Episode 150
150. This is my answer.
“How did you know my face?”
Al-Baghdadi was curious.
Let alone meeting each other, we have no information about each other, so how can we know each other’s faces?
‘I didn’t let anyone, including Abubakar, take my picture.’
I waited with great curiosity, but the answer I got back was ridiculous.
“just.”
“what?”
“I can just tell.”
In response to that, his younger self would have shot him, but al-Baghdadi was patient.
“I think you’re trying to provoke me, but it’s useless. I don’t have that level of skill… … .”
“Stop talking about it, just say what you want to say. “I will give you a chance to talk.”
Although he was extremely c*cky, he still persevered.
He is the leader of IS.
He is not so easy as to fall for the opponent’s tricks.
“The pulpit is amazing. “How can you be so arrogant in front of so many people?”
“Is that all you have to say?”
“Actually, the reason I answered your call is because I have something to suggest.”
“Let’s take a listen.”
Al-Baghdadi spoke directly without paying attention to the opinions of the players around him.
“Come under me. Commit to IS and devote yourself to Allah. That way, you don’t have to worry about the next round. There is no need to be anxious. Allah, the One God, will show you the way.”
“… … .”
Unlike Ryumin, who did not react, Victor, who was hiding in the building and listening to the conversation, had to cover his mouth in surprise.
‘Ji, what did I hear just now? ‘Did you ask me to join IS?’
In short, al-Baghdadi was making a recruitment offer to Black Scythe.
“How is it? “Dedicate yourself to Allah and enjoy eternal life.”
“I guess I’m offering it to you, not to Allah. And a tiger can’t go under a cat, right?”
“It’s a tiger… … . “Do you really think someone like you is that kind of a dishonest person?”
“Well, maybe not. But one thing is certain. The leader of IS is a rat that is worse than a cat. “Isn’t anyone going to think that when they see you putting up a pinch hitter?”
“under. “I need to know your ability to open your mouth.”
Al-Baghdadi frowned, as if he couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come under me?”
“Tell me how many times. Can’t you understand me in words? “Then shall we show it with action?”
Ryumin’s scythe flashed for a moment and cut off Abubakar’s head.
Tuk-
The leader of Boko Haram ascended to the underworld in an instant.
“This is my answer. “You rat.”
“I guess you didn’t intend to use me as a hostage in the first place.”
Al-Baghdadi turned away and said, as if it was no longer worth talking about.
“Let’s see if your skills are as good as your snout.”
As he entered the crowd, players stepped forward as if to surround him.
“Kill it. “Don’t leave a single piece of flesh behind.”
As soon as the order was given, hundreds of people rushed towards Ryumin.
Ryumin smiled behind his mask as he looked at the gang members, each holding a military flag.
‘You brought only the players as expected?’
If he had been an ordinary gang member, I would have killed him mercilessly, but after finding out that he was a player, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
‘Because they are all like items. It would be a shame to kill him so easily.’
Players are lucky.
Because Ryumin decided to take it easy.
* * *
Victor, who was hiding in the building and watching the situation, clenched and opened his hands repeatedly.
My palms were already wet with sweat.
‘Has it finally begun? I’m all nervous.’
The Black Scythe’s skills were reliable, but you never know.
There might be something called a variable.
‘huh?’
But there was one strange thing.
None of the gathered gang members had a gun.
All they do is wear old-fashioned clothing and use weapons.
Victor’s eyes widened when he realized it too late.
‘Seo, are they all players?’
I’m not sure, but the number appears to be around 500.
‘Are there so many players who sacrificed themselves to IS?’
My skin got goosebumps.
If it were me, I would have been able to handle only one or two people, but there were over 500 people.
‘Are you okay, Black Scythe? ‘He’s a player and not an ordinary person?’
There is a sound of weapons clashing, but you can’t see it because of the angle.
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Are you fighting properly or not?
Victor turned his head to an Asian woman who appeared to be Black Scythe’s colleague.
“What is your name? What Your Name.”
Yamti, who understood simple English, answered.
“mi? It’s Yamti. My name is yamti.”
“Yamti? okay. Yamti. Can Black Scythe win? “What do you think?”
“What is he saying now? ha… … .”
Yamti sighed as the conversation soon ended.
“Listen carefully, Mr. Alchemist. You may not understand, but I’m frustrated so I’ll say what I have to say. Looking at your expression, you seem anxious, but please trust Black Scythe. There’s nothing we can do to help. “The only thing to do is to stay here and wait for the IS leader.”
“What? IS? IS might win?”
When Victor, who understood the word IS, asked, Yamti spoke hesitantly.
“Black Scythe told me to wait because he would deliver the IS leader here. So don’t worry. “As long as we catch the IS leader, there will be no problem.”
I told him not to worry, but for some reason, Victor’s expression looked darker than before.
* * *
Snap clap clap!
Kak-kang- Kang-kang!
All kinds of skills poured into one target.
No matter how high your level is, it will be impossible to avoid the skills pouring in from all directions.
That’s what I thought.
Until you see it with your own eyes.
‘Still holding on?’
Al-Baghdadi checked the time with surprised eyes.
5 minutes have passed.
Normally, it’s normal to be dead.
But, let alone a corpse, it is still fighting vigorously.
‘Is it not ranked number one for no reason?’
Al-Baghdadi brought 500 of the 800 troops.
And that’s all just players.
‘Players have to deal with players.’
The decision was made that it would be better for a terminally ill player to die, rather than an ordinary soldier.
There was also a judgment that this was enough to kill him.
I thought so at the time.
But now my thoughts have changed.
‘Is it not enough to bring this many troops?’
I know that most of them are level 40, so there is a big difference in level.
