The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Huh, and when I took the cloth, my hair swam into the universe.

"This will do."

That's what I said, I opened the lighter lid again.

"... I want you to wait, it doesn't look good"

That would be so.

It would be tough if it looked good.

I applied (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...)) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)

My hair is dark, long enough for my ears.

Even if your ears are out, it won't be something you can be sure of in an instant, distorted by blackness.

"That will be enough. Later."

I sharpened the lighter's firestone, set it on fire, and put it on the ignition line.

"Wait."

Now it's your turn to test your judgment.

I pray you are a swallowing, indecisive fool.

"I was right about you, I took off my headscarf. Now you should be patient. [M] You want me to show you up to the butthole next to your ear?

Have a conversation that takes care of the surface, mindful of putting it on the inside, putting it on fast.

"Stop that. Eh!

Canker, who noticed the lighter, has been trying to hold my hand.

It was then that the ignition line lit and the characteristic burning noise of jizz began to be heard.

As I made a crooked turn as I stepped back to escape my hand, I threw the handmade bomb into a bad throw with the momentum as it stood.

The bomb creeps through Kanker's crotch, just behind him, and falls around the middle of the group of his men.

They still can't swallow the situation because they think of it as the inner circle of the body.

"Ku......!

Kanker turned around and saw my handmade bomb.

Should I stop it if I try to pick it up?

"What are you killing me for? Are you out of your mind a bit?

I stirred it up like a snake.

The longer you make a mistake, the better.

Blasts and fragments won't reach me because Kanker prevents them.

And then, how long will it take to blow up?

In the meantime, there doesn't seem to be an immediate explosion.

"Anyone! Covered rash on top of it!!!

Kanker gave abrupt and outrageous orders.

That was a very reasonable and in this situation an optimal instruction.

I would be in great trouble if they did that.

Besides, the soldier must not recognize that as dangerous from the description of the lies I made.

For example, there would be no hesitation in covering it.

It does not require a self-sacrificing mind that betrays death.

In fact, one of them is trying to cover up quickly for his badly submissive personality.

Not good.

"Stop it! You're gonna die!"

When I said that, the soldier hesitated to cover himself.

I did.

And it was the moment I thought.

A knife struck me in the face like a breeze.

Avoid shifting your torso at the right place.

"Hmm."

Unexpectedly, I stroke my nostrils.

It wasn't slashed.

"Let me ask you something. What does dying mean?

"It's one of the metaphors. I could burn you."

I just wanted to stop playing salmon and screw around, but the bomb hasn't exploded yet.

That was the problem.

Although there is naturally a possibility of underdevelopment, I would like to wait a little longer.

If I run away from this scene, I'll leave the bomb behind and lead them to (...) Zhang (...) Ru (...).

Then you leave the bomb, and if you say so, the front moves.

Even if it explodes because of this, it will mean far rear.

Which means I'm the wall and I need to stop eating here.

but you should pull out the short knife in self-defense.

I pulled out a love knife.

"You're the one who pulled it out first. What are you going to say to Lord Epitaph and open it?"

That's a terrible word.

I don't care, but I kind of don't feel comfortable borrowing the tiger's authority.

"No more questions asked"

He's totally willing to kill me already.

Well, we're at war, and in some cases, we should just kill them and bury them and not come from the beginning.

He's not here, he must have been killed on the way. That's what I'm talking about.

If you're going to make it all right, you can kill it with your mouth sealed if you're going to have about ten soldiers a day.

"So it's a one-horse ride."

"M?"

"Hmm? Are you saying that you're not alone enough with a small soldier who only has such a knife?

…………

I didn't stop fighting my tongue.

The worst thing I hate is the order to surround, and my men move in unison.

Then the soldiers move and the bomb makes no sense.

If the fire rope is worn on the cannon they both have in their hands, there won't be a single one.

No, does not detonate beyond this period mean that the bomb should no longer be seen as underdeveloped?

It's not a good idea to bind too much to that one.

but Kanker did not give instructions to his men.

Instead, a long sword with a long patterned blade crossing of more than a meter was grasped back together.

I wouldn't have let my cheeks down to avoid a gap.

"Nuuuu!"

Kanker has rolled out his long sword like a twig and slashed it.

Pippy sword tips bounce around with an acumen incompatible with appearance blunt weight.

If you think you're stunned, you don't have enough time to blink and instantly cut back the other way.

Without stopping there, a succession of slaughters struck.

It's a beautiful swordsmanship that makes me sweat.

I took two or three steps back while avoiding the sword being rolled out.

Shit.

This guy sucks.

I was licking it.

He's different in strength from Soim's grandfather, who leaned toward skill, but he's definitely stronger than Osama, who teaches spears in the cavalry.

It's definitely the strongest corner I've ever met.

If you lose your mind, you'll be slashed while you blink.

Besides, I can't do anything about it.

The experience of working out was telling the story.

Simply because the weapon is incompatible.

