How the Villain Lives

47. Do you wrinkle in front of your pupils?

This side did not end in one go.

The rigid defenses within the mirror were too futile to collapse in repetition of very simple and basic movements such as frontal, lateral, oblique, stabbing, and shedding. I tried to calm down the agitation and unravel the situation as calmly as possible, even when the elite clothing that was heavily paid and fitted was literally torn to shreds.

Whoops!

Realizing that the physical defenses did not work, I lifted up my energy and built a thick bodyguard that wrapped around the front. It was Miri's preferred way of operating the internal air in this way. He didn't like his behavior to be constrained by excessive internal air consumption and self-made shields that could not be compared to wielding a sword himself.

Spank!

"You don't look so good."

I even used a self-defense machine, but it was pierced so uselessly.

The victor of the battle was leaning finely, but with certainty, towards the open. From simple cross defenses to defenses using escorts, spills, offsets, ejections, and cuts, thousands of wounds were being sustained without stopping the Dagger.

The first deliberate concession of the player, and continued passive response, forced him to move on for centuries. Thousands of wrists turned softly, and the longsword bent in rapid orbit, crushing the back of his hand. The moment the red sword fell out of his hand, he tried to rush in, but he felt his instinct was dangerous and retreated without hesitation.

Chet.

I was going to use the winning sword to ambush the moment I missed the sword, but I couldn't be disappointed even when the plan returned to the defenses before I even tried it.

"If it had been on Earth, it would have been quite advantageous for me, but it's not that prevailing in this world."

Mirina looked terribly hurt, but the reality was a little different. While the body was on the bay, it changed its posture and developed self-defense, reducing the damage as much as possible so that the skin was only slightly on the bay. And even if the physical fitness level within Myri was not a recovery spell, it was only possible to recover in an instant.

"Wounds sustained on the continent. It all recovered, too. I don't think you should be a little bolder."

"Come bolder. I'm getting sad, too."

"Do you feel it? Did you realize something else with that instantaneous workshop just now?"

"It looks like a slow-moving bayonet, but the reality is a pleasant sword that no one can follow. Wrong?"

"That's right. That's really scary."

No matter who sees it, thousands seem to attack superior. However, the reality is different. Thousands of black people were constantly changing from the moment they hit each other to the moment they fell apart. Divide and divide as if it were eternity. And in that stretch of time, you shed your opponent's power hundreds of times and knock it down.

The change was so swift, so fine, I couldn't even notice the strangeness of seeing it with my own eyes. However, while his body was being slashed, he never let his gaze out of the sword and tried to find out about the secret that was amusing him.

"If we face each other's weapons, we will break down the pose in a way that empowers, pulls out, or spills. I'm just drastically reducing and streamlining the process so it's simple and quick. So what are we going to do now?"

"……."

I figured out what kind of method the other thousand are using to play with themselves. However, it was not the kind of thing Mirina could imitate. This technology was only available in a few thousand ways. Countless years of overwhelming experience. A training that has been repeated constantly enough that the movement completely cuts into the body and mind.

With overwhelming experience, you can create and find enemy gaps in real time and target them thanks to constant training.

By contrast, all Mirina has is a sparkling genius.

It's not that she didn't try. However, compared to Thousand, experience and training in Myri are overwhelmingly different. The grounds on which the two men stood were certainly similar.

'However, it will vary greatly depending on how you reach it...' What am I supposed to do? That's a technique I can't replicate. '

So far, there have been no technologies that you can't replicate. But all of a sudden, it felt like a solid, huge wall appeared in front of me. An overwhelmingly disadvantaged situation, however, did not lose sight of the smiles that prevailed in such a situation.

'This is not the first time.'

If it had been the first time I had come across the wall, I might have been desperate. However, Mirina already knew more massive and sturdy walls than this. Clearly, the open air is strong. However, it is weaker than Sung-hoon.

With a blue sword pointed at the sky, he stopped paying taxes and lowered his strength as he stretched it to the red-black floor. Even just now, the harmony of the twin swords was being perfected, and now it has broken itself. The left and right swords are playing completely separately.

