Mangem's Paladin

Lee Yeon-ok noticed the situation late. I ran out of anger.

“What are you doing! ”

Gossip rubber shouted at the light, creating a wide protective shield around it. I thought I was so dumb as to block the access to Deferred Hell.

‘What are you really doing? ’

I didn't know exactly why he stabbed me with a fecal stone.

It was an unconscious act.

Thoughtful thoughts disappeared in my head and only fine emotions remained, and rubber felt an unbearable disgust in the voice of the stool. The user stabs the target with an impulsive, disgusting knife. That was it.

Only after the stab did he realise what he had done. I got rid of the power I had to reach the end of the basement by my own hand.

Now that the mind is fully awake, rubber has regretted it.

Even now, I was going to ask for reconciliation with the knife in my chest, and I didn't have a priest to heal or save my fecal stones. And when Kore returns, he will refuse to spare the feces.

Eventually the situation became irreversible. Gogyeong struggled to take a breath.

On the other hand, Lee Yeon-ok was trying to break the wide shield. The whale shouts, tapping the horse shield with a spear.

“Son of a bitch! Come out! Aren't you coming out?”

It was useless. Gossip rubber was also a powerful crusader with its own divine spell. That robust broad-spectrum protective shield could not be easily pierced.

Thanks to the rubber, I could keep only two of the fecal stones and rubber.

I felt a dead fecal stone.

“Please don't do this. ”

Now that we can't handle this situation, Gogyeong decided to just act confidently.

Gogyu said.

“What did you say you were going to purge Itadong? He's not supposed to be a god, so we have to get rid of him before he gets rewarded? That's right. Itadong · · · · · You, me. You can't let these scum become gods. ”

The fecal stone squeezes out the words that don't come out well.

“Why am I a scum? I've changed. I've done my best. entitled to compensation."

I used to feel like talking to this old man. So at this moment, I was told that I felt guilty for killing the child.

“Aren't we adults? No impunity for doing the best you can. What's important is that I don't hate you because of his site. After that, he hates it. ”

“I..."

“What did you do down here in the basement? Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal, betrayal. ”

After a while, the fecal stone died with a bunch of contorted faces. Lee Yeon-ok succeeded in breaking the Gear wide shield.

“Son of a bitch! ”

Lee Yeon-ok lowers a long spear. However, the spear is easier to handle than a dagger, so it's not only a defensive weapon, but I've never caught a monster with it. Lee Yeon-ok was a priest until a while ago and was not able to fight directly.

It wasn't hard to defeat deferred smoking even by players' standards. The rubber just grabs the shield in a sitting position.

Lee Yeon-ok easily fell out.

Gossip said to Deferred Gossip.

“Calm down. Now follow my lead. ”

“What?”

“From now on, we're going to join the Emperor Wook party. Any objections?”

Lee Yeon-ok seemed to have objections. Lee Yun-ok stood up stumbling and watched over the corpse of the fecal stone. I was distracted by my angry little face.

“Fuck you.”

“If you don't want to die, follow me, you son of a bitch. It's not a bad offer for you. If you follow me, you can reach the end of the basement and make a wish."

Goyenne wanted to comfort me, but it was of no use.

“Fuck you!”

Lee Kyeong-ok rushes. Releases Black Energy on the dagger.

Against him, rubber stretched out its sword. The Longsword was much longer than the Dagger, and of course, the Longsword was dug into the neck of Lee Yeon-ok first.

In the end, even Deferred Oxygen collapsed with bloodshed. Gossip rubber twisted his face. Somehow, nothing works as intended.

“His anger control disorder. ”

Three minutes later, Coré, who had been handed over to another dimension, returned.

Coré frowns as he looks alternately at two rubber balls and a body that has been brushed to the ground.

“Explain, Grand Mold. ”

* * * * * * *

Thirty seconds after the battle of Mars and Emperor Wook began, a smile disappeared from the mouth of the Red Guild.

Why aren't these bastards coming? You still haven't dealt with the summons? ’

It was meant to turn off the time, but it shouldn't take long. Supporters and players cannot stay away for long. If the fecal stone is still far away, Hong Gil Dong will return to the card in a few minutes.

Then the Emperor Wook Party, where the enemy disappeared, will just go to the end of the basement first. I don't have a healer, but I can't let that happen anyway.

With nervousness, Hong Gil Dong eavesdrops on their conversation in the dark.

“Don't you give Mars the Dimensional Oil? I don't even have a combat angel rubber around, so it'll work right away. ”

The witch answered Kim Jong-hmm.

“It'll work, but it doesn't mean anything to Mars. Once Mars is gone, the thief can just keep hiding in the dark and drag time away. We need to save the Dimensional Oil for thieves. ”

I recalled the conversation in my head.

‘Dimensional distribution to me.' Give me a dimension. ’

In an instant, a plot came to mind. There were also objects around that could be used to plot.

Honggildong immediately stepped into action.

Kim Jong-hmm exclaimed.

“There!”

In the eyes of the witch who was guarding the surroundings, I saw something of the Seekerman flying in the darkness. Something in the form of a person.

I thought it was the Red Guild for witches. I unhesitatingly cast a Dimensional Distribution spell.

I sucked the shape of the man who flew in with the space distorted.

Kim Jong-hmm noticed that the witch made a mistake, as the priest's vision of death was better than that of a wizard.

It wasn't Red Gil Dong who just got sucked into the witch's spell. It was the body of supporter Kim Jong-hmm.

"Shinabel!"

Honggildong brought Shinabel's body here to prevent Kore from returning from the oil field. I didn't think I'd write it this way.

‘It worked!’

