How the Villain Lives

22. Over-estimation and under-estimation.

Even though he got a job as a courtesy superimposed on his own, he boasted the strength of being a courtesy, but if he fought Sergei, the odds would be one percent, and he would have to play it very well, two percent.

'Just touch that ignorant muscle..'

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

"No, I heard something strange."

I focused for a moment, but all I heard was wind, rolling garbage, and monsters wandering one by two.

"The sound of monsters howling, the sound of something exploding, the sound of fighting?"

"So why don't you go?"

"Honestly, I'm curious. Can I go a little further?"

"I can't say anything unless you decide. All right, let's go."

Worried?

Worry is not for yourself, it is for the opponents to face it in the future. I didn't get a sense of where the sound was coming from, but Boris began to run behind Sergei without hesitation.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"It's crowded now! I can't shoot anymore!"

In the same cry as a man's scream, the woman looked down at his hand, weeping. The white and cute fingertips were bitten and marginally bloody. It was because of the hundreds of arrows that he had, using his skills to spill them all for a short time.

Moreover, the arrows were now less than ten feet. The man looking at him draws the remaining power and pushes the pushing zombies back, closes the iron door roughly, and walks through the bars.

Boom! Boom!

But it couldn't last long either. The monsters that were knocking on the door weren't as shallow as they were. A rusty, shattered iron door that won't last a few minutes.

"Are you okay?"

"… Somewhat."

The man who looks at the archer with his fingers slightly immersed in the potion approaches the window and looks out. Beyond that, it was like moving a horror movie.

"Arghhhh!"

"Argh!"

"There's no zombie movie."

Hundreds of undead monsters have gathered near this building. In the first place, he and his colleagues had no intention of attacking others on this mission.

I thought I was going to get stuck in the right building to take away time. Sometime, monsters started to come in and I was in such a desperate situation. It was hard to stop such an enormous number.

At least the realistic way out. If you're a ranker, it's not impossible to jump off a skyscraper with a trick. But I couldn't.

Quaaang!

"Argh!"

The man who later confirmed that something was flying could barely step back and escape the magic's influence. However, I could not do anything until the broken piece of glass caused a minor wound.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, and still there."

"……."

The first thing I thought about when I was surrounded was fleeing. However, the moment I opened the window to escape, magic, wherever it flew, prevented me from taking one step outside the building.

Monster? Human? Either way, we have to get out of here right now. Even if I die... '

Even if he died, he shouldn't have died as much as his colleagues. Because this was her last life. The warrior, who had no choice but to look at himself with tearful eyes, stood up to bite his teeth.

"I turn the clock on. You escaped through the gaps in my gaze."

"Then..."

"I'm sure you promised. I can still live once more. But this is your last life. I don't want to take any more time. Get ready!"

Kung!

The man who put the giant kite shield in his inventory took two round shields in both hands and went out to the window and began to breathe lightly. Even if it was a situation, he was a ranker in France. I didn't think it would be easy.

"Argh!"

Jean Grande!

The moment I threw myself into the air, breaking the glass window, the flame ball that flew with a clean difference grazed me and flew away. Once the man overcame the greatest danger, he landed balanced with one foot, as if on a street lamp standing on a road, and blew himself to the street water or nearby telescopes.

For a while, the man who showed the movement only the superman could do, immediately lighted up his eyes, gathered strength on his legs, and began to rush towards somewhere.

'Found it!'

If you continue to blow magic a few times, of course the position will be revealed. He seemed to be on the move to avoid being tracked, but it was impossible to get away from him as long as he was caught once.

c.

"Demolition!"

A man who quickly threw a shield towards a target moving beyond a closed building and grabbed his foot began to rush like a chariot with all his might.

Caddy!

"... I'm doing my best."

Immediately after breaking his waist close to 90 degrees, Sung-hoon stared down at the round shield that had passed at a close angle.

It was nice to gather monsters and crash them. Hero's Cloak, one of the unique items received in return for the last mission, has the ability to nullify rare or lesser exploration skills.

