How the Villain Lives

56. Grand Council.

At first, I couldn't understand what Wolf was talking about. No, even though I was unconsciously realizing it, I didn't know if I could accept it because it didn't fit with the image I originally knew. However, Kim Lee Hyun, who recalled his usual conversation with Wolf and his actions, said in a trembling voice, swallowing a drowsiness.

"So Wolf meant to kill devout believers... and send them to his side?"

"Yes. I really want to help Kim Lee Hyun, who has a genuine faith in his heart, kill him here, or receive rest."

Kim Lee Hyun swallowed a drowsiness while feeling the dagger touch his neck. It is not the meaning of a parable, but if one finger is really hard, he dies like this. The real threat to Kim Yi-hyun, who once secured his safety as a priority in any situation and left his life and blood to others, was shock itself.

"For more people, I'll have to put up with it now."

'... He's a lunatic, he's a real lunatic!'

If the Wolf had blatantly threatened to kill him with a trunk of life, Kim Yi-hyun would have tried to bring back the humiliation he had suffered if he had regained his peace over time, even if he had been frightened.

However, there was no such thing as negative emotion in Wolf's eyes. Wolf, who hesitates to kill people with eyes bitten by mercy and love, was like the worst monster Kim Lee Hyun had ever seen. And toward Kim Lee Hyun, Wolf said with sincerity.

"However, I can't impose an unconditional sacrifice on a saint like Kim Lee Hyun. You can always tell me when you want to quit, and when you don't have the strength, you can just stay quiet. When that happens, I..."

Glub.

"I'll do whatever it takes to find him and help him get there. Don't speculate. Kim Lee Hyun deserves it."

Kim Lee Hyun nodded as if he was possessed by something as he saw a drop of blood flowing down the dagger.

The battlefield was turning into a sinuous state.

Of course, there wasn't even a thrombus yet, but it was all part of it. If it was natural, it was natural. In the first place, this uproar was a war provoked by the general public.

It was because people who had regained reason began to lose weight as they gradually increased their damage by simply insisting on individual battles without proper sentiments or command systems.

People belonging to the Great Alliance also had their own circumstances. If the Great Alliance had defined the attacking people thoroughly as enemies from the beginning and used their lives without hesitation, it would not have come to this situation.

If there was truly a cannabis oil white cow that could be destroyed immediately without having to go far enough, at least one of the four places could be stopped. However, it was impossible in the first place to use water without hesitation against ordinary people in the same city, not people from other cities who fought monsters or survived.

Once I tried to kill Dumbledore, I had no countermeasures or resistance in terms of protecting myself, but no one thought of going any further. Yoo White Woo and the commanders who knew that he was incited to Yooseong Hun were only responding defensively and passively to the idea of calling for blood.

"Motherfuckers who don't even know worms! You've been patient and we look like wands?! They're gonna suck us to the end and dump us!"

"Well, what does that mean?"

"Shut up! You dogs of the ruling class! Don't even think about it. Get out of my way!"

"Son of a bitch! Don't talk nonsense. Let's talk about it one step at a time so we can understand it!"

Rather, the common people who grumble with sarcasm drive themselves to the axis of evil, who were once the same colleagues. Unlike expected, the Great Alliance's people, who were passively resisting and demanding explanations, were quickly caught in the heat of battle.

"It looks like the battle is over, but shouldn't we?"

"Phew, Phew."

"Jack. If you chew people's words like that, even a nice person like me..."

Blame it!

"That's annoying!"

'Coming!'

A simple assault with no paint or restraint!

However, Jack responded with all his might, pulling the magic of the whole body.

Dark barrier.

Ventricular Blade.

The Shield of Darkness surrounding the whole body was the best defense skill that largely nullifies magical hits, and the Scattering Sword was not so highly rated, but it had a defensive ability that increased in proportion to caster's Strength and AGI. In other words, if Jack spread these two skills, it was good to see that all attacks lost their effectiveness.

However, that was the case everywhere in general. It was like a giant grinder tearing everything apart, and toward Jack, who was showing off his strength, Sung-hoon approached and began stabbing the climax without feeling too nervous.

Pabababak!

The result was miserable. The blade's shield, which was never breached by chance, collapsed in vain, and Jack's body was stabbed with a dagger of death. I didn't have to dig deep or crowd in to cause fatal injuries.

'Six, seven, eight, no more, no more!'

"Nine, ten."

The stigma of death has been overlapped 10 times.

The hand of death triggers.

The touch of death that takes away 10% of HP and magic.

It is also unfair that 10% of the magical power in his body was injured by the shock that evaporated in an instant, but he swung the book in his left hand and struck Jack's face with a cool blow.

Jack spills a pair of noses in contrast to Sung-hoon, who shrugs his shoulders lightly and retreats like he doesn't even intend to take a subsequent hit. Despite the overwhelming difference in abilities, Jack couldn't accept that it happened because of one small ability that didn't even care about luck.

