How the Villain Lives

54. Why do villains talk so much?

With the sound of combat and screaming coming from afar, Jack builds a smile.

"Did you intend to use external reinforcements to expand your combat both inside and outside of your own time?"

"Something like that. At least, in reality, there's only one way I can try."

The voice of the Holy Hun coming from the Undead crowd. Jack, who approximated his position, continued with a sneaky step.

"Certainly not, but anyone can think of it as the way you chose it. How many troops did you mobilize? A hundred thousand? Do you think you can turn this situation upside down with that number?"

The Alliance's total force of four guilds united and herded most of its members into the field exceeds 100,000. Of course, it's all spread everywhere, but it must be an enormous army that has dizzy power and doesn't even bother to touch it. It was impossible to fight against that power as easily as possible.

A top-ranker who is really skilled, or at least 10,000 troops, will be required to stab. Of course, this was only a minimal condition, and given the quality of the troops, the outcome was obvious. Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to know that, so Jack thought Sung-hoon would still be hiding something more.

"Even that troop is a decoy to attract time? Then what are you really after? '

"You can't turn this situation upside down unless they're all 3rd Awakeners with 10,000 troops."

"Then why are you doing this useless thing...?"

"It's not useless. Yooseong-hoon, your real purpose is not to win right now, but this battle itself."

It was Arben who cut the horse in the middle. While talking, I looked at Jack with frightening eyes, but I was not stupid enough to tell the difference between the ball and the corpse, so I turned my gaze into an undead crowd.

"Interesting opinion. The battle itself?"

"Yes. The final stage attack will inevitably be postponed for as long as such damage has occurred. It's not about revenge right now, it's about your real purpose to buy time for revenge."

"Well, there was a way. It's not a bad way. As soon as the Great Alliance that promised lasting peace is formed, massive destruction will occur. If you dig well, it will also make public opinion worse."

'You're continuing to move.'

Like Jack, it was Arben who tried to specify the location of Sung-hoon. To shed as little blood as possible and end this fight, it was most efficient to hit the head. However, the voice of Sung-hoon seemed to be heard from close at some point and the position was constantly changing.

"But I chose a completely wrong choice after being so proud of myself. Do you think I would have chosen a reckless way to put the verdict behind me? I've decided to watch the fight here."

"... Do you mean to die without at least regret?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not cool enough to make that choice. At least if I don't have a chance of winning, he's a passive guy who won't even try."

"What are you talking about? What the hell do you believe...?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Qaaaaaah!

I began to hear a slightly bigger roar and an explosion. Of course, since the enemy was digging closer while we were talking, it was natural to hear loud sounds. The problem, however, was that the sound was beginning to come from the opposite side of where the sound was first heard.

And after a very brief time, the sound began to be heard in other tribes this time. Sung-hoon, who lightly pushed his tongue toward Arben, who had a stubborn expression as if he could not understand what was going on, said in a tone that the opponent would be as pissed off as possible.

"Well, the trick itself isn't that great, as Jack says, but I'm always the one who comes up with what no one else thinks. The method was right…."

"... The number of enemies coming in from outside is unmeasurable, with at least 100,000 troops coming out of four cities pushing from all sides, and it's not the time to talk like this here!!!"

As Yoo White Woo, who had come to his senses late in the most important part, shouted out, Sung-hoon added a word after him lightly.

"It's a little big. Stop it until you can stop it. Even if you stop it, it will perish, even if you can't stop it."

Everyone who was there thought the devil's voice would be better than this at the same time.

He frames his alliance as the dominant class who deceives people with false information and leaves them to live after sucking them to the fullest extent possible. In doing so, Sung-hoon is perceived as a victim who was sacrificed naturally by the ruling class without having to plead innocence.

In addition, scattering the fact that the final goal, the successor of the gods, is limited can attract the top and top rankers who are not part of the coalition, and spreading the information that the world itself may disappear if the mission is cleared more completely will make it possible to attract the majority of the general public.

'I thought these two would bring tremendous repercussions. I didn't think Sung-hoon would leave there one more step.'

The servant looks back, suppressing the beating heart as if it were about to explode. There were enormous people there who would never kneel when compared to the people of the Great Alliance in front of them.

"Not only to Cindy, but also to Los Angeles, Toronto and Moscow…."

"Hahaha. I never thought I'd be able to set the stage for a reversal like this under the worst of circumstances. I don't know anything else, but I can't help but admire the scale of things."

"What, are you surprised? If you're a brother, that's for sure."

"Of course. I made a mistake."

With a loving smile on his face, Wolf nods to the servant, holding his fist and repeatedly releasing it. When he went through Eli's betrayal, Wolf was desperate to think that he could no longer send people to God's side. That was the same after Sung-hoon rescued him. I was forcibly energized, but it wasn't very exciting in my mind.

It was because of the idea that the great plan of sending so many people to his side could not be accomplished, and that one person was forced to make salvation from the grave as before. However, Sung-hoon spared no effort to save more people and as a result succeeded in lifting himself from the pit of despair.

"You want me to go to Toronto?"

