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Arlen barely misses the axe that a giant figure of Minotaur strikes, riding on his knee and shooting sharply at his chest.

His agonizing cry echoes.

At that moment, the roots of the tree rose from the ground and tied him up.

Minotaur, in agony, discovers it, smiles low and axes at him.

But the blue sword flew from somewhere, shattering the axe, leaving even his huge body in two cavities.

“Stand up and move forward. ”

Deshon, who had simply disassembled the roots of the tree surrounding Arene, carelessly glanced at him and jumped into another monster.

A place where Ogres are punching soldiers with their fists, like lions rushing through their manly manly manly manly manly manly manly manly manly hair.

Dehorn fends off the soldier with a sword that strikes the ogre's fist, and then explodes just like Mana did in the sword.

The blasted Mana bursts right into his clutches.

He clenches the painful ogre's belly by holding it by his wrist.

In that short moment, a sharp spear flew towards Dehorn, covering the blood of a famous ogre.

A special spear that came without a clue.

Despite his overwhelming twist of his entire body's muscles, he barely dodges it, but for him to lose his balance, a spear snapped into an incomprehensible trajectory once again aims at his heart.

The moment when the end of life is near. He gives up and closes his eyes.

However, the window blade was obliterated by another window.

Deshon finds an article that still protects him alive, and spits out a low murmur.

“.. I'm an old man now... Thank you. Young knight.”

“This is Grey. I'll take care of him. It's easier to deal with the same spear than with a sword. ”

Grey spoke in a low voice against the monster.

He nods and lunges elsewhere.

Grey looks down at the monster.

‘Lone’. A unique monster with a lion's mane on its head and a human body.

He has the strength to surpass humans.

It's also a bit intelligent, so it might be a little difficult to defeat it alone.

But as long as we're up against him, we can't help ourselves. The moment you turn your back on him will be the moment you die.

Lowen's spear rises lightly and aims for Grey's heart. A gigantic roan slams his spear from top to bottom at him.

All of these series of movements take place in a very short period of time, close to a few tens of minutes.

Grey swings his spear, barely avoiding it, and steps back one step.

After stopping a massive blow, the palm of the spear bursts open, bleeding, and cold sweat runs through the forehead.

But Rowan is not a pleasant and merciful monster to rest him.

He catches up quickly and pours his island-like prowess on him.

A sharp spear pierces his limbs dozens and hundreds of times a second.

Grey carefully prevents it. Overcome the torments of your entire body and put Mana in a spear.

He stares at him with a sharp, heavily sunken eye, even though he is overwhelmed.

The moment he sees a gap in order, a flash of Mana will pierce his heart.

And the gap in the order of things, it made a surprising figure.

Sahan casts wind pressure magic on the werewolf's back, quite far away.

It seemed like the knight was pushed without hesitation, so I wanted to give him a little help.

He casts his wind pressure magic to its fullest power.

The space around the wolf is distorted by the movement of air, and rapidly rising air pressure pressurizes him.

At that moment, the wolf's cool glare points this way.

I was embarrassed for a moment by a very threatening, death-feeling glare, but it didn't last long.

It was because Grey's spear pierced the heart of the man with the glance.

Grey, who defeated him with a sharp flash of Mana, makes a simple funeral, then runs to the other monsters.

“Fantastic. I thought wind pressure magic was supposed to restrict monsters' movements... It's just like building magic. ”

Armada admired him for that. Her eyes are already glowing red, staring at Sahan.

“.. I think you're a lot better than me. ”

I don't know what kind of magic she uses, but she's a hundred times more powerful than herself. Zahan glanced at her and said.

Armada smiles lightly at his words and casts a spell.

As she casts her magic, her manna, which was sitting underneath the ground, explodes.

Monsters melt in the flaming pillar that rises from beneath your feet.

Such a deadly pillar soaks the earth in dozens, not one.

And there is a beautiful knight who flies silver hair through the soil where such a crimson pillar rises.

After defeating a monster, she lunges at a rare troll with dozens of soldiers struggling. She wields a silver Mana sword.

There are dozens of moves in just one second. Distorting time, absurd movement.

The Trolls quickly retreat back against dozens of blades.

But Serzin, the Silver Knight, who knew he shouldn't have given the Trolls time, rushed to him without giving him a moment's notice.

