Lord of the Skill

Messages

“Here!! Over here!!"

“All relief supplies from Trammel go outside! ”

“Maintenance materials come first! ”

It didn't take much longer than I thought before the water filled the wig ran out.

The troops gathered on the battlefield were well over 800,000.

The damage was marginal even though there was a considerable amount of power gathered to be referred to as the Holy War.

“I have to say, human adaptation is great. And now they call us the Lions of God. ”

In the face of confrontation between the reinforcements of the Church and the feeble army arriving from all over, if the two forces fought forward, Wig's front yard would probably be bloody enough not to be washed away by the rain.

“ ……. ”

Heatless didn't say anything to Hyuk-soo Choi. I just stared at the people beneath the wall.

“Let Raell Stalen and Salman's head come down now. ”

A corpse of two spheres that does not match the name of the saint.

The corpse that had been hung from the pillar for over a week had withered and it was hard for the crows to recognize its shape anymore.

The only thing that taught me who those two bodies were was the clothes I wore in my life.

“Make it bleach. Burning it would be the best way. ”

It was an example.

However, it does not show that this is what happens when you rebel against your authority.

‘Nonsense. All your powers are fake? ’

‘I can't believe you've offered a sacrifice you've lived for. How many people have died? ’

‘Hypocrite……!! ’

I closed my eyes and could hear the voices of the people.

At first, Raell Stalen appeared in chains in front of the reinforcements of the Church gathered to protect the saints, and they marched forward as if they were going to kill the fever.

But an unexpected presence stood beside her.

‘In order to destroy the church with minimal blood, it was best to work with the Church. Of course, someone other than Raell Stalen. ’

Former parishioner, Lemiel Jur.

Rescued from fever, he exposed Raell Stalen's evil deeds in front of the crowd.

At first, he who did not want to believe was forced to believe in the evidence of His Mark and the testimony of His sacrifice coming out of prison.

The public commented in a heartbeat.

‘Making alliances is easy. You give them a common enemy, and then you're on your own. ’

The reason why fever had kept Philip Roen's troops at bay was to infiltrate the stars, but also to wait for the Order's reinforcements.

‘Just winning makes another sacrifice. The biggest reason Lee Kang-ho failed was because of the war with the Church. ’

However, feverish wanted to remove the rivals who were after the Church's throne by holding Lemiel Zur in their hands.

‘People believe that Trammel's troops moved to save the saints because he moved harder than they thought. ’

When he thought about it, he smiled bitterly.

It was because I remembered Choi Hyuk-soo's words a moment ago. People might just want to believe it.

He didn't join the bishop to ascend the throne.

‘I needed smoke... ’

The fever slowly turns its head.

Soldiers are pulling two bodies off the pole.

‘The aftertaste. ’

The words of one of the greatest rulers on the continent were too trivial.

“I'm going back. I still have a lot to do. ”

“Yes.”

The feeble man lays his hand on the sword locked at his waist and climbs down the wall.

* * *

Knock it off.

Everyone sleeps at night.

While the sun was rising, the noisy roads were not even lit at this time.

After the repairs that continued until dawn, the people in the saints were tired.

No one noticed the existence of walking in the dark.

‘There's still a question. ’

If you go through the door behind the alley, you'll find your way to the mountain behind the city.

A small temple there.

Even people living in the saints do not know where grass and trees grow because they do not reach people's feet.

“ ……. ”

The man who looks away from there.

It was nothing but feeble.

His eyes were shaken. It was a moment when thoughts intersected.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck, Jubbuck.

He walks slowly into the temple.

The temple wasn't that big. Soon after, an old, mossy seat appeared in front of him.

It was very dirty.

The fever slowly strokes the top of the stone chair and mutters in a low voice.

“Throne……. ”

Who knows?

The crumbling chair is the proof that God has told us that he stands at the top of man.

‘Even Raell Stalen is down. There are still some strong left, but not enough to undermine my authority. ’

In fact, he had no idea that the owner of this place was now himself.

You've fed your sword with thousands of people's blood to gain this insignificant position.

“You don't look like a winner. ”

“ ……!! ”

A voice from here that no one knows about.

The fever flinches for a moment, but it does not show much.

“I knew...... you were here. ”

I turned my head slowly.

“Amazing. You look like you've been waiting for me. ”

“It's not like it's true, it's true. I kept wondering. I heard that the Cult and Elvenheim held hands, but I didn't see any reinforcements. ”

Heatless eyes glow in the dark.

A woman standing in front of her eyes with a flashing light.

Purell Galad Tinubiel.

I think I made a promise.

They met here.

