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Of course the price was quite large.

Powell still had quite a bit of time to spare, while he only stood there exhaling from the rough breathing.

But even so, the fact that Powell's Bres could have been blocked from the front was quite surprising considering the current level of the blanks.

"You're a...….’

Powell recalled how he had developed over the past 100 years.

In fact, Vulcan did not achieve such a great achievement that it was said to have broken the wall one notch.

It was just a slight improvement in the habit of trying to get out of the way of leaving the previous capacity.

On top of that, Powell has gained some tips in his life.

'But... ...when I think of all the fighters, the wizards, giving their lives to achieve that little achievement.'

If you think so, you can say that the pace of development in the Vulcan is really great.

The surprise grew even more when he thought of his current position on the right.

Even many gods, including Hokulus, think that they have reached their limits physically, and are focusing on increasing their prestige rather than increasing their physical strength.

It's such a high level that you have to change more than a thousand years to achieve half a step, and that you've shown this improvement in 100 years...….

You're more than me.’

Of all the Yongin people, or gods, he was Powell, who thought his talent was the best.

Naturally, his pride was hurt a lot until he reached this conclusion, and he also stepped up his magic research and personal training to deny it.

He also wanted to get a higher achievement, and look down from a higher place the bulkan, which grew without a pause.

However, as time went by, I could no longer turn a blind eye to the brilliant talent of the Vulcan, which was revealed the more I taught it.

'It's not a gift, it's a system that seems to be heavily dependent on...….’

It is also the ability of the Vulcan.

Powell smiled coolly, revealing his white teeth.

It was the appearance of a man who neatly admitted that the growth of the Vulcan was faster than he was.

But will that make him surpass himself someday? Powell would shake his head if he answered the question:

His endless self-esteem also played a part in making him think, but there was another reason besides that.

It is because Vulcan has not completely changed his old habit yet.

Powell took him to the brink of death, sharing several more with the Vulcan, and returned to the woman's appearance, throwing her own special potion.

It was when he was Yongin, before he had yet to transcend gender.

"You certainly have more ability to pop at once than before."

"Ha, ha...... Is that a compliment, Huck, that?”

"Well, that's a compliment. I'm the type to make sure I'm good at what I'm good at."

"I haven't heard a compliment in 100 years...….”

"Huh, well, you'll do a good job before then.

Looking around the broken landscape for a moment, Powell picked up the right rocks and sat on his chin.

The Vulcan, lying down and shaking his head at the sight, waited for a moment until the energy of the potion turned around.

And as he recovered, he raised his upper body and faced Powell straight.

"Phew, it's good to hear compliments anyway. This attack was pretty useful, right?”

"Yes, it's a combination of two attributes, which is not much of a difference, but......you've extracted the power of unruly fire and lightning to the limit, and now you can unleash a certain amount of latent energy without thinking back.”

"Ha, but I've been told I'm talented in Act 1 and 2. It took me a creepy long time to hear this."

"But."

The Vulcan frowned as Powell showed signs of letting out a negative sound.

It was because he thought there would be another mouth-to-mouth sound.

Vulcan, who didn't want to hear the sound, hit the player and opened his mouth.

"I'm so determined to throw my life away in one blow......that's not as easy as it sounds."

"You still have to. If you want to see a little bit of potential, you'll have to pour everything out at once without leaving any room. Even though I used my lethal move, the fact that I got my attack a couple more times means I had a hesitation.”

"Ha... ..well, that's true to some extent, but...….”

Vulcan nodded.

Reflectively rebelled against Powell's words, but he also knew that there were some hesitation and agony left in his mind.

'If you've poured everything into this attack and it doesn't work, then what? Shouldn't we have insurance in case of that? In case Mr. Powell shoots at Bres and runs right into it, there's a firelight under the ground, and...….’

This, which ordinary masters say is a number fight.

Powell defined this as a sordid idea.

He preached to Vulcan that wasting his mind with these thoughts would slow down his movements, and that he could not contain all his strength in one number without realizing it.

At first, it was a blanks that refuted all those ridiculous claims.

However, the more he fought with Powell, the more he dealt with fire and lightning in a desperate situation, the more Vulcan gradually sympathized with what he said.

A battle of numbers, calculations, estimates, brainplay.

Dealing with these things, epilepsy, and flames is totally out of sync.

'I'm just going to smash, tear, and kill every enemy I see! Do you need any other ideas in the process? No! Go on your own, don't hold back!'

Powell's teachings that have continued throughout the last 100 years of the battle.

Vulcan has been tired of his words, but he has tried his best to keep them, trying to break his habit.

But as long as it wasn't in a world of unconsciousness as it had been in the past, the Vulcan couldn't move perfectly in that state.

He sighed.

It was very frustrating that it didn't go according to his own mind.

Of course, there was a lot to be gained.

Some powerful techniques, including a dye sword, obtained during training.

The amount of mana available at a time that developed after following Powell's battle methods, which had been given away by dogs such as the arrangement of forces.

Other movements that are much more practical and softer than before.

His current level was 1,200, up 100 from 1,100, but his actual strength was tens of thousands more than that.

But the Vulcan could not be satisfied with them.

No, I didn't want to be satisfied.

'If you were going to stop here, you wouldn't have come to Act 3.’

thought-out blanks

He felt more than 80 percent recovered and tried to jump back at Powell.

But Powell held back the blanks by spreading out his white palms.

