How the Villain Lives

25. Winners and losers.

"Huuuuuu."

Exhale naturally and stop breathing while leaving some air in your lungs. Beyond the lens, I saw Sung-hoon sprinting through the ruined city and Jack chasing after him. Eli's hand was grasped with a sniper rifle, or a horsepower, with a modern feel. Originally, Madofo was as clumsy as a handcannon made in the old days, but Ellie began to change the appearance with a little bit of money.

It was easy to get someone who knew about the weapon, someone who knew about the various firearms, and a real expert, even though he walked out on a bounty fund, and put their knowledge together and converted the magic potion into this sniper's image. This has led to many improvements in terms of accuracy, stability, destruction, and speaker power.

Eagle Eye. '

A simple vision enhancement skill that can be learned by a wizard and various assistive magic begins to envelop the whole body. And in a weak feebleness, Eli pulls the trigger without hesitation. The sparkling light from the bullet instantly narrowed the distance and began to shoot at the target. However, contrary to what was originally expected, it was only half accomplished.

The darkness seems to have gathered near Jack and stopped the attack. Looking beyond the lens, Ellie sighs a little.

"Wow, isn't that a total scam? We'll guard against any attack that could automatically cause harm."

It also guards against attacks that you don't even notice. Seeing a shield of darkness that was several times more efficient than the wizards' shield, Ellie sighs and pulls out all her energy, pulls out the lost manna stone, and inserts a new manna stone. Madopo is good, but it was a problem to eat manna stones every time you shot them. But now is not the time to forget the money.

"Still not the perfect invincibility."

Whether there is a limit to the amount of money spent, a limit to the number of times, or a limit to the amount of shock that can be prevented, there will certainly be a way to break it. Even if it only has the effect of catching my ankle because I can't do it, I have to keep restraining it. Otherwise, the monster will hold the Holy Spirit alone.

Kwaang!

"Fuck! This again!"

Jack almost fell off balance because of the light beam that flew from somewhere while he was running hard. Of course, I didn't fall because I moved the balance very naturally, but I had no choice but to slow down. The location of the attack was easily noticeable because the light was flashing. The problem, however, was that the distance was never long.

The opponent will not be there by the time he runs there to defeat them. After all, it was Jack who decided to go after ghosts to weep. Of course, it was not easily released either. I knew he wasn't normal, but I didn't think he'd be this annoying.

"30 seconds have passed already? You didn't say 30 minutes wrong, did you? Huhu."

It's a tempting provocation.But the problem is that I'm going through with that provocation.

No matter how constrained the ability is, Jack's abilities and skills are one step ahead of the top-rankers, even though he has a moderate deterrent. Even in this state, two top-rankers in the United States, if they see each other die, they are confident to take three of them. The skill of the occupation called Demon King was so fraudulent that, above all, Jack's stats, which were fried with the power of deception, still exceed 800.

'So if you think normally, you should catch it.'

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

Every time Jack's leg hits the ground, the ground starts to explode, as if it were a bomb. It simply unleashed magical power and exploded the ground to gain strong thrust. The reaction was monotonous and massive, but the effect was equally certain.

I finally put it within range. I put it in the range...

"I didn't just buy my mouth again. But we can still fight enough to keep one body."

"If you're this strong, why don't you fight justly and defeat me? Huh?"

"I think political parties are a little different. Wouldn't it make sense to fight using all my abilities?"

"Is that justified...? Go!"

Claymore cut off the street lamp as it was, but Seong Hoon had already laid his torso back close to 90 degrees to avoid the attack. In that state, he stabbed with a clean knife without missing a gap, and Jack was forced to stop the attack by tilting Claymore to make an impression.

"Fair enough! If you cut off an arm right now, I'm prepared to fight the fair fight that Jack wants."

"Cut it yourself!"

I thought he was the one who bought his mouth, but swordsmanship was not common.

It was like dancing, and it had a tender, light-hearted body, and an explosive power enough to deal with itself.

'I'm not the one who looks ridiculous. What's so bad about a guy who can compare to a top-ranker with basic combat abilities?'

He was pouring out as many attacks as he could, but his coercion was becoming increasingly blurred. It was a simple, ignorant swing with no formality or flow, but it was also the most effective way. There was a definite gap in the ghost who tried to fall after losing his posture.

"Dark Strike!"

A black ray emanating from the left hand aims for the bullet and is shot. If you avoid it, you will immediately cause the balance to collapse and if you offset it, you will create a skewer with a stab.

'With that detergent, it is impossible to defend. Either way, at least one of the limbs will be cut off... Huh?'

Ghosts did not evade, nor did they attack. I stopped it in a physical sense. I couldn't stop it with a detergent, but I wanted to see if my left hand was going to the waist dance, and I heard something in the square. So far, I couldn't see it because I was covered in a cape.

Anyway, Jack grinds his teeth as he pulls out another unexpected weapon and sees a ghost out of the crisis.

"Shield? It's not a longsword or shield, it's a unique combination of a detergent and a shield. But what can you still hide from me?"

"This is not a shield."

"Not a shield?"

It must have been so challenging, and I didn't check it properly because of the dust, but what do you mean it wasn't a shield? Once he stood still to see what the equipment looked like, Jack made an unpredictable look at the object in the ghost's hand.

"Books?"

"It's a book."

"No, I know it's a book, because I have eyes."

It looks like an onion that keeps coming out.

"Are you insane? What did you think of the book?"

"I was told to fight."

"... I've never seen anything as unusual as you. Now it's going to rotate a hundred and eighty degrees, and it's going to make me laugh. You fight with a book?"

"This is surprising."

As the book unfolded on its own, the page began to burn. And at the same time, magical spheres of various colors began to emerge around me.

Quaguar overlight!

Explodes.

Jack is once again amazed by the magical power of an attack that spills over the face, not the point of being shot at. Even though the magic that had been unfolded so far had not unfolded the book as a medium, it seemed to be twice as powerful.

'Offset with the blessing of darkness. Instead of spending more magic, I don't give you any more time.'

I came out in the dust like a tyrant, but there was no ghost there. However, I was not embarrassed. The ghost's pattern was now sad. Thorough hit and run. He's a cunning jackass who doesn't come easily even though he creates gaps.

'I feel like catching a real boss mob.'

In the meantime, Seong Hun, who had fled to the Sangha building quite a short distance, had already narrowed his distance and lifted his finger from the common-language robe and stepped on a faintly glittering machine and ran with his weight on it.

Kaang!

Thanks to the jump kit, Jack also jumped behind Sung-hoon who jumped beyond the building with twice his usual leap force. No, I tried to jump.

unless the shining beam of light flies through his side.

I was able to hold on when I was on the ground, but I lost my balance in the air and was forced to get stuck in a nearby car.

"Kill, kill! I will surely kill you! I will surely kill this fucking ghost bastard!"

The bloodline that protruded from Jack's forehead was representing his current heart. Fortunately, the ghost did not try to lure herself into the distance.

'You must be confident that you can hunt me enough. Yeah, keep thinking like that. Don't run away, okay?'

"I'm sorry I'm late. I was so busy catching up when I looked so awkward."

Hedges arrived at the same time. It was still a new arrival, but it was a happier situation for Jack now than ever.

"Go to the building over there. There's a guy who keeps shooting at me, and he's going to chop his throat out as fast as he can."

"As soon as possible?"

"Yes, as soon as you can."

"I see."

Looking at Hedges, who literally melted through the shadows, Jack rolled up his tail.

'Keep looking at me like that. I will crush your face and burn you.'

I'm going to wet it for a while and start stacking up some crystals and stockpiles.