Desire

Azin gasps, raising his body to its knees. Praesel's body limps, losing its head. I caught the duc. Thinking about it, Prazel's body scatters into dust. Seeing it, his face stiffened stiff. He quickly twisted his body, and the judgment was right. The black blade shot from the square divided the spot where the pain was. It wasn't just a cut through the air. The darkness flashes as the area of the assault splits open. The ringing of his ears made him deaf and creepy.

“You're careless.”

It was Prazel who mumbled so much. He must have smashed his head... but Prazel was unharmed. However, Prazel's face was no longer relaxed and smiling. Prazel narrows her eyes and stares at Azin.

“I didn't think humans could do this. Rivellion... I've seen you use it to destroy Zobolt. I never thought I'd use Rivelion like this. Yeah, it's all because I was careless. ”

Praesel chuckles. Every time Prazel laughed, his presence was amplified. It became a great sense of intimidation and hit the azin. Azin has been overcome by pressures like crushing his whole body.

“That was pretty good. ”

Pressure fades. Every last drop of energy seems like a huge mountain that will never collapse. As Prazel steps forward, Azin thinks he wants to take a step back without even knowing it. I cut off the thought by chewing my tongue. If we don't catch Prazel with the trap we just set, Prazel will no longer be caught in Azin's magic tricks.

In that case.

Even before I could think of a response, he flew backwards. I got hit. How many hits? Rarely grasping at the fragments of consciousness that break into strands, Azin realizes that his arms are gone. The defenses of the raised arm are pierced and both arms are gone. It wasn't just my arm. There were five large holes in his body.

Originally, it would have been an impossible wound, but he moved his body. Wound regenerates rapidly and consciousness becomes clear. As a player, you are insensitive to pain and death is far away. With both feet on the ground, Prazel stretched out his hands toward Azin, who was leaning in the air.

“I'll teach you how to write your mind. ”

Prazel mutters. The pressure of the intangible approaches. It was covert, but Ajin instinctively felt death. Azin urgently raised his mind to self-defense. Kuoooo! Death raids from everywhere. Azin opens his eyes as he sees the expanded self-propeller scatter in vain. The will is too powerless for the stronger one. The inevitable limit was now laid bare before Azin's eyes.

“Your will is quite sharp. ”

Ajin chose to avoid rather than respond with defense. It's more provocative than avoiding it on purpose. Azin's right eye flashes and opens. A golden man was triggered. Blank, not in the heart. It was short distance diving magic. Azin's body disappears from its place.

“Human-grade. ”

Prazel hums.

“Magic is the same. No. Your magic is rather immature. Well... Humans don't have much time. I may not be the Devil. ”

Calculations of the movement coordinates were instantaneous. The blade of darkness protrudes as Prazel reaches out. After finishing the space jump, Azin appeared, shaking his hand in horror when he saw the attacking blade. Azin's strength and Prazel's attack collide. The reverberated sound was not a loud noise, but a sharp cut. The strong man is cut off and Azin's arm is cut off and flutters into the sky.

“I have mastered hundreds of years of magic and hundreds of years of martial arts. And I've trained myself for hundreds of years. ”

That's the absolute difference between humans and the Horsemen. Unlike humans who only live a hundred years at most, the Horses live hundreds of thousands of years. Even the smartest minds cannot surpass that overwhelming time difference. In fact, Ajin is not a man classified as a genius. Even though the non-polarity matched azine and imagination well, and the player's growth increased, there was an explosive boost. It was nothing compared to Prazel, who reigned as a duke in the palace.

“Oh, of course. I'm not saying you're not great. You're... amazing. The most human of them all. But then again, that's the limit. Your opponent is not human. ”

Prazel approaches with a loud voice. Azin staggers back, holding his severed arm in his hand. What the hell am I supposed to do? When fighting the Marquis, he was able to respond. But the Marquis and the Duke were too different. The sheer determination of Azin should not be opposed to Prazel's. It is the same for me if I try other means than the concept. The magic that unfolds into the golden eye lacks its power, and even if you try to wage a battle with the depths of the void, you cannot defeat Prazel.

“... stop. ”

Azin spits it out. Azin uses the absolute command of the traitor title as a way of catching straws. I looked at Prazel with her eyes wide open.

“Obey me. ”

“You're doing a cute thing. ”

Praesel chuckles. Absolute command of a traitor title. It didn't even work. It must have worked. Prazel has ridiculously repelled the effects of command.

