Main Character Hides His Strength

The blue beam cut open the night sky and split open the cold night air and scattered the white man's body among the crowd.

“Shhh...”

Every time the self-immolation disappeared, Baek Young felt his life depleted with the pain of stabbing flesh with a needle.

However, the pain continued without rest.

Once, twice, and countless times.

It was more like a head shot with a hammer than a needle.

When it appeared in a new form, what he thought was familiar pain, Baek Young felt an unprecedented fear.

‘No way, you bastard. Were you able to locate all of my identities? ’

The last alter ego is gone.

It was a short time before the trail of Satan shot up toward the sky disappeared.

Baek Young trembled, feeling terrible fatigue and emptiness. You've lost too many identities at once.

Because it is not just a vision, the loss of self-immolation is linked to the loss of life.

The only thing left is the body, Baek Young.

Kim Sung-cheol turned his head toward the assassin with no hidden record among the crowd.

Baek Young's eyes revealed an unseen horror.

‘Damn it.'

Then I felt Baek Young.

It is not Kim Sung-cheol who is being hunted, but himself.

Kim Sung-cheol stared at Baek Young and said in a contemptuous tone.

“Flyy boy. ”

He has no hobby of mocking his enemies.

No matter how weak an enemy may be, if he stands on two legs and has the courage to stand up to himself, he will be recognized as one warrior.

However, the story is different when dealing with assassins who rely on dirty tricks and ambushes.

He doesn't see assassins as warriors.

Kim Sung-cheol stared at Baek Young, who was shaking without even knowing it, and walked slowly or quickly.

Baek Young takes out the essence of life from the Soul Bank and focuses his mind.

Then I saw it with my own eyes, but I couldn't believe it.

Humans were dividing.

One for two, two for four.

In an instant, Baek Yong created more than a hundred identical identities.

When the refugees saw that, they recognized the struggle between the giants and stepped back and gave their positions to the giants.

Kim Sung-cheol and Baek Young fought each other in the vacancy that the refugees gave them.

“Why are you helping humans? Why would someone as powerful as you help an incurable human being? ”

In the basket of self-immolation, Baek Young asked with a different voice.

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol didn't answer.

He listens to the sound of the struggle ahead.

Tangrits are still alive and fragmented.

The baron's roar echoes through the sound of the spear slash.

“Do you want to hear a saint's voice? Or do you want to be a hero? But, Summoner, remember. Humans don't want a living hero. All they want is a hero in a grave! ”

Baek Young continued to say.

“You must be mistaken. ”

Kim Sung-cheol folded and stretched his hands holding the horse wagon casandra, saying in a bold tone.

“What? What are you mistaken for? ”

When Baek Yong asked, Kim Sung-cheol sighed shallow and replied.

“I never said that I would save man with my mouth. ”

“What?”

In Baek Yong's question, Kim Sung-cheol raised his hand and said briefly.

“I'm just trying to solve the disaster. ”

You crack the whip air in the flames of hell.

I tore it in half before the body of the plucked white girl who had the power of the unknown, as fast as lightning.

Baek Young tried to throw a dagger at Kim Sung-cheol with the remaining identities, but there was no victory for him from the moment he faced off against the warrior named the assassin in the first place.

The scent of the fight was already decided when Martin, who was shot by Manoa, missed.

The horse horse carries on like a living serpent, ripping White Young's body apart.

Baek Young tried to resist me by inhaling the essence of life and creating an endless self-immolation.

Kim Sung-cheol who saw it secretly thought to himself.

"No matter how many ants there are, you can't beat licking them. ’

As Sung-cheol Kim thought, Mahjong Kasandra swallowed Baek Young's self-immolation just like Kim Sung-cheol's favorite tongue.

Baek Young desperately self-immolated, throwing a dagger, etc., but it was meaningless resistance.

Shortly after, all the identities were torn apart by the horseshoe Cassandra.

And the evil hand grabbed Baek Young's collar.

