The Skill Maker

"How would you like it, Mr. Dozle? Are you going to help Amadeus?"

Dozle shook his head at Su-ha's words.

Not only is it a long way off, but it's not very loyal.

a tribe that has never been in harmony with itself. If they were to be hated by Armudor over and over again, it would have been a gain for them. You just have to crush somebody as quickly as you can as you planned.

[Laughing] [Laughing] Let it go. He's gonna move anyway. Our side will turn off the nerves in Amadeus' case.]

"Yes!"

And the response was one thing: I, No. 11, No. 7 and No. 2 as well. They decided to focus only on their own work, mocking the folly of somebody.

First of all, we target 's to take away the infrastructure that makes up the society of talented people. Wow, by attacking five regions. It will inevitably lead to the largest number of commanders on the side anyway. Even themselves didn't have to rush in there. If they lose their footing, they'll be shaken.

"You said you needed help? Amadeus is very. I can't believe you're such a disgrace as a commander in chief. I feel nauseous."

[Laughing] [Laughing]! Stupid Amadeus.]

[...stupid bastard.]

On the other hand, lastly.

The 13th Army Commander, the 1st Army Commander, the 3rd Army Commander, the 4th Army Commander, made no comment on the incident. They just made a short comment about Amadeus's mistake. Like they had their own different ideas.

[Understood. I'll move on my own after the probability analysis. For now, we plan to concentrate on restoring the temporal axis.]

[... Amadeus?] That's a stupid mistake. Copy that. Get out of here.]

[Did that happen?] I understand.]

[Crrrrrrrrrrrr... I get it.]

The ability to pour down like rain.

Sickle wares with flesh and mana.

red bloods scattered all over the world

At the time when Amadeus, commander of the Sixth Corps, is being briefed by his subordinates. The men of power had already jumped over the walls and surrounded and attacked the fortress. Before I knew it, the fanatics' screams were resounding in all directions like symphonies. Like singing death itself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

[You, too many!]]

"Cuck! Cuckoooops!

"Oh, no! Everybody get away!"

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My leg!]

"Mr. Armudor! Look out for these poor little sheep! Please take these pathetic lambs... Kuck!"

The men of ability moved in perfect order.

as if to pay back the anger that has been received so far

[Shut up and die, you bastards!]

[Wrap it up! Don't let an ant get away with it!]]

[Kill him out!] If you let it go anyway, it's all an enemy!]

Surgeorak!

Quasizzic!

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Wow...! Kuck!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

somebody's cut-off fanatics

those whose whole body is slaughtered by a spear thrust from all quarters

The interior of the fortress, where blood flows into the river in a flash.

Currently, the competent people were blocking the east, west, north, and south of the castle as if they had intended. The order from the superiors not to let a single person live here. Because the fanatics who follow Armudor may seem like mere citizens at first glance, but if given the circumstances, they can be transformed into enemy troops at any time.

In other words, these are not citizens. It's a monster.

This side should have thought so too.

"I'll kill every last one of them!"

"Let's avenge Gitium! Kill the Armudor's Dog!"

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The men of ability attacked the fanatics of the Balkans, and wielded the Geomgang River, slashing the enemies in succession like rotten crests. believers fleeing in all directions a castle dotted with desperate screams The blood of such diverse species soaked through the fortress, and the buildings of the building were quickly burned down by the fire created by mana.

creating a truly hellish misery

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Huck! Ah, Mr. Armudor..."

"Mr. Armudor! Armudorniim!"

"Lord, even in death... Everything, you... Will you follow me? Kuck!"

On the street.

in a downtown square

In a cheap bar.

in the alley of the market

So the congregation of Armudor continued to fall.

Looking for God. Looking up at the sky and weeping.

Like that by men of ability.

"Sinka! Looks like the nobles have fled to the temple..."

[What? Damn! Didn't I tell you to stop it like an ironclad?]

"Oh, I think there was a secret passage."

Shinka distorted her face.

Certainly that can't do much.

But there's a way out here.

[Chase them right now. [Chaos] If you send some Ranger in the class, there won't be any problems.]

"Yes!"

Shinka, the master of the art.

He breathed a heavy sigh at Su-ha's back. It's easier than rubbing a child's wrist to take down the current fortress of Balgnas. But aside from that, at this moment when he was working together based on the book's analysis, he hated the fact that the unit he was leading was more bewildered than that of the other [mythological] class-talented rather than dying.

Technically, this is also a small battle of pride.

This is not the only place where the General Association of Capabilities is launching an attack. More precisely, the rush was taking place against a total of 10 fortresses. Naturally, the side that was slow to attack could only be seen relatively clearly.

"Wipe it all out!"

There are hidden men in the North Mansion! Don't miss it!]

[If you find out, kill without leaving a single one!]]

"I'll track down the tracks of the guys who left the aisle."

And in about a dozen minutes.

Finally, the competent men found departments gathering in the stone chamber of the temple and praying.

[Listen to us, merciful Armudor.]

[Please take great care of the Creator, who is great to these young sheep.]

Punish the wicked for trespassing on our land! Destroy the mighty!]

Please guide our souls not to fall into the wrong path.

fanatics who discovered the existence of capable men.

However, they were conscious of this side's existence, but they did not stop praying for Armudor until the end. No, they were giving a living look at the unwelcome talents. They are angry that their sacred prayers were interrupted even though their lives were at stake.

Even those without proper force.

[Mr. Armudor, please give those wicked men the hard way.]

May those who obstruct God's prayers be condemned to eternal misery.

May their bodies suffer and their souls perish.

