Max Level Newbie

A warrior at the Galactic level who has faced numerous demons but has not broken the sword.

He was strong enough to withstand all the aspirations, resentment, expectations and curses of all, but he could not control his trembling body.

The fundamental fear that even a newborn child, whose concept of good and evil is not well established, can instinctively feel.

An infinitely close presence was trying to emerge through that portal.

Hamilton unwittingly dropped the sword he was holding onto the floor.

The clapping teeth were a direct indication of how scared he was.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"No, no, no!"

Hamilton was a gentleman.

The rest of the rebels, who were at a lower level than him, were screaming and backing away, then turned around and tried to run away.

But the Vulcan limited their movements through psychic magic.

Because when members of the Resistance are dispersed, it becomes more difficult to protect them.

'They, too, were called the last bastion of mankind in a hopeless world....you must have a good mental capacity.’

They were by no means lacking.

The energy of the unknown was just evil and intense.

Vulcan, who breathed in his mana and gave them a little boost, turned his head again and looked toward the portal.

Instinct was constantly warning him to run away, but he clenched his teeth and held his own heart.

It was unacceptable to run away against a person who showed only one arm.

However, it became difficult for the Bulk to maintain calm after its unknown existence bulldozed out its arms and expanded as if tearing apart a narrow portal, revealing its huge physique.

In order to control the feelings of moldy disgust, displeasure and fear in his mind, he pulled up a lot of mana and looked at him.

A dark red skin, as of ordinary demons.

Skin that looks harder than any substance in the world.

One head, two arms, two legs.

It was an ordinary appearance that seemed little different from other demons, if you know.

Even the enormous size of about 5 meters was something that could be seen in the world of horseback riding.

But even a man with a good stomach would have no choice but to be in vain if he faced the faces of dozens of demons all over his body and the look distorted by the pain.

A horrible look, as if all the evils and absurdities of the world had been materialized.

The bulkan, which saw it, gnashed its teeth to the point where it made a loud.

It wasn't because the guy in front of his eyes was stronger than he was.

Faces plastered here and there in his body, as if on a wall.

Because the Vulcan knew that it was located in the most visible part of the faces.

"Foward!"

A creature who has not cared much since he had enough power, that is, after coming out of the dark light.

However, it was the predator Poire who caused the biggest crisis in his life.

So there was a bit of discomfort left when he left Act 2, but it was a blanks that I never expected to reunite in this way.

No, can that be called a forewar?

The Vulcan shook his head with a serious look on his face.

Then he used his scanning ability.

[Strange Horror Rock Seager]

[1,382Lv]

[Psychology: Absolute Evil]

[potential: Unable to measure]

* A terrible chimera born from the implantation of an ancient predator, "Foward," into the body of the chimera maker, "Rock Seager." Then he ate and absorbed countless demons, becoming the disgusting look he is now. The worst chimera ever gets stronger as it eats up its opponent.

* Loss of self due to predation that has lost control.

* I'm currently thinking about who to hunt first.

'Kimera's maker! He was aiming for Poire instead of me!'

The maker of chimera, which was his biggest headache in the early days of Act 2.

He's also been drawing attention since he's been invisible at some point, and I never thought he'd be seen in a different level of horsemanship, not an Asgard.

The Vulcan who solved the secret that I didn't know about. Ah! exclaimed at

"Crrrrr..."

A rock-seager that responds to the sound made by the Vulcan.

Feeling the glimmering eyes slowly heading toward him with his appetite, Vulcan felt the back of his back cool.

At this moment, all the ideas in his head were gone.

It didn't matter why the chimera maker Lock Seager in Act 2 jumped out of the portal for some reason.

I could no longer think of the fierce battle with Powell and the relentless style of fighting that I had realized through the recent aggressive witchcraft.

Only the thought of turning his attention to the other side before that gaze reaches him fills his mind!

"If you fought with him now......they're all going to die! I and all the men in the slave camp!'

After thinking, Vulcan used magic in the direction of Muduela.

An infinite bunch of natures he can cast the fastest.

The Vulcan, which quickly created them on the head of Mu Duella, used a series of explorations to create explosions.

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

"Huck!"

Muduela also seemed to be embarrassed by the appearance of Rock Seager, but she was in a state of confusion despite her basic magic.

Of course, he quickly shook his chest after finding out that there was no particular blow, but there was a much bigger problem than that.

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... Legg play."

Saliva flowed from the mouth of an old man with red eyes, on his shoulders.

And at the same time the mouths of demons clinging to his whole body were overflowing with liquid.

Rock Seagar, whose whole body was turned into shiny by saliva in an instant.

His eyes were directed at Muduela, not the bullcahn, who was originally intended to be the target.

