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“Ugh...”

Zelan, who came out to observe the Recognition Ceremony on behalf of Jester, shook his head as he watched the devastating battle.

It was mostly due to the effect of the Crimson Dread Combo with the quadrant, but most people who didn't know the reason were struggling to bear it for a while and were finally unbearable and busy fleeing from it.

Although Gelando's situation was not so different, he was barely able to find stability due to the small imprint that stood in his way.

“Are you okay?”

His youngest brother, Hennesse, was not the only one to ask his regards in a gentle voice.

“Phew... what the hell...”

As Jun-san disappears from view, Zelan takes a deep breath and begins to find stability.

Seeing his brother like that, Hennesse quietly told those around him not to be heard.

“I feel like running away is one of Joon Sang's abilities. It doesn't usually work, but it often works during combat. ”

“Hugh...”

Zelan shook his head when he heard it.

The ability to make you want to run away simply by looking at it.

But Zelan could only understand why Jun-san took the fight to a thousand photowarriors for granted.

To fight, you need to face the opponent first.

It is undeniable that there is a greater share of the eye than any sensory organ in the general population, except in such a special case.

But Zelan didn't know.

Crimson Dread's ability to perform now is just one of the most recent abnormal skills he has.

If he had been generalizing skills such as horror gazes, matters, and the majesty of a rabid dog, none of the people here would have remained until now looking at the ritual of recognition.

No, the average person would be bigger. No one would be able to move properly even the photowarriors who are punching him right now.

Even though there was a way to win that simple, he didn't take out any other abilities because this was a ritual of recognition for Crimson Dread.

“Are you... okay? ”

In Zelan's words, Hennes nodded with a bitter smile.

“I'm still lacking a lot, but I'm also getting training from Joon Sang... and I'm fine with sharing my abilities. ”

She herself was blaming herself for not being helpful to her in the battle, but it was only because she had not yet fully exercised all the power that was given to her because she wanted to shoulder with her loved one.

If she performs the skill of combo when she has a Rare Reinforced Desire here, it's because there aren't many who can stand still.

When the two brothers and sisters were having such a conversation, the first of the photowarriors finally came out.

“Argh...”

He ran to the quadrilateral from the beginning because of a lack of power. However, he ran blindly without considering the duration of the skill and was struck by a fist with a strong destructive power.

“Hennesses.”

“Yes?”

“Isn't that... dangerous? ”

Having a conversation with her brother, Hennesse listens to Rices and looks at where she points.

I didn't know if I was hit by the wrong fist or if there was a problem when I was blown away.

But what was clear was that the photowarrior in front of her eyes was choking blood out of her mouth and trembling.

“Holy shit!”

If they are merely enemies, it has nothing to do with dying or not.

However, Hennes hurriedly took the whip out of the waist dance because he knew that he was going to take them as his own.

“Take a look at the others. ”

“Got it!”

Hennesses and Rices rushed away from the spectators and ran down to where the fight was taking place.

Zelan was embarrassed by his sister's sudden behavior, but he had to close his eyes reflexively when he felt the horror rising in his mind as soon as he entered the field of view.

“Wake up! ”

Hennes cries out like that and swings the whip in his hand at the photowarrior.

The situation was urgent, so I didn't think of other people's eyes and took action first, but fortunately, other spectators didn't notice Hennesses' actions because they were the limit just to stay out of this place.

Chucky! Chucky!

The photowarrior sprayed blood through his mouth and felt something cold and sticky touch his body.

I wanted to die like this. The sky looked yellow, so I couldn't care less about such a minor sensation, but after a while, the blood that was refluxing stopped and breathing slowly began to return to normal.

The photowarrior, who had seen countless wounds on the battlefield where a man had to die, knew that he would not be able to endure long after his chest was crushed and blood gushed out of his mouth.

At the end of the day, he tried to close his eyes quietly, comforting that he had fought Crimson Dread, but he was forced to open his eyes again because he felt increasingly distracted.

“Are you okay?”

At that moment, he felt the illusion that his eyes were brightening.

When faced with the worrying gaze of a beautiful brunette who looked like light was emanating from his face, he thought he was already dead and facing an angel.

Hennesses looked at the face of the photowarrior who was looking at him with a bruised face for a while and stood up with a single word of judgment.

“Injuries are healed, but don't get up and stay calm. You knew, right?”