If the enemy's weapon were a little heavier, for example a rod-shaped weapon, it would have been easy to get into nostalgia with agile movements.

but this guy's attacking fast.

Now, there's plenty of hard reach for a short knife to reach.

Instead of pulling, Kanker pressed me (...) and gave me (...) a choice.

I half-rotated the love knife in my right hand and held it back in my hand.

It's not good to pull here.

I held it back because it's easier for you to take it.

If I take a slash like this with a blade, it will crumble with a single shot, such as a short-knife blade.

But this constantly sharp attack is hard to get into without taking it.

And slaughter weighs enough to kill people, but not all weigh the same.

I knew that as an experience I had acquired, not as knowledge.

Kanker is holding the sword with his right hand up and his left hand down.

In that case, the most powerful person is to strike down from a dragonfly or dragonfly-like structure.

The slaughter from the right is also powerful enough.

But the return from the left is less powerful than those.

That's how the human body is made, so to speak, in relation to forehand and backhand.

Aiming at my face, gently pulling the slash from left to right and avoiding my torso, I stepped in step by step.

I put a love knife held backwards in my right hand against my sword to pierce it with both hands.

The blades of the violin and the long sword collide, scattering sparks.

A sharp impact ran along with the stiff sound of a gimp.

Stopped.

but in the next moment, the power had disappeared.

My arm moved reflexively and I drew a short knife without following the tip of my sword with my eyes.

The motion of being guarded and then flipping to prune a small tip is the norm for all warfare moves.

Take a light attack with a short knife belly instead of quick.

In the meantime, I was taking another step.

I lowered my head and avoided paying my neck for putting my sword to sleep after I was prevented from taking a small aim.

Two steps.

The attack is already within reach.

but in exchange for holding it backwards, the reach is not so different from the fist.

I threw a knife.

Shortcuts thrown from the backhand grip had no speed or momentum at all.

But no human being is thrown in the face with a bladed murder weapon and doesn't feel threatened at all.

I hope you're frightened for a moment.

I was pulling out Carol's short knife, another one on my waist, while a swiveling short knife hit my face properly and blocked my vision for a moment.

He jumped in and stretched his arm to determine his face.

but there was no canker then.

Kanker backed away a lot and avoided my attack from losing sight.

I can't help it if this happens.

Even if we catch up because of it, there's nothing we can do about it being backed down.

"Ugh..."

Re-division?

I did the same thing, but don't get away with it all you want because the field isn't limited in the wild battle.

The Battle of the White Soldiers, if you pull back, will avoid most attacks.

Well, it's a good thing Kanker stepped back.

It can be said that the aim has been achieved.

I put Carol's knife backwards.

"Don't do it"

said Kanker.

"Was the question no longer useless?

I have an old thing.

The structure will not break.

"Don't you pick up the sword you threw earlier?

"Are you the one who won't lower that face?

Canker left the helmet unloaded face guard unlowered.

That's what I was doing, because I missed that opportunity.

Unloading the face guard is clearly a signal of battle, and after giving the signal of battle, the first machete will not be an ambush.

Canker didn't get a chance to unload his faceguard because he was suddenly slaughtered.

Now, of course, we are in a clear state of combat, so we can unload the face guard with dignity.

but at that time, we need to get one hand off the long sword and make a gap.

If you go pick up the love knife I dropped, you'll relax and unload the face guard.

Then the only way in is to disappear.

"Hmm..."

"Hey, why don't we make a deal? If you miss me, I'll give you my right ear."

I made a sudden suggestion to buy time.

This was a lie.

If you're really going to miss it, you can give me your right ear and do it, but there's no guarantee you won't come after me on that.

If we could get out of this situation, we would have spared about an ear, but ear amputation simply involves a lot of bleeding as an injury.

When you break a promise and come after you, even if you are losing strength due to bleeding, it will be harder to resist.

This proposal, which I had already thought about once, had been scrapped in my mind.

"No, you can't."

Which way, I succeeded in retreating Kanker.

And hesitant to turn to offense again.

However, although it is good to have it retracted, it will never detonate with regard to the bomb that was intended for it.

You should give this up now.

Unfortunately, it will be underdeveloped.

In the world, not everything seems convenient to me.

I have no choice.

If you are underdeveloped, there is no point in taking the risk and retreating any further.

"Why?

In that case, the option of picking up a love knife also comes up.

If we then turn to escape, Canker won't be able to come after us.

This is impossible to catch up with me in a marathon with those big feet on.

"You're supposed to deliver your neck. You've offended the Pope too much."

"Shit..."

I accidentally pounded my tongue.

Are you mad at the guy I just used as an epitaph?

He's a bastard with roots. Really.

"Looks like you're young enough to have an arm. I'm sorry, but it's going to be tricky with one hit."

"Not at all."

Let's run.

My operation, from the beginning, was.

They're faster than me holding Carol, but slower than me alone.

With that in mind, you can reverse your position by keeping Carol for a while.

Go from being hunted to being hunted.

