Dragon’s Legacy

But I definitely had to feel the soft feeling of my chest, but I didn't even feel anything like holding air. Looking directly at his hand, he strangely strokes the air, not Lunamos' chest. Lunamos, who was just beside you, stood there smiling faintly, slightly beside you as to when he avoided.

Until just now, I was crying out in fear, and suddenly I smiled. As Han Kang-kyu, it was amazing. He seemed to have misunderstood how frightening and frightening this situation was, and he thought that the situation was being relaxed so much that he could get over it safely.

“Maybe the kith are out of their minds. They don't know what's going on." Do you want me to tell you exactly what's about to happen? Lunamos and the bitch next to him are gonna get me now. I'm a little good with women. The Holy See, all you have to do is watch me helplessly, helplessly, to see how well I've handled these two years. And when I've had all the fun, that's it? Haha. That can't be right. Those two bitches feed on the ones next to them, and in turn, they kidnap your girls and do it all in front of you. What do you think? Isn't that exciting? After you've committed all the women, I'll kill you the most ruthless of all. As long as you come at me, your life is over from the start. Hehe. ”

Han Kang-gyu barely breathed and spoke quickly. His eyes were already abnormal. The eyes of the poem, Eunji, and Lunamos seemed to have gone mad with madness.

“Don't you get tired of saying things like that? ”

“Son of a bitch. You must be out of your mind because you got beat up. Hey, hold on. First we gotta get rid of this son of a bitch and have some fun. ”

I was angry as if Han Gang-gyu was going to chew on the big question of the poem. I don't know why he pretended to be so strong all of a sudden, but Han Gang-gyu knew better than anyone how to deal with him.

When the men in suits grabbed the arms of the poem tightly, Hangang Kyu smiled and stuck his fist in the face. He swings his arm at you for an instant, but instead of a clumsy fist, there is a powerful blow with his weight intact.

An attack that, if struck by a commoner, would cause tremendous damage and spit out blood, but the pope shifts his head to avoid it. Hangang Kyu's fist helplessly passed through the city's face. It may be an attack of great power for ordinary people, but for the poem, it was only a very slow movement, as if it were a hyper-speed camera.

“Damage? Do you think you're avoiding this? You crazy bastard. Hey, pick up the hammer. Break his fucking hands first. ”

Kang-gyu told him to bring a hammer, and the man next to him immediately brought a big hammer and gave it to him. As soon as he did his jaw, the men immediately secured his arms to the ground.

At this rate, it was a terrible situation for the hammer to completely shatter your hands. For an ordinary person, fear was a moment of horror, but the poem only made a calm expression, filled with blood.

This time, the man's arm was firmly fixed and there was no way to avoid it. Hangang Kyu raised a hammer and slapped the poem with his bare hands.

Bang!

The hammer strikes the hand of the poem with heavy force. When a hard iron block and a weak human body collided, naturally, it had to be crushed into a horrible shape. Han Gang-gyu raised the hammer with you, but the hand of the poet was fine.

“What? How did he get away again? All right, hold on to that, 'cause I'm gonna crush every last one of your fingers into powder. ”

Han Kang-gyu struck the hand of the poem again. Strangely, however, you hit your hand with precise aim, but your hand hurts like a hard piece of iron. Do they keep avoiding the poetry? When Han Kang-gyu was frustrated about why he couldn't hold his hands on the ground, the situation naturally happened.

“If that's all, then it's my turn, right? ”

The poem immediately cut the rope and took Han Gang-gyu's hammer and threw it back. The hammer, which is thrown lightly like a boulder, rolls around on the floor, making a heavy noise.

“Well, what the hell. How the fuck did you get up? Hey, get him! ”

Suddenly, the poem stood up and threw the hammer, and Han Kang-gyu, who was furious, retreated and shouted, and the strong men beside him tried to give the poem.

But this time, the situation was not easily captured. Without looking at the running men, I punched them at the speed of light.

Grrr!

A gruesome sound of broken bones and crumbling sounds came from the faces of men trying to catch the situation.

“Grrrgh!”

The men with blurred faces crumbled as they screamed. In the poem, it was beaten with very little power, but not enough power for an ordinary human being to survive.

“Well, what the hell. ”

Hangang, who was embarrassed, stepped back. It was so fast that I couldn't even see how the poem was grinding the faces of the men trying to catch it.

“I've never seen scum like you in my life. I don't think keeping you alive is gonna help the world. ”

“You're talking nonsense! Get that son of a bitch and bring him to me! ”

The men who only knew when to go out with Han Kang-gyu's cry immediately rushed to the poem. The tens of strong men who would become tens quickly rushed in with various tools in their hands and emitted great pressure.

However, there was no reason to be afraid of a human who was carrying a blunt instrument with countless monsters with razor-sharp claws to cut his heart out in ridicule.

The running man swings a hammer at the poem, but the man waves lightly and sticks his fist in the man's face. Again, his face is crushed, and the man falls screaming in extreme pain.

As soon as one fell, the other man tried to shove a sharpened knife into the poem's stomach. However, the poem pulled out the knife with his hand and struck the man's face with the same palm. The man's neck snaps and flies away, bouncing to the side.

The men came at the poem vigorously, but when they cried out for one or two terrible pains and collapsed on the floor, the men were afraid to just surround the poem and dance around it, but they did not come at all. Of course, I thought I would conquer them foolishly, but I couldn't help but be afraid because the neck of the fighting tribe was turned around or my face was crushed.

