How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

Damage has been accumulating exponentially over time in situations where it is impossible to determine who is an ally and who is an enemy. It was the result of a combination of factors including zombie and Durahan raids, a troop that was drugged and unable to respond properly, and a large amount of major power that escaped to ambush enemies.

However, no one will deny that the upheavals that are being perpetrated by the Holy Hun are expanding this situation indefinitely.

"Here, here, here! If you don't want to die, you better get out of my way!"

Even though they can use magic and skill, if they compare their abilities to Sung-hoon, there is an extra difference between the main character and the character from the movie. No, that's enough. The difference between a zombie hit and a protagonist holding a magazine that doesn't run out?

"Damn it, nobody cares, so grab his foot for a second!"

The ghost did not get caught, as it seemed to be caught. He deliberately keeps a close distance and plays with himself. Carlos ended up killing ghosts without drawing any more time.

At one time, however, people believed in themselves and followed them, and they were respected for not giving up that expectation either. Those people were dying miserably now. Carlos was already halfway around.

I was also aware of Carlos' appearance. Anyone can see them running in a straight line with their eyes red as if they were a Berserker. If you want to throw people, you can't shake them up a bit now, and you can only look at yourself persistently, even if you feel a little terror.

"Everybody together! Stop him with his body!"

"Oh, look at this."

However, in this turbulence, people who remained somewhat calm gathered together and began to work together to stop Sung-hoon. If you build a wall with your body, you will still be able to earn a second of what Carlos said. Everyone thought so. Except for the Holy Hun, which faces the wall.

When you think common sense, you have to slow down when you stand in front of a weapon or when you're dealing with people who hold a shield together. However, Sung-hoon did not intend to stop. Rather, it sped up with a rapid acceleration just before hitting the sun. The next thing that happened was that everyone could doubt their own eyes.

Kwajik!

I heard the sound of armor and flesh squeezing and breaking bones at the same time.

The warrior who faced Sung-hoon head-on died instantly as he collapsed as if he were struck by a heavy truck at a critical moment with a shoulder attack. However, the speed of the Holy Spirit did not diminish as little as a snowflake. No, rather, it was a little bit higher at a time when I was trying to force myself to break the siege.

"Hahaha, have you seen these idiots? Did you see the tanks clog up because they're blocking you?"

It is not the power of the human body to deal with the beating of the trunk that the Holy Hun receives with power beyond 1500 Strength at the moment of using it to vaporize. Of course, some people know that with their heads, but the shock of seeing it with their own eyes is completely different.

"Yummy!"

"What a surprise. Why don't you just lower your voice because you can hear everything without calling me so deaf?"

"If you don't stop there right now..."

"Anything at all?"

"Huff?!"

Carlos, who didn't know if he was really going to stop, immediately switched directions and stopped the ghost screening flying towards him.

Whoo-hoo!

"Argh..." "

However powerful, the scar is left on the spear made of rare metal that surpasses steel, and the body trembles. But that wasn't the urgency right now.

'Aren't you running away?'

In the meantime, the ghost that was fleeing like crazy suddenly stopped. I didn't think it was a lure to something. I was pulling out the flesh and blood drops that were in my clothes, and I was still grooming my hair.

Those who were already nearby were looking at Sung-hoon with their eyes full of siege and living in three layers. If you could kill a person with your eyes, you would have already torn his stature to pieces. While receiving such a livelihood that no big man could move, Sung-hoon slightly touched Carlos' cut forehead and nodded and murmured.

"You have a high stamina, so the wound heals quickly. I'm a weak man in pain."

"What kind of trick is that?"

"Huh? What kind of trick is that? Stop? If you ask me why I stopped, I just have to tell you to stop..."

"Stop fooling around!"

"Oh, ooh. Looks a lot faster. You're saying that when you saw this, you woke up the power of anger?"

Sung-hoon, who was slightly injured in the cheek, did not lose his smile to the end. Not long after we met, Carlos, who roughly knew what he was, was forced to be more alert to the appearance of a relaxed looking ghost.

It was a specification to turn off time anyway. I watched the fight like before and was swept away, but now everyone is looking at Sung-hoon with their shoulders firmly against their shoulders. Running away in this situation is rather an act that puts oneself at a disadvantage.

'If you have a serious injury, 3 if you have a death, 4 if you have a death... No, 4 if you have a death, 5 if you have a death.'

The only thing that allows sewage to prevail over coriander is the mind. If this side completes the death penalty, it is possible to kill a ghost with almost half a chance. The moment Carlos tried to run ahead of the musical instrument, Sung-hoon opened his mouth at a really brilliant timing.

"Why did I stop here?"

I didn't have to have a conversation. This is the one whose existence itself is harmful. Nevertheless, Carlos did not grumble because his heart was shaken. It took time to rectify it by instantly shaking the heart of death and the tension to release everything. As he clearly knew Carlos' condition, Sung-hoon looked back at him and said.

"The people here. Don't you think something's different?"

"……."

The people they had dealt with so far consisted of black or white people. It was natural for Italians, Brazilians, and Mexicans to be in the center of the faction, occupying senior and top warrior positions. However, those who surrounded the Holy Hun now were sultans.

"Argh!"

The ghost didn't run away for nothing. He moved according to plan and stopped because he had reached his destination. In case I didn't know, I came to the residence of the Koreans who had betrayed me and returned here, who were managing to isolate me in case of an incident.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I think you all know about me, introducing a striking product that is not easy to see from now on…"

"aura chain!"

Kaga Gaga River!

You shouldn't give this guy a chance to talk. Carlos began to swing his twins crazy with his ability to move beyond limits, although he had complained of pain as if the muscles of his arms had been torn apart. So far, the proportion of air strikes has been evenly distributed. This is a loose move that is completely removed from the attack and exposed to all weaknesses.

