How the Villain Lives

41. Who does?

There was only one Arben who was curling up as a support for Pragarah after the dust had subsided. Of course it wasn't fine. The clothes were largely burned or swallowed, and unprotected bare flesh turned ugly like a mop cut on numerous blades or severely burned.

'It's so... me.'

It was he who attacked first, and Choi Chul was forced to react late. Nevertheless, the attack using Pragarah's abilities is counterproductive and harms itself. It was a man who could not be cared for. All that remained was gallow-shaped clothes, a few guilds, and a sack of broken longsword.

The surroundings were completely emptied. The fierceness of the world water, which was so intense that it warmed the skin, also evolved largely in the aftermath of what had just happened. Looking at it, Arben smiles bitterly, pulls the scroll out of his arms, and tears it in two.

Faaah!

As the white light covered his body, the red-bitten skin began to recover quickly, as if it were winding down over time. But Arben's expression left a dark energy. Most of Lucia's buff effects disappeared. The buffs in this world are not only maintained for a certain period of time, but the more rapid the battle or the stronger the shock, the longer the duration decreases. Most of the buffs disappear as a result of the battle with Choi Hyeol.

"What an unexpected outcome. No matter how many ghosts or myriads.."

Wedge fluid!

Thinking challenges moved my body. A small, heterogeneous sound that comes from this brawl, something that cuts through the air. At the same time as he leaned his head sideways, he missed the ball with a slight cut.

"What? Why are you avoiding me? If you just stay right, you're good, and I'm good, and everybody's happy. Khh."

"... ghosts. You've seen it all so far?"

"Well, that's kind of it. I would have been swamped by this explosion if I'd gotten in the way, so that's a good choice, right? Hmm."

Seeing an approaching ghost while juggling the dagger in a playful manner, Arben clenches his forehead and grabs Pragarach strongly. All you have to do now is turn off the time. At this time, the injury did not fully recover. You have to wait for the scroll effect to appear perfectly.

"The ultimate boss is not the place where these middle bosses fight, but the one that should be waiting inside, because I think you're going to recover all of this. I didn't know Choi Chul would spray like this."

"All this..."

"Huh?"

"Is this all you've done?"

"Hmm. Unexpectedly stupid question. Well, of course I did. Who would have done that? It's for you. What do you think? Do you like it?"

Tuck.

Once I woke up, I was sneaking aside, but I was talking with a dagger like this, as if I wasn't going to stop the ghost.

"Do you think you won it yourself? You don't even know what happened to the Dark Elves now, do you?"

"Huhuhuhu, isn't everything broken? Roughly all the Nodes and Nodes are destroyed, all the places that can't be occupied are burned down, and maybe your skills have wiped out the Great Warrior. Isn't that right?"

"What?"

I thought the Dark Elves would be unaware of the attack. Arben, who thought he had put an unexpected surprise in his face, was forced to make a stubborn look at the bold words.

"Ah, I think you're making a stupid mistake, don't you think you beat me by defeating the Dark Elves?"

"You, you must be with the Dark Elves..."

"I've only been helping you for a little while, but I can't help but say you're on the same side. What's wrong with someone you know? This is Arben, our kind hero. The defeat of the Elves may be linked to his defeat.."

Ting!

Sung-hoon, who purposely threw the dagger at Arben's toes, said with a slight raising of his tail.

"What does Dark Elves have to do with me or not? Rather, I received tons of rewards, earned enough Mission Points, and made annoying elves like this, but it was my victory."

Arben acts like an elf. Of course, if Arben personally defeated the enemy, the Elves as a whole would not be victorious. Rather, it is defeat. However, the Holy Hun behaves like a dark elf, but is not thought to associate their victory or defeat with himself. They think of themselves as just a distinction.

Because I didn't see the basics properly, I had this result.

"... a madman."

"I hear that a lot. I'm not really upset or anything, but if you tell me something more novel, I'll be happy for you. So, shall we do our part as bosses of evil again?"

Let's go!

I was nervous because I thought it was an attack, but nothing really happened.

"What are you doing? What you need to see right now is not me, it's that way."

Arben, who unwittingly turned his eyes towards where the ghost was pointing, almost lost consciousness instantly. Cristina was caught by a man and stretched out. His face was torn, bruised and heavily swollen, and there were serious wounds all over his body. Seeing it move marginally, it didn't look like it was dead, but it was clear that it still needed treatment as quickly as possible.

