How the Villain Lives

28. Saints.

"What the hell is going on?"

"The explosion is continuing, but the battle seems to be continuing…."

"Damn, I can't get rid of that dust."

It was a spectacular battle scene like the last battle, but I had no idea what was going on inside. I just desperately wanted their representatives to win. And at one point I started to hear no sound. The dirt that had happened even more began to sink and the scenes that appeared all opened their eyes as if they could not believe it.

The dead Wolf and Ghost stood face to face. I didn't even carry a weapon. The ghost was holding the dagger in her waist dance, and the chef was holding the dagger in his arms and placing his hands in front of his chest as if he were praying. It was Sung-hoon who opened his mouth first when he could not say a word and remained silent because he felt anxious for some reason. As always, Seong Hun, who clapped his eyes lightly, rubbed his palms and said.

"You guys, I'm really sorry to hear so much good news on one side and so much sad news on the other. But the rule is if one side wins, the other side loses. Isn't that right?"

"……."

"Well, I don't think you all think so."

Of course, he was responding to all kinds of unexpected situations outside, but nothing was said to Sung-hoon inside. But as if he were a clown, he put his hands together and put them in his ear and nodded. In a sense, it was amazing.

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of people attached to it, but I'll just draw a simple conclusion. This battle was won by the Shinsi. Wolf?"

"I'm so sorry for those of you who trusted me and sent me here, but this battle is my defeat. I surrender."

"What?!"

"What are you talking about?! Hey, this is void. Invalidity!"

The French, who were laughing at the powerful power of the Wolf, were suddenly shocked to tear their backs down with clubs. A battle that has always prevailed. Even though Wolf is not French, he is qualified as the last representative. But you betrayed me like this? I started protesting like crazy, but the plate was already turned upside down.

"That's how it went. Therefore…."

Bloop.

The moment I grabbed the tip of the cloak and lowered my head lightly, a message appeared in front of everyone but the Shinsi.

Cincy won.

Every person's life in a defeated city is reduced by one in five days.

Period item 'Another chance' appears randomly in your city. "One more chance" gives you one more life.

'One more chance' cannot be stored in your inventory. You will see a faint glow over your head.

Self-destruction.

The moment I saw the message window, it was a letter that came to mind from some people. Meanwhile, a slightly different message window came to mind for Wolf.

The penalties resulted in fewer than 100 people remaining in the city.

"Well, there were only a few people left in our city."

The damage at the time of the compulsory mission, Wolf's enthusiastic service, the war against France, and the aftermath made Germany almost a ghost city. It was natural enough to calculate that the number of Germans would be reduced to two or less unless the item "Another chance to save lives" came out as many as the number of people.

You can reset the starting point. Please select the country you want.

'Hmm, when people fall below a certain level, the city disappears?'

After I died here, I decided to come back to Shinxi, the city of ghosts, and join me, but I didn't think it would have to be so cumbersome. After roughly scrolling down, the Wolf who found Shinshi's name set Shinshi as the starting point. Even if you die with this, you can be resurrected from Shinxi.

"Then I guess I'll just have to go."

"Come with me."

"Do you think so? Then I'll come with you, despite your worries."

I will be beaten by angry people who have escaped to France without being cool. When I came out with a smiling face, I saw people with stupid faces. It was worth it, though, starting with the opponent's representative who fought on behalf of tens of thousands of lives suddenly giving up the battle and coming out this way as if there was something wrong with him.

"Is there a problem?"

"He, he..."

"Oh, don't worry. because we had a serious conversation, and we realized that he wasn't a bad person. I don't think that's more important than that right now."

Those who were following the finger of the Holy Hun soon realized something and began to rise up with weapons. The French are looking at this side in a harsh atmosphere. It was already decided, but I felt very well that I could not send it gently.

"What do I do?"

"What do you do, what do you do? We have to fight. Of course, we won, so don't fight too hard and step back slowly. If you go back to the synagogue and hold on, that's fine."

Fighting here is something that can happen without enduring momentary excitement. However, as time passes and your head cools down, you will find that wage war is of no benefit to you. They have to live now.

It seemed obvious that there would be all sorts of captures with the object of another opportunity. You can swing your swords at each other and kill yourself instead of joking.

"Th...."

"What is it?"

The man who is talking to Sung-hoon is a member of the Caucasian Alliance's best armed group. He could not hide his doubts because of the strange hesitation of a man who had nothing to fear by force or power.

"Can't you fight with me over there?"

"You see, I just had a big fight. This is quite a tiring situation.."

"You don't seem very hurt. Moreover, because everyone else is not well, there is no one left to fight but the Ghost. Let's fight together."

The pupil in the mask shines like a shimmer.

Do you ask someone who just fought for the lives of tens of thousands of people and won and returned to fight directly? Is that as if it were natural?

"I'm sorry, but I don't think we can fight. And the average level is much stronger than we are in France. I don't think this is going to happen."

"Still, please. Shouldn't we reduce the damage? Please stand up for the people."

"Look at this guy? '

The attitude of Sung-hoon seems natural to help. I couldn't even figure out what was wrong, and a small tendon appeared on my forehead. I would have seen an unusual look without a mask, but I was so sorry that I couldn't.

"Let me say it again. Not only am I tired of other top-rankers. I just lost my life and I can't afford to fight anymore. We'll return to the city as soon as we can and get some rest. This is an order issued to you, a member of the Caucasian coalition, as an advisor to the dissolved state or coalition."

The man nodded, frowning at the impression, as he openly wrote the word "command," rather than a stubborn attitude rejection.

"Oh, I know it's great..."

Out of work.

I murmured in a small voice, but there was no way Sung-hoon wouldn't hear me. Of course I didn't catch it. I just moved my foot without looking back, like a Wolf. At this time, the Supreme Commanding Officer was Sung-hoon, and no one could refuse to speak out. Seung Hoon, who sneaked through Choi Chul and Choi Yoo-jae, who were still recovering, stroked his jaw.

'You need to get rid of it for once.'