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It was qualitatively different from the cerebral palsy when it first attacked Poir.

a state of greater energy than it was when it was completely powerless, focused on secrecy

The sword-wielding Bulk prayed with desperation.

'Please die!'

an opportunity barely gained by enduring and enduring

If this opportunity was missed, the odds would be drastically reduced.

Therefore, the Vulcan was eager.

May Poiard die like this.

With the skull split by a brain-newspectrum, don't let it happen any more.

However, the potential of Forewar has exceeded the imagination of the Vulcan.

a quagmire work

Tuong

The first sound is the sound of Forewar's shields breaking down.

That was what the Vulcan wanted.

However, the second sound was an unpleasant sound effect that violently rejected Vulcan's expectations.

Vulcan ignored the pain of his hand, which was pinging from the reactionary, and looked at what prevented his attack.

Then he frowned.

Shield?

Seeing the half-broken shield at the top of the Forwar, the Vulcan felt ridiculous in the first place, but Act 2 itself is a place where people who cannot be judged by common sense gather.

He quickly recovered his panic and swung the sword again.

Then he made the ruin and fired at the waist of the Forwar, and with his left hand he summoned Balok's whip and swept away the bottom of the Forwar.

The move came out of anxiety that it would never be possible to turn the tide again if the current opportunity was missed, which eventually served as a handshake.

Poong!

"Laughing out loud!"

A gap caused by a moment's embarrassment and stiffness.

Foward was able to instinctively catch the gap in the moment even when he was distracted by a direct hit on the head by a brain-new sword, and succeed in the attack one step ahead of the blanks.

The blanks that fly with a profound blow by shock waves emitted from the mouth.

Instead of giving it a look, Foward offset the coming ruin with shock waves, and then flew up into the sky to escape from the range of the super-heated hell.

'I don't care about this fire.’

Although he couldn't explain exactly what was bothering him, Fowar instinctively realized that fighting in a super-heated hell was very disadvantageous to him.

They thought that even if they were to give the hit Vulcan time to recover, it would not be a losing business if the fire could be safely overcome with the opposite pay.

Pawar, relaxed in the air, began to apply the potion to his forehead, and the Vulcan, who was about to counteract him if he came at him, also did nothing but drink the potion.

So a moment passed, and the flames of hell died down.

The contrast was made with the face of Vulcan, who was facing death as opposed to Poiar, who had a triumphant look on his face.

Vulcan put his left hand on the abdomen hit by the shock wave.

Thanks to a set of devil peacocks, it was less shocking than expected, but it still took quite some time to recover.

Of course Foward didn't give me time to do that.

Looking at Poir, who was more evil-looking than Belgeram, the Vulcan pulled out the power of breastfeeding, and the battle resumed.

However, the result was already decided.

His powerful weapons did not remain strong enough to defeat Fowar against the defeated Bulkan.

In the midst of the Foward offensive, which gradually drove the Vulcan into a corner, the Vulcan slowly lost its strength like a sinking ship.

And they were allowed to attack again.

Poo-eok.

"K크···!"!"!"!"!"

Bullcans that fly with a parabola high up in the sky after being punched by Foward.

It's a shame that he controlled his strength, but if he had been hit by a full-power swing, he would have scattered the six pieces in all directions like fireworks in the night sky.

The internal organs were injured, and Poiard said, looking at the blanks spouting blood from his mouth.

"It breaks my heart to see you wriggling and hurting. You should have listened to me from the beginning."

"Cuckoo, Kuck, Xka, ···, !" 쿨 쿨, Cuckoo!"

The blanks that shake their bodies but spread out their middle fingers toward Poirot.

Foward didn't know the exact meaning of the action, but he felt deeply offended.

He said after banging his teeth.

"Well, that's good. You'll never be able to swear after taking your subordinate potion, ·.".".".""

Foward approached Vulcan slowly, with leisurely steps, like an old man in a forest bath.

Vulcan thought, looking with hazy eyes at Poiard's mocked smile.

Why couldn't I be a little more calm?

Why didn't he act a little safer?

After 100 years, he came out of the lava cave and was excited by the report of the legend, "Senior Summoning."

If I had acted a little calmer and cooler, 냉····.

Thinking so far, Bulkan stopped coughing and laughed.

'Bitch, it's weird to be calm.’

In the first place, he was not a thoroughgoing person.

Trying to move efficiently, but there was always a loophole somewhere, and even when trying to act smart, the results were not always satisfactory.

It's been that way ever since it fell on the Ruebel Continent.

For himself, it was almost impossible to ask him to make only accurate judgments like smart and cool-headed people all of a sudden.

'Let's stop regretting things that never happen.

The blanks closed their eyes.

A look of complete desperation, relaxed all over the body.

If it wasn't for the intermittent blood-mixed cough, it would have been safe to look at it as a dead.

Of course, it was not entirely a loss of will to resist.

The point at which Foward is forced to feed his concubine.

I thought I'd squeeze all my strength and give him a blow at that point.

'He can't kill me anyway, so let's do whatever he can.’

Vulcan waited for Fowar to approach him with the same mind as a general who faced the 100,000 greats alone.

"What, did you give up? Yeah, well thought about it."

Foward grins and says,

A very pleasant appearance.

The corners of his mouth, which rose almost below his ears, represented his emotional state.

