How the Villain Lives

20. Warfare

The magic of falling arrows and liver was clearly powerful, but not to the point of being so fatally injured. This is because the people at the forefront were the contending second-ranking Awakeners in all ranks. Even if Rare armor is really unlucky for the opponent, even an arrow that digs through the armor gap can only stop them from hurting to the point of landing. If it hits the armor, the child can do more damage than knock. So when the pace slowed down in a somewhat oppressive scene, the reticence force was unbroken vanguard.

However, the story changed when the Maestro of the Forces closed the void.

Kwajik!

"Huff?!"

All of a sudden, the flying helmet exerts enormous power. I wanted to penetrate two people as they were, but I was stuck in the chest of a third person and instantly knocked down people's heads. The distance narrowed rapidly because they were rushing towards each other with all their might, but in the meantime, the force that threw out three windows at lightning speed succeeded in knocking down some of the lines on their side.

"Die!"

Kwung!

I can't afford to stand idly by and hit a weapon. It is the place where you can feel the heat of the battlefield rushing towards each other at the closest. If you don't stop, you will be trampled to death by allies coming from behind. There was one order that fell to the mighty.

All you have to do is smash it until you have a separate order.

Usually, he doesn't like the feeling of embarrassment, so he wears leather armor that protects only the main elements with metal. However, during this war, he was wearing a unique platinum armor that was specially designed to save money. An unusual armor that has no artistic cool, but has excellent defensive power and thorns all over the place to increase its attack on armor subjects. Why are you wearing this armor?

'Cause this is exactly what I'm gonna do!'

"Waaaaaaah!"

"Stop it!"

"Hey, crazy, how...!"

When I felt heavy on my shoulders, I began to run powerfully toward the front without thinking about it. A man sewn in armor as a shield was like a chariot. When I bumped into people, my speed did not diminish a bit, but I was climbing up, and the bump in front of me was bouncing back and forth without anyone holding back. But the Japanese weren't here for nothing.

Various types of weapons have been severed. No, to be precise, I tried to cut.

"I know, but you don't know me, do you?"

"Oh, you're quite strong. I can't believe you took our attack, but your Jarong ends here too!"

He laughed loudly. "Pretty strong"?

It pulls out the power that's sleeping in your body. It wasn't magic, spirituality, inner air, or any kind of skill. The power of purely physical meaning, literally. And that simplest ability had consequences that no one in that position had ever thought of.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh!"

The crescent-shaped spears swing, while the armed men bounce back or roll to the ground in horrendous shocks. The top five rankers were overwhelmed by ordinary swings, not rushing or using skills. The force of the spear over his shoulders clasped one finger in a puffy attitude.

"I warn you only once. If your life is too short, you'd better run."

Anyone who can take a brutal attack from the front will be counted under ten fingers. The rest are either broken weapons, torn guts, bounced back, or one of the three. And people were able to realize that by themselves.

'Yay, that's crazy.'

If you don't see a place with limits, you can see it. Every few seconds, it rises into the air, or is literally the place where Phoebe whistles, not the metaphor. Powerful abilities are simple. It's a simple problem.

There is no one to stop him because he is simply competent, not skilled.

Peaset!

"Argh!"

Cheer up!

"Argh!"

'... No, maybe not necessarily.'

Single Blade ( Ё Ё).

Sung-hoon, who was looking at the process from behind, almost spit out his lust without even knowing it. It was like throwing a body at an attack that was not particularly fast or strong.

Some survived with persistent life and instinct, but serious injuries could not be avoided, and those people immediately lost their lives without the white ligament coming from behind them.

Sung-hoon kept his mouth shut and melted into a white ligament.

There is no need to stand alone in this war. It's just as good to die unless you have some kind of transcendental ability. However, this melting of the white ligament makes it relatively safe to fight.

'It doesn't fall much anyway.'

When you meet death, stats drop and life disappears. You can only get loot from your body when you die. In a word, if you have something in your body, you cannot be forced to take it away.

There is no room to disable one person in such an urgent battlefield to rob or steal goods. What do you mean, if you die trying to get a dime?

"It's my life's motto to to live thin and long. And…."

'I've already done all my work anyway.'

Swing the sword according to the description of the Taekwondo method. Of course, I don't use skills. Just pull out the key and apply it to the sword. That alone showed off the power of the black pair in Miri.

"What, this is ridiculous?"

"It's a joint! Hit at the same time!"

Validation was considered a quite popular skill in Japan. This is because it is known through various media. At the same time, three inspectors opened their feet and began to cut themselves in front of Miri, who was rushing into a papule.

No matter how strong I was, they thought I'd be able to tie my feet for a while. But that was so hopeless.

Cut the pulse before two valedictorians with a left sword ride properly, and twist the sword that has already been swung with a right sword a little. Mirina simply wielded her sword as she looked at people who could not understand what had happened, and immediately three heads rolled out of the ground.

"Don't, witch!"

"What the hell is that?!!"

The appearance of Miri was different from that of ordinary people. Extremely different from those who rely on physical abilities or demonstrate destructive power. Mirina, who began to run forward with a drop of blood, sighs without even knowing it.

"Haaam."

Weak.

A man who is simply high in abilities is like rice to Mirina. Of course, some of them have special types, such as coercion, but in other words, the rest are like scarecrows to Mirina.

What was even more frightening about Mirina was that she was fighting on her abilities, not on her skills. With far less HP and magic consumption than skills, you can fight more efficiently for that long.

'At least half the opponent of Seonghun would like to appear.'

"All ready for battle! Prepare for departure!"

"Ryosuke! The captain can't go into battle himself! Please be safe…."

"You're sitting there in a safe voice! Do you think that's the case now?"

Unfortunately, Kamikaze's faction was melting like sand swept by waves. There have not been many deaths yet, but people have been scattered with horns without maintaining proper vacuum.

If they are not like the Freshmen, they will only be destroyed by each of them.

"Retreat, all of you! The reserve is divided into 3 columns, ready to defend and temporarily weave as soon as it comes back! Deliver the command immediately and I'll distract the enemy!"

"Then, the command..."

"You take command!"

I was thinking wrong.

It was too shallow to see the power of the group. Even if you have good weapons and excellent skills, it's hard to expect hundreds of people who don't fit the line properly and don't cooperate.

In the same situation, it was important to back off as much power as possible while remaining intact.

'Run for yourself!'

It was Ryosuke who was rushing to lead a contingent and began to rush. But the urgency was also the same for Yoo White Woo.

Clearly, the war itself was becoming a definitive victory for the coalition. Compared to Kamikaze, which lost its centerpiece and flowed like sand, the coalition was organically moving and coping with changing circumstances.

The confrontation between those who judge with only what is before their eyes and those who fight with the whole battlefield cannot even be compared in the first place. However, it was an inconvenient situation.

"The resistance is unpredictable!"

According to Akiko, Shi Hyun Wook's unit was built just like the Mythological Corps, so he didn't pay much attention. I didn't ride a horse, but I thought about how strong it would be to run with a sword.

However, they were performing unexpectedly well.

'This group war or the vast plains is far ahead of the mythology of horseback riding, but one-on-one.'

Yu White Woo, who heard the troops confronting them head-on, said with a staff, that the damage was quite severe.

"3,4 battalions retreat organically and 1,7 battalions step back with a little distance apart. Let's get them inside."

"Then what?"

"Wizard flyer, you've done a lot of memorabilia since yesterday, haven't you? Let's spill the bombs."