411. Borrow for a while
Saxony, who was continuously throwing daggers, threw a silence knife towards the earl’s eyebrows.
The dagger flew silently and exploded with a bang in front of the Count’s face.
Along with the heavy drinking, a black curtain was seen moving in front of the Count. The defense shield was intact. It seemed like a scroll-covered dagger alone wouldn’t be able to pierce it.
“Don’t expect forgiveness!”
Dean Molsen, who looked at the world with ease, felt a sense of crisis when he was pushed to the edge of a cliff. Sweat was dripping down his back. It was my first time like this. It was my first experience. Because of that, he lost his peace of mind.
The Count has already used more spells than ordinary wizards. Now, lifespan was being used as well.
He narrowed his eyes, reducing the ghost even more.
The eyes turned pitch black and turned towards Saxony. Saxony felt a terrible chill rush from the hole in her stomach.
‘hmm?’
He almost fell because his legs lost strength, but Saxony held on in the end. There were two guys next to me who wanted me to fall.
“Die, die, die, die, die.”
The Count raised his cane, muttered repeatedly, and glared at Saxony. Saxony also looked into his eyes. The eyes, which had turned completely black, seemed persistent even though it was impossible to distinguish between the pupils and the masturbator.
The more the Count spoke, the more severe the cold feeling rose from his abdomen. It was difficult to stand still. Saxony got down on one knee. He rested his chin on the floor with his palms and closed his eyes.
I had to resist the cold. As I was concentrating, I heard Rem muttering next to me.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
‘Crazy savage.’
Saxony thought and concentrated more. What the other person did was a type of spell. Something was planted in my wounds. All you have to do is find it and dig it out. Saxony began to contemplate his own body.
Patience to endure pain.
The coolness of contemplating my body.
Lastly, sensitivity.
One thing to add here is an indomitable mind.
‘There is no giving up.’
Saxony also learned something from Encred.
Although this is my first time receiving this order, there may be a solution.
Find a conclusion by organizing what you know, what you have experienced, and what you infer.
Saxony is on its knees and holding on, or more precisely, its members are destroying all the danger ahead of them.
Encred took three steps forward.
It was a step towards the count. So, it was now within the range of the sword.
It was thanks to the fact that the members of the unit stopped the count from repeatedly casting spells and using tricks.
After narrowing the distance like that. Encred said, putting his hand on the sword grip.
“You are already in my territory.”
Three people were sitting and one was standing, and everyone looked at Encred. The Count also saw Encred.
area? This means the range that the sword can reach. The Count snorted.
I believed in the defensive spells wrapped around my body.
Encred controlled his breathing. It was too much for him to break through 10,000 ghosts.
I was so tired that my muscles were trembling, so it was okay.
Has this happened once or twice?
This happens often when swinging a sword.
Especially in the days when I had nothing, I had to swing the sword until my muscles ruptured.
Because without that, I couldn’t even reach for my dream.
What should I do to reach out and move forward even if I can’t see it?
You have to repeat it again and again.
It was thanks to that experience.
Because of my experience, I knew that I could do anything that was too difficult.
Encred was still bearable.
His eyes landed on the black curtain billowing in front of the count.
Encred saw Saxony already pierce the opponent’s defense once. Through that, I roughly guessed the strength of the opponent’s protective shield.
‘Even if it doesn’t get pierced by a thrown dagger.’
You can ring. Of course, it would be difficult to use a normal knife. When cutting, there should be no doubt in one’s mind.
therefore.
“Ragna, let me borrow it for you.”
There was no time for Ragna to respond to those words.
Encred once again imitated a technique that he had tried and repeated countless times, but had failed every time.
I raise my sword as if the tip of the sword is piercing the sky. He grips the grip with both hands and relaxes his shoulders.
It’s the upper end of the heavy sword system.
To be exact, it was a modified stance of the Gajeon swordsmanship that had been passed down from a northern family.
Ragnar’s last name is Zaun.
Ragna had changed the swordsmanship stance that had come down from the Zaun family at will.
Encred couldn’t have known that. He just got ready to swing his sword.
Ragna looked at Encred with slightly surprised eyes.
‘It’s not bad.’
Posture, momentum, even will.
It was difficult to criticize anything.
It was Encred’s best posture so far.
It made me feel that way, especially since he copied what he did.
Ragna wasn’t the only one surprised.
