How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

"You're running away!"

It is almost impossible to prevent a person of that level from fleeing in a situation that is neither properly prepared nor ready. In some ways, it only increases the damage. I didn't want to give it a chance to think differently because of the movement I just made.

At Carlos' behest, Sung-hoon grabbed the hind limb of the man next to him and threw it at Carlos as it was.

"Argh!"

Carlos, who was unable to kill his allies, avoided his body as he turned the spear's trajectory, and Seong Hoon began to shake his head like crazy with a sword without hesitation. Those attacks, which were aimed at a deadly minority together, had cost the lives of the most vulnerable clans and were crowded with spectators, so the damage was growing without proper weapons.

Carlos approached and tried to detach him late, but it was a completely different dimension to pick one person out of a situation that had already been blocked and dozens of people trapped. Even in situations where the target was confined to his own body, it was a fight to the disadvantage of giving him a few weaknesses.

"You're not gonna follow me, are you?"

"... this son of a bitch."

I threw out a spear, but Sung-hoon wasn't there already. He grabbed a woman's throat from one foot away and said with a slight tongue out.

"If you're in a defensive position with efficient movement, you must be a very demanding one. I hate to say this, but I'm definitely less gifted than you and a few other geniuses. Then we can change the situation."

It was Sung-hoon who clearly gained an edge with abilities, gained more skills, and even better items, but was unable to clear anxiety in every corner of his chest every time he fought.

"There's no reason for me to take you down, is there? The situation is that you have to catch me, and I think something's wrong with my head."

"……."

"I don't want to talk. Is this it? So what about this?"

Tuck!

"Argh!"

Carlos, who was about to accept the woman who was thrown at him, turned his back according to animal instincts. Carlos was forced to freeze cold in front of his ankles due to the rapid movement. The sword stopped, precisely because of the difference of a piece of paper in front of his chest.

"... you, you bastard!"

The Holy Hun threw a man and stabbed him in the back. If I had approached a little more to receive a woman, I would have also had a hole in my chest.

"Grug."

An unbelievable woman, quietly looking down at the sword pierced through her chest, tried to say something and lifted an elongated lather out of her mouth and shook her head.

"Huh? Isn't that right? You're such a cliché. If you think a woman is going to fall, you have to take it."

"You devil!"

"What's wrong? Didn't you notice that fighting is neither legitimate nor cowardly?"

"Shut up! I'll kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

"Didn't you realize it was like that? You can't keep up with me if I concentrate on dodging and running."

Carlos bites his teeth like a shattered animal, looking at Sung-hoon, who is freely digging into the crowd or stepping on people's heads and starting to flee. He thought it was right that there was nothing legitimate and cowardly about combat. However, the criteria included the condition of 1: 1 everywhere.

I've never thought about the act of pulling others in to use them as shields and ambushing them with bait. That's why hatred toward those who do this kind of evil has grown even greater. But there was still work for Carlos to be angry about. The reason Sung-hoon didn't use the spell until now, even though he took the book out of his left hand, was to trigger one magic.

'There are enough dead bodies on the floor, and enough magic collected due to the delay in ordering. Shall we?'

Necromancy skills that revive dead bodies can be divided into two main types. One is to make the corpse immediately undead and the other is to make it slowly undead by taking the time. The former does not take time, but the undead's performance is relatively weak, and the latter takes time, but it can draw more than 120% of the ability that the body originally possessed, so everyone can say that there is a first class.

But most necromancers use electrons. There is enough benefit to being able to use it to power the advantages and disadvantages that many numbers bring.

"Animated Dead."

Goooooooo.

A dark blue aura emanating from an unnamed book began to spread around in an instant. Those who touched the energy trembled as if they were disgusted by bugs, but had no effect on the body. Only the living, to be precise.

"Argh?!"

The warrior, who fled in the opposite direction of the battle, was forced to slap his face on the ground while running hard and unbalanced. At first I thought I'd stumbled on something. However, the warrior frowned at his forehead as he turned his head and looked down at the strange feeling that was being conveyed from his ankle.

"Mister, fuck! You're not gonna let go of this? If you want to die, die alone!"

"... Ugh."

"This motherfucker?"

Rather, as the pressure from the feet began to increase, the warrior began to release the elongated foothold towards the person who was bending his head with the other foot as he grinded it. He said he was a colleague, but the feeling that the energy of drugs was still there and that he had to get out of this position was mixed together, so he held his feet and waved to live.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

Jinged shoes crushed the flesh and crushed the bone pain within a few minutes. There was no guilt about killing allies. However, the expression of excitement and cruelty soon began to bite with curiosity and fear.

Aaaaaaaah!

The pressure from the bridge was not reduced at all. No, I was just castrating more and more.

How come this guy doesn't moan at all when his head is shattered?

If you're already bleeding, there's nothing odd about dying, but you can pull this kind of force, right?

And why does the crucially held ankle feel so cold?