“Oh, I see. ”

Hennes immediately got up from his seat and ran to the wounded photowarriors.

The situation was not very different for Rices either.

“How's it going?”

“Gosh, that's amazing. Nymph, is this magic? ”

“That's right. That's great, right? ”

“Awesome!”

Unlike Hennes, if there is anything else, he is flattered by the praises of the photowarriors.

In any case, the photowarriors who suffered fatal injuries were quickly recovered thanks to Hennesses and Lychez.

Depending on the situation, they could immediately rejoin the fight, but they quietly retreated outside and watched with their own eyes the battle waged by the quadrants and other photowarriors.

It seems like it's been decades or an hour, but Joon Sang is still being attacked by the photowarriors without a single step backwards in the first place.

Dyspnoea.

That was the word that came to mind in the photowarriors' heads at this moment.

It's not unusual for a normal person to become an already-made go-getter.

However, he did not take a single step back, but he repeated the act of taking out and returning the photowarriors who had drawn the power of his bar, emitting a strange feeling of fear as he looked at them.

“This is... red terror. ”

One of the photowarriors murmured.

At first I thought it was just a legend.

Those who knew well how intense the fury of their own vast blood could be, did not understand the fact that there could be a single human being who could defeat a thousand photowarriors like themselves.

So when I first heard about Joon Sang, I often came here thinking about seeing what kind of crazy he was.

In fact, there are many who have come here because they are possessed by beautiful and cute fairies, but even if they go outside, it is also true that they saw a quadrilateral coming out of the gates with Hennesses on board at the end of the morning and kicking their tongues.

Hidden under a heterogeneous garment, the solid body was just as impressive.

But that's when compared to the case of ordinary people everywhere. It felt so petty to compare it to an extreme trained photowarrior on the battlefield for many years.

So the photowarriors made a vow to crush the face of the man who appeared in this sacred place, even before the quadrant turned over the blood.

However, as they turned the white horse's blood upside down, they were nervous by the intense waves emanating from the quadrilateral body.

It was, no matter who saw it, not that of the baby.

The hairs that remain in my body feel like a strong person.

It was such a powerful wave of power that it was hard to guarantee that there would be a victory even if you risked your life.

The photowarriors were attracted by the energy, eliciting the impulse of destruction that was hidden in their blood, but the result was the same as it is now.

“If he is... maybe he can. ”

Again someone murmured like that.

And as soon as they heard it, the photowarriors retreated and nodded without anyone first noticing.

The reason why photowarriors have had to grow their strength scattered around the continent, waiting for the time to come.

Why I was called a Mad Warrior and was unable to retreat from the Battle of Hansako while receiving a contemptuous gaze.

However, the reason I had to wait for the red horror legend to appear somewhere due to the lack of my own strength was now emerging in the head of the photowarriors.

It is true that even this purpose ritual has been fading for hundreds of years because it has been considered impossible by human ability.

However, if that black-haired foreigner is now quietly taking out the fists of the photowarriors, it might not be possible.

The photowarriors thought of it and felt the blood boiling in their bodies again.

Time gradually flowed and finally came close to noon.

The endless battle called for the departure of the photowarriors, and now all that remained was twenty-two photowarriors.

“Hmm...”

Joon Sang looked at the faces of the rest.

These are the antiwar blunders who practically control the photowarriors scattered across the continent.

After turning the blood upside down like a quadrilateral, they were emitting an azyrang that indicated that the body that had reached its limit was undergoing a process of regeneration.

This regeneration is the most obvious sign that distinguishes between ordinary photowarriors and Blood Roads, and it has also been the driving force that has kept everyone down so far.

In a quasi-experimental case, because he had already received a Rare-grade Pickled Armor Card during the photowarrior phase, he was able to get the help of regeneration, but this level of regeneration was no different for ordinary people who could not get the help of the card system.

Junsung quietly looked at the twenty-two Blood who were not moving around.

“There's still a lot of time left. ”

“... ”

“Shouldn't we at least enjoy it until all those campfires burn? ”

Then one of the Bloodthrodes slowly kneeled to him and bowed his head.

That was the beginning.

One of the twenty-one remaining Blood Roads slowly knelt down to the quadrilateral, and all the other warriors, who were standing down on their knees, sat down on their knees.

And finally, as all the photowarriors clasped their heads at the quadrant, a huge cry burst out of their mouths.

“Good to see you, Red Fear! ”

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