How the Villain Lives

28. Saints.

"I am quite low in stamina, so I can't fight for long. The second guy who came out seemed like me."

Of course, it is not as extreme as coercion. If coercion was a style immersed solely in power, he had raised stats by dividing them into two: strength, agility, and stats. Instant combat is the top class, but endurance does not follow.

"If the priest is by your side, we can overcome this weakness, but this fight is thoroughly 1: 1, so what do we do? You should be satisfied at this point."

"Ha, hahaha... Was that a bluff?"

"The bluff was a bluff. But there was still enough strength to swing Mace a few more times. Perhaps if you had come out in a way that would have freed your defenses and cut off a little more HP, you wouldn't have had your victor in a situation where you only hold one of those shields."

I only told the truth boldly, but Choi Chul's heart was filled with anger.

'I didn't have enough beef.'

Coercive triumphed at the expense of one arm and one leg. However, he did not think coldly, but listened to his opponent and was terrified and gave up the battle. Of course, if I gave up my defenses and went a little further, I might lose. However, there is at least some possibility of winning. He gave up the possibility so easily by saying that he was suffering. It's a very small difference. However, this minor difference was the difference between coercion and Choi Chul.

"Fuck!!!!"

The Choi Hyeol, who gathered the chaos that remained in his body and sent it to the plains with nothing, began to walk away without looking back. I was so ashamed to say that I was more confident than I was strong. Though he may overcome the limits with physical strength, he is mentally weaker than the limits. That too is overwhelming.

The gaze of those looking at Choi Hyeol, who walks less and less, was not very grudging or brutal. I don't know exactly what conversation I had, but the other person is also stumbling away. I recorded the draw as before, so I thought I did as much as anyone else.

Of course, there are more and more people who are anxious about the fact that more than half are inferior to progress. Choi Chul looked at Mirina and where the ghost was standing and lowered his head and disappeared among the people.

Others may not know it, but they will be able to fully guess what just happened. I had no stranger to see other people in such a complicated mood.

"The fight that just happened is a result of lack of tenacity, right?"

"You haven't mastered any swordsmanship over tenacity."

Mirina said with extreme rarity.

"Even though they are capable and talented, their swordsmanship falls far short of the best children in the guild. Apparently, I'm going to use magic technology as my primary skill, so why did you draw a sword? I'd rather be a wizard."

"Oh, I see. But maybe that's what I'm talking about, too."

"Different cases. He's not only mastering swordsmanship, he's also mastering gymnastics, and he's also mastering magic and all sorts of other misunderstandings. I'm full of swords, but Sung-hoon can never be filled with swords alone."

'Argh.'

It was not only a sword but also a myriad of psychological attacks. With that naive gaze, a word spits out at him and pierces his conscience. Unlike others, Myri's faith is pure, without a single doubt. In addition, fear of the afterstorm, if the truth is revealed, was also one factor that caused the heart to beat.

"I'll go then."

The attitude of not showing any fear. Mirina also began to walk forward confidently. Mirina, who walks out while spinning her left and right swords, looks at the opponent and falls silent for a moment.

What is it?

In a word, it can be defined. The other party is weak.

I didn't detect it by skill. It was the result of his instincts assuming that he was walking, posturing, carrying weapons, eyes, and strength. Even a wizard who doesn't go into battle and fight by himself, he naturally doubles his body after using magic thousands of times. But the other party did not see it at all.

Taking a man's life is much easier than picking a blooming flower on the road. However, for some reason, I was unable to get close to anxiety. Uncomprehensible anxiety. Eventually, Miri raises her sword above her head without thinking about approaching her, and drops it down as it is.

Dismissal!

There was no spectacular effect.

What Mirina blew was an intangible black without form or color. I didn't mean to drag it long. I thought it would be much more beneficial to end it quickly and have a fight with Sung-hoon. Then the man's body was split into exactly two pieces, from the head to the groin.

"What is it?!"

"Strike?"

"Wait, what did the Mage do now? Why did he die when he just swung his sword?"

"Fool! Does that matter? What matters now is that there's one, we have two left! I knew it! I told you we'd win!"

The feeling of panic at the end of the battle so instantaneously soon became overwhelming that people's mood began to relax. However, Myri's expression was stiff.

The skill 'Lost Lamb' is activated.

Skill retained for 1 hour.

What is this skill? '

The skill that caught a man just when he died. I thought it might be a skill that hurts something, but it doesn't have any adverse effects on various methods or skills, and it doesn't have any stats. I was steamed, but once there was nothing wrong with my body, there was no way to do anything.

However, at the moment of confrontation with the last opponent, he uttered a shallow new voice without his knowledge.

Meet the Apostle.

You, the lost lamb, will be brought to the attention of the Apostle.

HP and Magical Strength decrease continuously.

Decreases all stats.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

"The man I just met. What is it?"

"A good boy who sacrificed his own body specially to catch you."

"I don't know exactly, but it's like a medium of curses."

A loving smile from the Wolf. I wanted to stick a fist in my face that was annoying for some reason, but Mirina began to quietly pull up the inner air with her left and right swords pressed against the impulse. Approximately 30% of fallen stats.

I minimized the number of drops with all kinds of skills. No matter how hard you fight, this figure is huge. With that in mind, he walks carefully to the side, looking at Mirina, who maintains a certain distance, and the Wolf says.

"Can I ask you one question before I fight?"

"What is it?"

"It's not that great, it's a simple question. Do you believe in God or not?"

"If you're just saying God, I believe you. Isn't it because of the gods that we fell here now?"

"Oh, hahaha. Oh, my God, you're asking the wrong question. The only thing I want to say is God.

I'm asking if you believe in Jesus Christ. "

"I don't believe the answer to that. It is."

Even though he said he didn't believe it, Wolf didn't change his face. I just nodded and muttered to myself as if I knew something new.

"I see. You don't believe him. This will take some time to preach slowly..."

Mirina, who was far away, was digging to the front of the Wolf and wielding her sword. What was unusual was that Mirina was standing in front of the Wolf and far away. This skill was acquired from a man who fought the Chinese and said he was the King of Pleasure.

It wasn't speeding up, but it had the advantage of secretly gaining access to the other person, leaving behind an accent.

Kaga River!

'I stopped you!'

His screening was blocked by a perfect gap. A small dagger wrapped in white light flashes downward, blocking his attack. The blockage is a left sword. It automatically rotates the orbit of a healthy wooden sword and raises the head of the Wolf with only black eyes.

A mirage that can only be used by Mirina who can cause and adjust the sword at will! However, the attack only missed in vain.

"That's fast."

I was avoiding blackness by twisting my head slightly to the side. The moment he swung his sword like a whip and slashed his head, the Wolf swung the dagger strongly and bounced Mirina back. I couldn't shed it. There was a reason the power within Myri was reduced, but it was because the other person's power was that strong.

"I still don't think I can win. So I'm trying to be a little more sincere, but I guess that's okay, right?"

"……."

There is no need for dialogue. I swing my sword along the optimal trajectory instinctively, as I have swayed countless times in the meantime. But the opponent also stopped the sword. Not with a dagger, but with a shield made from an empty left hand.

No matter how great the sword in Miri is, it can't break through the defenses that block the cotton itself. As Choi Chul did, with his dagger stuck in his shield, Wolf began to sincerely attach it to his chest.

"Striking, Quick Speed, Haste, Holly Armor, Holly Weapon, Divine Mark, Shock Resistance…."

'Buff available!'

Lightning seemed to fall. Even a warrior has one or two buff skills. He wanted to be a warrior because he stopped his screening. He is constantly buffing himself.