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Maram River, the Devil's King, who screamed in anger after hearing the insolent words of the Vulcan.

And while feeling chilling at the sight, the sparkle that was also felt at the same time.

The two jumped at the other side at the same time as if they had promised.

Vulcan cut a 20-meter-long brain-new sword diagonally, as if it were hitting the soldier's neck in a horseback.

The Maram River drew a lot of horsemanship in his right hand to take it head-on.

Then, as the bear grabbed the salmon with its front paws, he swung his hand vigorously at the sword of the Vulcan.

Quaaaaaaaaaaang!

Blimey!

A great clash of power and strength!

A tremendous shock wave broke out with a roar of harsh beatings on the eardrum.

The earth split as if it had been an earthquake and turned ugly, and some of the hills that had risen around it were crushed into small pieces and scattered across the atmosphere.

From afar, the other horsemen who had been on the march with the devil in the same scene as the light and darkness itself collide, were frightened and spread the distance.

Nevertheless, some slow-response marjols were swept away by the two's airwaves, and other demons watching it gulped.

How could such a fight exist?

They were astonished at the sincere offensive of the Ma king, who had seen him for the first time, while also astonished at his opponent, who had not backed away from him.

But it's too early for them to be surprised.

The combination just before is just the beginning.

The Vulcan and the Maram rivers shook heaven and earth by throwing up more harsh seams against each other.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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Every time they split up, the shock waves, the sparks, and the strong maggots that flowed out created chaos.

In a short period of time, less than 10 seconds, the surrounding land was damaged beyond recognition of its early form, and the two shared as much sum as they could not even count, admiring each other's strength.

No, in the case of the Mahwang Maram River, he was shocked beyond wonder.

Because the power of the brain power shown by that tiny little boy was well above his expectations.

'I thought I was going to say something as soon as I saw it, but I didn't know it was this bad!’

The pride of the Maram River began to crack when the man who thought he was at least a step below himself showed no retreat in the face of his attack.

He pushed the Vulcan even harder according to the path of Park Tu-sul inherited from his predecessor Ma Wang, and did all he could to drive his opponent into a corner.

the more subtle laws and laws of the Maram River

Although he might be embarrassed by the mysterious techniques of the Maram River, which reminded him of the fight against the Chunma Gangsi during the Act 2, the Vulcan stuck to the one-sided attitude of attack.

Even if the king's fist, like a cannon, touches his ear, and the king's legs, which are stronger than the dinosaur's, sweeps his eyes, he is not afraid of it and puts more energy into his brain.

In addition, the destruction of the heavens and the fists of Efret kept the vegetation of the Maram River tangled.

Of course he could have done damage to the Vulcan if he had to bear the loss.

However, considering the profit and loss, it was not very tempting.

Such an operation would be useful if it was at least in a situation where it would give up weight and take a bone.

It was only a plus or minus zero to exchange flesh for flesh or bones as it is now.

A little better time will come....when that time comes, I'll pop your brain and drink your brains out!'

But such an opportunity rarely came.

Rather, the Maram River, the king of the underworld, was pushed back, and the blanks were driving him away.

The Maram River began to be pushed back by the spirit of the Vulcan, which poured out swords and magic toward the king with a vast spirit, as if there was no back, and as if there was no tomorrow.

I had no choice but to.

Whenever there was a situation in which both sides hurt each other, their responses were sharply divided.

From the king's point of view, who thinks he is more of a master than his opponent, he was extremely reluctant to create a situation in which they cause serious damage to each other.

Therefore, when such a time came, I tried to cross the flow in a more defensive manner.

But Vulcan's behavior was totally different from that.

You lose weight and take a bone?

Such sloppy thinking could never be done in front of a man who was stronger than himself.

Rather, it is necessary to go forward with the idea that even if you give up your bones, you will be drunk enough to give your opponent a cold blow.

Vulcan was brainwashed into this mindset through his long training with Powell, and much of it had improved, though not completely imbued with his ideas.

'Of course there's still a long way to go, but...….’

Still, he thought he was much more determined than the prideful King of the Apostles.

His sword stretched again at the same speed as lightning.

Kagang!

The Mahwang Maram River, which hurriedly blocked it with his fingernails.

He kicked up his feet without even a sigh of relief, widening his distance from the Vulcan.

His face revealed an incredible expression.

Vulcan raised his mouth's tail unpleasantly, as if he liked his expression, and the Maram River rolled with a fit of anger and banged his feet!

'Why! Why!'

He couldn't possibly understand the current situation.

No, I couldn't accept my pride whether I understood it or not.

If he thought about it after finishing the battle, he would have noticed his mistake, but now the battle is in full swing.

He was not given the freedom to repeat in such a leisurely place.

The blood-stained Maram River burst into a great roar of anger.

"Argh! I'll kill you!"

But his shouting was useless in battle.

Rather, the Vulcan, instinctively capturing the gap, wielded even stronger power than before and swung the sword horizontally.

Unlike before, even a faint spark between the sparks is still young.

It was an example of the entry into the early stage of the stingray sword.

Flame energy that has not been lifted because of the rapid exchange of agreements.

As it swung around the central cerebral cortex, a terrifying sense of hypocrisy emanated from the sword.

The car was still immature and could not be fully developed without time for preparation, but thanks to the Maram River, which lost its reason in anger, it found room to use.

Stubborn!

in a blaze of anger

Like a meteor shower falling from the sky, a black sword is rapidly reaching out for the devil's stomach.

Seeing the blanks coming in with the terrible energy, the Maram River felt the first threat of life since the battle began.

So far, although he was somewhat behind, he had never thought he would lose.