However, I didn’t know that hundreds of people would not be able to inflict even a scratch on just one person.
‘I was going to kill you if I couldn’t have it. Even that isn’t easy.’
It’s definitely dangerous.
Keeping him alive.
Even if it means burning all the players, you must tear them to death right here.
‘The good news is that he seems to be struggling quite a bit.’
The opponent was only defending with a scythe and was not counterattacking at all.
It seemed like they were in a hurry to block and avoid it with a thread.
‘As time goes by, the tide will turn. Since he is a human, his physical strength is not infinite.’
But as the battle dragged on, there was no sign of improvement.
It’s just surprising that there are no deaths.
Of course, it is 500 to 1, but the number of people you are dealing with is limited.
‘But even so, it’s amazing. Even though dozens of people are attacking at the same time, you can block and dodge them cleanly.’
With that skill, you could really dodge a bullet.
A player who can dodge bullets becomes a subordinate?
I can’t help but be jealous.
‘If I had said that I was loyal to Allah, I was planning to give up Abubakar’s place… … ‘It’s a shame.’
He may have been a talented person capable of carrying out a terrorist attack on the White House, but it is a pity that he had no choice but to kill him on this spot.
‘What now? I have to kill him, but his skills are not that great.’
Al-Baghdadi, who was looking at the black scythe still fighting, suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.
It was because I made eye contact with the guy on the way.
‘You have time to look at me?’
The moment I was secretly surprised.
Puff-puff-puff!
The sound of skin being torn and weapons being embedded was heard.
It’s not that it wasn’t, but the black scythe was stabbed like a skewer by other players and died.
“I killed the Black Scythe!”
The winning players cheered.
Al-Baghdadi’s eyes grew so big that they seemed to pop out.
The guy who had defended himself so well died in a moment of inattention?
‘Did he look at me and then go away?’
Surprise soon gave way to a smile.
Fortunately, a nuisance that might pose a threat in the future has died.
“Hehehe, they said it was no big deal when they said they were ranked first. “You look like a fool and die.”
That time when ridicule filled my face.
“100 million!”
Someone grabbed the back of his head.
Al-Baghdadi, pulled by a strong force, rose into the air.
Kwachang-!
He broke the window of a building and entered, clutching his waist and crying.
“oh my… … .”
It felt as if someone had grabbed him and thrown him into a building.
“Ugh, what on earth… … .”
That moment.
Slurp-
Al-Baghdadi’s expression instantly hardened when he saw a being appearing out of thin air.
In front of me was none other than a black scythe that I thought was as dead as a skewer.
“Black Scythe!”
Ryumin grinned as he looked at Victor and Yamti, who were happy.
“Did I tell you? “If you wait, they will deliver it.”
Ryumin instructed, pointing to al-Baghdadi.
“Dominate him.”
* * *
The players grinned as they saw the black scythe splattering blood as dozens of people were stabbed.
“I killed it, I finally killed the heretic.”
“We, we killed the black scythe!”
Even before the world reached this point, they had already pledged allegiance to IS and were reborn as stronger warriors called players.
He became a warrior of God, representing Allah and punishing other infidels.
And, he killed Black Scythe, the biggest enemy of IS.
A smile bloomed on the faces of each member of the organization.
But even for a moment.
“uh?”
In an instant, the black scythe’s body disappeared like a mirage.
They did not even realize that it was an immolation and tried to find the body with puzzled faces.
“What happened?”
“Didn’t someone accidentally write erase traces?”
“If you wrote it, honestly turn it in!”
They were busy looking for the body.
This is a situation where even finding the whereabouts of al-Baghdadi, not just the body, is not enough.
It was natural that everyone was so preoccupied with the black scythe that they did not see al-Baghdadi fly away.
At that time, al-Baghdadi appeared from somewhere.
“What’s the fuss?”
“Ah, leader.”
As the leader of IS walked forward, the players lowered their weapons and cleared the way like the Red Sea.
“What are you talking about?”
“I killed the Black Scythe a little while ago, but somehow the body disappeared.”
“What does that mean?”
“yes?”
“It’s not important that the body is gone. “Anyway, the important thing is that you killed the Black Scythe.”
Al-Baghdadi smiled broadly and declared victory.
“You have eliminated our organization’s greatest obstacle. “You, the proud warriors of Allah!”
“Waaah!”
“O Allah! We cleared away obstacles today too! Please praise me.”
“Thank you for always protecting us!”
“With this, you’re one step closer to paradise!”
Al-Baghdadi, who smiled kindly as if telling people to rejoice, raised his hand to silence the crowd.
“Now that the black scythe is gone, all that remains is to carry out our cause. Before that, you need to redistribute the items, so make sure to place all the equipment you are wearing and the items in your inventory on the floor. “Everything and everything!”
“yes!”
The IS leader’s orders were absolute.
If he wants to die, he must die. If he wants to live, he must live. If he wants to give, he must give.
It was an understandable reason as they said they were collecting and redistributing items for the terrorist attack they were preparing for.
So the players put it down.
By scraping off not only the equipment you are wearing but also the items in your inventory.
Soon the vacant lot turned into a place full of items.
Even if 500 people put down the equipment they were wearing, there would be more than 3,000 items.
“Those who put down items should move to the side!”
After becoming penniless, al-Baghdadi moved his gang members to an empty lot next door.
This was a measure to prevent the item from being recovered again.
because… … .
“Good job. “You must die now.”
“yes?”
Because I have to die by the black scythe.
While al-Baghdadi was grinning, a sound was heard from somewhere.
Kiiiiing-
It was a clear and clear sound.
At the same time, a series of bright lights struck the players.
