King of Shadows

The longer the battle, the more disadvantageous the situation is. After reading Kyungmin's pattern, Thanksgiving began to take on the reverse. His figure was slow and slow, but heavy. Kyungmin was not able to stop it. Forty-one thousand years of thought was strong enough for the Sinseoul Federation. After reaching 300,000, Kyungmin was not a strong opponent.

"I've eaten this!"

After a moment of speeding up, Kyungyoung jumped into Chak's arms. When he saw Kyungmin slowing down, he reacted late by a beat. It was because I didn't know the intention. What Kyungmin wanted was that reaction from Chak. Kyungmin, who faced his gaze with a shivering expression, accelerated his body at an unnatural speed.

The slow-moving sword jumps the distance in no time. Slow and steady, and fast to dig in between. Repeating the increase in speed, he had no choice but to allow the gap even while guarding his body with a defensive shield.

Kyungmin wields her sword without cause, pushing her into her attack range in a single step. The fastest blow with the notion that it can't be this time. You quickly cut through the left flank of the quarry, with the effect of speed and effort.

"Ugh."

For the first time, Chak reacted, but Kyungmin was frankly not happy. It's because I didn't feel anything.

On the contrary, his flank was still intact. I couldn't tell if it was cut by a sharp sword. A tearful wound appeared on the skin like a scratch on a branch.

"A little cautious, but I guess there's a lot of skill between the two. You're quite talented."

He lightly purged the blood drops that were rising from the trellises and said to the grave. He wasn't the only Stigma he had. Another barrier to support him has always been nearby.

"... Legion."

"Yes."

The golden iron wall that Chak inherited from Hugh was the best region to fill his gaps. The walls, literally made of iron and steel, boasted excellent defensive capabilities. Moreover, the effect was dramatically increased only by the 'perceived attack'. A region that glows even more because it's owned by Fortune with a stegma in the search family. That was the wall of gold.

"That was unusually reckless."

Kyungmin licks his burning lips with her tongue, knowing the characteristics of the Legion of Fortitude. The Team was a region with a sharp effect of cutting power in proportion to its historical power. There was an inherent possibility that I could cut anything if I had enough thought.

Excellent in terms of efficiency or effectiveness However, I had no choice but to be influenced by thought as long as it was legion. Even a Legion that has the potential to turn into a sword is useless if the user's skill is low.

As the number of times the sword and degree bounced off each other, Kyungyoung sensed that.

Experienced and thinking excellence. And overwhelming power. He had everything he didn't have. After arriving earlier, Kyeong-min is forced to make a sudden move. All he could do was minimize the impact of breaking the sword. This was also a trick that could not have been accomplished without Lynn's special teachings.

"Is this the end?"

"It can't be the end!"

Thanks to the fact that he began to swing his way, Kyungmin was suffocated by the feeling of the wall tightening from all sides. Despite using speed to maintain the phenomenon, Chaek's arms still show no sign of opening. Rather, it seemed to fall into an unknown abyss like tangles in a spider web. There was no place for Kyungmin to penetrate.

But he gripped it and endured it. The fact that the opponent is strong makes it obvious that the people behind him will see the blood if they retreat. Kyung-min was the only one who could stop him here. He had to exclude himself from being trained in the Legion of Colony, the Cult.

Kyungmin, who held the sword across and blocked the way down over her head, slammed 300,000 of her imagination into the altar. He had no skilled experience, no superior thought, no overwhelming power, but a superior region. The region that the Supreme Swordsman used on that continent.

That's why Kyungmin decided to trust the team. And he decided to gamble the best he could.

In a dazzling workshop where the sword and degree collide, Kyungmin focused her thinking on the tip of the sword, not the sword. Focusing on all the skills in the number of special skills, not the workshop, the wounds increased and began to fall without hesitation, but Kyungmin didn't mind.

What he wanted was not 10 minutes, but a decisive second. One moment to share your winnings and losses. I carefully observed his movements with the eye of a hawk aiming for Kyungmin's prey.

The moment Chak lifted his gaze, Kyungmin sensed that the moment he wanted had come. The moment the thick path falls away from the body of Fortune and the body of Fortune is in line with the sword! Kyeong Minh had solved 300,000 thoughts.

I scraped together all the thoughts hidden in the 'circuit'. Kyungmin who squeezed every thought in her body only deployed a team at the end of the sword. and accelerated his body at a rapid rate. Kyungmin chose an attack over a defense, even though she knew that the path of Fortune was falling over her head.

He drew his sword as it was.

"Get out of here!!!"

There was only one place for Kyungmin to go. Areas that cannot be blocked even by regionation. Body organs that are inevitably exposed. It was the snow. Kyungmin's sword, which reached Chalk on the shortest path, pierces his eyes and protrudes out into his back head. There were no obstacles on the tip of the blade that were affected by the Team.