However, when the best technology of the Vulcan was imperfectly revealed, the alarm went off loudly in the head of the Maram River, and I came to realize that this was not the case.

A situation where you have to do whatever you want!

The face of the Maram River dimmed with anguish.

Because the way he thought of it was a penalty technique that was very hard on his body.

Of course, if you use it, you can get your hands on the power to guarantee over 90 percent of victory, but...….

'After the battle, when I think of those guys who'll take advantage of my weakness and build up my strength...….’

Thinking about the aftereffects of the technology over 100 years, I wanted to avoid using it as much as possible.

But there was no way.

It was self-evident that if he was hit by that sword of tremendous power that is now reaching for him, he would be deprived of this opportunity to think about the future.

He finally broke all the chains of hesitation and tried to use his best technique, "Massin Gangrim."

But... ...

That short moment.

a slight chasm created by the momentary agony

Vulcan, who captured it by the instinct of the beast, made additional numbers to stop things from going as the Maram River wanted.

"Super-heated Hell."

I can't remember the mythical flame-meter skill, super-heated hell he learned when he was still a ninety-nine-level whore.

It was a low-level, limited magic, but his super-heated hell, which grew with the blanks, had already become a magic of a completely different power than it was then.

The flame, further enhanced by the flame-meter skill buff of the super-heated hell, wound roughly around the lightning sword of the brain cavity.

But for a moment, the sparks that frown on the flames and the energy of the brain warfare that spread out freely.

No matter how fast he moved, it seemed impossible to tie two forces together until he reached the Maram River.

However, if the power is poured out from a long distance, it will be significantly less powerful than stabbing it with a sword.

In that awkward situation, Vulcan smiled faintly and used the Spirit of Fire.

in a blaze of anger

The bulky space that has been thrown off the mask of the body and turned into a flame.

He smiled even more after he had found the fire of a super-heated hell stretching out to the feet of the Maram River.

Shu Shu-t.

As if using the Cheongnyong Vision Reclamation Method, the Vulcan reached the very edge of the king's nose in no time.

In his eyes came the expression of the Ma Wang-maram River, stained with embarrassment.

As if he was trying to do something, he felt a creepy spell in his gradually swelling body.

It's a technique that runs to the extremes of absurdity, like it's borrowing a lot of power from somewhere.

But it's too late for it to be activated.

Without hesitation, the Vulcan thrust a dagger into the pit of the Maram River, and could hear him groan faintly.

“……!”

The Maram River overlooking the sword that stabbed itself with vain eyes.

His trembling gaze managed to turn toward the Vulcan, and his mouth opened slightly.

the appearance of saying something

But he ended his life without saying what he was going to say.

Whooooooooooooh!

As if a balloon that had been greatly expanded had been stabbed in a awl, the Maaram River bursts in all directions.

His six-piece flapped the Bulkan on the cheek, and a disgusting horse rose.

The blanks, which had been forced up quickly, were affected.

A disheveled head, a heavy body as if bogged down.

The bulkan, who forced his heart to boil like he was about to vomit blood, quickly ingested the potion that Powell made and put the lightning sword of the brain cavity to the ground.

Then he put his hands on it and raised his chin with an arrogant look on his face.

It's like a performance to let the public know who's the winner and who's the loser.

The fact was nothing but a bluff to conceal his poor condition, but no demon watching him from afar could grasp his physical condition.

They just stare at the imposing figure of the Vulcan, not even thinking about keeping their mouth open.

It was only after one mazole screamed and ran away that they came to their senses.

"...Ma, Your Majesty has lost! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!

A small devil who escapes far away from the Vulcan in fear.

Usually, he was an assistant to the sword and hit his neck, but now he couldn't.

They were also overwhelmed by the mythical image of Vulcan.

Countless horsemen began to run away from the bulkans, as soon as a small demon fled.

After such a short time, there was no life left on the earth where the Vulcan stood.

“…….”

The Vulcan, which has finally recovered more than 90 percent of its condition.

He slowly moved his hands and feet, looked around at the sword and recreated the fight just now.

There were a lot of dangerous moments, and luck seemed to have followed them, but...….

In any case, it was the best result of an impulsive act that even thought of his death.

In addition, the content of the battle was also very appealing to him.

As one's own instincts, as one pleases.

Not caring about his own safety, riding on the violent inclinations of epilepsy and flames, he pushed the Maram River hard, and it enabled him to win victory.

The problem is, I don't think I can do this again.….’

What happened just now is like an accident that happened in a state of unrelenting excitement, after a confrontation with Powell.

It was a moment to say that he usually gave 120 percent of his energy.

It was a long way from Powell, who was confident in his way and showed the best violence at any moment.

'......it's not easy, either. To give up one's hesitation.'

The blanks that are not satisfied even though they have had good results.

So for a moment, closing his eyes and organizing his thoughts, he slowly unfolded his flying magic and emerged into the air.

I never thought it would be easy anyway.

100 years, 200 years, maybe more.

Combining all the years we've lived so far, it may be impossible to raise the proficiency of epilepsy and flame to the next level.

But it was okay. Vulcan thought it was okay.

Unlike before, it was a Vulcan who lived only for me without any burden on his shoulders.

If only he could spend all his time, talent, and concentration on the other side...….

'Someday I'll be able to get to where I want to be.’

Of course, it was not yet known where the location was.

For now, I'm just running forward.

Vulcan laughed as he recalled Powell, the creature who had been galloping before him for a long time.

"First, we've set our primary goal. Let's run for our goal.”

Paaaaang!

Vulcan flying at high speed, ripping the atmosphere roughly.

The epilepsy that covered his whole body lit up the sky of the horse world, and that day the demons at the Morukoru level had to taste hell.