The first time I saw the Vulcan, I had been looking forward to it more than 130 years ago.

Although it was much later than expected due to the strange flies and the long-running disappearance of the Vulcan, it was important that the goal was finally achieved.

"Good. Good."

Everything was good.

On New Year's Day, Foward walked toward the Vulcan, looking as cheerful as a child who had received money for New Year's Day.

However, it was not only the Vulcan but also the Forwar who had a rough day today.

쒜엑엑엑엑.

A window, made of light about three meters long, flew toward the Forwar at a terrifying speed.

Foward freaks and avoids at a tremendous speed that he has never experienced before, and turns gently and tries again.

Foward gnawed his teeth and built a protective wall.

And the windows of light smashed through all the dozens of layers of protective walls that Poiard had created and hit him in the stomach.

kwa za za za za za za za.

Phewwow!

"Laughing out loud!"

Forewar is pushed away for a long time, leaving a long mark on the floor.

The shield in his abdomen did not give him the ugliness of losing his balance and collapsing, but the blood flowing around his mouth was telling him that he had been considerably shocked.

Foward looked at his ship with a look of astonishment, and then looked where the window of light had flown.

A man holding a sword as large as a man's height.

Foward's complexion turned blue when he saw the white light gathering again from his sword.

"Oh, my gosh."

쒜엑엑엑.

A window of light that flies towards the Forwar at the same great speed as before.

Foward drew all his strength together to create more than a hundred layers of protective walls, and immediately collided with a window of light, creating an unpleasant sound.

kwa za za za za za za za.

"Hahaha,·····"

Unlike before, Poir managed to defend himself.

However, more than 90 layers of protective walls were smashed, and there was also a shock.

Feeling his whole body throbbing, Poire began to wonder who that unidentified man was.

Who the hell is this? According to Oracle's information, there was no one with this ability.···.'.'.'.'.'.'.'

a great number of people after the Vulcan

I knew that some of them, especially Chilmani Bae Soo-jin, had more power than I had.

But their power was nothing but the power of the group, and no one could surpass them by personal force alone.

That's what I thought before I ate the Devil's Duke's boots, and now that I've absorbed the power of the item, I don't even think there's anything to compare.

But now, the ability of man to fly a window of light through a huge sword in the distance was never beneath him.

What should I do? You can't win, you can't win, you can't win, you can't win, you know."

a paward who keeps on swearing inside

His expression turned into a mess like that of a vanquished soldier being chased by a mounted disease.

It was because he was rapidly losing confidence.

Because he had a much more instinctive and simple mind than before he absorbed Magi, he immediately got his tail down when his opponent appeared.

He glanced down at the bulky side that was still not rising from the floor.

The idea of a head-on fight with that man was thrown away in the first place.

However, it was so unfair and resentful to leave the bulky fish that I thought was a catch.

I've been looking forward to this day.

With him, I could feel the intense taste I tasted 100 years ago again!

'······빨리 달려가서 불칸을 낚아챈 뒤에 도망갈까?’

The overflow of appetite and greed lifted their heads again.

Foward's face, which looked like a scared puppy, is in a difficult situation.

But the conflict did not last long.

A dazzling beam of light emitted from a sword held in human hands.

As soon as the third window of light was made, Poir had no choice but to stop rolling his baby hairs.

"Ugh, ···, 으!"!"

Poiars who turn around with a dumb sound and leave the battlefield.

The window of light flew once again toward his back, and Poiard retorted with a face stained with fear, blowing a wave of shock.

Boom boom boom!

Seeing that the windows of light, which had smashed through the shock waves one after another, approached the near distance, Fowar again used a protective wall, and flew as far as possible using the rebound as possible when the windows and protective walls collided.

"Laughing!"

Blood spurted from the mouth of Poirot, who could not contain all the shocks.

But he could spread the distance as far as he thought, and in that state he ran away at full speed without looking back.

The man with the sword gave up to chase for Poiar, saying, "I will give up my tongue."

His biggest goal is to protect the blanks anyway.

There was nothing much to be desired now that it was achieved.

He ran at the best speed he could afford and approached the Bulkan.

It was quite slow compared to Foward or Vulcan, and it was unbelievable that he was a man of successive powers enough to get Foward back.

a man who soon reached the front of the Vulcan

He took a bottle of the potion out of the pocket on his waist and tried to hand it over to the Vulcan.

But Vulcan refused his favor.

"It's all right. I've already had a potion."

"Huh, is that so? But you're still in such a bad shape?”

"I've been drinking it continuously, so it's been a little bit less effective."

"I see, you look like a hell of a guy. It looked just like Mr. Foward, and the energy was like looking at a high-ranking devil."

"That's Powell."

"Oh? That guy was Poirot?"

"Yes, I'll explain it later, and I'll say what I have to say."

Vulcan, who forced the upper body that was not moving well, spoke in a polite mannerly.

"Thank you for saving me, Mr. Fantiro."

"Ha-ha. I told you I'd show you if I found the sex sword. I'm just here to keep my promise.”

[Hegatus' warrior Fantagiro with the Holy Sword in hand in hand.

[765Lv(+200)]

Fantasy with a brilliantly shining giant sex sword.

He scratched the back of his head with his hand and received the words awkwardly.