“It's over.”

Baek Young opened his eyes and said something, but he couldn't say anything.

It's because the hand that grabbed his collar added strength.

There is no honorable death for a lowly assassin.

Kim Sung-cheol took the rope that was always in his arms, hung it on the neck of a crumbling white child, and hung it on a tree.

Then I grabbed Baek Young's arm.

Boss, boss, boss!

Baek Yong's arm is broken into a horrible shape.

Baek Young, who had already lost the strength and will to resist, slowly choked and died, hanging in a tree.

The end of a legendary assassin was an unbelievably humble and ordinary death.

The refugees were breathing and watching Kim Sung-cheol's back.

Kim Sung-cheol, who had resolved the disaster in front of him, turned around.

“Step aside.”

The fury of the refugee, who was like an unstoppable flame, quickly subsided in front of the appearance of the true strength.

Kim Sung-cheol took a step toward the place where he could feel Tangrit's origins after hurting refugees.

No one dared to stop him, nor did they.

In a mature atmosphere, I recalled a story that a woman accidentally wandered from the Apocalypse airspace.

“That... is the enemy of the world. ”

“An enemy of the world...?! ”

Kim Sung-cheol soon found the baron while the crowd was murmuring.

The baron was alive.

“Cutie!”

Vertelgia leaps out of her pocket and examines the baron's condition. I've been stabbed here and there, but it won't harm my life.

But that was not the case with Tangrit on the baron.

He closes his eyes, holding the broken spear and the shield of the Holy Rueginean Kingdom in blood.

A broken window blade pierces a gap in the old armor and appears to be the cause of death.

His face is severely distorted, whether the wound was quite painful.

‘Tangrit.’

The savior of life is dead.

Although killing him was an unnamed refugee, Kim Sung-cheol knew that his choice had something to do with Tangrit's death.

If he had given up on Baek Young, he might have been able to save Tang Grit.

But Kim Sung-cheol didn't do that.

‘Is the end of expectations always like this? ’

In Kim Sung-cheol's eyes, disappointment and anger crossed in turn.

An ominous life begins to erupt from his body.

The refugees who were oppressed by their lives gave themselves over to terror without saying a word to anyone.

“Who did this? ”

Kim Sung-cheol asked for refugees.

No one dared answer.

“Who did this?" I asked. ”

Kim Sung-cheol, who caught the horse carriage, put his strength into his hands.

It was a moment of unstoppable pulsation in his eyes.

“Hey, look at that! ”

Vertelgia swings out of her pocket, pointing to one side of Tangrit's body.

On the wounded baron, something shines with moonlight on one of Tangrit's dead bodies.

Kim Sung-cheol approached the body and identified the sparkling object.

‘This?’

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes reminded me of this.

It was his seal that the monks once boasted. The Lord's seal, which had been hidden deep in the cupboard and had never been removed, was stuck back into his finger beyond the long wall.

Kim Sung-cheol once again stared at Tangrit's face.

Did a miracle happen?

Or is it just a delusion?

His face, which was making a painful face, looked different.

A faint smile hangs over his mouth, frowning and dying.

Seeing it, Kim Sung-cheol seemed to know what Tang Grit thought last.

After a long wandering journey, he went back to where he needed to be.

“See? You're smiling, right? I'm sure he went somewhere nice! ”

Bertelgia pointed to what Kim Sung-cheol could not find and asked with a slightly cautious voice.

“ ……. ”

The turbulent fury subsides.

The blurred judgment returned to its original state.

In a clearer mind, Kim Sung-cheol suddenly wondered that the cause of his uncontrollable anger was not just the death of Tangrit.

Therefore, there is no need for further blood.

Arm karaz appeared in Kim Sung-cheol's hand.

Kim Sung-cheol smashed the ground with a hammer made of the sky.

The ground is shaking.

The shaking stopped the fight that was taking place from afar.

