Lord of the Skill

Elven Combat (5)

“Whew…. I'll live.”

“It's a strange body to see you lying around like that and not dead. ”

“Thank you for saving me, but that's too bad. It was a great opportunity to tame the Black Non-Dragons. ”

Lee Dae-Beom stared at the black Nepiron standing next to In-ho Kim.

Kim In-ho, who was covering his face with a robe, laughed as if he was crazy.

“Have you forgotten that you might have died a moment ago? That's what you sound like. ”

“Hahaha. Not anymore, right? ”

“Is it peaceful? ”

Kim In-ho shakes his head and says.

“By the way, how did you know I was here? Apparently, he doesn't have a strong fever. ”

“Not everyone is beneath him. ”

“Well, I'd say the owner of the throne is already a tyrant. ”

“Aren't you the same? Your brother Lee Sin-woo went under him, but you're not his person. ”

He looks around with his hands as if to look at the situation.

“Hehehe……. I'm so crooked. All right, let's hear it. You'll have to pay for your life. What can I do for you? They won't be after the throne now. Is this about the War of the Races? ”

“If it's relevant, it's okay, and if it's not, it might not be. ”

In his answer, Lee Dae-woong frowned.

“What's so complicated? Just say the word, and let's get on with it. Soon after the Race War is over, everyone will be back to reality. ”

Lee Dae-woom said, yawning loudly as if he was bored.

Every time he moves his palms, his big muscles twitch, blocking his mouth.

“That's why we have to hurry. Being involved in the Racial War is what we have to do before the war is over. ”

“Hmm…? ”

Return to the reality everyone wants.

But Kim In-ho instead said the opposite, so Lee Dae-Beom looked at him.

“If you go back to reality, you might not find it. ”

Lee Dae-Beol smiled at what he said.

He was a beastly man, but the animal senses caught the smell of Kim In-ho's words.

“Not because you can't find it, but because it's hard to kill it? What a shitty place, but this is the only good one. ”

“ ……. ”

Kim In-ho gave no answer.

However, Lee Dae-woom stood up and said, as if that was enough of an answer.

“Well, everybody's got a grudge. But it's no use getting involved in someone else's personal life. ”

“Not a bad offer for you, either. The man I'm looking for is the one who did this to you. ”

At that moment.

His dark eyebrows twitched.

“What……? That guy?"

“Yes."

“Does that mean you know who the fuck that is? The one who hit me in the back and stole the Nepiron? ”

“Of course.”

“Well, that makes a difference. I don't know what you have against me, but it doesn't matter. It's kind of my job. ”

Lee Dae-Beom reached out to Kim In-ho.

“Just tell me who it is. I'm gonna fuck him up for you. ”

Looking at his clumsy, clumsy hands, Kim In-ho nodded.

Ghost Bind.

The man who destroyed the Enders who couldn't even defeat the disciples of Lee Gangho in his former life.

However, since then he has been stuck in the Great Library and has only been bewitched by magic.

It was after Heatless had already left when he sought the Great Library to recruit him from his memory.

He was indifferent to human warfare even during the reign war, even now during the Race War.

He tried to find all the Immortal Wizards, but couldn't find them, and now he reveals himself.

“Before the fever wins the race war.... ”

Kim In-ho looked at Lee Dae-Beom and said.

“Find Jeongjin Lee. ”

* * *

Wooooo!!!

As the Soul Sack kicks in, the temple begins to fill with white light.

The elves outside the Node look at the light and say with anxious eyes.

“That can't be.... ”

“Did you really open the Soul Sack? ”

“What happens to Elvenheim then? ”

“Damn……. ”

Some say with a sad voice, some say with a furious voice, but they shake their heads without facing the soldiers surrounding them properly.

No matter what you say, you can't change the way things are now.

Defeated.

There was no way to reverse these two letters.

There was nothing I could do.

They weren't even allowed to see what was happening in the Soul Sack inside the Node.

Kwaggaga River...!!!

Kuang...!

At the end of Sam's whirlpool, the open dimensional door begins to wobble with a commotion.

“Is that it?”

He said without heat, looking at the clear view of Elvenheim behind the door.

“What are you going to do? The Dimensional Gate is open, but this is just a door from Elvenheim to the Seven Thorns. It's impossible to get in here. ”

“No. You have to be precise. The other factions are impossible, but you're free to enter the dimension. ”

“Isn't it the same thing that makes it impossible for humans to cross the Soul Sack after all? ”

Wignarr asked.

However, he asked again with a expressionless expression.

“Why did you cooperate with me when you thought it was impossible for me to cross the Soul Sack? Don't you think you already have a solution in mind? ”

“ ……. ”

His words were sharp, and he could not deny it. Thought it was impossible, but he ended up opening the soul gland.

There was only one reason.

Gangnam fever.

As Wignarr hunted Nar di Maug, which seemed impossible in the Promised Land, he had no choice but to acknowledge that he had surpassed common sense.