The Troll desperately strikes her sword, but four or five wounds appear every time it strikes. Agility you wouldn't understand as a Troll. The slow nature of man can't help but sense his senseless agility.

Trolls are forced to make a distinctive low frequency sound, calling out to their companions.

Soon after, two trolls start running towards her screaming.

They tend to have a lot of wounds, rushing away from the battlefield, but they were healing at the same moment as a Troll.

Suddenly, Serzin bites his lip in embarrassment.

But at that moment, a silver Mana shines brighter than the moonlight rushes towards them.

A silver flash hits two rare Trolls, setting them ablaze.

Serzin also slits the throat of a trapped Troll and smiles lightly at him.

Eden, the knight of Esteban, also faced her like that, smiling out of place.

“That's my girl. Best talent on the continent. ”

Eden says something proudly and rushes straight into the world's waters.

The world's numbers have been shaking in anger at the advancement of the army.

The earth begins to tremble. The world's number has cast magic.

Black earth splits. Through the cracks, hundreds of soldiers fall.

“Hnng! Get up! ”

Cullen pulls the soldier close to cracking and says,

The soldier pushes her out of the crack as soon as she is free, then wraps around her body with a shield.

Above the shield, a massive mace falls, the shield crumbles powerlessly and the soldier's head blows straight off.

Cullen gets up quickly and throws a spear at him, terrified of the sight of blood spilling like rain.

A Black Orc. The one who was born as a mutant is not as strong as other Orcs.

She was not the one to win. But she doesn't give up, she blows out a spear.

Of course, the Black Orc slowly approaches her, pushing or avoiding her expression, as if the spilling spear was nothing.

The Orc stares at her with clear red eyes. I can't live. You can't run away.

Cullen's hands begin to tremble.

Cullen's spear rolls around his mace, and she loses her weapon, and her legs relax.

Looking at her in despair, she smiles low and raises her mace to the sky.

Tears flow from the wet eyes of Cullen's horror.

At that time, a soldier strikes the Black Orc with an axe behind his back.

Mana's axe was crumbling without any injuries, but he succeeded in distracting the Black Orcs.

He slowly turns around and looks at the soldier. That's the moment. An authentic fireball hits his head.

Orcs caught on fire in an instant, but Black Orc skin is resistant to all kinds of damage. This much fireball won't hurt.

In fact, there were no wounds on the skin of the Orc that had been burned.

But not just his hair.

Suddenly, the Orc becomes bald, touching its smooth head a few times, and looks at the direction where the ball of flame flew with furious eyes.

There was a black-haired man.

The Orcs stare at him as if to kill him, and the world roars.

“Grrrgh!! ”

And then they rush on. The earth digs deeper every step, step, and step of how hard it runs.

“.. fucked up. ”

Forgiveness looks at the man running like crazy and spits out insults.

What you hate most about being a man is being bald.

I flew in to save Cullen, but I think I made a very big mistake.

A Black Orc jumped over a hill and came all the way here.

The desperate Sahan cast a "wall of dirt" to stop him from advancing. However, the wall of dirt collapses powerlessly on the lightly swinging mace.

“What are you doing! Run! ”

Armada yells at him and casts a spell on the Orcs.

The flame magic she casts sticks all over his body. Nevertheless, the Orcs did not stop.

An Orc with burnt limbs. It looks like a supernova.

He melts and doesn't give up, but charges towards Zahan.

His heart and limbs began to tremble without cause. If he touches us, we're dead. There is no room for life.

The cold sweat is the last step, and he casts strong barometric magic in his right hand and hand, holding the mace.

The flaming creature lowers his stamina, losing his mace to wind pressure.

Nevertheless, the Orc did not stop, and it was only after punching him in the stomach.

“Oh...”

The barrier he casts breaks completely into the Orc's fist.

I felt an incompatible pain in my stomach, and my vision immediately flushed.

I can't see anything. It's all red.

“Ugh… huh? ”

He lets out a silly sound and falls straight down. The sound around you fades away, and your mind goes into a daze.

We're really going to die like this. Sahan casts healing magic in a place where there is some crazy pain.

The hand where the magic was cast is damp.

How can you get hit with a fist and get so much blood? Did you punch a hole in the belly? Is that even possible?

The maddened Forgiveness continued to cast healing magic while thinking nonsense, but soon she became confused.

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