"You bastards!"

"Curses? You crazy shit!"

"Don't you stop that prayer? What are you doing! Take all those bastards!"

The characteristic of fanatics is that they always harbor 'poison' as one.

Their determination to die for their God.

So the talented were always going crazy and jumping up and down.

They are the ones who have been dragged into this world like pigs from slaughterhouses.

The scornful eyes of the Kandulas planetary system go this way.

Of course I hate fanatics even more.

Because the victim and the assailant are in a reversed position.

But then.

"Huh? What's that?"

"Come on, hold on a second? Do you think that'

"Oh, my God, you bastards?"

The men of power lie at the top of the altar... Her eyes glared at somebody's traces.

A barbarous ritual for offering a mountain offering to God.

As the situation in the Balgnas fortress became tense, some fanatics had split the boat of one of their colleagues and offered it to the altar of God to pray to him. Seeing that the corpse of a woman bleeding from her mouth and abdomen is sitting there... That's for certain.

"Hey, you crazy assholes..."

[Did you cut off your colleague's belly and sacrifice him?]]

"What a handful of them!"

[Don't leave a single thing behind, just kill them all!] We don't need prisoners.]

"Sung-Ju and Mabal, clean everything up! Let's cut off the mother-of-pearl and hang it on the wall!"

A cold blanket!

Quasizik!

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

As the men of power flew their swords at the zealots praying, the nobles burst and fell, but prayed in praise of Armudor to the end. the true image of a believer firmly following his faith But it was clearly taking an abnormal look. They lacked the natural fear of life.

No, it's more about faith than fear.

[Cuck!] Ah, ar... Mr. Mudor... Now, by your side... Here we go.]

"Da, I will serve you in my next life... We're... kuck! Ba, take... Give me..."

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!]

"All you can kill is my flesh! I can't break my heart about Mr. Armudor!"

[Dear Armudor!] Hahahaha! ...For...!]

To flop.

fanatics praying to the last breath

A saint who bites his tongue and kills himself, and some aristocrats.

Those who open their arms to the sky and howl with joy.

It was simply a hell of an avi-cushion.

And more than anything, it's... The fanatics kept a calm smile until they died. They've been ripped to death a hundred times, but they're not refreshed. And those images have caused frustration and annoyance for those with abilities. I can't believe I'm dying like I'm taking everything to the end. I can't believe you're dying shouting the name of a hateful person.

Somehow I really get angry.

They were rather making this side look like villains.

The true evil is that they want destruction on this side.

You blind, false, and crude creatures.

"Oh, shit."

[I'm really in a bad mood's killing me. The fanatics.]

"Well, they're evil. How could Armudor sacrifice such a fellow?"

"I haven't seen them in years, but they're creepy every time I see them."

But at that moment.

Someone who was hiding under the chair of the church ran out.

with a resonant tone of voice

Shu Shu-shu-shu-shu-shu-shu!

"Those who are capable! They're all dead!"

[Scared] Silver, a good-natured woman, frowned and frowned at the sight of a little girl pounce on with a knife.m. No matter how strong the presence of a man named Armudor was, the fanatics, regardless of age or gender, were expressing strong hostility toward the capable. Even these little kids who have no power.

So this situation was more disgusting.

Chin

Randol held the boy's blade bare-handed.

A fanatic who struggles to pull the sword out of his hands.

In those hateful eyes, Randol breathed a deep sigh.

Of course I didn't mean to let it go.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, kid. At least I'll let you go painlessly."

"Gee! Geeeeee! Let go of me! Lord, die! Die!"

Surak!

Randol blew the girl's neck into the air at a blow and turned her back coldly. Now that the war began, there was no room for idle appreciation. I've already understood what Armudor's people were like four and a half years ago. At the point when the knife was pulled toward this side, even if the target was a mere child, there was not a grain of mercy.

"Good job. We can't keep him alive anyway, can we?""

"Good job. They'll stab you in the back someday."

"...I know, I know that shit! I know that I know it. Damn it."

However, I couldn't ease my feelings easily even after my colleague comforted me.

Fight with the chiefs?

This is a war that only kills or dies.

They don't catch prisoners, they don't even try to take this territory. Taking away territory simply means nothing more than to weaken this side's power. They do not covet wealth, nor do they even intend to enslave those who are capable.

All they want is the destruction of the capable.

Complete destruction. Extermination that leaves not a single soul. Only true extinction.

So this side couldn't stand still either.

I was so sick and tired of the facts.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

[Argh!]

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

As a result

The fanatics of the fortress were madly left behind by the men of ability who had climbed the walls from all sides, and all became cold bodies.

a horrendous sight reminiscent of the Sea of Sisan blood

Since the fortress was so crowded, there were also tens of thousands of head and body that were rolling around everywhere. From the point of entry into the mainland in the first place, it was as good as it was supposed to be to witness such a terrible scene.

"Is it over?"

"I know. It's over."

The able men sighed and sank throughout the fort.

I can't say it's a lot of fun, because it's certainly crushing the enemy with an overwhelming amount of power. Well, this side wasn't in a position to be too relaxed to discuss such a thing.

The enemies have been swallowing the resistance from the west.

And this side hits the enemy's mainland in the north direction.

In other words, the current situation is in some ways a bite-and-bite relationship.

You can't be content to just take the first step.

I'm not going to defend. (4) The end.

by world manners

work review

Choi Min-hyuk: What is this? Why don't I appear in the text? Are you kidding me? Where the hell are we?

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Choi Min-hyuk: What are you talking about? (I'm gonna smash the writer's abdomen.)

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