The Skill Maker

a clatter of shoes

a pompous glance at the audience

The Red Capabilities unwittingly parted like waves, opening the way for Ophelia. It was because she was afraid of her existence, once again because she was afraid of further explosions near her. The Red Capabilities were almost in a state of neurosis after four consecutive explosions. Those of you who can't use the power of the dimension will die 100 percent if they get caught in the explosion.

Silimont shrugged at Ophelia.

"I want you to refrain from the factual violence."

"Hmph. He's such a nerd."

Although Clan was honored with the honor of the first-place Clan, the presence of the Master of the Destroyer Clan still boasted unrivaled strength in the Estvalde region. Most of all, she has recently found a clue to the [disappearance] world. To the extent that competent people in Estvalde have a great deal of interest in it.

And it was then.

Another new person appeared on the stage.

I think we could have won the game in a head-to-head match even if we didn`t do this. As long as we have Clan."

Another man who opens his mouth a little further away.

And that moment. Again the startled and frightened Red men quickly moved away from around his body at almost the same time, forming a huge circle of encirclement. No. It was never something like a siege.

a man of [confusion] quality reminiscent of a sword in a sack

I just stepped back naturally because of this pressure.

As such, the current tension in the red camp was higher than ever.

Buck. Buck. Buck.

As if nothing was wrong with the Red Skills surrounding him, the man took off the Red Army's armor and began to walk calmly. And the relaxed attitude gave the tourist spot a quiet feeling as if it were a picnic. Prayer that only those who have absolute confidence in themselves can exhale. He had that aspect in him.

But it was then.

The last time one more voice came out.

"If that's possible, it's not because of Clan, but because of my presence. Unfortunately..."

'The great master is not in Estvalde now.'

The fourth character to appear with a cloud of gossip.

It's the legendary man who peed on his pants at the hearing hall of the governing body. As expected, he was Clan, a man once called one of the five strongest players in Est Valde.

A man who was manipulated by Choi Min-hyuk and degenerated into his faithful dog.

However, only a few people knew about it until now.

Even the members of the same clan didn't know about this, except for the executives of the Night Illusion. And the fact that Etcart secretly sold much of Grimros Clan's fortune to Night Illusion.

Ettkart shone in his eyes.

'You must keep the fort until the Lord comes. That's the biggest task on earth that this man has ever had. Bow wow!'

A loyal dog must be faithful.

And its owner, Choi Min-hyuk, ordered himself to protect Estvalde.

watch dog

Ettkart, the famous dog, was ready to throw his life for his owner Choi Min-hyuk. Even if no one in the world recognizes their loyalty. Thus, the early "Gwanggeom," which is referred to as a masterpiece, was slowly pulled out of his waist.

bam bam bam bam bam bam.

"What, what is this?"

"Blue? B, why are the Blues intermingling among us?"

"How does this work?"

The moment when the four new beings appeared on the stage.

The Red Skills were forced to vent their deep embarrassment.

Suddenly something unimaginable happened.

What the hell is going on?

And more than anything.

The four characters who were wearing Red Jinyoung's armor and seeping among themselves.

Their faces... I've seen it familiar from somewhere. Although Estvalde is a relatively small and new place, the Red Skills also examined the important information here in detail before the war.

And thanks to him, the Reds were able to see at a glance that the four men in front of them were the real powerhouses that were controlling them. There's no Night Illusion Clan that's the hottest these days, but four others were certainly the authors. Destroyer, White Night, Grimros Clan. And finally, Jordan Clan.

"Your guys...? How the hell did you get here?"

The Red Alliance executive, the master of Clan, who used to work in a region a little further from Estwalde. Naturally, he also remembered four men of ability from a long time ago. The biggest reason he couldn't completely swallow Estvalde with the Dark S.H.I.E.L.D. was because of these humans.

He slowly twisted his face and glared at the four confused bums, only then did he realize that an explosion of power of dimension was the work of four people. a molar that is hard to grind at the fact that another hit was just a few days ago It seems that Estvalde's people did not abandon the fortress and run away. Seeing that he hid in the army to give them a blow.

Harman opened his mouth, twisting his forehead.

"You little rats. Did he hide between the looted troops?"

"Correct."

The blue-haired woman gives a calm smile.

She was a great beauty, but Harman remembered the powerful power in her heart.

There may not be much difference in fighting power between himself, who has just come to [the annihilation] item, and between him and the supreme power of [the chaos] item. There's another union leader in the [destruction] category here, so they won't be defeated in the fight between the leaders. Even so, we can't let our guard down.

No. Maybe it's already the worst.

"Long time no see, Mr. Harman. How have you been?"

Ophelia's eyes with blue madness.

Harman snapped his molar when he heard her needlessly courteous greeting.