In the woods, there will be no way to deal with a method of warfare that takes sides and backs and hunts them one at a time as they flee.

I didn't expect this captain son to be so armed, but if he kills each and every one of them, and he attacks his sleep where he's the last one, there's nothing he can't take down.

"That's pathetic. Still a knight."

Is it time for this pointless conversation to end?

"I want to pay tribute to you, but this is my job, too."

It was when Kanker said so.

A flash flickered directly behind the canker, making a loud noise like a firecracker called Punk.

I didn't feel the blast at all, but at the same time as the light that torched the flash, it was in my sight that something spurted momentum.

Kanker's body, armored by armor, was caught in a blast, a moment ago.

My body was moving reflexively.

Take one, two steps and jump lightly to jump in.

In the air, he rolled out a sharp hook, like punching Canker in the face.

On its right hand, a short knife was held in its reverse hand, and a brilliant body stroked Kanker's face.

but Kanker was more responsive.

Critical, he was stretching his chest and glancing at his face, slightly retracting his face.

Are you in?

"Num!"

A strong impact pierced my stomach, along with a ripped voice that

A canker with his sword in his arms slapped me so hard in the stomach with his double fist.

The power wasn't big enough to blow every body away, but it was powerful enough to pull me apart slightly.

And where I fluttered down and landed was a great position for Kanker.

By the time he landed disfigured, Kanker had already taken his next blow.

From left to right, a flash of horizontal giraffe that spins a long sword.

I don't have the means to take it when I land my feet side by side and I haven't been able to build a position.

Low, there's no room for crouching and avoiding attacks that have been aimed around your hips.

Back off.

That's what the teaching I've been beaten to say.

There was still momentum in my body that was pushed with two fists.

The foot is refracted to escape the impact of the landing.

He kicked the ground out of his mind on the spot and strayed his torso back as he pinned his legs out.

The momentum kicked to the ground does not support the hips to the top, only the lower body lifts slowly and spins like a comma in the air.

I went around in the air to focus on the center of gravity.

It's Baku Ze.

When I put my legs on the ground, which I was lucky to be flat with Don, the momentum remained behind me and I retreated so that I could step on it.

Surprise yourself that Sulri and this move has come about.

Puck up and look at Kanker.

but there is no chase after him.

It was also a bitter blow for Kanker, still standing on the spot where he waved his sword.

A glance at it retrieves his love knife, which happens to have fallen forward, to grasp it.

I was fortunate I didn't break it on foot.

I retrieved my sword and looked at Kanker again, one hand away from the sword as I looked at this one, even with my nose tip.

From around the nasal column, there is so much blood flowing out of him that he can see it from here.

Carol's short knife is not used at all and remains when she returns from sharpening, so I wonder how good the cut was.

When I scratched the tip of my nose, I only felt like I was scratching the sky.

but they were actually severing the nasal column deeply.

Blood overflowing from the wound stained bright red to the back of the dampening hand.

And I also notice a tingling sensation on my nail tip.

Looks like the sword I turned was hooking the sole of my shoe, and the sole around the toe of my left foot was disappearing.

I guess I was behind my right foot because I wasn't a handy foot.

I accidentally sweated cold.

If I was a few more seconds late, I would have lost my bottom from my ankle.

I immediately put both my knives in my sheath.

Instead, take the short bow you left hanging on your back.

I reached into the arrow and pulled out the arrow.

The short bow, which was compactly wrapped around the emphasis on portability, was only for adult men and was somewhat powerfully made, but so short that the pulling ruler at the heart wanted to bite their teeth.

Weak compared to a long bow, but would have enough power to pierce the leather armor.

The arrow, which was squeezed and emitted, flew straight to Kanker's face, as he aimed.

And then they played it softly.

I just hit the iron plate on my hand holding my nose down, and it fell off Poron.

Well, that's right.

No, I wasn't expecting it.

I tie the two arrows, and now I'm behind the canker.

Behind the canker were the people who were suffering whether the scatter had eaten all over their bodies.

I set a target for the man in my eye and pulled a bow.

He's trying to pull out a piece of pieces around his chest.

Hyun and the flying arrow stabbed Ston in the man's neck.

I was going for the shoulder.

What, the cloudy voice was heard far away, and he collapsed.

Kanker looked at me again with hateful eyes as he turned around and confirmed what I had done.

Even I don't want to do this.

However, apart from (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...).

I grabbed the arrow again and shot the bow.

The target is a man on the other side.

Now Kanker has tried to slap down an arrow with a long sword in one hand.

but he can't make it with a flash of one-handed gestures with his nose under control, and ruthlessly the arrow stabs him in the other shoulder.

However, if you could move from body to body and get arrows with armor, they would drop you.

That doesn't bother me at all.

Canker's wounds are beyond the bounds of leaving him alone and naturally stopping the bleeding.

If you keep exercising, you'll undoubtedly have the most troublesome, the only combat professional who can fight more than me who exists on the enemy, and you'll bleed to death on your own.

The remaining nine wounded should be slowed down afterwards.