“What are you doing! You bastards! There's only one opponent and you're afraid of it! I'll give you a billion to catch the Apocalypse. Get that bastard's wife! ”

When Han Gang-gyu offered me a billion, the men who noticed rushed back. They are criminals who wouldn't hesitate to kill for money, so they swung the ugly tools without hesitation and attacked the situation.

I took the sickle from the attacking man who wielded the sickle naturally and drove it into the corpse. Screaming, the man collapses, and a sharp-looking man behind him suddenly pops out and tries to stab the dagger in the chest of the poem.

It didn't matter if I was stabbed, but the poem grabbed the dagger by the hand, bent the sharp blade, and just snatched it like that, and stuck it in the man's chest.

“Rrrrgh! Help me! ”

The day of the dents pierces the chest, and the man screams in tremendous pain. As a large amount of blood flowed down the line, I tried to pull out the dagger with a trembling face full of fear. However, the poem slammed the handle with his foot into the man's chest to prevent the dagger from pulling out.

“Grrrgh...”

The man who tried to stab the poem with the dagger, instead, he struggled with extreme pain by stabbing the dagger deep in his heart.

There was only one man who was still standing among the tens of people. The man frowns and fades back, his face white with fear. The man in front of him was the devil himself. He drenched his face and chest with blood and did not even put words in his hands. It was only those whose faces were already so horribly crushed around them that their body parts were damaged by the weapon they were trying to attack. No one has avoided seeing how swift and powerful the attack is. The overwhelming power was not something the unsub could overcome.

“Sa, please save me. ”

The man in the black suit put down the hammer in his hand and begged the poet for forgiveness. Even if he did not have a reason in his hands, he was the representative of Quezron. Ordinary people like that used to forgive for their sins like this. I had no intention of sneaking in and sneaking up on you. Forgive me, and I will run away without looking back.

“Help me?”

“Well, yes. Please... we have a sick old lady and a young child at home. I didn't want to come to a place like this, but I couldn't help but want money because my kids and my aunt wanted it. Please... Please forgive me and I'll be really nice in the future. ”

“No.”

The man appealed to sensitivity and asked for forgiveness, but the situation did not change at all, and he punched the man in the face. The man bounces back like a broken doll with his face bent. I never thought I'd forgive you for hearing the same excuses.

The poem looked at the last remaining Han Gang-gyu. Then, Han Kang-gyu's complexion frowned, and he picked up a knife that fell to the ground and grabbed the silver next to him and held it to his neck.

“Don't move! Move and she lives. ”

“Seen a lot of movies? It's all just stuff that comes out of movies. ”

“Cut the crap! If you shut up one more time, I'll kill this bitch. ”

“Suit yourself.”

“What?"

Earlier, the poem came to me with a face so cold that I thought I was the one who was begging me to let go of the woman. Han Kang-gyu retreated to his face, bored with fear. I heard you can kill with just a smirk of your mouth, but you're shaking your hands at the blade.

“A normal person would have to do what you just said if a maniac like you did this. But I am grateful that I am the one you hold a grudge against. Thanks to you, I was able to upload my image and not let a good citizen suffer such atrocities. ”

“What the hell are you talking about? Can't you see what's happening? Come any closer and I'll kill her! ”

“Do it. Why can't I do it? You must be terrified because you're getting weaker. ”

“Son of a bitch! ”

Han Kang-gyu slowly saw the approaching situation and bit his lip, without even hesitating, stabbed him in the neck of the silver. Then he picks it up quickly and runs for Lunamos. I didn't kill Eunji because I thought it would be dangerous without the hostages, not because I was afraid of killing. I wanted to capture the situation and kill the most cruelly.

However, Hangang's intention to kill Eunji and take Lunamos hostage was easily blocked. It's because the poem flew in like a bullet through the floor and caught Han Kang-gyu.

“Hehe, I don't have time for this. Right now, a woman you don't want is dying with a knife to her throat. Do you mind if I call an ambulance? Hehe.”

“A woman? Where? Who are you talking about? Was there such a woman? ”

“Are you crazy? You asked me to save a woman like that... Hehehe. Did you end up treating women like me? ”

“You're in no position to say that, are you? ”

The poem slapped Hangang's cheek as it was. It looked like he slapped his cheek with a light hand, but his hand was so heavy that it was hard to recognize the shape of Han Kang-gyu's face.

“Shhh...”

Even with one slap, Han Kang-kyu couldn't scream at the pain of being pulled out of his brain. As if the body had been separated, the vision was bitter and I felt the agony of hell endlessly as if my facial bones had crumbled.

“Heal me. ”

“I understand.”

In the words of the poem, Lunamos healed Han Gang-gyu naturally. The crushed face returns and the crushed bones are restored.

“Knng...”

Suddenly, when he was released from extreme pain, Han Kang-kyu vomited his breath. All the pain was gone so much that I thought I had dreamed it.

“You're not mistaken about that doll, are you? ”

“Excuse me?”

Han Kang-gyu was so confused that she couldn't even decide what was going on. She quickly turned her head to the words of the poem and looked at the woman who just stabbed her neck. But it was definitely a shoddy doll made of cloth by a woman who had just warmed up. It was no more than a doll with a stick of cotton sticking out of its neck.

“How, what happened... No way...”

Han Kang-gyu couldn't believe it. She was never a doll. Her body temperature, which she had just touched, remained intact in her hands.

“Are you prepared to get back what you did to me, or at least ten times as much? ”

“What? If you lay a hand on me, I won't stand idly by the Shiva Group. ”

Han Kang-gyu stuttered. Until now, my rotten fish face was so frightened that I could hardly believe I had a bitter smile.