Rem had been surprised ever since she fought the group of ghost soldiers.
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‘I’ve never been pushed back.’
Encred followed his and Ragnar’s breathing. Now it was difficult to remember the old captain.
‘It’s fun. ‘It’s fun.’
Rem thought about it and strengthened his hands with the intention of throwing the ax in case he slipped.
Auddin could not put his hands together, so he only recited the prayer with his mouth. The pain seemed to crush his head, but Auddin was able to endure it and prayed.
“The sheep under your watch have shed their wool and become shepherds.”
Also, a shepherd is someone who beats and scolds what is wrong and wrong.
Prohibition is no joke. If something goes wrong, it could be painful. There are many people who end up like that because they lack discipline.
But you have to do what you have to do.
That’s what Audin learned from seeing a man named Encred.
Saxony picked up Carmen’s stiletto and slowly stabbed her in the stomach. A stab aimed at the source of the chill, avoiding the internal organs.
Poobubuk.
With that, I calmed down the cold and looked ahead. The blade pierced my stomach, but it was not a fatal wound. Avoiding the intestines and proper treatment will suffice.
It’s not like I stabbed it too deeply.
I also reflected.
‘It was sloppy.’
The assassination technique was not fully utilized. Why do I remember my teacher’s teachings again?
“Do you want to do your best? “Then first find a place to stay.”
Why are you saying that?
He had decided to take over Geor’s sword.
Don’t you already have a place to stay?
If you enjoy fighting with all your might, you will get drunk on killing and killing people.
The teacher said so.
Saxony actually felt that way once.
What should I do to avoid that?
It’s a series of untimely thoughts. Saxony boldly cut off his thoughts. Because that’s not what’s important right now.
He looked ahead.
Now I see a captain who doesn’t need my help.
His back filled my field of vision.
Furthermore, it was the posture just before swinging the sword.
“Whoa, you damn bastards.”
The Count caught his breath. He was pushed and pushed again, but he was barely able to find something resembling composure as he watched them collapse one by one.
His eyes turned to Encred. The count knew how to use a sword.
The Count, who saw Encred take his stance, thought that he could not give up the first strike like this.
The swaying black curtain renders most attacks useless.
The count made several calculations before striking out with his sword.
He kicks the ground and thrusts his blade forward. It was an impeccable stab. The tip of the sword, which looked like a dot, flew towards Encred.
Straight and clear. It was fast and strong.
Encrid calmly swung his sword down and struck the count’s sword.
earth!
The count tried to catch the thrown sword and cut it down.
Encred briefly copied Ragnar’s cut.
Encred’s feet kicked the ground and moved forward. At the same time, his shoulders gently rotated, and the direction of the sword changed around his waist.
The sword that was thrown down to block the count’s stab changed direction like a fish swimming in the river.
The heart of mighty power surges, adding strength and will to it.
‘Cut.’
This is the will of cutting.
Encred’s sword became level with the ground and passed over the bridge of the earl’s nose.
Kagak!
The shield is cut. Will is the power of will. The cutting will cut through the shield and split the skull.
The silver that split the skull broke into pieces and flew away.
Encred stopped swinging his sword and let out the breath he had been holding.
His eyes seemed to glow blue as he stood holding the grip with both hands. The two shining blue eyes in the black world created by the Count made it seem like he was the only one standing in another world.
“after.”
Encred let out a breath, felt pain in his arm muscles, lowered his half-sword and turned back.
The count lost his head cap.
If you watch from the side, it appears to be a very simple exchange of sword strikes.
Encred deflected the stabbing sword with his own sword, and instead of straightening his posture by pulling his sword, he simply continued his movement smoothly and performed a horizontal slash at the top.
The count suffered without even having the courage to stop it.
It was part of the technique Ragna showed a little while ago, and it also contained the Will of Cutting.
That’s why I said I was borrowing it.
“Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Blood foam rose from the count’s mouth.
Naurilia was a thief who overturned the country, but human death was a fair law for everyone.
Even a blind arrow killed a person, so there was no way for a person with his head cut off to survive.
Blood flowed down the count’s severed head. The flowing blood looked red even in the dark.
And then something incomprehensible happened.
“It can’t end like this.”
Again, this is a word that makes my head cry. The count spoke dead, his voice splitting into two and sounding overlapping.
Blood is running down your face, but your mouth speaks normally?
It was only then that Audin became suspicious of his opponent’s identity.
