Lord of the Skill

Weight of Blood

Tsk... tsk... tsk...

Hearing the sound of a campfire burning in the furnace, the fever closes its eyes as if waiting for someone.

Sitting in a barracks, leaning against a chair.

There, he realized the war was not over just by the fact that he was still inside, rather than rejoicing in the victory of the war.

“Phew……. ”

I miss Trammel's office.

He started his life in Seven Thrones, traveled many places, and gained control of the entire continent, but he thought that Orloth was the only place he could be.

“ ……. ”

Then he slowly opened his eyes. As if waiting for someone beyond the door, he stares at the closed door.

“What are you doing? ”

You hear voices in the room where no one was.

The black mist-like smoke seeps in and the campfire lights that had been burning for a moment disappear completely.

The desk, the chair he was sitting in.

Darkness.

However, the fever is now speaking in a low voice as if this sight were familiar.

“Come out.”

Even though everything was gone, the sword killer was still in his hands.

Hmmm...

The blade growls.

In the darkness, a darker darkness engraved into the eyes of the infinite.

The man in front of you.

He was no different than Diago.

Looking at the fever, he was filled with complaints.

“The race war will be over soon. ”

“Yes, I have one left. And that will soon be settled. ”

“ ……. ”

Only Dwarves were left.

But feverless declares war on TroBjorn as soon as he beheads Purell.

Even a Dwarf who values the honor of a warrior as much as a skilled blacksmith does not fight reckless battles against an enemy he cannot defeat.

‘TroBjorn is a clever man. He would choose to save his own kind with his own neck, just like Wignarr did. ’

It's a cruel choice for him.

In fact, there were no more battles left.

Despite the victory I had so much in mind, Diago's expression remained stiff, not to mention feeble.

“You have no idea what it means to end a race war. Huh? I mean, it's not enough. Without chin.”

Heatless looked at Diago.

“I have given you the power to govern the disaster. He also announced the location of Samiad, the last hidden spirit king, Storm Wind. But you told a human named Lee Sin-woo to find him. ”

“Lee Sin-woo is only a handful of wind drunkards in the Seven Thrones. As a Spirit King of the same attributes, you won't have any trouble bringing it. ”

“That's not the point! You can't deal with all the Spirit Kings unless you deal with them. ”

His words give me a feverish smile.

“You can hear it from above, but that's what you say. Don't worry about it. I will deal with Samiad for sure. I couldn't waste my time finishing the race war. I just told him to bring me Infinite Breath. ”

But still, Diago didn't deserve it.

“Then what is the power of disaster? It is a powerful force that no one on the continent will have. But you've only used it a few times. It was only during the battle with the Horsemen that I used its power properly. ”

“So?”

“More than half of the summoned soldiers survived, and the dwarves will end the war with one king's neck. ”

“ ……. ”

“So what? Are you asking me, Kang Wook Fever? This is so problematic. ”

Diago's expression distorted.

At that moment.

The fever felt cold on my spine.

The fact that I may have forgotten while having a conversation so far.

He's not human.

Being in rebellion against God.

“We don't have enough. No chin, no life! The weight of blood! You haven't forgotten the contract I made with the Spirit Realm. ”

“You really have something to hide from me, don't you? ”

“…… what? ”

Heatless opened the inventory.

Although it was in a space created by Diago, Rocksmouth's inventory, a higher power, was operating without restrictions.

He took out the Great Magic Lithograph from within.

“What's a Phare? ”

Diago's expression hardens.

No, I don't.

From the beginning, his face did not change, but the fever felt very slight tremor in him.

“If the fabric of the world you speak of is Parell, it cannot be known to man. Why is there a tower on this slate that means it? ”

“It was made by the pioneers. Those who went through Seven Thrones much earlier than any of you. ”

“Before us? ”

“Isn't that obvious? Do you really think you're the first people to go to war? This is just a prank from God. It's kind of fun.”

Diago shrugs lightly.

“But do you enjoy watching ants fight each other? No, it's better if you don't care. Now so is my mother. It's called Yuhui, but I'm not interested in your fight. Well... That's why I'm free to roam around like this. ”

He said nothing, but it was as shocking as it was.

“I told you. What's the end of the race war? You were the only one who knew what this war would end in. ”

Diago speaks sharply towards heatlessness.

“The last of their kind to survive the War of the Races. It's no fun stepping on hundreds of ants. But the pleasure of pressing down on the last ant that had survived. ”

He licked his lips with his tongue again.

