A woman walks out of the darkness.
She was carrying a little backpack, and the baby was gorgeous and pretty. She looks so good on her back.
She was the owner of a cute look that wanted to hug both men and women with a concave neck.
One particular thing was the eyes.
It was gray like that of a dead man. But it looked so cute that it looked rather mysterious and special, rather than creepy.
The woman smiles and greets.
"It's been a long time."
"It's been a while. How are you?"
"I still live with the smell of blood."
"Haha, I'm not so different myself."
Her expression was slightly stiff compared to the darker ones who were cheerfully beaten by her. I was sure I didn't like her, but I didn't show her disdain.
The woman said, looking at the dark abnormality.
"Still."
I could see that it wasn't meant well, whether it was an attitude or a massive body.
The dark anomaly, who was stumbling on one cheek, smiled and said.
"People don't change that easily."
"Not an excuse for laziness?"
This time, the other cheek slipped. Even though he was smiling carelessly, the dark abnormalities were very cold and cold.
The tension between the two of them escalated and the dark object opened its mouth.
"We have a problem."
"Looks that way."
"You step forward."
"What outcome would you like?"
"Get rid of him."
"You want me to kill someone who shuts down four of Yashi's shops at once? Impossible spell."
"You would."
"The opponent seems to see the downturn of his heyday. I know the organization once had a debate about eliminating degenerates."
"I did. He couldn't endure injustice for so long. Thanks to you, the days of the Underworld's oath will be recorded as the times when our profits were least humiliating."
"Many times there have been stories about getting rid of him, but we haven't been able to put him into practice. It was hard to find the weaknesses of the low ranks, and I was afraid that this side would be swept away. But you want me to kill someone who's comparable to that lowlife? It's too much."
It was said to be absurd, but the woman's expression was relaxed. She looked young, but she was never young to say her face. She was unpredictable in age.
"But he's not lowly."
"I don't know. I would have run away already."
The woman smiled. Her smiling face is so cute and innocent.
"Please."
"That's all the subject has to say, so I'm going to have to step up."
"Thank you.“
"But you know the price, right?"
Her gray eyes sparkle slightly.
"Of course."
"Okay, let's get the money started right away."
The woman unpacked her losing back. I opened a colorful and cute backpack and took out a small bottle inside.
Next, the woman pulls out a knife from her luggage. It was a half-moon bent knife, carved along its back like a snake. Looking closely, it was a strange creature, not even a snake.
The woman took out a mortal pain and gave it to the Dark One.
"Have some."
The dark object drank it without a word. The dark abnormality only watched him with a somewhat uneasy and unfavourable look.
Next, the woman walks up the sleeves of a dark target.
Evil.
Slightly slit your forearm with a bent blade, and blood begins to flow. The first bottle the woman took out was filled with blood.
As soon as one bottle was full, I blocked the stopper and put it in my precious backpack.
"Okay, I got the start-up payment. Oh, you know what? You have to give me another bottle of blood when you're done."
"I'm well aware."
The reason she was called a blood merchant was because she was a real blood merchant. Just as other merchants receive silver coins and carry out their missions, she wants the blood of her opponent.
"Since I bought blood, I should pay for it. Leave him to me."
"Thank you."
"Rather, I thank you. I'll call you when I'm done."
The trafficker took his back and disappeared there.
The dark anomaly that was watching said to the dark object.
"Whenever I see her, she's a bitch."
"How often can a woman provoke you like this? So we can get rid of him. An ordinary woman would never do that."
"Do you know what you use that blood for?"
"I don't know."
"But can you sell blood like this?"
"Why not? If only I could get some blood out and clean up this mess."
"There might be another way. There are other masters in the Dark Lord besides the Yashi Combat Guild right now, right?"
"Will they be able to make a move on the spleen? What about you?"
"I'll give it to you right now."
"Yes, thank you. One that I'll leave for later in case you come to my place."
"Haha, I have no such greed."
As he laughs, the rich house rumbles.
"Sometimes you change your mind and get greedy. Come on, let's go. Let's have a drink."
"Very well, let's drink all night."
The two of them moved with smiles. At the entrance to Yashi is the book of the Holy Spirit.
The dark object pauses in front of him.
"Yashi is closed, so you go back to what you were doing."
"Yes, I understand."
He answered politely, but his heart was complicated.
'What are you trying to do to me?'
It seems to be trying to kill itself, and it seems to move on just by getting rid of the opponent.
At that moment, I met the dark ideal standing behind the dark target. The dark anomaly smiles slightly.
That's how the two of them left.
Looking behind him, the Bible bit Jigsy's lips. It was more dark than I had originally considered myself very unworthy of. That he looks at himself and smiles favorably?
'You've decided to kill me.'
The Bible now gazes at the vision that is completely plunged into darkness.
'My choice is not to forget that you pushed my back.'
There are traces of a hemispherical shape that appears to have fallen from a massive meteorite. There was nothing there.
Only one.
I stood at the center of it.