Red Guild Dong, who was hiding in the shadow of the corpse, stuffed the ground. I stabbed him with a sharp rhyme towards the assassination target, the witch.

I was touched by a dagger.

* * * * * * *

A Spanish swordsman argued that a swordsmanship battle is not just a brute force and a speed fight, but something scientific.

A warrior with an Anonymous weapon must calculate the distance to the opponent, calculate whether the curves and lines that his weapon will draw are suitable for that distance, and know if the line will be able to successfully attack or defend by reaching the right position at the right time. The argument is that swordsmanship is an art of mathematics and geometry.

The Knight of Death, "The One Who Didn't Become Mars," would disagree with that. Mars had never practiced swordsmanship or spearheading, nor had he had the time or opportunity to do so. I was also not interested in the elaborate principles contained in the martial arts textbook. All of Mars' combat skills were acquired by fighting monsters directly.

Nevertheless, as the swordsman insists, Mars' spear was faster than his opponent and an ideal attack to reach the target position first, a perfect harmony of curves and straight lines without any waste.

That's what this Knight of Death called a rough journey underground. A warrior's journey in which the gear will somehow find the best way to advance if it is sometimes blocked as it strikes in a straight line towards its goal.

On the other hand, Emperor Gunwook agreed with the swordsman's argument. Because that self-approved article Percival taught me so much. Thus, Gunwook's swordsmanship did not fit the size of the herd, and there were many high-end techniques to block or interfere with enemy attacks.

It was better this way to act as a tanker, the center of the party, rather than just defeating monsters. All of those attacks are not as lethal as Marx, but they are much better sustained.

So the fight between the two was not always easy in the midst of a fierce battle.

“You! ”

Moreover, Gunwook charged and lowered the Holy Sword. Against him, Mars raises the spear, and the battle between lowering and raising is usually a winning one, but Mars' power was much stronger in this case.

The lifted spear pushes Gunwook's Holy Sword to its right.

It forced me to create a gap. Gunwook's head defense is empty. Mars shoots a UZI machine gun in the gap.

A set of burning bullets flew like cannonballs and slapped Gunwook's face.

"Ugh."

It wasn't a critical hit, but Gunwook's vision was obscured by flames. Marx stabs the spear without missing the opportunity.

The speed of the spear, which ripped through the air, exceeded the sound speed. Even if Gunwook's vision was intact, he would not have seen the attack.

And Gunwook foresaw the trajectory of the attack without even seeing it.

Gunwook swung his shield while avoiding, and Mars easily countered, and Gunwook also responded.

Counter. Counter.

In the instant of Charlna, the Holy Sword shining divinely and the burning spear with the heat of hell hit her dozens of times. Every time, a flash exploded. The golden trajectory created by the sword and spear and the fireflies of hell spread a subtle spectrum in its flashes.

All kinds of light are entangled in the distorted air due to the turbulence of forces. It was like shoving a firecracker in a whirlpool and then blowing dozens of flashlights in a row. If you're watching that battle from the side, you'll actually be blind.

In that storm of light, the two warriors beat each other's breastplates and lowered their shoulders with weapons. Every time, terrible shocks spread across each other's bodies. However, neither of them shrunk a bit. The pose was also not broken.

They're both strong tankers. Critical attacks are masters who avoid them beforehand, so they don't come out of nowhere. Every time you two get together, it's like it's always been.

This was not a sad situation for the two warriors. Gunwook was wary of the situation in which the players were coming, and Mars was wary of the situation in which the players were forced to repatriate by not coming.

I don't know which way this is going to happen. The surest way is to defeat the other before time passes.

After the brawl, the two thought the same thing at the same time as if they were the same person.

Don't drag me into a fight, but someone must die quickly.

“God.”

Incarnation spell. The sacred light in Gunwook's Sacred Sword rises more intensely, and a lightning storm spreads around and hits Mars.

The Knight of Death has a passive that increases ATK as he receives damage. The fire in that spear burns even more intensely.

Thus, the two warriors finished preparing to end each other.

After staring at each other, Gunwook and Mars roared.

“Come on, La ―! ”

“Wryaaaaaaaaaaa ―! ”

Stepping back for a while was not to stay away from each other, but to attack even more violently.

A fiery flame burst out just by pushing the ground.

Two warriors rushed towards each other. Mars holds a spear firmly against his side, as does a heavy cavalry. Gunwook sets up a shield.

I heard thunder.

Moreover, he wielded a shield. Euphyte's lightning flashed and blinded Mars for a moment.

However, there was no touching touch. Mars avoided backwards. Then I stretched the window at an invisible speed.

I can't lose. Gunwook also stretched out his sword.

Stab on both sides.

Gunwook knew that Mars' spear would be touched first. This way, you'll die once.

I will kill him once and aim for a carefree gap.

It was the instant of death, the moment both weapons crossed.

Emperor Gunwook's vision changed without notice. Marx looked much smaller than he just did.

The illusion of the eye? No. In fact, Gunwook's body grew bigger.

Gunwook realized that this was the effect of a giant spell. Even though he was skilled enough to miss the situation created by these variables, he was also a paladin used to partying.

The sword of Gunwook, which was bigger than it was a second ago, reached closer to Mars. Gunuk's kidney was also raised to a higher position than it was a second before. Suffice it to switch from a stabbing operation to a lowering operation.

I lowered the Holy Sword as it was. To where?

‘Aim for the wrist. In warriors' confrontations, the wrist is almost always weak. ’

I did what I learned from the Knight of the Round Table. The Holy Sword that descended cut Marx's wrist.

Dark red blood erupted.

Ends