In the autumn night's natural high, Kim Sung-cheol walked to the center of the opposition of both forces.

And while everyone was watching, he said in a bold tone.

“Stand back, all of you. The gap is over.”

“The Seven Heroes are no big deal. ”

The arcuvus on the meridian shakes his head, smirking. The young man in his eyes was just a lousy marksman with strange skills.

He takes a sip of wine and turns his head toward someone.

“Don't you think? Regret?”

But the moment he saw someone, he saw an unexpected sight.

Someone is choking on fear and not even breathing.

His face was pale and even his hands were trembling.

Acuvus smiles as he sees it.

‘What is it? I heard you have the heart of iron. Is that a rumor? ’

The story of the Summoner who had just graduated from the Summoning Plaza suddenly appeared in front of the Bishop of the Assassination Cult and dared to try to negotiate raises a great debate between the spheres of interest.

The courageous Summoner continued to demonstrate his audacity by sequentially meeting with powerful people who ruled the continent ahead of the Assassin Church.

However, the humble appearance that I see now was not worthy of fame at all.

‘You're shaking like a rainy dog. I thought you had the guts to distribute in front of the Assassin Church, and you were a heavenly maid. ’

Arcubus walks away snickering, leaving a dog behind.

But as far as I know.

Some were applauding White Young's abilities.

Not just a passive way to hide in the dark and wait for the target to come, but a way to create a stage of assassination and get the target caught in the act was a wonder as the same assassin.

Moreover, the trap that was rigorously laid to shoot the last shot was like an artwork that was not lacking in the name of the seven heroes.

I dug dozens of traps with my head just to understand it.

The result of this fight was not known to the world except for the fact that Kim Sung-cheol survived, but she thought that Baek Young could at least do some damage to Kim Sung-cheol.

But the result was as it was seen with the eyes.

‘That Baek Young died doing nothing. ’

I couldn't call it a fight.

It was a one-way slaughter.

With the exception of seclusion, there were many suggestions that Baek Young, who had a very high stat and experience, and the meticulousness of the assassin, had been defeated so recklessly.

"If I hadn't seen it..."

There's no way to get rid of it.

But she didn't give up.

No, I couldn't give up.

Imagine the faces of the people who sacrificed everything to send her here.

Before returning to the past, a faint voice echoed in my head.

“Go punch that bastard you know! Don't worry about me. ”

After several deep breaths, the tremors stopped.

No one, no Lee Su-jin, thought to himself as he sensed that the aircraft was slowly moving.

‘Until the advent of the Black Giant who wields the weapons of the seven plagues, in the next three years. If you don't end up in there, the world will be destroyed again! ’

The skies of the Human Empire, which used to stay above Eunza's Tower, flew to the northwest.

*

“Wherever I go, I feel like I'm expanding my grave. ”

Bertelkiah fell on the grass, watching Kim Sung-cheol plowing silently.

No one attended Tangrit's funeral.

It was a lonely sight.

But before that, Kim Sung-cheol saw even more bitter sights.

The entire village has been saved by the old lord, but no one wants to take Tangrit's body.

After all, Kim Sung-cheol stopped him and dragged the body of Tangrit and buried it next to the mansion where he lived.

“Toporo village, by the way? They're really cruel. If I thought they were so selfish, I wouldn't have stopped them. ”

“ ……. ”

Kim Sung-cheol was silently shoveling.

A pretty big hole is completely spilled.

Kim Sung-cheol finally put a seal on Tangrit and covered it with the last soil and set up a large stone instead of a tombstone.

When the tomb was completed, the wounded baron came to the side of the tomb and stood quietly guarding his master's final position.

Kim Sung-cheol stroked the baron's neck once and left.

“Where are you going now? ”

Kim Sung-cheol pointed to the northwest with his finger when asked by Bertelkia.

“Lagranze.”

A place of memories and repentance.

Kim Sung-cheol quietly set foot behind Silver Man's grave and into the capital city of the Human Empire.