The large degree that was aiming for Kyeong Min's head fell to the ground after losing the place to go. The result of the anguish of desperation. He couldn't hide his surprise that he couldn't analyze Kyungmin's death and would strike a repentant blow.

"... You didn't see this coming."

With a grave note, Thanksgiving falls. Kyungmin couldn't taste the victory like a miracle because she had scratched her imagination to its limit, and breathed a short breath. He leaps into the battlefield, his body fluttering straight up behind him. The fight is not over yet.

/054

Hurn, who sensed the death of Theorem and Fort, rolled up his sleeve. You acknowledged that the resistance of the Fellowship of Banseoul was stronger than you thought, and decided to take a step forward. The air around you began to change as the two-metre giant moved.

Within Hurn's sleeves, a scaly forearm is revealed. Evidence of the blood of a pioneer, and a wound that has forced him to live a life of concealment. Hugh raises his mind with open arms.

Then, even though it was one summer, the cool heat and cold started to surge by his side. Hurn looks at the battlefield at temperatures that are not pushed by the rigid cold.

Hugh, who inherited Hugh's blood, was able to "freeze" just by thinking. 'Unique technology' shared by the same clan or paper, unlike Stigman or Legion. His blood-engraved abilities promised absolute power.

"I'll kill you all."

8.2 million thoughts flowed through the Hurn's body. He was noticed by everyone on the battlefield in a flow of thought that was qualitatively different from typical Stigma users.

Everyone lost their will in the bitter cold and pain. Fear of someone so overwhelming as to control the climate. Hurn reaches out his index finger at the incompetent and ignorant who lately recognize his values. At his fingertips, the irresistible cold condenses. There was a force there that could crush the body to incurable levels with just a touch.

"... in the end, war is just a game. If I had the strength, I could finish at least one. You're all just tools to make me stand out."

With a proud declaration, Hurn shoots a condensed cold towards the front. The icy cold breathing moves forward. This will put an end to the occupation of Seoul that I was so sick of. But his expectations were shattered by an intruder.

It's because the woman who appeared to him through many people burned the condensed cold in one hand. She boasts a beauty that doesn't match the battlefield in which blood and flesh are scattered. She approaches Hurn in a seductive manner.

"It's not too late."

White hair and white dress. And Hurn, who saw a woman with a sensual physique pushing her dress to its limit, was unable to regain consciousness. It was because I was fascinated by the beauty I had never seen in my life. But he had no choice but to return to reality because the kick flew towards him.

"... I see."

Phew. Hurn is pushed back by the sensation of collision with a very hard lump of iron. Surprisingly, it was a girl who threw a threatening kick at him. A girl who is beautiful enough to forget the place called the battlefield for a while. She was like a bud about to burst into existence toward the world. After scattering her black hair, the girl stared at Hurn with a stiff look.

"Who are you people?"

If the sensible woman was white, the girl who invited her was black. Hugh couldn't hide his excitement from the appearance of two women with different charms. In the appearance of attractive women who occupied many places but did not see him, he also completely forgot that they had taken hostile action against him.

"You can't tell me that, can you? Just remember, he's your enemy."

Lin smiles faintly as she trespasses to stop Hurn. But her mouth was full of disgust.

"So am I."

Girl, swimming also followed Lynn's words. She hated the one who treated people as livestock for her own personal gain most in the world. I was okay with hating him.

"An enemy? That's too bad about relationships. You guys suck at doing nothing and killing people."

Rin and swimming frown at the devastating horror of Hurn because they could not be honest. At first, they noticed that Hurn was reckless and had the best judges in the mood.

Huhn, who confronted Lin and the swimmer, confidently shouts if he hadn't noticed their reactions.

"I'm in the mood! I'll welcome you all to be my wives. I don't know if I'm familiar with the way I look, but I can be a warmer husband than anyone else. Yes, of course."

The Hurn has made his choice. He had no intention of letting Lynn swim. The loot he had always longed for appeared before his eyes. It was also natural for Hurn to take over Seoul and dream of becoming the future king of Korea.

"I'm sorry, but I already have a host. Well, I wouldn't marry a man like you without an heir."

Lynn laughs at Hurn. She has seen many of the same pioneer II as Hurn on that continent. Pioneer blood, but not enough abilities to fit into a Pioneer's Basket, and to go out into the world of humans and play king. But they have pride, so they don't know how to water the world. I couldn't count.

But Hurn listens to Rin.

"I like it, so I won't disagree. If you resist, you'll only be forced to take her. By the way, I thought you said you were my enemy. Just follow me. I don't want to be rude to women."

Seeing Hurn's pupils ripping lengthwise and lengthwise, the swimming pool trembles. Hurn was a group of malicious encounters she had had had in three years. Trash that moves only by its own desires, even if it damages others. Swimming, for the first time, in Cheolwoo and his gang, was unacceptable to humans like Hurn.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Recommendation for National Power

Commendo National Power