How the Villain Lives

25. Winners and losers.

The four wheels hover around Hoshitamtamtam as they aim for an opportunity to clear the air, finally hitting the warrior's forearm. The whole armor he was wearing was expensive, but he was beaten for a short time, so the place was crooked, torn and covered in blood. By this time, he would have fallen, but the man wielded the shield as he burned more of his manners.

"Hahaha! More, more, more!"

"You're really powerful."

Hedges frowned and muttered.

This man and himself were not very good in imagination. A typical tanker throwing a wheel at a distance can only make a small scratch on that thick tower shield by throwing a shield to offset it, or by taking as much damage as possible over the armor and throwing it in front of the most powerful force. At least if you want to hang an articulator that is special, you will never show yourself.

'It's really tricky.'

If it wasn't for the tanker, it would have ended by now, at least if the barely restraining magic hadn't prevented it. However, it was dangerous to turn off time any longer. There is no way to deal with an attacking warrior, so just keep running and I've been breathing. In this way, it is possible that something ridiculous might happen to him.

Just as the four wheels that were floating in the air were attached to the magnet, they were clutched together and held in Hedges' hands. With a small distance, the four wheels begin to spin like crazy sawblades of an electric saw.

"Die!"

"May the Blessing of God be with you."

I felt the magic of attacking my mind again, whether I noticed an unusual atmosphere or not, but I was unable to perform any effect in front of the strange meditation that entered to spread my life.

The moment I bounced off the wheel in my hand with a light gesture, I began to hear a nasty noise tearing my ears. The wheel that hit the tower shield that the man was holding was spinning tightly and frying dung.

Whoo-hoo!

Looking at the wheel that was advancing so finely that it could not be seen without looking closely, Hedges had a satisfactory look, and at last the wheel that tore the thick shield like a belly plug scattered Fibo, leaving behind the warrior's waist. Hedges, who lost his first momentum and received the wheel back, secretly sighed of relief.

"If your shield had been a little better, the victory might have been different. But what if there's no fight? Well done."

Paying tribute to his brilliant fight as a warrior, Hedges, who was trying to get past him, was forced to stop walking in the heavy feeling felt on his ankles.

"Argh..." "

"I can only admire having such a strong will."

The man's condition was not normal. As the waist was cut, organs in the torso were pouring out to the floor, still sprinkling warm water, and the saw blade on the wheel was ripped off and turned into a mop piece, as if it had been grabbed by an animal.

It was not unusual for me to shock you already, but I grabbed myself with a relentless will like a zombie.

Of course, it was Eli's witchy willingness, but Hedges, who didn't know it, blew the wheel back and lightly cut off his arm and began to move.

Meanwhile, Eli, who was magically looking at him, slightly frowned on his fine forehead. I didn't expect you to come through that tank. Besides, he didn't seem very hurt. There is a magic potion, but asking him to fight head-on is the same as asking him to die.

"Well, I don't think Sung-hoon's brother is going to help me anymore, and I told him to take my life first in the worst case scenario. I'm a good girl."

No matter how fast it is, it will take quite some time to get up here because of traps installed all over the place. Eli, who thought so, approached the broken window and threw away the rope on the floor. Eli, who confirmed that he was touching the floor, made a small lump of fire at the tip of his finger and lit the dotted line next to him.

Chijijijiji!

"Okay, then spider hand."

Magic that makes your palms sticky and spider-like. This is also an auxiliary magic. It is also a non-alcoholic magic that has nothing to do with combat. Perhaps Eli is the only one who has learned it. Eli, who grabbed the rope with his enchanted hand, gradually climbs up the wall and begins to descend beneath the building.

The power of a wizard is more than a few times that of a normal adult man. Eli starts to leave the building without looking back after arriving to the ground floor in cold speed with an airborne squad cheek that doesn't match the appearance of his pussy at all.

And as Eli left and had a cup of tea, the floor suddenly went out and a thick dirt came up. The man who appeared through the hole was Hedges, who was expressing annoyance.

"Is there a bandit? Neither the number nor the quality of this trap was common. '

At first, I climbed the stairs, but before I even climbed the first floor, I almost got hurt by the memories, the explosive magic, and the grace. Considering the number of floors in the building, which looks quite high, an hour of climbing will be eaten by default.

That's why I came through the ceiling the most efficiently. It was just a matter of ideas, not so hard for a ranker. However, no one existed on the rooftops that had arrived so far. Hedges, looking carefully around with sharp eyes in preparation for the bandit's ambush with traps, immediately looks at something and utters a new voice.

"... God."

Looking at the burning volcano and the numerous scrolls and small bombs with magic beyond them, Hedges did not hesitate to jump into the hole he had pierced.

And at the same time, the explosion swept around.

Quaguar overlight!

A spectacular explosion from a distance. Seeing him in a secluded alley, Eli curls his head. I'm not sure that the explosion killed that man.

"I wanted to knock down the building on the ground floor because I thought it would be impossible... I can't help it. Are you satisfied with this?"

It would not have been possible to destroy the building with the bomb that Sung-hoon and Eli had installed without learning destructive science or architecture. In that case, it would have been most effective to blow one floor with certainty.

Ellie did not go to collect the loot of a man who may be dead. If Sung-hoon was good, he might have run cold, but he always had his safety first.

'I'm a little bored because I don't have any opponents to play with for the rest of my time.'

Eli, who yawns, opens his mouth lightly with a face that doesn't ask for any soot, vanishes into the darkness of the city.