"Princess!"

"Foot, the prince who ran to save the Princess in crisis. That's an impressive scene. Well, don't worry, 'cause I didn't do anything so bad."

"You didn't do anything bad? Where the hell did you see that?"

"Isn't that obvious? What could be the worst thing a woman could do? I was gonna tell you the truth, but no matter how hard I have to go, I'm too close to that stupid bitch, right? So I just tortured him appropriately. Oh, and you better not move. If I had one finger, the princess' neck might roll over. Khhhh."

"Boom!"

Looking at Arben, who was wearing all the arrogant statues, Sung-hoon sighed despite the overwhelming advantages, and immediately opened his mouth as if he was forced to do something he really didn't want to do.

"I don't want to do this because it seems so obvious, but there's still a 1% chance, so you better try it, right? Arben, I'd like to make you one suggestion, like a sister, like a salesman, like eating and eating eggs."

Arben, who did not understand the country's unique proverb, roughly guessed what it meant, nodded marginally.

"If I give you that sword in return for the mental and physical damage I've suffered so far, I will stand down. The princess with the jaws will be released safely and I promise not to intervene in this war anymore."

"Give me this sword?"

"Yes. I think it's a very famous sword, and I told her I missed a few chances because of it every time Mirina fought you. I'd have to take a little risk to kill you, but wouldn't it be nice to make a clean deal? What do you think?"

The appearance of a ghost who speaks four years old. Most people might have accepted the deal here. It was only natural to choose a place that was a little more likely. But Arben's life did not belong to most of those people. Few people could see beyond the mask unless they were deceived by the attitude shown by the ghost.

"How can I believe you?"

"Wow, this is going to be awkward. Even if you credit it like this, it's ghosts. Ghosts are credit. I've never broken a promise I've made so far, but if you treat me like this, I'm going to be a little grumpy."

"Credit? If you give me a sword, I'll think of you rushing to kill me in an instant. Is this just my delusion?"

"... Phew, Phew! Ah, I thought this was Prince Sunbae, but there were surprisingly sharp corners. So what do you have to do?"

Spank!

It happened so quickly. At least Arben thought the ghost wouldn't kill Cristina to use her as a hostage. No, I thought I would try under worse circumstances, even if I killed him. I thought I could afford a little more.

However, as soon as he refused, as if he had waited, the ghost lowered his arm, and the warrior swung his sword and sliced Cristina's throat.

"If you were a common villain, would you leave the princess here to fight you? And that princess is going to save you and create a romantic situation. But I'm not the dumbest villain in the story. If the negotiations go back to failure, isn't that right?"

"... uh."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't hear you. What?"

"Die!"

A Dagger that unfolds in an instant!

It was a simple dagger drawn from left to right, but the dagger that bounced off of it suddenly grew in size and started cutting everything. However, Sung-hoon jumped up lightly and avoided the attack, as he had anticipated.

Qaaaaaaaah!

When Pragarach and Rune Blade hit, a circular shock wave spread around them. Its power was stronger and more vigorous than that of Choi Hyeol.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost!!! You, you do whatever it takes!!!"

"Very violent! If you don't mind, can I go somewhere else and fight? You know, the air here is not good, and it's useless, so I'm a little anxious that a tree the size of a tree might fall sometime. Why don't we just stop for a while and get along?"

"Shut up!"

A human being made up of evil. That's what Arben feels about ghosts. After exhaling all of Arben's attacks with a sophisticated glance, Sung-hoon lifted his left hand to his face and spread out his fingers, folding them one by one.

"Do you know why I've been foolishly dragging your time and talking to you when you know how to recover?"

Peeing!

The moment all five fingers were folded, the world suddenly began to shake. It was only a very brief moment, but it was enough time for the neck to fly more than ten times in a battle with the Masters.

"I needed some time, too."

"Poison!"

Arben, who recalls the dagger that passed by him closely late, bites his lips vigorously. I didn't even know I was going to use poison. He hurriedly lifted his magic power to drive out the venom that had invaded clandestinely, but was already swayed by the sword of Holy Hun reflecting the light beyond his ability to cope.

Kwajik!

A trunk of blood gushed out, and the two faces were staggered.

A little less today.

I'm going to go up to Seoul tomorrow, and preparing for that sort of thing has led to a slight decrease in volume than usual. And next week, I'm going to overlap these things in the dog season, so I'm going to be a lot busier. Are we going to go back in time like honey?

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