How the Villain Lives

48. I expected.

While falling back, Thousands of people tried to balance with a healthy leg and spread their distance from Mirina with a sword. I had a rush to swing, but it was sharp and accurate. However, it did not achieve its black objective. If Mirina, a pure prosecutor, had been the opponent, this dagger would have allowed enough distance. But she was different now.

What the fuck!

"Huh?"

The blue sword, which should fall on the ground, rises up on its own as if it were a ghost, and it blocks the swinging longsword.

'Winning Sword!'

Using Gigi to move the sword!

Of course, there were thousands who were learning to win the sword, but the inner air was too stubborn to enter, so the sword didn't move as well as the power thought it would. It was just a skill used to retrieve a sword that fell on the floor. Miri used it for combat at at a totally unexpected time.

Before I was surprised by that, Thousands rolled over to the side with the same feeling of lightning striking the crown. It was as if he were asking to be killed, throwing himself at the sword in Miri, but thousands believed in their instincts and the results of that faith immediately appeared.

Kwajik!

The arms in Miri were cut off exquisitely and neatly so that she could not feel any pain at all. However, the sound from the thousands of arms that Mirina swayed made a blunt sound that frowned.

I tried to finish towards a thousand faces frowning in pain, but because of the pain that came from my arm late, Mirina was forced to stop moving with a slight sigh.

'Missed me.'

A sword that can be activated perfectly by Sung-hoon.

It was a grand skill to make a blade that shaped the caster's mind to attack space and slash objects, but I wanted to be satisfied with slashing a thousand arms.

"Argh, rgh."

"Hoo, hoo, hoo."

As you turn the inner air around and begin to send it near the wound, the pain begins to diminish slightly.

Thousands stared at Zilyanigin's arms, shivering their teeth and groaning. Miri glanced at the vicinity of her shoulders, repeating her short breaths, enduring as much pain as possible.

'… Yes, I expected.'

My hands were shaking with a sword in pain I had never felt before. Truly, the pain of the arm being cut off and pushed out was never of an intolerable nature, nor was there enough trick to endure the pain as it had never been severely injured before.

In the first place, I could have even let go of the sword if I hadn't been prepared. However, when it was time for the blood to flow down the fur and bite the lips hard, Thousands of people who had found some stability said in a low voice with as much anger as possible.

"Did I see the wrong person?"

"... how did you see me?"

"In the short sword we shared last time, I thought I had one more thing besides your demonic talent."

Thousands of people paused for a moment to see if the pain was pushing again and breathed deeply through their lips and continued to speak again.

"New Testament. You were walking around and pulling swords, as if you weren't conscious. There was even a kind of godliness that could only be reached by those who were fascinated and truly respected by the sword."

In addition to myself, I felt a sense of homogeneity and pleasure in the fact that someone had taken so much soul for a sword. So I wanted to fight Mirina again, and I expected the process more than anyone else, than the results of that fight. Even if he were to lose, he would have been rather pleased if he had lost the legitimate swordsmanship battle.

"I thought you would have expected a battle with me, just as I expected a battle with you!! I thought we'd understand each other by spreading out everything we've built up so far with our swords! But you completely betrayed me like that!"

As he opened his eyes full of red blood, he opened his mouth and slightly raised his tail as he looked at the thousand people speaking. I was distorted by the pain, but I could see that it was definitely a laugh.

"Too bad."

"What?"

"If it had been me before I met the Ghost, I would have been able to give you back that expectation."

"... ghosts. Did he make you like this?"

'The pain is settling to some degree.'

When the arm first fell out, there was little bleeding. In particular, the wound was forced to heal faster because the open air cut it very neatly.

"You can say yes."

"... You've ruined people."

"Choose your words carefully. But I was going to let it go painlessly, because if I keep doing that, I'm going to draw it more painlessly without knowing it."

"I don't know what the ghost said, but this isn't it. As one person's prosecutor, I can't just look at you in the wrong direction."

I wanted a thousand swords to be wrapped in white strength, but within a few seconds I started swinging my sword forward. It was an unbelievable pleasant sword and a coercive sword, but Mirina was at risk of being shaken and attacked.

"Strength naturally follows as you grind and wipe your sword! If you forget that simple fact and just want to win and be strong, there will come a day when you will regret it greatly!"

"The frog in the well doesn't know it's high up in the sky, and that makes perfect sense. I think I see myself in the past, so on the one hand, it's a little bitter."

Gang!

Kagang!

Grab it!

