The Skill Maker

Quasizzic!

The moment when the blue energy hit the Necromancer's abdomen.

Now he couldn't stop my attack properly, and his whole body was crushed and he flew back to the ground. Necromance Siegfried, whose purple energy gradually weakens.

His face had already been horribly distorted by a fiasco.

Karma's energy never shrinks in its amount, but if it is struck by the intensity of the light through combat, it cannot efficiently pull it out of the body. In other words, you fall into symptoms similar to a kind of chrysanthemum. Of course, I realized this fact just now through repeated battles with the former guy. with hundreds of repeated injuries

[Laughing] [Laughing] Rain, damn it. This is unacceptable...]

"Then I'll beat you until you admit it."

This game was my victory.

He lost and I won.

That was all the way to the conclusion anyway.

I trudged along and approached the necromancer again, lifting the hammer of Karma to finish the bloody one.

The explosive amount of karma. Nekromancer had his teeth grinded with angry eyes toward me, and managed to lift a more debilitating violet energy from his own body.

The long battle was now apparently heading toward an end.

But it was then.

Necromance, he suddenly opened his eyes and... To look at my side and utter a word of unknown origin.

He had big red eyes as if he had found something.

[Laughing...?] What, what? Oh, no? Oh, my God! The pattern is...!]

What

What's wrong with him all of a sudden?

What do you mean a pattern? What pattern?

Where the hell?

[Huh? Oh, my God...] That karmae, that pattern... Your boy? No way! Now, hold on...!]

"What's all of a sudden? Did you eat something wrong?"

No, no, no, no, no, no! Why would I? Why didn't I know? You didn't notice that before, did you? Damn it! Damn it! Your boy?]

Siegfried who cries with both hands together.

Where on earth did the poor look just now go, he completely turned off the purple energy he was pulling up. Definitely defenseless. It was as if the video had literally stopped playing defense. What's wrong with you? Did you really take something wrong?

I tilted my head but didn't stop swinging the hammer at him.

On the other hand, he didn't defend my offense until the end.

Until the hammer flies right under his nose.

"Let's do the Doppings test in the next world. I'll die for now."

[That karma...] What about you? No way!]

Quack, quack, quack!

The moment he was hit squarely by the hammer of the blue karma I wielded.

The darkness quickly lifted and all the world's horizons returned to their original form.

He tried and was finally released.

And that meant that Necromance had gotten that bad.

Qazizizzik!

The Necromancer who flies in tatters and falls into the middle of a group of Desnite.

At a moment I couldn't understand why the opponent stopped defending. But the fact that now is the best chance to defeat him hasn't changed. The karma brakes have been released and the battle using karma will no longer last, but the strength of my own was enough to end the weakened enemy. Most of all, the outside world... My visions were waiting for me, which I summoned to do.

"Choi Min-hyuk. Where the hell have you been?"

"It looked like he disappeared in a flash. What did you do?"

"You haven't seen him for more than five minutes."

I can't believe the Phantom doesn't understand my condition.

Did the link between me and them completely disconnect?

In their eyes, the whole situation seemed strange. I think technology is a kind of dimensional technology that invokes completely different time and space. Seeing my figure disappeared from the Estwalde St.

"...did you? Well, let's talk about the details later, anyway. Because we have to end him now."

"Good to hear that."

Then again, the same time.

The other side of the camp also went wild.

The undeads quickly formed a dustproof perimeter around the necromancer.

To protect their masters.

[Gee, Mr. Siegfried is injured!]

[Protect Mr. Siegfried!]]

[Block the attack!] We must protect Mr. Siegfried!]

[Aura shield!]

Whoo-hoo!

When dozens of Grand Master-class Desnites blocked the Necromancer's presence by smoking the sword, the capable finally recognized the existence of the Necromancer. Most undeads are always connected to drinkers. Desnitees, of course, are an exception, but they do not mean that they have no loyalty to their owners. Perhaps anyone will notice who their master is if they see the Desnite's movements.

"We have found the enemy's head! That must be the Necromancer!"

The moment Ophelia raised her voice against the able.

Me and my visions exchanged glances in less than a second and then took another leap toward Siegfried, who was injured almost simultaneously. Five windows swinging in unison. Desnitees have responded immediately to us with an oracle containing the dead man's grudge. The power of the sword and the dimension that collides. But.

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

Qazizizzik!

[Crowd]

The Desnites failed to withstand our joint attack and all at once made a great explosion and flew to every corner of the fortress and were devastated. The creatures crumpled up like a scarecrow with a broken string and flew away and shut up. No matter how hard I try, it's not a big deal in front of me anyway. If that's how much you could stop Choi Min-hyuk, why would your owner be like that? Still, his attitude to protect his owner was quite tearful.