As he expected, the temperament of the soul gland, which was thought to be the final burial ground, did not change a single expression.

“The Elves call themselves the children of God. If God entrusts the sky to the Nephilim, he entrusts the earth to himself. ”

“ ……. ”

In the words of fever, Wignarr did not deny.

“That's why for generations, the elves have made an exception for the Nephilim like their brothers. ”

He pulls something out of his chest.

Jerbuck Jerbuck Jerbuck

Then I walked to the dimensional door without hesitation and put my hand inside.

“ ……!! ”

At that moment.

The wardens couldn't help but be appalled.

It was because the feeble arm entered the dimensional door so easily without any repulsion.

“You know what this is. ”

As you draw your arms out, fever waves your hands at Wignarr.

An elongated feather on his fingertips.

“No way…. ”

“Of course, the exception does not apply to all Nephilim. Only four of the Nephilim. To the four archangels, the king allowed us to freely go back and forth to Elvenheim in the meaning of the brothers who shared the blood of the same god. ”

In the hands of the feeble.

It was a white feather.

A large feather that seems to be twice as common as a normal bird.

That size was something only one Nephilim could have.

“…… the feather of Judex. ”

Wignarr said in a trembling voice.

“Yes. If you hide your body under the wings of the four archangels, it is not difficult to pass through the soul glands. And you, as well as the Queen of Elvenheim, will know that the perforations were brought down by humans. ”

Heatless turns his head toward the dimensional door.

“You know what it means to have all four feathers, Purell Galad Tinubiel. ”

His eyes sparkled.

The door of the sheep's soul glands, which is a representation of the queen's heart beyond the dimension, began to tremble severely.

“You're still watching. Then go through the Soul Sack and show yourself right now. If you don't, I'll put a polsethian in your dimension. ”

Woooooo...!!!

At that moment.

A powerful magical force rose from Yoon Seon-mi, who seemed to have waited.

A layer of magic wraps around her body. It was a completely different dimension than the magic that had been seen so far.

The people around her sigh as if they can hardly breathe because of Manat's trembling power.

“Right now. ”

Without heat, he said under such pressure.

“Come out.”

Kwag! Kwag!

He raises his hand.

At that moment.

Yoon Seon-mi's policethia slowly began to complete.

Heatless scatters the feathers of the three angels around her, with the exception of Judex's feathers in her inventory.

The moment I picked up one of them.

The dimensional door created in the soul gland quakes.

“W-wait!! ”

It was then.

An urgent voice coming from beyond the Soul Sack.

As the ripples of the waves crept, the color of the dimensional door that was created vigorously wrapped around it.

Heatless knew who the protagonist of the voice from over there was.

And we don't need to negotiate with him.

* gasp *

The fever wields the sword killer with all its might.

The portal created in the soul gland wiggles away as if it couldn't withstand his attack.

“It's been a long time since the reunion. ”

“Huh…? ”

A human being protruding out of a dimensional door in a hurry.

The one who appeared without even an escort was Purell Galad Tinubiel.

Screaming.

A eerie sound fills the hall.

He closes his eyes at that moment, and Kuel shakes his head.

A doubtful face like you don't understand.

Even before the whole body passed through, the dimensional door was drawn along the thin curtain, as if it were a guillotine.

Tuck.

A drop of blood fell from the dimensional gate along the uncovered blade.

“Trovyon.”

At that moment.

The fever-free expression lifts the throat of Purell Galad Tinubiel, who fell to the ground.

“I want to end the race war. ”

He doesn't look back, but he can see Trovyon's face.

“ ……. ”

From the beginning, I summoned him to the place where I summoned him to say this.

“I didn't invade Ironvard, but I think the dwarf's vengeance against the Demons has paid off." What do you think? ”

“That's right. I've slain the heads of eight Demon Warlords and their leader, the White Owl. ”

“Yes."

After hearing his answer, the feeble man slowly turns and looks at him.

Red blood drips from the neck of the Purell in the feeble hands and soaks the floor.

“If you want to fight, I won't stop you. We already know that the dwarf caves of Ironbar are completed throughout the Seven Thrones. ”

TroBjorn swallows his thirsty breath.

“You expected it, too, so you must have been prepared. So you can fight me just in case. ”

“ ……. ”

“We know that our alliance cannot last forever. ”

The feverish look looks at the large, shaking dwarf's eyes and says,

“It doesn't matter if you use Enders or the Golem troops you have deployed to support the Humans. War is everything you have. ”

Then he lifts the queen's head and shows it to TroBjorn.

Like.

As he declared his future when the war began.

“But remember, There is a defeat like the Demon Army and there can be a defeat like the Elves. I'll wait a week for you. I will give you a chance to choose from the destruction and survival of your kind. This is what I can do as an ally. ”

Quiet as a rat's ass around here.

It was because no one was able to speak because of the overwhelming appearance of fever.

Static.

There were dozens of people in the temple, but no one could cheer for the victory of the war against the Elven Army.

So the quietest and heaviest triumph in the history of the Racial War ended.