Mangem's Paladin

The day the world turned into a game, when monsters poured out of the basement, the president did nothing because he was sleeping.

I tried to wake him up because he said it was urgent, but the president said not to ruin his sleep. He got angry and fell asleep again. The neighbors panicked, but the news of the monster invasion was actually a joke. I just let the rest of them sleep.

After more than three hours of monsters invading, the palace was silent. The situation was resolved by the division heads halfway through the month.

Later in his life, he went into concealment, manipulating the reporting records and lowering the servers, but it was impossible because the situation was too big.

Protests have taken place in various parts of the country.

Against the street protesters, the Solicitor General declared a national emergency court. The cause was the resolution of the crisis, but it was clear that it was in practice the purpose of the regime.

The commanders of the division, who were scheduled to be disciplined for the right to monthly leave, decided that this regime would be recognized as meritorious. Military troops entering downtown Seoul, where the division commanders specifically instructed, refused to impose coercive measures on citizens who participated in the protests.

After half the martial law failed, the president lost his authority.

It was clear that this would reverse the regime in the next general election. Reimduk. The president has lost all his motivation and Urgiya has laid his hands on the Bureau. In the wake of the self-defeat of the military authorities, the division leaders increasingly took advantage of the support of the citizens.

Since then, when the military brought the players who had instigated the assault to the army, this unprovoked action has received vigorous support from citizens.

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"This is Alpha, this is Alpha. Whether it sounds or not. · · · ·"

The Dead Wizard player continues to mutter, grabbing the radio with the signal disconnected. It was as if the animals trapped in the cage were stressed and acting linearly.

The rubber commander, who was no better, whispered to Gunwook.

"Would you mind taking that radio? I'm afraid that if I take it, you'll be forced to fight back."

Gunwook followed what he was told.

"I think I should hold the radio, can you do that?"

Fortunately, the Wizard player gave Gunwook the radio. I am now being treated as a guardian of the priests and attackers in this sequel.

I didn't feel so good being treated as a guardian. Not good at all. Gunwook looked at the state of the players and thought,

'The army of the fallen faction will be more energetic than this.'

The condition of others was not better than that of the wizard just now. They all walked with a heavy face.

It was obvious why they looked like that. There was a death in the true sense. That fact undermined everyone in a different sense.

"Raid!"

As we move forward, the enemy is constantly small-scale.

Gogyeong constantly revised his tactics and masses. There has been a great deal of effort. The easier it is to defeat the enemy.

However, Gear had no choice but to have one or two fatalities. They were all fatalities among the post-war players.

Due to that situation, the players in the rear row tried to stay as close to the Crusader Emperor Wook as possible. In every raid, Gunwook stops or kills any hostiles running in his direction. The priests and the attackers behind them did not die.

Priest Lee Yeon-ok blatantly clings behind him.

"I'm going to touch my dick, don't. Are you gay?"

Deferred hell reacted drastically beyond tolerance to someone's slumber.

"Son of a bitch!"

The furious Lee Yeon-ok tried to pull the gun, but Gunwook had to be stopped again. Even in high school, Lee Yeon-ok tried to shoot someone with a pencil as soon as he was aroused, and he used to dry them.

In this horrible atmosphere, Gunwook somehow tried to talk to each other.

Conversation naturally revolved around Gunwook.

"You're a good fucking fighter. What did you do in society? Mercenaries?"

I answered Yi Tae-dong's question.

"What mercenaries, they were firefighters."

"Oh, you did a wonderful job. What was the game, Nick?"

"'Jean Iéo, 15 years old' · · · ·"

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You're the one who used to listen to everyone in the Air Force while you were in Hawaii, Hoe?"

A small burst of laughter came out. Moreover, he smiled forcefully and looked at the opposite rear row.

The atmosphere on the other side was also bad.

The faces of priests and attackers were gloomy, but the faces of the paladins behind them who were organized to defend the posterity were the only ones who would die. Now they are being hated beyond the trust of their allies.

Crusader Seo Johan was at least trusted. I can't defeat the enemy myself, but I've somehow fulfilled my role of holding him. However, other paladins organized as reserves did not resist the enemies well and frequently missed them. Therefore, when death occurs, the paladin who misses the enemy must listen to the curse and power as if he had killed his ally himself.

As he continued to move forward, Colonel Gossip signaled.

"Let's all take a break."

The face of the Preliminary Crusader hardened at the words of Shran. Gunwook guessed how he felt.

'I'm afraid I'll have to face other people while I'm not walking.'

So Gunwook summoned the paladins and said,

"Let's discuss tactics with our tankers."