But then.

The necromancer used the crack to stagger up from his seat.

He seems to have mitigated the fatal injury through self-recovery orders.

[Jee, damn it...]

"I'll end it like this. Goodbye, Siegfried! Dirty, let's never see each other again."

Kuo-oh-oh!

The last time I ran towards the necromancer like a storm, lifting up all my energy.

A hollow voice similar to lament flowed from the mouth of the necromancer.

Like before, he didn't even think of stopping my attack this time, and just laughed curiously. Without even taking any defensive posture.

[Laughing] [Laughing] Oh, my God. Why did I ever... You think I didn't notice? Why... why? Why. Why? Why. Why? Why. Why? Why. Why!]

The moment his lamentable voice flowed into his ears one after another.

The moment I heard the last line he spat out.

I couldn't bear the unknowable awkwardness... ...so I ended up stopping the attack on him completely.

Because the grotesquely divided voice, which seemed to flow from the Yellow River, gave the impression of a man's self-help feelings, repentance, and something deep. I couldn't stand it but I ended up stopping the attack completely.

If the Necromancer had gone all out to stop my attack.

Or if he'd done something extra weird.

I'm sure I would have smashed his head off without hesitation.

But even though he was able to stop the attack enough, he was defenselessly able to take the two attacks I had poured out, and he kept looking this way and talking nonsense. It may be a success if you intend to take advantage of my curiosity to stall time.

But something was different from that.

Somehow I wasted a golden opportunity to defeat the Necromancer.

"Hey. What nonsense are you talking about all of a sudden? ...Do you know me? Is this guy trying to make time for this?"

[Capture... Yes, you can think of it as a scapegoat. But this is... It's just amazing. Isn't that my misunderstanding, really.]

but

Necromance's tone and bewildered response were obviously real exhausting.

Above all, my excessively high intuition was clearly aware of the other's psychological changes. The Necromancer had a completely different attitude than he had ever had when he treated life. If he had been anxious to simply kill me before, the present man was looking at me and desperately questioning something.

[Yes. I see. I get it. I get it now. Hear me! My army of darkness that follows me!]

The moment Necromance beckoned and shouted dry voice to Desnite.

The 30,000 Desnite heads in battle went back to Zikfried.

And at the same time the voice of the dead explodes.

[Order, Mr. Siegfried.]

The Necromance Zikrfeet, who connects horses again.

[Everyone stop fighting and step back!]

[Jikfried's way of doing it.]

The moment when tens of thousands of undeads stationed throughout the castle stopped their attacks on the capable and recovered their swords.

People were forced to tilt their heads with arms raised.

Desnite troops slowly starting to backtrack. It was quite different from the images of Desnite, who had so far been demonizing to cut out the living bodies of the able men. These deadly war weapons were simply controlled by orders of one being, like pets listening to their masters.

Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung. Kung.

Desnites that begin to flush outwards from the fortress.

It was simply a spectacular sight. A scene that clearly shows that all these powerful and enormous monsters are connected to a single necromancer. The able men looked at each other face to face with bewildered.

Still in a position of crossed arms.

"What, what is it? What's going on?"

"They're... stepping back?"

"What's wrong with the Denites all of a sudden?"

It was Estvalde's side that was embarrassed when the undead army stepped down.

It was a bloody battle that seemed to last for days and days.

I never thought everything would stop like a lie in such a short moment.

"What the hell happened?"

"Well, I don't know, but I think something happened over there."

"That's an Acalhect Slayer, isn't it?"

"I think Choi Min-hyuk did something?"

"He's been fighting him for a while. I saw it clearly."

"Is that the owner of Desnite?"

"Maybe so."

"But there are many Choi Min-hyuk? What is it? A kind of welcome technology?"

Ophelia, no marriage. The heads of each clan also watched the war change carefully, swallowing dry saliva.

Meanwhile, me and my visions, too, had no choice but to look at the Necromancer and vent their doubts.

Siegfried, who still stands looking at me with a queer, distorted look.

What is it, you little brat?

What the hell... did you not notice? And what did you find out?

a line that is incontrovertible and completely incomprehensible

I opened my mouth a little irritated towards the Necromancer.

"Why don't you suddenly fight back? You didn't mean to be beaten to death by me? And what the hell are you talking about?"

but

I couldn't hear the right answer.

Because the Necromancer just looked at me and burst into empty, grotesque laughter.

[Laughing] [Laughing] Bullshit. Yeah. Maybe it's a piece of shit. This... is a masterpiece.]

"The masterpiece?"

[Yes. This is the best masterpiece. Now I know everything. On everything I've seen.]

The Forgotten One (5) End.

by world manners

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