Realizing the meaning that was in it, Sung-hoon began to focus all his abilities on evasion, just as Carlos focused all his abilities on attack. In the rubble of the Oror, which is pouring like a storm, and in the window, Sung-hoon began to tease his tongue again.

"I know very well why you here today betray your country and turn your sword upside down. All because of his dreadful meds. It is normal to ask for the sin as usual... but!"

"Stop it!"

"Especially now, I'm not going to ask anyone who comes back here to think of people from the same country, colleagues who fought together! Of course, there's no choice but to discriminate against people who don't know it."

"I told you to stop!"

"I'm sorry, but would you shut up? Silence."

I managed to break the curse lightly, blocking my mouth. It only stops a moment anyway, but if only given that moment, Sung-hoon can be taken to the bottom of the earth.

"Urp, Urp!"

"Of course, I don't think it's possible to come back this way unless you have this decisive reason for betraying me. That's why no one here has ever thought of a strike!"

Seacock.

The Holy Hun, who put his hand into his bosom, threw something into the sky with one full hand.

"Listen to me and I will pay you once a week for each of these paragraphs, just like the terms we present to you here!"

"Lies! Don't be fooled by this nonsense!"

Carlos, who later reopened his mouth, slowed down the offensive and began to urgently persuade people. The ghost approaching like this is not a problem. The number of Koreans and Japanese who have been betrayed over and over again in battle is a little over 20,000. But what if, by the time the main troops are out, more than 20,000 men catch their swords backwards?

That's a nightmare. You shouldn't think about it, it's a real nightmare!

"Only the High Priest can make this stuff! This guy said..."

"Where do you think the dozens of paragraphs I just scattered came from? I've just robbed the camp's warehouses and people to wipe out all the paratroopers. This should be enough for you to use for a while. And how many people in Korea and Japan? With time, you can easily replicate something like this."

"... Really?"

"You saw what I just threw. Not one or two. I just threw dozens of them in the air."

Those who had been in this camp for a long time knew better than anyone that the replication of drugs was impossible. However, it was only a few people who were still heading this way and deliberately restricted the information they gave to the idea that spies might be mixed. That was fatal to them in reverse.

As long as there was not enough information to make a decision, it was obvious which side they would choose.

"Think about it one step at a time. without medication. If they win here, you naturally lose one life. But what if you heal your mind again? Oh, my gosh! Is it a miracle to save your life and go back to your original city?!"

"Aaaaaah!"

As if I would somehow bury the voice of the Holy Spirit, it was Carlos who was just shouting out loud, but unfortunately the voice of the Holy Spirit was even higher.

"You betrayed me once anyway. Right? You just have to betray me one more time. Just close your eyes and betray me one more time and everything will be different."

"……."

The surroundings were now completely dominated by Sung-hoon. The sound heard is solely the twin poles that Carlos swings and the fluttering of his collar. The Koreans knew best what position the ghost was in, and the Japanese remembered that he was one of the representatives during the war.

That's how many people said it, so he had to be deaf and stubborn. In addition to that, other skills such as Smuggling Sword, Cheung Seong Tae and others have fulfilled more than 120% of my role. And decisively, a word that someone shouted out of the crowd pierced everyone's heart.

"Well, what do we do now?"

I can't see him buried in the crowd, but Seonghun, who heard a voice that seemed to be somewhere, opened his arms and said, facing the battlefield, there was a war going on.

"Kill your enemies with your weapons now. The criteria for distinguishing allies from adversaries are simple. If you're Korean or Japanese, your allies, and other countries, all other races are enemies."

Of course, there was also the possibility of a few white or black men among the enemies, like the gods. However, even the same East Asian Chinese, Indian, Korean and Japanese all have distinctive characteristics. What do Korean or Japanese people who look like foreigners do?

Until then, it was not something that Sung-hoon could do.

"What are you doing?"

Pair!

"Don't you move?"

As Sung-hoon clapped his hands, everyone turned their gaze as if they were hypnotized. And someone said, "Let's go! 'As soon as he shouted, the fire began to spread everywhere in an instant.

"Waaaaaaah!"

"Mister, fuck! I didn't like these bastards!"

"You traitors, you unfaithful navulans!"

Carlos tried to infiltrate among the people, just as the Holy Spirit did in his bifurcation, but unfortunately he was forced to get in the way of the Holy Spirit. Seong Hun opened his mouth in a completely disturbed manner, who cleverly stabbed the rune blades and sealed the twins of the sack.

"Now that the time has come, I will deal with you as you wish. I'm a good boy who keeps what I say."

"Son of a bitch! I'll cut off that Seth tongue!"

"I don't care about that, but I think it's best to look back. You're surrounded by enemies now, aren't you?"

"Hmph, how are you doing?" "

Rather, the clumsy one would be disturbed by ghosts as well. In this situation, the only person who gets involved is the one who uses poison. As soon as he thought so, Carlos saw a vision. A vision that pierces his heart.

'What is this?!'

Instinct moved the body before reason. Carlos, who rotated his twins and body like a spin and dropped a ghost, swung his spear into all the defenses he could as he looked back without a chance to recognize the situation. However, despite those efforts, his forearms and thighs were covered with pretty thick wounds.

"Ah! I made it!"

A naïve boy who did not fit on this battlefield bowed with his tongue out. It looked so unbalanced, but it was clear that the assailant who just attacked himself was the boy with the sword in his hand.

"That's what I mean. I'm afraid I'm not in the mood. Khh."

The most effective response you can take when you actually meet someone like Sung-hoon.

1. Squeeze your mouth so that you don't talk.

2. Keep your hearing blind.