"Is that how you think?"

"Sort of."

"Much more reckless than I thought. I don't know how to lower my odds."

"How about that? And I want to keep saying one thing from before."

"Something?"

"You talk too much. Why is your mouth so light?"

"... I'm sorry to hear that. From now on, let's show it by action."

Quuuuuu!

With a strong grip on the double sword, Miri pulls up the inner ball and starts injecting it into the cyan sword. The nature of the internal pores injected into each sword was completely different.

'If I swung the sword a little faster or pulled the blue sword and the red sword together, my neck would have escaped. Nevertheless, given the constant velocity, that technology can't be expanded many times at a time or accelerated beyond its current velocity. A Dagger-limited assailant that slows down and simplifies the opponent's defenses, but definitely knocks them down. Then what am I supposed to do?'

Seeik

'Crushes enemies with overwhelming volume.'

Thousands of blacks are powerful but equally burdensome technology.

If you continue to spread another sword and increase the burden of spirit and flesh, you will clearly see a gap.

'Obviously, you should not spread your herbs alone. We need to combine skills and change them in real time. Moreover, the herbs that I used once will be learned as it is. 4 that can be converted into one number and expanded. If you spread it with a double sword, you get 8.'

Thousands are defeated by it if one mistake is made by the sword in Miri that is constantly being pushed away. On the contrary, Mirina is defeated if she can endure all the skills she possesses to the end.

Illusion sword

Thousands of red gums and plums

'It's up to me to decide whether I've built up or whether the child's genius is better.'

We bump into each other to the greatest advantage. It was an unbeatable battle that should never be lost. Thousands of longswords were swung towards the numerous remnants of the Blue and Red Swords, and their surroundings were filled with light and violence.

Swinging the way, he cuts off a large vase that was flying towards the front of his eyes.

Thanks to the annotations it has, the flower turns into small fire poop and disappears. Unfortunately, however, it was not a relief to defend the strike. There was another small wreath behind the wreath, which passed through the already swung sword and hit the shoulder of the examination, not the spatula.

"Argh?!"

"By the way, do you get caught in such an obvious trap? For some reason, magic is better than just blocking it with a shield or avoiding it, but I don't know what you're cutting with a sword to catch a piece of shit. Well, I like it, though."

"Argh, you son of a bitch!"

"Don't be so angry. Rather think of it as a good opportunity... Whistle, snow breeze."

Qaaaaaah!

It was a snow breeze. The phenomenon of snow breeze was an inexplicable sight. A sharp blade made of ice and a sharp wind dug into the bones suddenly descended before the snow. Dumplings who tried to bypass and approach one way or another while their colleagues were drawing attention were compelled to protect their bodies with all their might while admiring them.

And between those brief gaps, the Holy Spirit was already in the distance with them.

'Not like this!'

After blocking the blade of wind flying towards him, the royal family stiffens his face and grasps the sword.

Since the battle began, ghosts have been using spells to persist in long-range warfare. At first, I thought I'd be able to break through. However, after some time, the idea disappeared without coming.

'Obviously, I heard it was an excellent unmanned man, but this is no different from the Wizard on the High Mission! No, it's stronger!'

I'm not just pouring a spell into my mouth.

As if the cogs were turning, each attack was dense and linked. The powerful attack was as powerful as the weak, and the weak attack had its meaning as weak. Thanks to it, three uninhabited men who were strong enough to be counted in five fingers, except for the thousand in the bowel, were forced to do this or that.

Priest! If you stay like this, you will continue to be entertained!

If so, what?

Come to me. I'll send you to the Ghost once. I know it's a lot to ask, but I want the two of us to tie our feet together as long as we can.

I will do it by sacrificing my life.

'Hmm, I think I'm making something up.'

Suddenly the people who chased him to death with a bloodbath around their necks shut their mouths. Moreover, in order to avoid the concentration of bombing, three people had so far been separated by a reasonable distance, and suddenly dumplings were running slowly towards the central royal palace.