“Destroying the last winner of the Tribal War with his own hands." To see the face of despair. Because that's her real pleasure. ”

The fever felt like it would make me feel nauseous.

Despite all the myriad he's been through so far, he can never let go.

Cruel and cruel words.

But when he first realized that the war on throne was not the end, he was puzzled by that thought.

Will this race's war really end?

Maybe there's another war.

Everything was God's will.

However, the outcome was even more severe than he expected.

God waits to kill the last of his kind with his own hands without even giving him a chance to survive.

Like.

Like a clever foodie who waited for delicious food and tasted it last.

That's how he endured it.

“If there is only one true reward she has given, it is perhaps a reward from the Lord of the Throne. I don't know what you prayed for. ”

“ ……. ”

“Wealthy or honorable. Reward for those who sit on the throne. Isn't that funny? I'm going to kill you eventually, and I'm going to give you hope in the Seven Thrones. But that's just as cruel. ”

Diago looks at nothing.

“I see. You have no idea what I prayed to Rocksmouth for, either. ”

At his words, Diago smiles in relief.

His attitude of not being very curious made him realize that man can never be a threat to himself.

He too was no different from Rocksmoo.

Without heat, he looked at Diago and said in a loud voice.

“I'll kill God. ”

“Did the man with the idea do something like this? Did you ridicule me when I spoke to you in the Spirit Realm? Racial wars are for this. Sacrifice needed to strengthen the power of corruption. ”

Diago grits his teeth.

“The Blood of Life. The waters you kill are endless. I gave you a chance. If you don't want to fill it with all humanity, kill another species. ”

However, Diago was even more unfit for a feeble attitude that did not convey emotion.

He said as if warning.

“Fill the weight of blood. That's absolute, because that's the rule of the Rocksmouth that makes up this world. ”

At the last word, I lost my fever.

“The man who tried to kill her has yet to deviate from the rules she has created. That's the funniest thing to come to Seven Thrones. ”

“…… what? ”

“I will end the war with the dwarves myself. Like you said, it's a fight by Lakshmoor. You can't use convenience. But the deal with you is different. ”

“Are you... going to break your promise to me?" ”

“No way. ”

The fever spoke in a bold voice.

“Rule Break. ”

It was then.

A blue window was created in front of the seamless eye.

[Unique Skill: Rule Break]

[Number: 1/3]

[You may deviate from the named rules.]

[Do you want to use it?]

One last remaining Pathfinder's unique skill.

Heatless nods slowly.

[Engage Rule Break.]

[Number: 1/3]

At the same time, as he reaches out, another black window rises next to the blue window.

There were unknown characters in it.

I couldn't read it, but I was conscious.

Right away.

It was a window with the contract with Diago.

A red gauge was drawn underneath the window that had a quote written on it. The elongated bar was half empty.

Ticktock... Ticktock...

Then, as if erased with an eraser, the text of the new edition of the contract with Diago began to gradually transform.

“ ……!! ”

At the same time, the red gauge at the bottom starts to fill gradually.

The longer the red bar, the more distorted she looked at it.

“This should be enough. The weight of blood you speak so loudly of. It's all filled up.”

“Crazy……. This is how you're going to use your powers? All you have to do is kill him. It was a great war of five dimensions. Give the lives of half of each species. The power of disaster was something we could do in the blink of an eye. ”

Heatless laughs at his words.

“Raell Stalen, who led the order, did the same thing. Killing 100 makes them stronger, and killing 1,000 makes them ten times stronger. The trust that Rocksmouth dropped off. Because of that, the villages of the Seven Thorns disappeared under the guise of purification. ”

“Why is that? ”

“What we're doing right now is different from that. ”

Despite his feeble words, Diago still didn't understand.

The way I think is completely different.

He's a human being, but he's not.

“Quest completed. So get lost. You think about what happens after this. Nothing's gonna be a problem. Isn't the outcome important? ”

“ ……. ”

“You don't know where I am. ”

After the battle with the Elves, the base of the feebleness marched on to fight the Dwarves.

And here we are.

Right away.

Hazar Canyon.

“Have you ever buried blood? ”

Where his last and first began.

When the whole body was covered in blood from head to toe.

I don't even know if it's an ally or an enemy, or if I even know it.

I wanted to forget the memories of that time, but my body and memory were kept alive.

Heatless stood in the valley of the canyon and said:

“You wouldn't be able to say that if you could reverse the weight of the blood. ”