He said so.

"That's it for today. No, I'll stop the sparrow for a while."

"......why? Someone who enjoyed sparring more than I did."

As the Bulkan said, Powell was quite enjoying the confrontation with him.

Few of the gods enjoyed fighting against God, and were happy to see the continued development of the Vulcan.

Powell, who had no intention of hiding it, nodded.

"That's true. But there's something more important than that.”

"What's important? Oh, do you...….”

"Yes. The research is final. In a little while......I think we can make it, the entrance to the magye."

Powell's face was very bright after finishing his words.

She looks excited and excited like a girl on the eve of her overseas trip.

Although he was originally a Powell who did not hide his feelings, he often saw similar images, but today he seemed particularly happy.

He said so.

"Are you so happy to go to the slaughter of the other kings?"

"Of course! Hugh, I feel so good that I feel like I'm going to fly!"

In fact, it was Powell, who twirled around with his arms open and slowly rose to the sky.

Vulcan smiled as he watched his cheerful appearance.

Because he remembered his sister who had been around a long time ago.

After watching Powell twirling around for so long, Vulcan quietly left the agameth-level horse world, which became Powell's hideout.

Because it was quite hard to get Powell back in such a world of his own.

After sneaking out of Powell and taking a break for a while, Vulcan took out an entrance to the unstable horse-riding and opened the portal.

Then he threw himself away and waited for the system message to come to mind, looking at the now familiar landscape of red light.

A ring.

[Questions!]

"Defeat the Maharam River at the level of the regular quest morukoru, and destroy the Waggy."

[Difficulty level C+class (by horse meter)]

[Compensation Mass Experience]

*Boss Monster, who rules the world of the Morukoru level, destroy the Mahwang Maram River and trample the world thoroughly.

"......C+."

The blanks disguised as Balok murmured lowly.

C+ by horseback, means that the level of the devil reaches the late 1200s.

The former Vulcan would have left to find another horse, smacking his mouth with regret, instead of overdoing his opponent.

But now I've just finished my fight with Powell, and I'm in a state of course.

On top of that, he was thinking more deeply about his "snowledgement," which has always been his topic.

Maybe it was because he did.

Vulcan made a very unusual judgment and released the "covering" skill of the Devil's Peacock Set.

Shu Wuowook.

Vulcan returned to normal human form from the rough and enormous Balok in an instant.

But it's only in the human race that his appearance is normal.

In horseback riding, it was impossible to find a more heterogeneous figure.

Furthermore, the inviolable existence of God has spread throughout the world of horseback riding.

Sure enough, the nearby demons were moving in a tumultuous manner, which was captured in the Vulcan's air.

"You've entered pretty close this time. All right."

Mumbling to himself, Vulcan quickly kicked his seat and headed for it.

a galloping bulky as if it had become a bolt of lightning.

The demons, looking at his unfamiliar appearance, rushed wildly, showing a mixture of fear, malice and flesh.

"Kiaaaaah! Kill him!"

"Our main enemy!"

"Where are you putting that dirty foot in!"

Demons approaching without caring for their own lives as if they were brainwashed.

Vulcan glanced at them with an emotionless look and stretched out his arms.

It's falling out!

A lightening field that spreads around him in a circular form.

The demons burned to the ground by it disappeared, throwing up countless items.

The blanks that blew up a village in such a blink of an eye.

He moved again to slaughter the other demons, and about an hour passed.

And finally a deep voice pierced his ear.

Vulcan, with a smile on his expressionless face so far, turned his head.

A great demon with seven horns on its head, twisted like a hideous scrotum.

[Mawang Maram River]

[1286Lv]

[Strongness: Evil]

[potential: best]

* King of the Morukoru dimension

* I'm very angry with you.

* Full of life.

It's 86 times higher than that.

Vulcan, who watched his ability to rank high among the C+ kings, looked where he stood.

But it wasn't the Mahwang Maram River he was actually looking at.

The one with his unfocused eyes inside.

It was a powerful dragon, Powell, who remained a huge wall to himself for 100 years.

"Don't hesitate, don't back down, don't be afraid of death, and beat to death as you like?"

Having thought of Powell's theory once again, Vulcan smiled with one mouth wide open.

a preposterous, but fitting lesson for him

At the same time, however, it was a necessary theory for him.

In a way, the current idea might be a stupid one, and the style he used to stick to in the old days might be a wise one.

If you raise the level as safely as you go up the stairs step by step, you will reach a higher level than anyone else.

The day will come when Powell, who is nearing 1,450 levels, will look down on him someday.

But the Vulcan felt instinctively.

a greater being than him

In order to be reborn as a more powerful being than that, I think the time has come to walk on thorns away from the well-cleaned road so far.

"If you rely solely on the gaming system......will only be a little stronger Uruo in the end!’

A thought that flashed through the head of the Vulcan at one point.

It was a future he never wanted, a future he didn't even want to think about.

He took the lightning sword of the brain cavity, alternating between Powell's teachings and his thoughts.

Then he pointed a sword at the Maram River, the king of evil who looked ugly.

'For the sake of jumping over Powell faster, for my fun...... this is the right way.’

The current situation in which the half-victory rate is not guaranteed, unlike before when the 99 percent victory was assured and fought.

A bright smile caught the mouth of Vulcan, who had been experiencing the breathtaking tension for a long time.

He spoke quietly.

"Come on."