to talk in person. Ajin's face distorted because he couldn't capture Prazel's movements.

“Zobolt was pretty good, too... were you careless? Hmm. I don't think so. You just overwhelmed Zobolt. ”

Prazel mutters softly. Azin was unable to speak ill of him. What was in front of Azin was a monster in true sense. Even though it was nothing compared to the Demon King, it was a monster that was too much for Ajin to bear.

“I'm Prazel. ”

Prazel grins, revealing her teeth.

“I'm in charge of the Holy Spirit of the Red Castle. You don't know." "... Duke? ”

You didn't talk to him before you fought Zovolt. In Azin's question, Prazel nods his head with a chuckle.

“That's right."

As expected, Azin clenches his fist. The original idea was to defeat as many Marquis as possible before fighting the Duke. But as always, world history is not what it wants. Azin stares at Prazel and asks.

“Where is the Demon King? ”

“It is a war he does not need to wage. ”

Prazel shrugs and replies.

“You should be thankful he didn't come. That's why I can mimic the war. ”

After saying that, Prazel grins.

“Ah… Is that worse? Rather than imitating a meaningless war and hoping for some sort of victory. Is it better to just get it over with? ”

Azin could not condemn it as nonsense. There was nothing wrong with it. The only reason we can fight a war imitation is because the Demon King isn't here. If the Demon King had come from the beginning and stood at the forefront, the war would not have been won. No, actually, it still is. Azin shuts up and scowls through the battlefield.

The situation was overwhelming. They chose a naval tactic to make a suicide charge, but the hordes of horses and monsters led by them were not heavily pushed against players with more than a few times their power and NPC forces. The monsters were fading, but the Horsemen were still alive.

“How much more do you think we can do? ”

Prazel asks for Azin.

“We're playing with a long game of carnage. But play... you get tired of it. Maybe that's the end of the war. ”

Azin turns to look at Prazel.

“Especially the Marquis and the Dukes. You'll be bored soon enough, and the war will be over.” “... You don't know that. ”

“You're trying to get your hopes up. ”

Prazel laughs. He stretches his feet toward Azin as he raises his arms, which he lowers down.

“Sure. I'll play too. ”

Prazel raises her mouth and smiles. Looking at him, he swallowed his breath. The physical burden of the battle with Zobolt has already recovered. But can we defeat the Duke, Prazel, in the face of all things? No, leave the question out of it. Engaging in such things weakens the mind.

When Ajin's body disappeared, Prazel was not surprised. Zobolt was unable to read the heart of Azin, but not Prazel. Prazel raises her right arm without even slightly moving her eyes. Kuaaang! With a loud bang, Prazel's cloak wiggles slightly.

Asin looks down at Prazel's right arm, which is not frozen, and distorts his face. Once more, he hurls himself into the world of the heart. In a hyperfast world, the landscape looked rather slow. Azin rushes toward the leader, Sun Prazel. When throwing a fist with the will of a desperate man,

Prazel's eyes moved. 0.000... in a world of such times. Azin and Prazel's eyes met. Once again, pain felt like time had stopped. But that's how it felt, and Azin's attack was flying towards Prazel without stopping.

Percussion.

Prazel's hand snatches Azin's fist. It was a meaningless result, as if ‘of course’ it had to be. Of course, Ajin did not make sense of the results. He opened his eyes to see Prazel's face, and Prazel smiled joyfully at Azin's gaze.

Pabababak!

His consciousness flies. Azin staggers and takes a few steps back. Something bloomed from my mouth and nose. Hot... blood.

“Cough!”

Azin shuts his mouth with his hands. The blood flowing out of my fingers drenched his jaw and clothes. I felt the pain of being crushed all over. He couldn't understand what was going on. Prazel tucked his hands together.

Lottery? Lottery?

“Yuck!”

I couldn't stand it, so I vomited blood. The vomited blood was mixed with pieces of shredded intestines. Azin's legs tremble and tremble. The self-destruct was open, but it didn't hold. Praesel's batting destroyed Azin's self-defense, even with a simple blow, and hammered Azin's body. Even though there was such a process, Azin did not even feel the beating of Prazel.