I'm not teasing you. Something must have gone awfully wrong.

Every single one of these conversations is annoying.

"The explosion must have been yours. What the hell are you doing? What kind of power did he use? Why can't we detect what caused the explosion?"

"Oh, my God, I'm scared. Frown, Mr. Harman. It's been a while since we've met. Why are you so nervous? And a trick. That's a pretty bad expression to hear."

"Shut up! Just tell me what the explosion was!"

"Do you want me to shut up or tell you?"

"What a son of a... "

Quack, quack, quack!

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

Two powerful explosions that erupted just on either side of Harman at that moment.

He wrapped himself in a momentary force of dimension, and his face twisted violently at the sight of twenty meters of space being torn apart in an instant. The bodies of the Red Skilled again becoming red meat balls and scattering air.

Hell. The explosion of this level of power was just like hell.

laryngeal duct

Thuddudduddudduddudduddudduduk.

The remaining buildings collapsed further.

When the thick smoke left by the explosion slowly dies down.

The first man to appear.

Clan's stepped forward.

There was a red glow at the tip of his finger.

"What could it be? That's what I have. Didn't Mr. Harman know a little?"

"...for Christ's sake. Was it that?"

Harman frowned upon the fact that the situation had become dirty.

The force of explosion used by Silimont. It was a kind of special ability to ignite the object he touched at any time he wanted.

Moreover, the most difficult part of this power was that others had no idea what Silimont had touched or who.

In other words, the Red side now had no way of knowing when and where whose body it was going to explode like a bomb.

There was no way to know if Silimont had already touched 100 people or 1,000 people.

Harman opened his mouth coldly.

The other side seemed to mean it.

"Are you saying that the four of us will try to stop the 200,000? There are two [defeating] classes on this side by side."

Ettkart of Grimros Clan opened his mouth.

"There is no war in the world that can be won without soldiers. There are about twenty small hubs connected to the Est Valde fortress. And now it's in the city. Can an army that has fallen less than half swallow the entire Estvalde? Which side is really at a disadvantage?"

Ettkart, which begins to lift energy from the body.

Definitely as he said. Harman noticed that the situation had become very embarrassing.

Nothing will be done at this rate. Already the morale of the Red side was at a standstill.

And

Quack, quack, quack!

Red Jinyoung is exploding again.

Damn it.

Harman truly felt something inside was boiling up.

Already, nothing was left in the central square of the Estvalde fortress. The surrounding terrain was completely reversed, and the splendid statues and gardens were blown away. Hundreds of buildings and government offices near the central square also disappeared without a trace.

And all this... For some reason, it felt like the Blue camp's determination.

a desperate determination not to back down even if everything is destroyed.

'It's difficult. This is... Is it a failure?'

And that moment.

Harman sensed the presence.

A fast, three-way march of 100,000, almost 10 kilometers away. Judging from the ripples of energy and mana, it seemed to be Estvalde's powers. As expected, they did not abandon the castle.

They actually set up a trap for themselves.

"Opilia. Here we are."

"You look beautiful in a few hours."

Only then did Clan show up and scurry to Ophelia's side.

The two men were as good as their right and left arms, whom Ophelia adored specially. Unlike other members or attendants of Clan, the only two who have a sisterly relationship with Ophelia. In addition, they were powerful men who had reached the top of the half-body line.

Ophelia grinned at the two.

"How are you? Was there any problem?"

"Yes, sister."

"Nothing happened."

And

"And?"

The Red-side talents were appalled at the sight of blue-side superpowers constantly popping out of their midst. How many enemies are already mixed in among their troops? Even if he was forced to fight through a bomb, his back of his head was still unstable.

"Gee, how many people are there between us right now?"

"I can't believe I have to suspect the person next to me when someone might explode like a bomb..."

"Damn it."

The Red able men gnashed their teeth, but now there were no sharp numbers anywhere. I thought I won the war without fighting. I can't believe it was just an illusion. Now that it's happened, it's obviously too much to attack Estvalde normally. Their lives, let alone attack, were in danger. And according to the magical news that just came in, support from the base is moving.

In addition, nearly 30,000 troops.

Harman opened his mouth.

Because he was never an idiot.

"Yes, that's good. I think your strategy worked. Now, so... What are you going to do now? Do you intend to fight against us here? Or do you promise me another time?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Ophelia, covering her mouth with her hands and bursting into laughter.

And with that big laugh, the Red Skills have become pouting faces.

The opponent probably noticed that they wanted to step out.

"Next? Why do you think you're next? Don't you still understand the situation?"

"......"

Ophelia blew up the power of dimension all over the body.

The shaking atmosphere and stormy living make the hearts of the Red Skills freeze.

"You're all done here today. Not a single, not a drop of blood."

The end of the night before the storm (9).

by world manners

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