“It's good to see you. ”

“I see. I wanted to see you. ”

“Me too. ”

Even that smile felt mysterious.

I feel completely different from TroBjorn, even if he is the head of the same race. I felt like an untouchable majesty.

Pa 'ang!!!

But in that moment.

Heatless draws his sword and cuts through the air.

The old temple shakes with the sound of the air exploding. Purell's hair rises in the wind and sinks.

“Don't be ridiculous. ”

“ ……. ”

“We know that the Tinuviel family's home appliances are deceptive. ”

She smiles lightly at the words of fever.

“Ha…? Amazing. You even know our family? Oh my……. when people who are recruited in the human world don't know any other dimensions. ”

She looks at the heat with interesting eyes.

Even with the sword in front of her nose, she looks confident.

“Is that filthy dwarf talking nonsense.... Or do you know this world from the beginning? It's just weird. ”

Purell slowly steps forward.

“Shut up.”

The feverless man aims his blade at her neck in spite of her provocation.

“Are you curious about me? Then I'll tell you more about what I know. Even Elvenheim's alliance with the Cult was to wipe out humanity, not the Alliance. ”

Cripple.

Purell, who had a relaxed expression at that moment, twitched his eyebrows for the first time.

“Are there any fools who don't know that the Elves are on God's side with the Nephilim? No one believes in God, but God is never on the human side. ”

A feverish sword touches her neck.

“But that's why I have questions. ”

“ ……. ”

“Why didn't you help Raell Stalen? He must have been your biggest accomplice in the Seven Thrones. ”

Kuaaang!!!

It was then.

There was one who stood in front of the heatless. His sword bounces upward in a sudden attack.

“You…?! ”

A black-skinned elf that seems to have kept darkness even in its light, as opposed to a purell that emits a brilliant luminous glow.

It was a familiar face.

No, I don't.

It should be an unforgettable face.

Guardian of the Elves, Wignar.

I didn't think I'd see him here again when I met the gray principal.

But in a certain way, it was natural.

There's no way the head of Elvenham would have come alone without an escort.

‘I didn't feel the wits... …. ’

I feel different from then.

There were no more batches at the time, but his aura was more concise and tidy.

It was obvious, but without heat, he boldly said, grabbing the sword falling from the air.

“It doesn't matter if you want to stop me. You're all supposed to be killed anyway. ”

Wignarr shakes his head with an unchanging face.

“Only arrogance pierces the sky. ”

“You'll see for yourself whether you're arrogant or confident. ”

“Indeed……. ”

At that moment.

His appearance disappears with the darkness.

Along with the cold weather, a sharp life around it pierces the heat like an awl.

The Shadow Walk in Wignarr was elevated to an even greater extent than when he was a grey principal.

Kuaaang!!!

A sharp bang erupted.

Heatless instinctively stops his sword aiming for his neck.

The flame of the Flaming Sword shines on the sword, and the dark elf's red eyes are clearly hidden in the darkness.

Kuang!!! Boom!! Boom!!

The two swords burst into flames. Only the wind pressure of the two men who could not follow the naked eye could hardly tell the trajectory.

Kag! Kag!

The blades grind their teeth and cry.

The floor of the temple beneath their feet cracks open like a spider web without overcoming their power.

At that moment, the pillar that did not overcome the shock of the gunfight was shaken in jeopardy.

“Stop it, Wignarr. At this rate, the temple will collapse. If something goes wrong with the throne, we'll never be safe. ”

At the queen's command, he takes a few moments and pushes away the feeble sword.

“ ……. ”

The fever, while looking at the hand holding the sword for a moment, looks at Wignarr with an unknown expression.

Obviously.

It was a great workshop.

There was a strange stream of air flowing between the two men who had mixed swords.

Do you really think they're that good?

“I don't want to cause any more trouble. I just came to say hello. ”

She leaves you with an unknown message.

“I didn't abandon Raell Stalen. I just chose a guy called Mandatory Fever. ”

“Me? You're out of your mind. ”

I was impressed by what Purell said.

“ ……. ”

The fever only watches the two disappearing and does not pursue.

Instead.

He just gives an unknown, subtle look.

“What the... … him. ”

The first set ( ) I just met.

The fever slowly opens one hand.

A little note in the palm of your hand. It was given to him by Wignarr between those short workshops.

‘Why did you tell me... …. ’

The sudden and unexpected act of fever did not pursue him.

It must have fooled the eyes of Purell, pretending to be attacking him, and passed it on secretly.

At that moment.

His eyes widen.

It was because there was a line of notes that I had never thought of before.

A convoluted sentence.

[If you want to know the true end of the Seeker of the Blade, come here.]