"It's hard to expect great results if I go there myself, as Arben is holding on tight. That's the same for everyone else. But only Wolf is different."

"I don't get it. What can I do if I'm a weak bride?"

"I mean, it's a little weak... but you're the only one who can handle this. It is also unknown to the outside world, but above all, Wolf can persuade others sincerely."

Even though it is infinitely cruel, the Wolf can treat people with open-mindedness, not with smoke. With the addition of the power of divine power, his words become incredibly convincing to turn black into white.

"Of course, you shouldn't go too far. Toronto has a different system than any other city that maintains law and order, even though it's a bit of a bad rumor due to its recent massive strikes. But you can dig into that."

What would people react to if they found out that the hero of justice they had firmly believed in so far was actually a masked villain? Of course, in the first place, I couldn't believe it. But accidental situations and handshakes overlap. 'I have planted suspicion. Getting there is simple.

"I didn't come here to see blood! I'm just asking you to go and ask me the truth. If a young man named Arben is dead, all these questions will be solved definitively."

"Relying unconditionally on someone is a blasphemy. Rather, only a thorough doubt and suspicion is the only way to truly trust that person. Please follow me to solve all these misunderstandings and trust Arben with certainty!"

Wolf's speech was not exaggerated like Sung-hoon. However, the words of Wolf, who had repeated his sincere persuasion hundreds and thousands of times to send so many people to the side of God, contained the "sincerity" of making the heart beat just by listening.

After that, it was simple. Not to fight as Wolf said, but to meet Arben and solve all the questions, so many people began to move. However, the peaceful march was watered down with blood. Among the Alliance's forces who were on guard, the terrified "someone" opened their eyes to the person who came out for the conversation, and the "someone" in Toronto who saw it jumped out and used magic to set dozens of people on fire.

'It is not wrong to save more people, even though they have committed a lie in the end.'

The lightly consecrated Wolf trimmed his throat for a moment and cried out.

"I wanted to talk to you, but those ruthless bandits are holding swords and spears to the end and threatening us. I think you've seen everything with your own eyes and ears. Are you just going to keep shouting echoes that won't come back?"

"Well, it's not clear yet..."

"Nothing is clear?! What the hell! They have brutally slaughtered the people they wanted to talk to and attacked us as they have waited ever since! Sometimes you have to lift your sword more decisively than you talk!"

One way or another, he suddenly changed his attitude towards the man who wanted to defend Arben, and the bull began to walk forward, grasping the cross in one hand and the dagger in the other.

"Think about what is the choice for true justice and what is the path for the majority."

Leaving the words alone, Wolf begins to run forward, followed by the attendant. At first, everyone was just standing still, but soon the wizards who pressed on the fully armed knights or hoods began to step forward, and as soon as someone opened the door, people began to follow behind them.

"... after all, is this the only way?"

Boris mutters with a small sigh as he controls an army of tens of thousands of ordinary people. Yooseong Hun's suggestion to sneak in was simply a whisper from the Devil. The plan is to drive the four great forces to Evil and unite the rest of them to create a Temple for Justice.

"That, that's the devil's doing!!! Sergey, are you just gonna watch this?!"

"... What can we do if we don't just watch?"

"Isn't that obvious? We must inform the general public immediately and forward it to the Grand Alliance to suppress the incident prematurely."

"Oh, that's a good idea. But don't you think it's too late?"

Seong Hun, who sent a meaningful smile to Sergei's latest friend Boris, said he buried himself on a fluffy couch.

"If we announce this, it will only take us a year to select a member to take part in the final stage attack."

"So what did you do? Then you can postpone the attack!"

"That's not what I'm saying. As a result, there are plates that allow me to move around as slowly as I can in time."

"What?"

He did not appear to be obscured by the mask, but he said boldly with a demonic smile.

"Even if things go wrong, I will not hesitate to implement this plan. In the first place, it was only by concealing the fact that there were restrictions on the successor of God that the image was shaved. In addition to that, it will provoke a rebuttal that is already piled up, creating a conflict between the oppressive dominant class and the oppressed dominant class. Don't worry, there's plenty of time, that's enough."

"……."

"This dispute will not settle easily if it erupts because of what has happened so far. And it's a problem if you win, it's a problem. If you win, the general public will have an irreversible grudge against the oppressed ruling class by using force to maintain their vested interests. What happens if I lose?"

"... Are you threatening?"

"I'm telling you the truth, not the threat. If you win, you'll have a beginning of conflict that will never end. If you lose, you'll end your life. Or they both end up extinct. If you don't like these three options.."

After a brief breath, Sung-hoon said with confidence that no rejection would ever come out.

"Select the fourth option. If you win, if you lose, if you lose, if you take off the" dominant "Gule and stand in the dominant position, everything will be solved. What do you say, it's easy?"

Glub.

"Bo, Boris. Blood flows!"

"... I guess I lost my mind for a while."

Boris couldn't feel a bit of pain, even though his nails dug his palms out and the blood flowed out. The suffering of the heart was much greater than the suffering of the flesh. However, it was now impossible to reverse the choice.

"... Army combat ready."