Necro Master

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It was time for loyalty to enter the interior of the island under Marek's guidance. Marek's destination was really where the saint was located. How did you know that? It was because the destination saw a woman who was presumed to be a saint.

The image of the saint was a little different from what I had imagined. The word "saint" in addition to the clean outfit of pure white, it was an image that emitted an unattainable holy feeling.

But her appearance was far from pure white. The dirt and soil covered my whole body was more like a wandering refugee than a saint. That's how hard it must have been to move your body.

The girl who looked like that was not alone. There were dozens of dwarves and several children around her.

Of course, there were no people standing properly except for the saint. Everyone was sick from the island environment. It's not just the trauma. There are numerous internal injuries caused by bad energy.

To take care of them, the saint was busy moving.

However, she also did not look good. It was because no matter how much they could move, they were still swarming. How restless she was, her standing and moving body seemed to be in grave danger. Every time I move, I feel very sorry for her.

And many of the sacred energies that Marek felt, in fact, came from young children.

Unlike the Dwarves who came with the Holy Spirit, the children seemed to have been abandoned here in the first place. It could be known if I listened to the words of the following saint.

“Poor children... I can't believe they were dragged here because they have so much divine power..." ”

The perverts who sent the Holy Spirit here. They were trampling on the sprouts that would have a good impact on the development of the Holy Nation in the future. But she no longer complained. There was nothing I could do, even if I was complaining.

I just move to take care of the fallen. He approached the children and dwarves suffering from fever and began to nurse them.

However, the two eyes of the saint moving towards them were strange. Is he unable to open his eyes? Her eyes were closed. But the eyes of the saint were on those who were sick. I couldn't even use my eyes properly, but I didn't know how I could see and move.

After all, she takes care of those who seem to be breathless right away. She doesn't even take care of her body.

There were a group of people laughing at the appearance of such a saint. Their numbers were pretty good.

“Hehehe. Saint Sylvia. Stop your hardship.It won't do you any good. ”

“Do you think they can hold out? Not a chance. Instead of helping me stay here... ”

“Leave it alone. They'll give up. Let's keep an eye out for the cute lady to run away. ”

“Heh heh. Will my lady run away? Let's just be good at protecting them from the crazies. The old inmates get in trouble when they mess with them. ”

Yes. In fact, the saints, dwarves and children called Sylvia were trapped inside a huge fence.

Sylvia hears a lot of ridicule outside the fence, but she doesn't respond. I was just silently devoted to the care. She knew there was nothing to be gained by reacting to their ridicule.

Sylvia lost her sight the moment she became a saint. Instead, she was given a new eye by God called Siman. I got those eyes that project the inner image of the target.

People outside the fence in her view. They look like ugly, dirty monsters. He had to. They were greedy and killed by their own servants.

Of course, they weren't the only ones. Everything she saw when she was in the Holy Land was a monster in a human hood. That's why I always went out and dedicated myself to volunteering, but after doing such an activity, I was drawn here.

They had no intention of getting themselves out. The day I plan to keep this place locked up and keep an eye on a new saint from being born.

Although the situation was dire, she gripped it and survived. And for now, I decided not to think about anything else. Taking care of those in need first.

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It was time for the saint to take care of the wounded, being ridiculed by many. Marek and his loyalty move endlessly to one point. It was not just the bad grass that prevented the movement. Huge carnivores. They have moved the branches and have twisted their loyalty to Marek.

In a way, the cannibals were more annoyed by the twigs than by the sharp but still dark grasses. It was not a hassle every time I went along the road.

Of course, there was no loyalty to Marek. I was just passing through as far as I could.

Marek, who was flying over the endless bush, followed closely by someone in front of him. The only thing standing in the way of these two were the villains who lived here.

[The Mad Evil Appears.]

[The wicked have recognized you.]

The appearance of the wicked was very bizarre. There are no more human forms left of him. Melted skin and sharpened nails. And the irrational look in his eyes. If you look at it, you're just a monster.