In the meantime, no one asked what the tactics were. The paladins gathered with a half-raised expression.

Gunwook said to Seo-John.

"Swordsmanship is a hobby. Can you teach me a lesson?"

Seo Johan replied with a trembling face.

"Do I have something to teach you? I'm 0 kilos now. I think I need to learn from you."

"It's that technique, and I don't know what it is, so I'm just tapping it. Wouldn't it be better to learn some skills?"

"Swordsmanship is not what you think. Have you ever played a fight game?"

"I've done a little bit."

"So, is it high time someone memorizes all the complex tech commands, or is it high time someone stopped the opponent's attack and put it in?"

"The latter?"

"Yes. If the master fights a novice, he can only use Pyeongtae to defend himself. So is swordsmanship. It's not important to know technology, it's important to know how to use it. You don't think of each skill command in your head in a fighting game and you practice semi-automatically pressing the skill command from your hand. The same goes for swordsmanship."

"Instead of thinking with your head and using technology, do you think your body remembers and automatically spreads the technology so you can use it in practice?"

"I know. It is the practice of swordsmanship that the body undergoes to remember its skills. So there's nothing better to learn for a while."

"Can you do posture correction or something?"

"Well, that's it. Then get in position."

Gunwook rises from the crowd and raises his sword and shield. It was a topic I brought out with the intent to keep the atmosphere alive, but I took it seriously. I thought it would be nice to learn something.

Seo Yohan also took the correction seriously in his own way.

"The shield should not be too glamorous. Shock to the head, the shield spins and blocks vision and action. Yeah, that's right."

"Bend your wrist at right angles when you do the stabbing. I used to hold it like this when I was holding a fencing sword, but the players were so strong that they didn't have any pressure on their wrists. Yeah, it's like that. It's like that. This will make the stabbing a little better."

"Have you ever done a pickaxe in the army? You didn't swing the pickaxe with your arms, did you? The same goes for the knife. You need to snap it into your wrist with a sense of humor. Yeah, it's been a good swing. Don't swing so hard and stand still, Stab. Swing the knife with one step, and when your foot touches the ground, the knife must be touched."

It was a short time, but Gunwook enthusiastically came to learn. It was not difficult to understand. It was not difficult to do it in practice. Teaching permeates the head as well as the body.

I thought how good it would be to learn swordsmanship or whatever. Then I would have fought better and died less.

I continued to learn with so much enthusiasm and asked Gunwook.

"Is there anything you can do with technology? Useful."

In response to that request, Seo Johan taught one skill. It was a move called Shield Bash.

"With a shield, put the price on the opponent, and then don't tease the shield. Rotate it sideways or push it from the bottom up. If you hold a large shield like ours, you can completely block one arm of the opponent, and if you poke the knife between the shield from the top to the bottom or from the bottom to the top."

Seo Yohan demonstrated and Gun Wook followed.

Seo Johan was a praiseworthy teacher.

"Hey, I've been trying to copy this all day. Gunwook does it right at once. Maybe Physical is really bad."

As with rest time, Rubber Colonel Rubber looks at the people who are moving and buzzing with complex faces.

As a military officer, I wanted to keep my health at rest or take precautions. Of course I really didn't. Even a slight rebound should be avoided.

I don't deserve to rest so often. They often rest because they will not even walk if they force the Enforcement Force. In fact, however, it is not a situation that can be so relaxed.

I thought, "Why are the enemies so small?"

Have you adjusted the balance so that players can defeat each other? Or are you doing this deliberately to slow the players down?

The rubber was the latter, I see. That fact soon meant there was a reason to pull this ankle over there.

Did he say that we must stop the ritual of death? Is there a time limit? If so, we must urge our allies to move forward quickly.

I thought so, but rubber kept my mouth shut and let everyone rest. It was not a good situation, no matter how embarrassing. Slowly enough to move forward, isn't it a yardstick to be sensed? At the very least, what the players are now under control is because the tactical direction of the rubber has become quite powerful as a commander, not because the players have a sense of mission.

Gogyeong got up from his seat and shouted.

"End of break, everybody. Don't drag the minigun on the floor there."

They all got up from their seats with a whimpering sound. Afterwards, he sighed and also walked rubber.

Everyone was on their way up the stairs.

"It's getting darker. Something's different.

The end came to the stairs, which seemed to be not going to be cut off.

Upon raising his head, he was not on the stairs, but on one floor. Floors consisting of floors and ceilings.

Everyone intuitively noticed that the end had come.

Boss War.

Thirty-seven players advance to the strength that awaits them up there.

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