Lord of the Skill

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“Do you know me? ”

Azazel looks at the heat with black eyes.

You hear a strange sound in the workshop whenever you turn your head.

The feverless man alternates with Lianze, who is at his fingertips.

“Eight Demon Generals. Azazel, ear shadow that deals with nightmares and souls. You don't know the infamous you. ”

At that moment, Azazel's face twitched and moved.

“The 8th General...? Who ranks us? Our demons are all equal. ”

His reaction sounded as if he had never heard the words of infertility before.

‘Hmmm... Don't you know the 8th General? Is it because the throne hasn't been established yet? The absence of a general position means that the underlying system has not been built.... ’

The feeble eyes flashed.

“Why did you, the devil, come here? For what reason.”

“What do you know my name is? Some of the Humans know us. Are... are you a member of the Chang Clan or the Jingidae? No, they don't have a unique energy... Hmm, the Burek family? ”

“You seem to know a lot of people in the human world for being surprised to know their names. ”

Azazel lightly raises his mouth tail on the horse without heat.

As I opened my mouth, my mouth was almost split open and I saw sharp fangs in it.

“Well, that was 500 years ago. Those who know me... must have just heard it from their mouths. ”

Knng.

“Ahh... Ahhh. ”

Azazel gives strength to the hand that holds Rianse's head. Then her little body trembles.

“Yes, you haven't answered my question. Who are you to come here? ”

Ugh.

Heatless aims at Azazel with a sword.

At that moment, I looked at him as if his black eyes were interesting.

“Get your hands off me. ”

“…… what? ”

“Now.”

Azazel slowly raises his hand.

With both temples held, Liang's body is lifted in front of the heatless.

“This?”

He laughs as if he's dealing with a toy.

At that moment.

Kuaaaaang...!

“ ……!? ”

You draw your sword as hard as you can with a burst of heat like a bullet. Azazel instinctively raises his arm in a hurry.

Maybe it's because of the rank-up.

Azazel staggers back a few steps, losing his grip on Rianse.

With a sharp sound, the arm covered in thick leather flinches back and flips.

“Suck!”

I was shocked, but I couldn't pierce his armor.

All you need is a sharp cutting force.

The feverish sword does not stop.

Blue energy seeps into his two sacks, creating a blue spark in both the concussion and the concussion.

Mana Blade combines its magical power with its blade and scatters light in the darkness.

Screaming.

The moment Azazel's hard shell came into contact with the heatless sword, he heard a eerie, papercutting sound instead of a shock sound.

Pod……!

Hiding inside the shell, Azazel's red muscles split open into a sharp period (Qi) and spurted blood.

“This guy…!! ”

In an unexpected strike, Azazel shouts out in an angry voice toward nothing.

Boooooo!!!

A sharp projection protruding from Azazel's elbow grazes the head of the heatless.

‘Faster. ’

The fever rises to the ground and lifts the sword once more from below up.

‘Just not by force. ’

Magical power is the most effective attack, but there is still a limit to its beginner level.

Fast Binding.

‘A little more……! ’

At that moment, there was something blurry on the feeble ankle with a faint aura.

His eyes flashed.

Sooooo... sooooo...!!!

The muscle twists, making a strange sound like it hits the limit.

The feeble bridge seemed to disappear.

No, the place was twisted.

Phew!!!

At the same time, the feeble body springs forward.

Increased acquisition rate of refraction by 1%.]

The background in the seamless field of view passed quickly, as if it were being sucked backwards.

Light speed (bleach) that is hard to cope with.

Boo...!

Azazel's attack splits the air.

On the contrary, even Azazel was not able to react to the sword unfolding on the feeble blade, which was speeding while evading the attack.

Triple Fire Flake Gum.

At the same time as the magic, a red flame overlapped the blade, and a serpentine spark slashed down on Azazel's neck.

‘There you go.'

I could feel it in my hands.

“Khhh!!! ”

Screams erupt from Azazel's mouth, unlike before.

“Son of a bitch…!! ”

The fever quickly turns its head.

Azazel gripped the red solid line, which was painted on his face from his left forehead to his right, and roared toward the heat.

Wood Duck.

Six tentacles popped out of Azazel's shell.

Like the feet of a giant crustacean.

‘Did I miss it? ’

A missed attack on the face, not the neck.

Azazel avoided the sharp heat with his sword unfolded in a deflection.

[Watch out!!!]

You hear Kungen's cry.

“... Ugh?! ”

Suddenly, the feverish legs that were trying to get up were shaken. Sharp tentacles protrude from Azazel's back as he lost his center and tilted.

“Damn…!! ”

The tentacles, like flashing swords, rush under the chin of the infinite.

“I went too far alone, you. ”

At that moment, the heatless waist is pulled back. He was rescued from the tentacles by the wheels that appeared behind his back.

Quadrudruple...!!

As soon as the two of them avoided, the tentacles hit the floor where there was no heat.

“What about Liang?”

“I got it, but……. ”

Immediately after the distance from Azazel, the heat was seamless and he looked at Liang Ze in Kang Chan-suk's arms.

She was not unconscious or unconscious, but she was still limping without any reaction to her eyes losing focus.

“That's it. ”

I finally got it back.