Literally everything disappears around me.
[Hahahahaha.]
The Emperor smiled and expressed his honest feelings.
[I have been angry at your defeat so far. What if he did this at the time? What if I wrote this number first? Maybe he won. That's what I thought.]
Thousands of thousands were more astonished than ever. It seems that it is not just my idea that my relationship with him has deepened.
[But it was natural for me to lose.]
The power of the Fear of Extinction was that powerful.
This time I asked.
[Do you still feel the sword is incomplete?]
Thousand's answer came straight out.
[No. How can a powerless man be imperfect? You know, I'm good at pretending, but I can't listen to you anymore.]
When I didn't see any reaction, Heaven asked.
Is there a problem?]
[There is.]
[What problem?]
[Psychotomy is incomplete.]
What?
[You're right. My maneuver just went up. It's the most stable act of terrorism this time. So I knew.]
[Blade incomplete?]
[No, comatose sores are incomplete. It's a very good sword.]
You crazy son of a bitch! What are you trying to say?]
[The shaman is perfect, but there were some things that I misunderstood. That's what made you feel incomplete, and it was unstable to launch a catastrophe.]
Using the Fear of Extinction, I realized there was a part of me that misunderstood my sword. Like Thousand Horses said, I've become stronger lately.
In other words, the progress of martial arts has risen. Enough to figure out for myself what I was wrong about the management of the herbs.
Nevertheless, it was not possible to use a heart sword. How many more times do we have to go through this kind of epiphany and a rise in the air?
It was unknown. It could have been next, could have been far away.
Anyway, it was a pleasure to see the Aegis rise. Moreover, it is now possible to use the Fear of Extinction very stably.
[Good. You're one step closer to killing me.]]
[Of course I like it.]
[Hmph!]
Do I feel good?
To be honest…… no.
When the Heavenly Horse first entered my body, I thought I had to learn to destroy the heart sword somehow.
But now…… not so much.
Sarah, who will catch my heart, I took a step as loud as I could.
[Let's go back.]
It was painted red on all sides.
There were several statues of humans and demons, and fragrances were everywhere.
That's where the dealer comes in.
She unloads her backpack and takes out the bottle inside. It was a bottle filled with the blood of a dark target.
She uncovers the veil and smells.
"Well, that's good."
She kneels in front of the statue. Beyond the statue she looks at, there is a giant statue.
She was a goddess wearing red armor, holding a crescent-shaped sword in one hand and a human head in the other, carved vividly into the blade and blood flowing from her head. The goddess seemed cruel and just as beautiful.
The woman raised the temple nine times toward the goddess.
"Blood, please grant me new enlightenment and strength!"
I started drinking the blood she was holding. I drank all the blood of the dark subjects in an instant.
After drinking every drop, she closed her eyes and had a weather breakfast.
Ssssssssshhhh!
The red heat rises around her body and begins to envelop her.
At the same time, she begins to cast a strange spell that she cannot understand.
Drinking blood made her younger and stronger. But drinking any blood didn't work. Drinking the blood of the weak made me weak.
A person with a strong power, a person with a will like steel, a person with a desire like fire, a person with wisdom better than anyone else.......
When she drank their blood, she became stronger.
When the spell reached its limit, the surrounding bloody azimuth became darker and was absorbed into her body.
She slowly opens her eyes.
The red aura that had surrounded her and the contrary eyes had become deeper grey. She bowed again to the goddess nine times.
I heard a man's voice outside.
"I've prepared what you said."
The man waiting outside was a very young and handsome young man. Like her, the color of her eyes was gray.
"Let's go."
"Yes, come with me."
The man takes her somewhere. After going down the corridor to the basement, I opened the door of the last room there.
Before the rounded altar in the middle of the room, there was a bottle that looked like the bottle that had been given blood by the dark subjects. It was filled with blood.
"On the first day of Yashi, it was the blood of those who were wounded by him. On the second day, there was not a drop of blood left in the fight."
Only those who draw strength from blood. It was a source of strength and an unmanned source. So when there was a fight, it was their job to collect from the skin.
"This will suffice."
She pours the blood into the palm of her hand.
Glug glug.
Blood flows through my fingers to the ground.
"Blood, please hear the grudge of this unjust death!"
Then she began to chant the incantation in words she also couldn't understand.
Then the blood moved as if it were alive. Blood spilled as if it had refused nature's providence. Instead, it climbed up and gathered on the palm of her hand.
As the sound of the spell grows louder, the blood on her palms begins to form a shape, rising into the air.
Surprisingly, it was a person's face.
It was the face of the man who killed the master of this blood. Because I thought I could practice such a bizarre and dreadful alcoholic technique, I called her a bloody trafficker. She did the impossible with her blood on her hands.
"Show your face!"
The face floats on the palm of your hand, shaking as if in a woman's cry.
Next moment!
Aaaaah.
A tear in the veil of a stranger's face disappeared, and his original face appeared inside.
It was one face shaped by blood, the face of a wall panel.