I wanted to move right away, but my body didn't listen. And when the man who was bowing his head looked at himself, the warrior was forced to pee as though he had been struck by lightning.

"Arghhhhhh..."

Screaming at you with one eyeball that pops out of the impact of a broken bone, it was a zombie. He wakes up late and pulls out his sword and tries to cut off the wrist holding his foot, but falls and rolls it over his body. And before drawing the sword, the zombie approaches and bites his throat.

Oh, my God!

"Khhhhhhhh!"

"Ugh..." "

Even though I was sane, I was never able to experience the pain of tearing my neck. In an instant, screams began to spread from place to place, beginning with the death of one person.

Though I was embarrassed by the sudden movement of Sung-hoon, people regained their own reason and tried not to disturb Carlos by clumping together or opening as much distance as possible, it was now impossible.

"Zombies! Zombies!"

"Crazy bastard, what's with the zombies in the middle of the field... Ugh?!"

"Out of the way! We can't stick together! All scattered!"

In the meantime, some people rush towards zombies with weapons. Even if they rot, the people here are not weak enough to run away with fear of zombies, even if they have to work as intermediate or senior warriors. However, looking at such people, Sung-hoon raised his mouth and said,

"I don't know if it's a normal zombie, but it might have worked."

Puck!

"Yes?"

The man mutters with a dumb expression as he stops the sword zombie he wields in his arms for a quarter of a day. The zombie who approached the warrior with his arm as a shield stabbed a man in the chest with a nasty laugh.

Unlike ordinary zombies, all of the ingredients of these zombies are made of first-rate or second-rate Awakeners. It doesn't reach the High Undead, but it's over-specific at the zombie level.

"Hmm, you look pretty strong? Looks like it'll work on its own."

"Hick! Save me..." "

"Don't worry. I'll spare you."

After cutting his throat without a second of hesitation, Sung-hoon triggered more advanced magic than ordinary undead crafting. Then he scattered the blood and turned the fallen body into Durahan, who held his neck and moved.

"If you have soldiers, you should have commanders. I brought you back to Durahan, so enjoy yourself."

At the behest of Sung-hoon, Durahan rolled his foot loudly and pulled out his weapon and began to rush towards people. Seong Hun, who glanced at him, lay still behind his back, avoiding the flying spear, and smashed Carlos' abdomen, which approached with the book in his left hand.

In terms of strikes, books are much more powerful than rune blades. Carlos bites his lips as he spills the silk rope out of his mouth. I never expected it to be a magical prosecutor. No, even if you were a Mage, I thought that if you attack the left side of the book that holds the book, which is used as a magic medium, not a sword, you can gain dominance. But it was only his delusion.

'I can't believe you're showing that kind of movement with a book. Argh. That's not just a term shift. He's using the book like a real weapon!'

Even though he finally gave Carlos a room, Sung-hoon was away from him without thinking about pushing him away with an opportunity. Carlos grinds his teeth as he wipes off the blood.

A human who rushes to zombies, forgetting pain and terror with a resounding scream, scattered blood, overflowing madness, rampant fear, and instantaneous chaotic zombies and drugs. A man who has let go of a man who is running away.

"Don't you think it's funny and funny?"

"What's so funny about this? You devil!"

"What's wrong? Take a good look. How much fun? Those who flee to survive, those who attack zombies, those who are drugged. I can't learn without laughing because it's so much fun to die and kill people who are real people and who are real zombies. It's real."

These people were not the same 'people' as themselves for Sung-hoon.

It was only perceived as a target that once used and discarded NPCs or monsters that appeared in the mission. Do you feel sadness or sympathy for a child when you see an ant dying in a swarm? It is not.

Compassion can only be felt when there is something to empathize with the object. The moment he encountered the sight beyond the bloody mask, Carlos realized it.

"... you're not normal."

"Huh? What is all of a sudden nonsense?"

"Did he call you a psychopath? No, to be precise, is it a sociopath?"

Clearly, people with a tendency to evil met a lot. But ghosts were similar but different from them. Moreover, the ghost began to stop one more step. It's not enough for him to dig through people, kill them with a stabbing pole, and increase zombies. He even uses magic to start causing explosions around him.

Summon Skill will be unlocked.

Summon Skill cannot be unlocked unless you unlock it or the Wanderer dies. Borang's death probably meant that he attacked the High Priest. Whether the raid was successful or dead is no longer a matter of its own dimension. It was time to escape.

"Burn, burn, Tara, burn everything!"

With no intention of saving magic, Sung-hoon began to cast a random spell.

Every time the sword swings like a baton, blood drops and screams burst out, and every page of the book explodes. In that space, where the word "hell" was not lacking, the Holy Spirit began to flow out like water in a natural rhythm, and Carlos began to chase after the Holy Spirit with his red-blooded eyes.

Why does Joana get so bad that she doesn't write every 12: 00?