Longsword and Red Sword fell encouragingly, shaking the atmosphere and bouncing fragments of strong force crushed the ground and crushed the mountain vegetation. Similarly, Miri lost one arm, but she was being pushed a little bit because she had crushed thousands of ankles with power, blocking what could be said to be the greatest advantage.

And crossing the victory and defeat of two prosecutors who were on higher ground than anyone else was neither a profound enlightenment nor an unimaginably powerful herbicide.

non-invasive surgery

A skill that can be defeated by throwing a sword and killing a fallen enemy. It corresponds to the lower level of the sword. The skill that I used a very long time ago was reluctantly spread with all my might. A marvelous swarm of red swords shoots at my chest.

If you had held the sword firmly with both arms, you could have pulled it out without a problem. However, he held the sword with one arm and, of course, was forced to blur his posture more than he thought.

Just by gently grasping thousands of arms in clefts and beating them as they were, thousands of bodies were forced to get stuck on the ground while spinning. Miri raised his feet and empowered thousands of people who naturally fell on the ground.

Woodpeck!

"Khhhhhhhh!"

"Looks like a battle has broken out."

His right arm was cut off and loaded with internal air, scattering the bones of his left shoulder. Even if I am a top-ranker, it takes me a long time to recover from this serious injury. An inspection that can no longer be sworn. The battle is over. Miri, who no longer grabs the sword and snatches the longsword from thousands of open hands, aims the sword at his neck with a grave look.

"Hahaha. I thought I might lose, but I never thought I'd lose like this."

"……."

"Can you do me two favors before I finish this?"

"Why should I?"

"Because this is my last life. I can't see your face anymore."

Unexpectedly, the Thousand, called Zhang An's greatest unknown, have suffered two deaths so far, and this was the last remaining life. Due to the excessive attraction of one occupation to Jang-eun, he failed to clear the mission and lost his life to top-rankers in other cities.

I originally intended to cut my life off, but I changed my mind about hearing that it was the same level of prosecutor that I met for the first time, except Sung-hoon.

"I'll think about it once I know I'm asking you to save me."

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! As long as I'm defeated, I've lost anyway. The next problem. I sincerely hope that you will treat the survivors of the armor. Don't just use it as an arrowhead, just as a straightforward drone."

"You don't have to worry about that. I have someone to treat me with all my heart. What's your second favor?"

"This is more advice than a favor."

She turned her head and looked at Mirina with a desperate expression.

"Don't forget when you first caught the sword, when you were possessed by the sword itself. If you forget them."

"When I first saw the sword, I was fascinated by it, and that passion has never cooled down until this moment."

"What?"

"It's just a little different. I was too obsessed with the sword of the past, and I framed it and bound myself. I found out that the sword is the one that best represents me, but on the contrary, it is the restraint that cuts off other possibilities."

"... Ah, ah!"

Spank!

Fighter.

Thousands of people took their breath away just as they were trying to give sincere advice about someone walking the same path, which contained no hostility or resentment. Myri, who stretched out his sword on the ground with thousands of blood and his own blood, murmured as he sat still.

"... It's immature and crude, but it's still the first time, isn't it bad enough?"

He would have been slightly disadvantaged if he had tried to fight purely by sword. However, he thought the sword method was not all but a means, and tried to attack from various angles and eventually won.

You still have a long way to go when it comes to swordsmanship, witchcraft, irrationality, gestures, colleagues, and fighting features. I had to imitate the employee's combat style a little bit, and to some extent the injuries were risky, and I deliberately gave out my arms and used a little articulation.

However, this was clearly evidence of a move away from what had been trapped in the framework so far to a new frontier.

'It's not far yet, but if you go a little further like this.'

Seacock.

"One day it must be."

Instead of chasing behind his back like now, he smiled as he thought of the day when he would stand next to the Holy Hun.

Joara, the server system, the real dog...

Huuuuuuuu....

Yesterday at 12: 00, I tried to upload and leave, but 403 flights were unregistered. I simply wrote it back, registered it, registered it, registered it, repeated it, knowing it was a system error.

And after repeating that for about 10 times, the next one didn't go up, and after about 30 minutes of chaos, I thought I should just go up in the morning and try to sleep... I saw the homepage that had been registered at once to 414 copies.

I was forced to do 10 consecutive sessions, and secondly, I entered the edit/delete window quickly to clear the duplicates, and because the site user crashed, I couldn't access the site, I couldn't delete it, it took Leck, and then I barely cleared 6 flights by 1: 30 in the morning, and I cleared the other 4 flights this morning.

I'm going to fish without Bourne.. I just want to apologize to those who knew it was a 4th consecutive season. ◗ ◗