‘This?’
An ominous feeling that can only be felt in the depths of the demon world touches my skin.
“devil?”
While Audin muttered to himself, black smoke flowed from the Count’s body.
“It’s only 10,000, not 100,000, but Bethany respects that. I respect you, so I curse you deeply… … hmm? “Are you a witch?”
Auddin said it was the devil and the smoke was about to form a human shape.
While a series of nonsense words were coming from the earl’s mouth, a sound of thunder sounded through the dark clouds.
Gurgling.
The black smoke took shape and then stopped.
Encred looked at it while holding the half-bladed sword.
Fighting.
After that, rain began to fall.
“… … “You got hit.”
The Count, who lost his head, and the devil, who had lost his original form, spoke at the same time. The voices were heard overlapping.
Encred seemed to understand why the Count’s voice sometimes overlapped.
It was because I harbored a devil.
That didn’t change anything.
Encrid threw down the half silver and picked up the gladius.
Attract attention with the gladius and inflict a critical hit.
‘With sparks.’
He pictured the direction of the fight for a moment.
As everyone was surprised and was preparing to fight alone, the devil’s gaze turned to Encred again.
“You bastard.”
There was no feeling of emotion in the tone of speech. That wasn’t important either.
Encred was just trying to end an unfinished fight.
Moreover, everyone in my company looked injured or exhausted.
Only you can step forward.
At this point, one might have wondered if this was a wall, but Encred didn’t.
Do the best you can at every moment.
Because I lived like that.
I still do it that way.
Beyond the world of images, the boatman burst into laughter.
“indeed.”
Isn’t he truly crazy?
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The Count was extremely talented, and his greed far exceeded human limits.
That’s how he obtained the devil’s heart and took it.
The devil said as he watched the witch’s tricks, ignoring the crazy swordsman who was attacking him.
“Wouldn’t I be disappointed if I prevented the last curse?”
The tone of voice was light, but the meaning behind the two letters ‘devil’ was extraordinary.
A monster with the highest level of danger that can only be seen in demonic scenes.
These people are intelligent and excel at torturing and killing humans.
“It’s the devil.”
Encred muttered. The devil’s eyes landed on him.
“You, yes. It was impressive. human. But now I don’t think I can fight even if I want to.”
The devil may not know the path Encred has taken, but he knows what he has done.
Didn’t they all gather around this person?
Moreover, wasn’t the witch who had been tricking her just now also a person of interest?
“If you touch it, it will chase you anywhere and kill you.”
Beyond space, the witch’s voice reached the devil.
Even though he is a devil, he has no intention of welcoming extinction. So the threat was annoying.
“You look like a cheeky witch.”
This is a guy whose eyes only appear out of the black fog and looks around the audience with a dull gaze.
The moment Encred recognized the other person, he felt a strange sensation.
It’s definitely not human. Does that mean you can’t cut it? Is that really so? They said they don’t fight, but is that really true? Should I take a look?
Right after I had that thought.
As he gathered all his remaining strength and tried to rush in, the devil turned his gaze towards him.
Until now, the tone had always been playful, but this time it was different.
“I will see you again.”
Through the fog, a vague figure caught Encred’s eyes, but it was difficult to recognize it.
“I am the master of 100,000 ghosts.”
The body of the said demon collapsed immediately. The rain began to fall steadily and he couldn’t bear it any longer.
The witch sprinkled rain using her magical powers. Since this is a natural phenomenon, it had the effect of erasing artificiality.
Moreover, the rainwater is warm. The witch opened a part of her spell world and let rainwater filled with her magic pour in.
The devil has fallen.
Falling rain erased the spell world created by Dean Molsen, who helped bring the ghosts to this land.
Just before he disappeared, the devil took my heart and read the final command of the man who was both a sacrifice and a servant.
“It was all in my hands.”
This is Dean Molsen’s final complaint.
“Do you think things in this world are that easy?”
The Count expressed his resentment as he died, but now there is nothing he can do.
It was something only the devil could hear. The remnants of the command were quickly erased.
The devil quenched his appetite. It was a shame that he lost the opportunity to leave a big mark on the human world.
Just before the part of the servant’s soul was completely destroyed, the devil looked at the person who killed him.
Black hair and blue eyes.
“Encred.”
I also remembered his name because I heard someone call it. He thought that if he ever saw him again, he was a person with a face that he would want to torment until he begged to die.
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