“You're using a fun technique. ”

Prazel mutters. He grips his hands, reaching for Azin. Azin closes his mouth with his hands and breathes a harsh breath. The wound is healing. Azine with various titles can regenerate injuries rapidly if not killed a few times.

“But efficiency doesn't seem so good. ”

Are you talking about the heart? Ajin looks at Prazel as he feels his body recover. Prazel's hands are lifted.

“It's too light to be quick. ”

While whispering a word of advice or ridicule, Prazel's appearance disappeared. In pursuit of Prazel's disappearance from sight, Ajin stretched his senses, expanding his appetite. The black darkness revolves around the pain. I just confirmed that Prazel's attack cannot be prevented by a simple self-defense aircraft. The azine was next grafted with a nonpolarity to the self-straightener and the ginseng foramen itself.

Don't get through. Don't get through. With such intense will, Ajin pursued Prazel and prepared for Prazel's attack. I caught it. I felt the presence of Prazel approaching from the outside at super-speed. Black Male flesh. The mistrust of the Jinn Shrine unfolds. Darkness that was engulfed in azin became hundreds of thousands of lashes. It rushes towards Prazel in unison.

“Haha!”

You hear laughter in the unseen. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. It was an explosion created by Prazel's wielding hands. Hundreds of whips of Black Male Flesh vanish from the explosion. Azin continued to dominate the space as he sharpened his teeth. Spatial domination made possible by the fusion of Jinn and Jinn Xinjiang into darkness, everything in the space that Azin could rule. Just as Mocha could use an infinite amount of chakra, so was Ajin.

Hundreds of whips are recreated, extinct by Prazel. Azin swings it wide and tries to catch the invisible Prazel. But Prazel was never caught. He digs deep into the narrowing black market flesh and narrows his distance to Azin.

That was Azin's target. As Prazel approaches, Ajin raises his next misunderstanding. Life and death. Azin's eyes flash. The strength of the Black Male flesh wrapped around a radius of tens of meters was scattered into a fog. It was the fog of death that extinguished everything around it.

I just know it's not enough. Even life depletion was combined with non-polarity. The fog of death rolls in. No matter how fast Prazel was, the fog of death, which held tens of meters, must have been inevitable.

“The will.”

Prazel's body stopped. He stands nearby with the azin. Praesel laughs in the fog of death.

“Too powerless for self-determination. You didn't know?”

Prazel approaches with a loud voice. He no longer moves at high speed. I just walked through the mist of mortality, sprinkled by Azin like a joke. Azin opens his mouth, staring at the approaching Prazel.

“No, I know. ”

The Demon King told me.

The light of the young Rivelion erupts in Azin's hands. The black mist of mortality changed its properties in an instant. Rivellion, which Azin handed over to Adim, cannot be used only in the flesh.

It can also mix with Qi itself. When the mist of mortality turned into the light of Rivelion, the smile disappeared from Prazel's face. He hurriedly tries to escape the blast of light, but by the time Prazel figures it out, it's too late.

Kuaang! The light of the Rivelion erupts and illuminates the surroundings. I saw Praesel seizing in the light and biting his body. Ajin did not miss that moment. He ran forward, ignoring the burden of the flesh. In an instant, Azin narrows the street and grabs Prazel by the neck. No matter how powerful the duc was, he had to take damage as long as he was struck by the light of the Rivelion with the power of the permanent wave.

“Ugh...! ”

But it's a peacock. Prazel opens her eyes and reaches for Azin. A shimmering glare pushes the light out of the Ribbon. Azin throws his upper body forward. The left arm and left chest are wrapped in light and disappear. Seeing it, Prazel was embarrassed for a moment. If a human gets that much injury, he dies. Because it was common sense.

But he doesn't die. He was a player before he was human, and this level of injury was quickly regeneratable. Prazel opens her mouth wide, watching the pain regenerating the wound at super-speed.

“Are you really human?! ”

When Prazel shouted, Azin didn't answer, and shot down his fist.

The light of Rivelion breaks Prazel's head.

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It's too late. I'm sorry.