How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

Since it was an ambush in Bullsh, it would have caused a minor injury if the attack had continued as it was. However, once he had separated the two, Carlos could only grip the spear by the High Priest and stare at the Holy Spirit.

The high priest, who touched his neck and confirmed that there was no anomaly, pointed to Sung-hoon as he grinded his teeth.

"Kill him! No, don't kill him! Cut off your arms and legs and leave your body alone! How dare I, you know who I am!"

"Just now, your attitude has changed so much, it's just a difference between heaven and earth. I'm going to give you one advice, but you can't think that the situation seems to be upside down. Not many people have set up a voyage like that.."

"Prime Minister, please go outside and take the guards and take refuge. I'll take it from here."

In a word, the High Priest lifted his finger in the middle of the insult that anyone could see toward the Holy Hun and began to leave the heavy tent. With a brief hesitation, Sung-hoon, who missed his goal and faced the worst consequences of dealing with the enemy, raised his arms above his head as tragic.

"Argh! I shouldn't have bothered to nag!"

"That's unusual. I don't know what I'm talking about, but I have to get out of here right now or I have to go after the High Priest somehow."

"Hmm, I guess so. But it's not that urgent."

This is the situation that Borang sneaked up on. Moreover, it is now night, reaching almost the same level as his abilities. What are the chances of such a weak old man surviving when even a top-ranker with abilities dies in a sneaky ambush?

"Anyway, I've learned one lesson from this, so it's not just my loss. The lesson is, if you decide to do something, don't hesitate to make sure it's done."

"You're learning a good lesson before you die."

"Oh, can I ask you a question?"

"Ask as many questions as you want."

Carlos' pose was a strange pose, as opposed to the usual floodwater pose. Rather than pointing the spear at the opponent, he lowered it as low as he could, almost touching the ground, and curled up as if it were reminiscent of a cat. Strange pose with weak spots. And as soon as Sung-hoon tried to dig into the gap, Carlos hit the player in advance.

"If only we could survive here."

Argh!

As the orr in the window scratched the ground, the dirt suddenly appeared as if it had been swinging heavily with a broom. Then he climbed through the gap and smashed the place where Sung-hoon was. A normal opponent would have already been seriously injured or disabled by this.

However, Carlos frowned slightly as he did not feel anything in the window.

"You're fast. You're good at judging situations."

"If I'd seen it before, I might have been embarrassed, but unfortunately I've seen it once."

"I didn't know anyone else was attacking like this."

Had it not been possible to recall the attitude of ground flipping that was used by the Force Limit at the time of the proxy war, it would not have responded this delicately.

"So now that you're alive, can I ask you a question? How did you notice the weirdness just now? I specifically acted that I did not behave in a way that was worthy of my presence."

"The High Priest cares more about his safety than anyone else. He cares about his safety at any time and anywhere with a fantasy schedule. If I heard that he might have had an enemy, and I told him to stand down from his personal escort, wouldn't there be only one reason?"

"Aha! That's what happened!"

"Anyway, I don't think you're just an assassin. I've avoided my attack just now, and the energy I feel is not unusual. Then I will deal with you sincerely from now on."

"Oh, people who say that are usually defeated."

Carlos swung his spear, smiling in silence, as he did not show a serious attitude from beginning to end.

It is natural to expect an ambush or battle to take place as long as you are dealing with the enemy. However, no one thought that the battle would take place within the deepest depths, not outside the enemy's pockets.

Qaaaaaah!

As the giant tent began to collapse with a huge explosion, more and more people began to reveal themselves. No matter how drugged, there was no way this commotion wouldn't have bothered me.

"What is it? Did some lunatic make another fuss?"

"Hey, there! Over there!"

"What's over there?"

The warrior, ignorantly staring at his colleague's point of view, had no doubt that he was drugged and hallucinating.

Kaga River!

In Tuxedo, in the middle of a battlefield called the Cloak and Mask, a man in an unbelievable outfit and his Royal Guard commander, Carlos, were fighting a horrible battle as he slammed his sword and spear. The magical remnants of power remained in the air and those who were watching from outside were forced to see it as if there was only a dark fog around them.

I was going to slash it with a sword, but I bounced off with a small scratch to see if I could use a weapon that matched my skills. Carlos stubbornly stabbed the Mind of the Holy Hun with a red Spear in front of him. However, the body of the Holy Spirit was scattered like a cloud and was located a mile away.

'If I hadn't learned Nubora, my whole body would be bloody by now.'

Carlos did not master the formal spear as forcefully. It's like Sung-hoon has been attacking with an anomalous beat that seems to find his own way and reminisce of a violent storm. It was a rough attack that had not yet been trimmed, but the attack was sharply pushing the body of Seonghun who was trained in dancing. Carlos opened his mouth with a slight distance, even after a continuous stabbing of the spleen could not hurt the body of the Holy Hun.

