Lord of the Skill
Skill Lord 228 Coins
Bone Dragon.
“Why are you smiling? ”
Heatless eyes peer off of the perforated castle in the sky and look at Oanes.
"Why do you think the Devil waited for the Nephilim? ’
He tilted his head as if he didn't understand the fact that the two factions had held hands.
But as if there was no need to answer his question, Oanes pushed him to the edge, unlike ever before.
[Rrrrgh!!]
The thunderous sound vibrates in the tunnel.
The core of the tunnel roars as if alive, causing debris to fall from the cracked hole and become larger and larger.
Whew...
A wind blows through the breach.
I can feel the blood rushing from the dust. The battle between the Demon Army and the Human Army continues on the ground through dozens of tunnels.
It's not good.
I knew that joining the battle of the Nephilim at this rate would be the result of returning to Hazar's battle where he died.
"If the factions get tangled up and fight, the target will be a human being. ’
Luckily, the shape of the perforated star in the sky is not perfect.
Since it has not been properly summoned, the Nephilim will not be able to come straight down to the ground.
‘Without the command of the four archangels who are summoning, the Nephilim will not move. They won't be a problem right now... ’
We're running out of time.
We must destroy the tunnel before it descends. Otherwise, the tunnels connected to the Demon Army's Node would change, and the Nephilim could be attacked by both factions at once.
‘I'm going to try that. ’
Heatless grabs the sword.
Then I pulled out another sword in my inventory.
Hmmm...
The sound of sharp blade blades.
The blade was as thin as a washsword, but longer than Longsword.
Like.
It had a dark, bluish blue glow that he pulled out of Japan.
Heatless turns the sword lightly around and grabs the handle in the reverse direction.
[So this is it.]
“That's right."
[That dwarf did something interesting.]
Kungen smiles at the sword drawn by the fever.
[Quarantine Blade (⁄ 25802; ⁄ 63840)] Grade: Class S (Refining) Classification: Spirit Blade Durability: 50 Effect: Slicing +20% Attack +25% Additional Brain Damage +25% Ureh All effects are summoned twice as long.
It was a sword that melted the brainstorms and brainstorms out of the inventory. You cannot use two sets of sword items simultaneously as the fever required to use the sword killer.
So the way I figured it out was to combine the two swords together. A sword made by the Elizels for brainstorms and brainstorms.
It was a man-made sword, not a God-made seal, such as a burning punishment or ice claw, so it was possible to refine it again.
But even Murga's Refining skills made it difficult to handle a Spirit Sword.
After completing the Enders, TroBjorn worked hard for a week and a night to complete the saber at the point of his fever ascending to the throne.
‘Durability is half that, but if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have this level of effectiveness. ’
Farsi... Paz...!
On the day of the quarantine sword, Kungen's power seeps in.
The blade trembles.
Until now, Spirit Armor has accepted Kungen himself as a complete sword by the hand of Trovijon, if it was simply used by the Spirit.
The power itself, not at the level of a seal.
“Khhh!!! ”
Oanes feels instinctively dangerous. He swings his trident as hard as he can.
His sword springs with a Borat sword that can only be used by the Devil himself.
Screaming.
Heatless lower and lower the quarantine sword from top to bottom. The trident is cut out according to the trajectory of the sword that bends into oblique lines.
* gasp *!
The momentum doesn't stop there, but she blows off Oanes' wrist with the sword.
At the same time, the fever jumped up and gave him strength, stepping on his face in the air.
Kuang...!!
The Devil's feet float upward, his head flat on the ground.
“Huff!! ”
With a dull groan, Oanes' head falls into a depression without a helmet.
The shock didn't stop there, it wrapped around his whole body, and his thick armor didn't overcome his power as dry as the ground, cracked like a spider web and shattered into pieces.
Goals are Core.
You must destroy the tunnel first before you can cut off the demon's supply to the ground.
Jiaying
Whether he's trying to stop the heat from racing to his core, the giant eyes swirl and the magicians who were protecting his surroundings begin to emit light.
Dozens of lasers are then thrown around as if they were alive.
You tighten your ankle and turn the direction you were hurtling like a seamless bounce.
Pod!! Oops!!
Once more I kicked him in the air, and with the sound of the air bursting, his aura changed again in the skies without a foothold.
Top to bottom, left to right.
An incoherent vision unfolded dizzily before my eyes.
Pathfinder's Unique Skill Refraction.
A feeble body leaps forward and, 0.0001 seconds before his disappearance, dozens of magic blow up the floor.
The tunnel is full of dirt.
If you slow down even for a moment, your body will be penetrated by the magic of your core.
A piece of paper pierces the defensive magic of the beast, and the fever reaches its giant pupil.
Khh... khh... khh...
The Sword Killer trembles with joy.
As heat intensifies, the sword gradually turns black, and the horizontal white stripes emit a sudden burst of light and disappear.