The feverish head nods at the thought of taking too long to see this little boy again.

“How dare you... It's a lower class creature...! ”

Azazel once sees his wound, grinding his teeth and shouting in an angry voice.

Despite the fiend's strong recovery power, the wound caused by the Blade of Heat did not heal.

‘Magic power……? ’

When I thought about it, it was even more ridiculous.

"Magic is the guy with the sword..." ’

Azazel completely enters the workshop from the wormhole and does not look away from the heat.

“Phew……. Yeah, man. You're a little unusual. I don't have enough magic on the subject of inspection... even the smell of spirits. ”

He exhales as if trying to calm his anger.

Those who didn't know that Azazel had the essence of Kungen in their swords looked slightly surprised, gazing at the heat.

“And the eighth general, what a strange thing to say. What are you doing? ”

Azazel thought he was interested in humans for the first time 1,500 years after he was born.

In his standards, man is weak but weak.

It was no small amusement.

“Strong fever.”

“Huff... You know that's not what I meant. I mean, what the hell is he doing? Are you... chosen too? ”

Azazel asked, but his fever was low.

“He is the leader of the five generations, including the Chang Family, and the owner of Trammel, who made the Black Vines. ”

Azazel's mouth rises in response.

“Hah...? Chang? No way... That window business I was telling you about? ”

“What's so funny? ”

“Khh... Khh... Khh. I can't believe it. ”

Azazel rolls his black eyes once, smiling loudly at the words of fever.

“I thought he was chosen, but it was a sacrifice for me. The Chang family, they were slaves to Azazel's breeding. ”

“…… what? ”

“Five hundred years ago, nine demons, including me, each had a domestic slave. Well...... Soon I got interested and threw it away. Humans like Cockroaches are still alive without dying. ”

“What? Bullshit!! ”

“How dare...!! ”

Jin-a-wheel and Bae Sin, who were listening to Azazel, shouted at him with a rush, even at once.

‘That mural... …. And besides that, maybe they were ruled by the devil himself. ’

Heatless reminded Azazel of the mural he had seen at the Chang Family's place.

“If you lost interest, why did you make vines from the lowest level of the demon world to here? ”

“Hehe……. The more I look at him, the weirder he gets. Do you even know the structure of the world? ”

“Answer the question. ”

Azazel tilts his head at the words of fever.

“You really don't know...?" ”

“What?”

“I'm sure you've all had a representative of the gods. ”

Azazel's words were feeble, and this time he tilted his head in reverse.

“Representative of God? ”

“Yes.”

That's the first I've heard of it.

I have never heard of the existence of a representative of God in my previous life.

“What is that…? ”

Azazel, who had a hunch that fever had no knowledge of its existence, stepped forward.

“Aha, is that so? You mean you didn't even give a lower life a chance? You guys are just food anyway. ”

He said as if he was a noble being.

The chosen one.

This time Azazel was saying something that was unfathomable.

“Yes, you who were breeding slaves are here in front of me... God chose me. ”

He nods and speaks to himself with a satisfied look on his face.

“ ……. ”

“The representative said to me, covet the Human Land. ”

Azazel places his hand on his chest.

“…… what? ”

“What the……. ”

Everyone was astonished at his words. And the scream seemed to amuse Azazel.

“Soon my armies will sweep the continent. ”

Jin-a-wheel shook his head in surprise.

“This land is mine. ”

“No way…. ”

The monsters I saw on Phosphine.

Now we know it's his army and the forefront of this case.

“Phew.”

“ ……? ”

A little cynical.

It may have been a touching sound, but Azazel's voice was clear in Azazel's ears.

“Do you know Ashke? ”

“You named it……. ”

“Yes, of course you do. The white walker's ash. Don't worry. This land will never be yours. You didn't get on the throne in the first place. ”

Cripple.

Azazel's shoulders shrug lightly.

The word "throne."

The weight of it was the same for the devil.

“There is no land for demons in the Seven Thrones. ”

Heatless draws his sword across once.

Chaang!!

The blade slashes into the air, making a sharp sound as if it had cut through solid metal.

Glug glug...!

“Ow?! ”

“What, what?! ”

At that moment, there was a light in the dark workshop with that sound.

No, it was a spark, to be exact.

Those standing behind the heatless man are surprised to see a sudden blaze of flames erupting from his weapon.

[Heat Fire 36983; applies to personnel.]

[The influence of authority increases the effect.]

[All units have fire properties based on the caster's MP.]

He stares at his burning axe and stares at the blazing heat without connecting the horses.

And so were the rest of them.

The darkness in the workshop disappears in an instant and Azazel's appearance becomes clear.

“The Race War……. ”

Heatless said in a cold voice.

“Yeah, it wouldn't matter if I started a little first. ”

Exodia hasn't even begun, but other dimensional factions are after the Seven Thrones.

I don't know what or how it changed.

It doesn't matter what or how it changed.

The important thing.

There are human beings on this continent, and there are enemies who will cross it.

I already know enough about what they did to themselves.

“This is human soil. ”

He slowly walks forward, his back turned to the flames.

“So let me get this straight, Azazel. We're not here. You are the one who has set foot in my land. ”

Heatless aims a sword at his neck.

It doesn't seem like there are two failures.

“Get out of here now. ”