"That's ridiculous. I can't believe I hit my spear in the front and didn't get a single wound. It was like cutting a cloud. Clouds that stick the veil together again."

"I was surprised. I'm clearly on the stomach."

Pearl.

As I grabbed the top lightly and shook it, the place began to falter, tearing apart and being cut off. Carlos' attack was sharp, although it did not hurt. Seeing people start to gather around him, Sung-hoon sighed long and said.

"This is cheating. I didn't know there was such a thing as a top ranker. What's so sad about a strong man like you that you have to be the escort commander?"

"... that's not what you know."

"Didn't you say you'd answer anything?"

Sung-hoon was seriously curious. This man was a strong man with innate sensibilities and talents reminiscent of coercion and mysticism, not as strong as Choi Yoo Jae, but rather specialized in hideouts and dark raids. Similar to the previous verse, it is clear that in some areas, it is rather overwhelming.

A genius with talent.

"I like your skill so much, I make you an offer. Why don't you hold hands with me?"

"Let's hold hands?"

"Yes, the old man, the High Priest, doesn't look so great. It's a drug. Can't you get him to keep making it? It guarantees better treatment than working under such a grumpy old man, at least now."

"... Argh, rgh, rgh."

"Hmm?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Carlos could really smile for a long time. Because the behavior that this masked man saw was so pathetic that he couldn't learn without laughing. Noticing the color of the mockery in the laughter, Sung-hoon stretched his shoulders.

"Decline?"

"Yes. Does that old man look so ridiculous? Enough for you to sleep in one hand?"

"Honestly, I do. Most importantly, I think the old man looks just like me. So I think we can use it."

"Do you look alike?"

Carlos looks at Sung-hoon's eyes and builds a smile. Carlos was once the man who represented Brazil. Ordinarily, it was not a question of the city's strongest dimension. Two steps ahead of the others, three steps ahead of each other, and that genius also created a miracle that succeeded the mission even at the time of the Demon Punishment mission that everyone was about to give up.

Numerous people gathered their hearts and praised him, and in the meantime a group centered on Carlos was completed. No noise has ever occurred in the interior, as in any other city, because of how brilliant his charisma and leadership were. Tens of thousands of people were so great that they didn't hesitate to listen to him. However, that glory disappeared from the wrong choice for just one moment.

"Have you heard of strange drugs in the city at the moment?"

"Hot paragraph or something? I've heard of it."

"I think it feels so great that it doesn't have the dimension of drugs. Why don't you give it a try?"

There was no great objection. In Brazil, drugs were not that hard to see, and because of this absurd body, they were just enjoyed occasionally for mood swings, such as cigarettes and alcohol. And that was the beginning of destruction.

As the neighbors said, the parachute offered comfort they had never experienced before. And even Carlos was addicted to it. At first, Carlos was going to find the old man who made the parachute and raise him as an official alchemist who was constantly producing drugs inside the guild. It wasn't the idea of poisoning people and obeying them, it was the idea of pushing them away with the idea that 'I got a better taste than alcohol and tobacco'.

However, at some point the resident began to preach. The old man did not make drugs and supplied them to the guild, but began to change into a sergeant format. As the intensity of addiction and pleasure increased and the quantity of medication began to be limited, complaints began to erupt among people, and Carlos, who felt that something was unusual, returned to find the elderly and put pressure on them. However, the elderly had already become much larger than they expected.

"Do you want to receive the paragraphs? Shouldn't you be standing so stiff?"

"What?"

"Get down on your knees. And I'm not giving you drugs, am I? Isn't that right, Carlos?"

"Is this inspiration driving you crazy?"

Carlos threatened to imprison and kill the elderly right away. But it was clear who was "A" and "B." Numerous complaints began to erupt among people when the elderly did not make the medicine immediately, and a voice of blame was raised against Carlos.

At first, it was Carlos who had somehow survived without taking drugs, but at the end of the day, after eating the last paragraph, he was forced to beg the elderly to kneel before him and make medicine, as the elderly had said. That was when Brazilian heroes became as humble as they are today.

"What's your name?"

"Please call me a ghost."

"Ghost. I don't have a chance to do that anyway, but I feel like seeing me in the past, so I'll give you a little advice. That old man is not under control. It's like a natural phenomenon. It's a catastrophe that sweeps around and sickens people, whatever their will. You look like him? Don't be ridiculous. I don't know what you're doing, but compared to that old man, you're not that great."

Even if the old man has good intentions, he will have to adversely affect his surroundings from the moment he already creates the paragraphs. It was a trap that I wanted to kill you quickly or give you a chance to get hurt, but I was already addicted to that poison and couldn't do it.