“Stop!!! ”
The Devil's roar stops feverish.
“ ……. ”
You turn your head and look at Oanes and get the impression.
“Worse than the others. Aren't you ashamed of the eighth general? ”
“Shut up. Move any more and I'll kill this dwarf.“ ”
Oanes squeezes Morgos' neck.
He brazenly confronts the tunnel's demons and calls them into the core, saying he can fend off the heat on his own.
As Morgause looks slowly into the hall, he bows his head toward the fever.
“I'm sorry. Don't mind me...! ”
My voice trembles, but I don't forget my curiosity as a dwarf.
Heatless laughs bitterly at his words.
“A blacksmith is better than a blacksmith. ”
Wheaties
Heatless arms are raised.
“Come out and help. ”
At that moment.
Two disparate forces in the heatless arm protruded from each other, twisting together in a double helix like a DNA structure.
Black and white.
The ends of the two different forces were connected as if they were shaped like uroboros.
However, as each other struggles to feed on each other's strength, the two colours connected together grew larger and smaller, moving relentlessly.
[Dare……. You told me...!]
It was then.
A sharp, scratching voice echoes through the tunnel.
Until now, I felt a feeling of overwhelming pressure that I couldn't even compare with, but I squeezed with my bare hands that seemed to be bothersome.
(Khh... khh...)]
Then, out of the two forces, the black light consumes the white light fiercely.
“Don't waste your soul for nothing. ”
[Yes, Ino……]
The harsh voice disappeared a little while ago and did not speak properly as if it were painful.
“Bone Dragon…?!! ”
Morgos said, dumbfounded, forgetting that he was a hostage.
It was the same with Oanes.
It was because the giant dragon that looked down at him was growling like it was eating him right away, spitting out disgusting poison smoke.
“Fight well. Before you annihilate it. ”
However, the feverish figure looked at the grim dragon in front of him and said in a bold voice.
“Do you understand? Nar di Maug. ”
[…….]
The dragon, once called a platinum dragon, no longer emitted a bright light of creativity.
Instead.
His body holds the soul in its place.
“You know the situation. All you have to do is take care of those annoying little minks over there. ”
The fever was cold.
There was no fear of a dragon that had lived a tough life at a time when the main relationships were clear.
Nar di Maug said nothing of the word extinction.
Funnily enough, even the Platinum Dragon, who was called a near-God, was afraid of death.
“Thank you for staying in this world. ”
[You….]
Heatless looks up at the sword killer and says,
When he made the sword from the heart of the platinum dragon with his creativity, he made a suggestion to Nar di Maug.
‘Nar di Maug. Follow me. In return, I will free you from eternal extinction. And……. ’
[You must keep your word.]
Nar di Maug grumbled, recalling the last words he said when he signed with himself at the threshold of death.
“Do what you have to do if you want to see it. I know it's been a long time since I've been on a continent, but cut the crap and get the devil out of my sight. ”
[Hmmm...! White bastard...!]
In the words of fever, the platinum dragon revealed its corroded fangs.
[Rrrrgh!!!]
The most powerful creature on the continent.
Perhaps his peer reaches the dragon at the Elves' Node through the earth.
[I hate you, but I can't have another dimension of people running around the continent like that.]
“There's a lot of people up there to take care of. ”
[Hmmm... Don't let your soul run out on you.]
“What a fucking joke. ”
The feeble man wields his sword and smiles lightly at Nar di Maug's words.
Just as Morgause couldn't understand how humans could handle a platinum dragon, Morgause simply looked at the heat with a curious face.
The method was simple.
An artifact from a Necromancer that activates when all three items are collected. He used the second of his ability to contract with a special undead, only three times.
But no matter how powerful the Necromancer is, it is ultimately a human artifact.
It was not easy for the great dragon to control Nar di Maug.
But platinum dragons are spirits, not flesh.
In short, it can be seen as a collection of souls.
Heat was searing through the soul control of Soul Eater, a hidden class acquired by the gray principal.
As a result, we were able to tame Nar di Maug, a being that transcended human power.
“ ……?! ”
The name of the eight great Bone Dragon's teeth is so blameless that it pierces Oanes without cause.
With a scream, the fever gives you a slow nod as if you don't even care about the sound of the broken bones.
“Ahh… ahh…!!! ”
I looked up at the sky through a hole in the air and muttered in a blazing voice.
“I see……. Got it.”
He looks at the Devil, trembling halfway across the dragon's mouth with his body swallowed.
“You made a hole so I could hear an important story. Working with the Nephilim on a demon subject... I can't even smile because it's ridiculous. ”
But Oanes was unable to answer his question.
No, I don't.
I had no choice.
It would have been great just to be unconscious with extreme pain.
Looking at the core on the ground, he postures himself.
Heatlessness empowers the dual sword in both hands.
“Let's get this over with.”