"Huff. Ha, just once. If you only take one chance..."

"It's also a chance that luck can follow. Even though I don't think the enormous fortune to turn everything upside down in such a desperate situation will follow you now."

Despite his blatant provocation, Jack had no objection and was forced to stand in place grinding his teeth. That's what Sung-hoon said. Brute fleeing, eye-catching with slaves, cutting bones and joining forces with toprankers. I tried everything I could in this situation, but with unnatural misfortune, everything went back to failure.

"Hey, Jack. Why don't you stop now?"

"... What?"

"After all, the ugly Balbourg, who clearly shows results, will quit and surrender like a top-ranker. If you do that, I might not take your life."

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr So you're going to add me to the human orchid collection Eli mentioned?"

"I'm going to end up burying it in a sunny place and trimming it occasionally, isn't that better than your humpet? At least we don't let them fight or abuse each other until they die."

"That's a very noble hobby. Hahahahaha!"

"I'm glad you understand. Huhuhuhuhu."

It was Sung-hoon and Jack who were giving and receiving crazy conversations. Sung-hoon, who had been laughing for a long time, immediately kicked his tongue lightly and said,

"So you're going to continue this meaningless battle?"

"……."

"I don't care if we keep fighting or if we're done here."

'... Shit.'

That was the problem.

Even if the battle concludes at this point, it will eventually return in favor of Sung-hoon. If you enter into a power outage properly, you will eventually have to deal with the work with the conversation, and then you will only be at a disadvantage. In order to avoid useless confusion, it was true that the Great Alliance was hiding a lot of information.

Until we go the other way, there is no damage to Sung-hoon unless the damage is increased, not just by long-grown troops like the Great Alliance. Measures of Conscience? It would be quicker to become a good man because you are overzealous than to make Sung-hoon feel guilty of conscience.

'To such a scumbag..'

If Arben or his type were the opponent, he might have accepted defeat by laughing loudly. But it was so unfair that he was attacked by the lowest scumbag villain, who just flowed into the situation with no ambition, no dignity, no ideals. Then Seong Hoon began to raise his energy in earnest in order to finish towards Jack who had just decided to come.

'It was best for Jack to cooperate alive to end the situation okay. What can I do?'

Even if it is not Jack, it will be solved by cooperating with only one top-ranker in the Grand Alliance.

'I have not sustained any serious injuries, but only the touch of death that has already entered must have consistently accumulated the Stigma of Death damage superimposed on number 4. If you only approach and wound dozens of wounds..'

Yin Yang Qi.

The scam item called the Feast was used as a single splint to fight Jack's attack, and even the last one was hidden. Then Seong Hoon and Jack got involved in a collision with a third party.

"I finally found it. Yooseong Hun."

"Arben! Where did you sell a pair of arms in between?"

"... I gave it to your colleague as a gift."

"If it ends with one arm attached to Mirina, it's the only business left. Yonke got out too."

I didn't make fun of him, but I said it sincerely. Arben nodded boldly as he watched him die bitten by blood. If Cheonluck had not followed, he would have dedicated his neck.

"Khh, khhh!"

"That's how long the skill called Horseshoeing lasts."

Seeing the strange skins and black magic disappear from Jack's body, Sung-hoon sneaks up one side of his mouth.

This is it! This is it! '

Though objectively, Sung-hoon's abilities were never weak, he was always forced to survive by thorough tricks and tricks, even though he had enormous abilities. It was not a person who had a deep amniotic fluid or enlightenment, but a person who was mentally mature, so the longer the day, the more stressful it was.

I've endured it with superhuman patience, because I've always encountered it as a top-ranker mirage that is beyond common sense, without even trying it on a steeple that can never be easily seen. Therefore, this situation of fighting without leaving behind all the abilities that I have.

Of course, one fell out on my own and the other one was cut off from Mirina's arm, but I was convinced that he was in an overwhelming position against two top-rankers, so Seong Hun hummed himself without even knowing.

'Luckily, you look good.'

When I saw SeongHun's smiling face, I was irritated. But on the one hand, I had to be reassured. From now on, the sacrament of the work was entirely up to the Holy Spirit.

Sound wave blocking.

"What kind of trick?"

I was embarrassed by the sudden flow of magical power, but I was forced to look at Arben with my head curled by the fact that he used the skill of blocking sound, not attack magic. Then Arben looked around without saying anything for a moment and bowed his head.

"... Yooseong Hun. Let's negotiate."

After all, the keyboard wasn't fixed, but once again, how can I use the power of the video keyboard to write? I don't know why tacklers do this much on a daily basis when it's not over.

Luckily, the phone was repaired safely. It was hard to get to the center, but I had the advantage of completing the repairs and replacing the batteries...