He rushed as soon as he found his loyalty with Marek. Is it because Marek thinks it's hard to rush because he's flying in the sky? The target, which the wicked rushed immediately, was loyal.

Surprisingly, the wicked are completely uninterrupted by evil grass and cannibalism. I might have adapted to the environment that well. If not, what did they do?

But there was no time to solve the curiosity. Faithfulness was to greet the wicked who rush at once.

As the distance to the wicked was narrowed, the first thing to react was the skill of loyalty. His skill reacts when an enemy's perceived presence comes within a certain range. The skills used were not other. Not long ago, it was a life drain that became stronger as ranks rose.

[Applies to the evil man whose life drain has gone mad.]

[Consistently absorbs the life force of a madman.]

Life drains that did not work on cannibalism or bad grass were easily used on the bad guys.

When the life drain was automatically applied, his skin began to lose vitality. It didn't look so good because it was skin that had been shed in the first place. However, his skin has changed worse than before.

But instead of embarrassing him, he was even more frenzied.

“Gaaaah!”

He was a wicked man who rushed into loyalty, drooling whether he had lost his mind. It resembled an evil spirit.

Marek tried to use his skills to help his loyalty as the villain ran into a daze. But it didn't have to be. The strength of the wicked was not worth worrying about.

Loyalty made peace with a fist to the wicked man who put monstrous fingernails into him. The feisty fist surrounded by dark speculation shifts and the surrounding wind blows.

Whoo-hoo!

Such a fist of loyalty struck the nails of the wicked. And the result was so sorry to spit it out. It was that embarrassing.

It was the wicked man's fingernails that broke as soon as the loyalty and the wicked man's fingernails struck. The wicked man's fingernails do no harm to his loyalty and are crushed instantly.

It didn't end there. The loyalty did not stop his fierce fist. Rather, I slowed down even more. The destination was the abdomen of the wicked.

The wicked don't even react properly, even with more loyalty sticking out their fists. It's because the enormous pain caused him to lose his mind at the moment his nails were smashed.

“Kuaaaak!”

A fist of loyalty soon pierces the abdomen of the wicked who can't even resist. At the same time, an enormous noise rang out. It felt like I was hitting the drum hard.

Puang!

With that sound, the body of the wicked flew far away. The flying wicked body shows no movement. The reason why the wicked were not moving was simple. It was because he was no longer alive.

As the body of the wicked flew away, the system came to light. Even before the body of the wicked fell to the ground, he was defeated.

[The whole section of the Evil One exploded.]

[An extremely traumatized villain suffers and dies.]

[You have defeated the Mad Evil.]

[Learn 500 Karma.]

It was so simple. I could kill it with one punch. Disables the target with a single blow without any difficulty. I knew there was something there because I was a villain living here. But it was just a stupid monster.

The wicked were no worse off than any monster I've ever met. compared to the amount of karma he's given.

‘I shouldn't have worried. ’

It was just a scary place. The wicked themselves were nothing. Of course, it may seem that the wicked seem relatively weak due to their increased loyalty. But what was important was that the wicked here did not become opponents of loyalty.

Of course, there were many evil men. But I wasn't worried about loyalty.

‘It is not something to worry about without being with others. ’

Then we decided to move faster from now on. I was just on the move with a little caution because of the villain who might show up. However, given the level of the wicked, I didn't think it was necessary from now on.

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As you enter the interior of the island, the frequency of evil begins to increase. However, the wicked did not become a single opponent of loyalty. If you encounter loyalty, you simply pay Karma back and walk away.

It didn't matter if one appeared, two appeared, or more appeared. The results were all consistent.

And the horse was evil, and they were monsters, not men. All of them looked similar to what was influenced here on the island called the camp.

After all, faithfulness continues to advance, believing that Hound will deal well with the bodies of the wicked.

How far did it go? The loyalty that followed Marek finally found the place where the saints and dwarves were supposed to be.