The face of an old man who smiles as if he were looking at a game, or a fancy dinner.

A harsh curse came out of the mouth of Muduela, who exchanged his gaze head-on with such a rock-seager.

"Damn it!"

"Hahahaha!"

Quack, boom!

Rock Seager approaching towards Muduela, crushing the ground with a wild leap.

Vulcan turned the scene without even looking to the end of the clash.

Then he took the five insurgents by the collar in both hands, and quickly ran toward the slave camp.

At present, Vulcan's head was full of thoughts that he had to leave the place as soon as possible, so there was no time to see what had become of Muduela.

'The difference between the power of Muduela and Lak Seager is quite big......of course he's a master of avoidance and defense, but he never knows when he'll come after you again!’

Indeed, Vulcan, who had a nervous look for the first time in a long time, moved busier.

Qua'ang!

low-key

Behind him came a succession of bursts and crumbling sounds.

*

'Oh, my... crazy! How could you do this?’

"Muduela, who has lived in the horse world for many years and met all kinds of extraordinary demons."

But now this monstrous fellow who is pushing himself roughly was so unusual that he could not be found anywhere else.

Even though it was clear that it was not the devil, it was incomprehensible that he had the devil-class magic in his body, and that he had such a great physical ability that he was far beyond himself.

And a more surprising fact than all those things put together.

The devil's face on his right shoulder looked exactly like his brother, Mukuela.

'No! That's not the level of resemblance, that's my brother! I'm sure!'

Though he was heavily polluted and transformed by an unknown force, a spirit similar to himself.

From what it feels on his shoulder, that face was certain of his brother.

Not only that, but also the faces of demons all over his body were evidently the high demons his brother was normally close to.

But how on earth.

How did he absorb the power of his brother and many other demons and make them his own?

'It's impossible for even me to absorb the magic of other demons! No, any demon other than me!'

the Mahwangdo of the War, where they took their own lives.

I had never heard of such a miraculous thing done by the king of that era, even by that time.

Muduela continued to roll her head with intensely boiling curiosity.

But the idea didn't last very long.

A monster that gradually accelerates and drives a mu Duella faster.

It was because he lacked the power to block his fist, kick, and head-butt.

The attack of the monster, which seemed stronger than his brother, or the king of the past, slowly sank.

Ugh!

Chai shi!

When at last the cape wielded for defense was torn by the monster's teeth, and his left leg was blown away by the monster's right hand.

He had a hunch that the end of his long life had come.

memories of the past passing by like a flash of lightning

The first time I was born in Maggie and had a self, when I ascended to the throne of the devil, when I became the ruler of the devil, and enjoyed all the pleasures and luxury.….

All those moments of glory passed, and the last thing that came to his mind was none other than the image of the Vulcan.

'I wish he could be his prey.’

At the end of this thought, Muduela was breathless by the hands of Rock Seager.

Caught by the right hand of the fast-wielding rock-seager, he lost all his upper body, including his head, in one bite, and was erased from the world without leaving a trace in two bites.

a thud thud

Quad Deuk, Cad Deuk.

Rock Seagar, who mumbled his mouth with a satisfied look as if he had eaten a delicious gourmet dish.

Then he shuddered and roared.

Kuo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

Muduela the king, who was quickly digested with his distant cries.

His face, like his older brother Mukuela, has become part of the body of a rock siger.

His face, blooming from the face of the predator, Poiar, who was swimming twenty-two years old, soon stopped near his left shoulder and clung to his skin like a tree with its roots.

Rock Seager, who was kneeling, breathing hard during the work, soon rose up and looked far away.

a very appetizing fellow

And somehow, I think I've met him before.

He stamped his foot hard to pick up the coveted fruit.

Qua'ang!

Rock Seager flying at a terrifying speed like a rocket.

A huge mass of light was seen in his vision, breaking everything that stood in his way.

The size is large enough for 10 ordinary humans to hold hands.

A circular blue portal and people who quickly tuck themselves in between.

The presence surrounded by golden light came into his eyes as he looked at the gradually decreasing number of people with a regretful look.

Dozens of faces on his body, one that made him drool from every mouth on it.

The mouth-watering fellow was facing himself with a sword.

After confirming it, he gave a big smile that ripped under his ears.

He would have the ability to run away through that circular door before he approached, because he seemed to confront himself without running away.

"Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

He was so happy that his prey was still in place that he laughed with his voice.

But when the sword, which was shining in golden color, gradually reddened, and they exploded toward themselves as they were being magnified.

When that intense, hot force was sprayed on him, he could no longer smile.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Like Powell's Bres, the energy of the sword of dye poured out, covered his whole body, and Rock Seager howled loudly.

an end

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