It seemed like he was making something up, so Sung-hoon sighed a little and took the kit out of his arms and threw it straight ahead. Even though they almost got caught in a barrel that showed tremendous acceleration once or twice, using the kit like this allowed me to continue to miss the distance.

"Take it! Tan steel!" "

"Is that it again?"

When the spatula on the right swings the sword, the crescent-shaped sword begins to shoot. It's a black hole anyway. If you cast a spell, half of it doesn't come and it explodes. As he thought so, Seonghun immediately opened his eyes.

The Tan River, which only shot once or twice, began to fire six shots at this instant. Even though the complexion of the spatula became pale at the moment due to extreme internal air consumption, it was also difficult to create a situation that would be tense at the moment because of Sung-hoon.

The spells that inevitably poured out were forced to concentrate towards the spatula. And in a short moment, the royal family did not miss the gap that had arisen.

'Regardless of how much compensation you have, you can't normally narrow it down by half and you are immediately countered. But if only you could speed it up momentarily!'

"Go!"

"Old!"

The royal guard leaned so that the sword remained horizontal and took the lowering position as it was. The difference was that there was a priest on the black surface. Then the royal arm muscles swelled instantaneously and the sword swung as it was.

Paaang!

The royal family smiles slightly as they feel an intense repulsion from riding the sword. It is absurd to put a man on the sword and swing him as he is, but this absurd thing is possible in this world. Of course, not everyone can.

It was something only a man who knew how to accelerate by centering on the swinging sword and spreading his mind at the optimum moment.

'Sir, if you look at it, it's a wonder.'

However, I managed to narrow my distance from the other party somehow with this. Convinced that the priest would buy us some time somehow, the royal family began to rush forward with a slight stroke of shoulders.

On the other hand, Sung-hoon was suddenly embarrassed to see dumplings approaching at a rapid rate, crossing the air. I couldn't see what I was doing because my gaze turned around. But what is certain now is that the enemy is coming towards him. Though I thought about restraining him with a spell, the distance was getting too close at a fast speed, and after all, Sung-hoon was forced to draw his sword.

Cheyenne!

"Never, never let him run away!"

"You're so slow. Why are you being so hypersensitive with this?"

"Just like this?!"

On the side of Sung-hoon, they were chasing him with deception until his head and clothes burned, even without a proper black swing. Of course, I had no intention of giving up the chance I had.

Looking at the dumplings that were pressing themselves to form a grid-shaped sword, Sung-hoon frowned on his forehead. No matter how powerful the doping was, I had no intention of joining the three uninhabited.

'I want him to be dealt with somehow before those two people back there come. There seems to be no way with swordsmanship and spells are not good in this area... Ah!'

Seong-hoon's mouth, which reminded me of something, drew a line.

'If it's a profit, there's nothing to lose anyway.'

"This is too bad, but I have phobia. Even if you're close to a stranger, the game will rise and fall again."

Kaaaaaaah!

After momentarily using vaporization, Sung-hoon, who lifted his strength, swung his sword like a baseball bat, pushed the dumpling back and began to flee. Until the death penalty and the priest arrived, the dumplings, who thought they would tie their feet in any way, began to bite and spread their guilt. Distance to get close at a fast pace. And the dumpling could see the ghost's face change.

"Smile?"

One way or another, the restless expression of not opening up the street started to creep out in the whole body of dumplings as I looked at the lips that were everywhere. However, he noticed the danger too late.

Steel.

"Huh?"

Something strange is transmitted through the soles of the feet and sounds like the machine is turning.

Before he even understood what it was, Dumpling's new brother lightly exceeded the speed at which he was going down and was shot forward. The distance from Sung-hoon was too close to countering the sudden side of the incident, and the time of narrowing each other's distance was the same as before.

And even though he knew it was going to be like this, Sung-hoon lifted a rune blade and pointed it at the front.

Phew!

It was a strike.

Bloody drops of blood were flowing down the rune blade through the trunk, and Seong Hoon was waving his hand with a single smile. Then a grumbling cry of the royal family approaching from behind was heard.

"No, sweetie!"