That is, it can be removed from the ability to explore the vitality of undead monsters. Of course, a hero's cloak was an item that ensured the highest level of safety in a complex urban environment, where it was possible to hide the body with only a small amount of effort, even though it could be seen with both eyes or attacked directly.

Monsters that attract them can only attack enemies and keep themselves safe in the rear. I was thinking that.

But things didn't turn out so easily.

'You're still a ranker.'

I had no idea I would step out of that situation and strike back at myself. A two-way war to escape one of your colleagues. Seong Hun, who was thinking about which side to catch, kicked his tongue for a short time, pulled out his sword, and took the rider's formula.

Jean Grande!

"You were human, too!"

A man who jumps through a three-story window with one leap throws a shield in his hand with all his might. I tried to avoid it by tilting my head lightly, but at a faster rate than expected, the cheeks drew thin blood cells.

"Where are you, Captain? What are you throwing at his shield for?"

"Son of a bitch! You'll die anyway. I'll take you to the Underworld with me!"

Boom! Boom! Kung!

Seeing a man rushing silently in front of a giant kite shield, Sung-hoon rushes up with one tail.

The archer grabbed it and was getting out of the place as quickly as possible. It is because I knew that I would make the sacrifice of my colleague in vain without hesitation. Many undead monsters, whether fortunate or unfortunate, moved along with their chaotic companions, allowing her to escape with ease.

'Can I survive alone?'

There are six arrows left. And the woman who was still thinking about more than a week left to despair almost unconsciously pulled the arrow from the tradition of boating on her back and pointed it forward.

"I hope this king doesn't shoot that arrow."

"You guys, are you the ones who attacked us?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The archer who looked at the two men as they scratched their heads could neither do this nor do that. It's that hard to trust people easily. Especially in a world where it's natural to die and kill.

I also thought that I wanted help in every corner of my heart, but if I was a little careless, I would be rewarded for the worst consequence of my own death.

"Well, this is my last life. So please... please let me go!"

"Gee, I hate women crying."

Boris shakes his head as he looks at the wailing archer. To be precise, I didn't dislike it very much. The problem is the behavior of one person looking at a crying woman.

"Huhu. Beautiful Lady, don't worry. I will protect you from danger."

With a glorious muscular look and a grin, Sergey approached and looked like he was taking a risk, not helping.

Boris, staring at the shaky archer as if he were a miserable animal just before being eaten by a bear, looks at the coming undead from behind and raises his fist.

"Don't step up, Boris! I'll take care of everything."

"If you're going to, it's good and it's me."

"Kieeeeeee!"

Monsters approaching with their mouths torn lengthwise. Based on the color of bronze, it is not just a grill, it is a reinforcement grill. Against that undead, which could barely hurt with an error, Sergei just started running barefoot.

"W-what about weapons?"

"You don't have to worry. His weapon is the body itself."

"Yes?"

The body itself is a weapon?

Are you saying you're a fighter? But you don't see any Gauntlets in your hands. One way or another, the moment she bowed to help, she saw an unbelievable scene.

"Whoops."

The densely assembled, but massive muscles swelled momentarily. At first glance, the man with the right arm, who could see that he was just strong, ran forward and shouted.

"Lariat!"

A leriot that crushes the opponent with his forearm.

It was one of the most common skills in pro wrestling, but power was never the most common skill.

Kwajik!

Just as the ripe fruit fell on its own, the heads of the gourds flew through the air with their bodies and cephalopods, scarcely touching their forearms. I can't believe it's just a hitter.

Once, with one swing, the three goulds became the Doudong River, and the gould that was behind them collapsed intact.

Huuuuu!

However powerful the wind pressure of Sergei's technology can feel for the two of them who fell behind. This is not a human force. If you go second with strength, you will not have this much strength, even if you are a slow ogre.

The archer, who thought that far, immediately sticks to Boris and says,

"Please help me!"

Let's immerse ourselves in the beauty of muscles!