“Conscience is the strength of the mind. It's not easy to wiggle. It's got a clear shot at the center. ”

Prazel is dying. Azin chews his lower lip. There was no way for Azin to take advantage of Prazel, unless command was granted. Do you want to actively use the light of the Rivelion to enter the melee battle? No matter how strong the will, it cannot be used indefinitely. If I believe in the regenerative power of my body... if I don't die, I'll do what I can. Or should I just run away? We cannot defeat Prazel with our current pain.

“You're shaking. ”

Prazel said to Azin, I didn't feel it, but I could see it. Or have you read it? Prazel moves again before Azin can say anything. That dark blade of courtesy struck Zin. Azin clenches his fist and twists his back. Break it down. Punch it through. A fist filled with desperate determination struck Prazel's blade. Kuaang! I feel a chilling pain in the end of my fist. The blood rises and Prazel's blade disappears. Azin tries to attack, but he doesn't attack after the foreign sensation in his hands. The death mask rises as the blade cuts into chaotic decay.

“What the...! ”

“Curse.”

Prazel mutters. The black discoloration that starts at the wound covers your hands and rises to your forearms. Azin quickly tears out his right arm. Prazel bursts into laughter.

“That's a bold move. I can't use it if I'm human. Your immortality has already surpassed the limits of your species. So it's a question. Whether you're really human. ”

Prazel's body turns blurry and disappears. He was already in front of Azin. Puebuck! The workshop came and went. Azin's arms flutter with blood.

“Though martial arts are worth it. ”

Unlike the wounded azin, Prazel was fine. Every time Prazel's arms moved, Ajin vomited blood. Before his arms regenerated, Azin lifted his feet. Change the response from the law to the law. Twisting at the waist, both feet made a colorful change. Such a transformation. Even after being mixed up with the phantom, Prazel's hand severed the legs of Azin.

Azin's limbless body rolls over the ground. Prazel slowly approaches Azin.

“This isn't funny anymore. I told you, it's just a game. Well... you were pretty good for a game. ”

Prazel raises her hand, saying so. Azin sighs and looks up at Prazel. Die. Die here. Death? Death is not the end for the player. He will be resurrected in four hours. If he is resurrected in four hours... the war will be over. Wouldn't that be better? If Ajin dies, the location of the holy woman will not be determined. Can you be sure of that? With the Demon King's ability, we might be able to capture Camilla's Shadow Space. If that's the case. If he's dead in that situation. Azin can do nothing.

I hate that. I couldn't do it. Azin is forced to get up. The torn and severed limbs have already regenerated. So, you can do it. I had to.

“Meaningless resistance...”

Prazel's words don't last forever. Paaaak! The blast that flew through the space struck Prazel. Prazel was unharmed, but the sudden attack was powerful enough to irritate his nerves. Prazel frowns and looks at the direction of the attack.

Devello is on his way. Why Devello is here. You were fighting the Duke, weren't you? Prazel's face is cold as she glances at Devello.

“Oops.”

Prazel mumbles as she raises her hand. A dark darkness envelops Prazel's body. It was... an unused means of fighting Against Azin. The darkness that covered Prazel's body became an old-fashioned form of armor. Prazel, wrapped in armor, mutters in a surprised voice.

“You destroyed Levias? How can you be human?”

The words made Jinn feel numb. I don't know the name Levias. However, Devello knew that the Mages were the ducs. Devello... has the duc. I thought it was ridiculous. Devello was weaker than Azin. I met him only a few months ago and was convinced of her innocence. At that time, Devello was at a lower level than Azin. Azin had overwhelmed Devello. Yeah, it's only been a few months since.

By the way.

“Fantastic. I thought you were the best of the humans... Haha! It wasn't. My eyes were too dull to watch the battlefield for so long. This is fun!”

Prazel ran forward shouting. The emotions mixed in with Praesel's shouting were excitement about the enemy's number. It was a feeling I didn't show when I fought Ajin. Playmate. Yeah. Prazel only said that about Azin.

But not against Devello. Wearing an armor was evidence of serious combat. Prazel and Devello's running sword collide. Unlike Azin, who was unilaterally pushed, Devello countered Prazel's attack. From then on,

I couldn't see him. The workshop they shared had already transcended the world of hearts Azin could see. The intense conscience and determination shook the space, and the pain sat still and was dumbfounded.

Black emotions rose from my heart. I feel disgust in my mouth. Azin looks down. Between my fingers, I saw sand clotted with blood.

Just a few months. In that short period of time... you have surpassed it. Because you're a genius? Just for that reason? Azin's shoulders narrow.

feeling of defeat, feeling of inferiority, feeling of despair. It gets tangled up.

Soon it became murder.