Iron Blood Conquers Expansion 806

Chapter 806 – Chapter 806 the Heavenly Demon War-24

Epic responded expressionlessly to the request from the underground.

“It takes some preparation time.”
“Then I will drag you. Try.”

Underground raised his sword and stepped forward.
He showed his back in front of Epic, and said that if he wanted to surprise again, try it.
However, Jiha was guessing Epic’s calculations.

‘Epic’s greatest strength is its firepower. Overwhelming explosive power that sweeps away everywhere, flames. But that’s good for massacre, but it doesn’t work for the night king or me…’

In fact, the blow goes to the underground to some extent. It doesn’t show much because the underground doesn’t show it or recovers with high-speed regeneration.
But it didn’t really work for the King of the Night.

‘If it was a hidden firepower, I used it a long time ago. That said, there are a number of tricks that Epic has made to deal with the Night King. Must have…’

Even though he knew that the Emperor would eventually bring the King of the Night, he stood by.
In other words, he has prepared a card that can be reversed even if he is pushed.
And that’s obviously somewhat defensive…

“Brother, now you two want to fight with swords?”
“You have to fight like a man. Are you tired of playing with fire?”

The underground shuddered.
Then the King of the Night nodded his head.

“On a burning moonlit night, like-minded brothers share swords risking their lives. I love this.”
“I really wish you were dead.”

Saying that, Jiha unexpectedly stabbed his fist forward.
The distance to the King of the Night was 7 meters, but there was Blink underground.
A fist wrapped in ice blossoms appeared before the chest of the Night King and struck. The properly beaten King of the Night backed off as his body staggered.
The feeling of his bones breaking, but the Night King put his hand on his chest and quickly recovered.
Having said that he has all the special abilities, he also knew how to use healing techniques.

“Ah, surprise!”
“You should be more surprised.”

Jiha was already throwing a roundabout kick as she jumped into the superjump.
The Night King, who was about to recover, was punched in the face and shoved away.
The King of the Night grinned, his face bloody.
A happy smile, he laughed happily and rushed towards the basement.

Haha! Let’s fight happily, brother!!”
“No, I am done.”

Having said that, the underground moved to Shadow Run behind the King of the Night.
Shadow run, which moves to the shadow of an object, is good for countering if used excessively during battle, but the opponent you see for the first time is good.

“100 million?!”

Even the Night King flailed back in surprise. However, Jiha calmly threw straight straights.
Turning punches and straight attacks, isn’t it obvious which one is faster?

Pooh!

It was the King of the Night who was beaten, but the underground slapped the King of the Night on the shoulder with the palm of his hand, not his fist.
At first glance, it might seem long, but it wasn’t. The underground had been pushed away, and the King of the Night pushed on in a puzzled way, and his eyes were gleaming with joy.
Epic stood defenseless in front of him.

“I got it, brother!!”

The meaning of dealing with Epic, the King of the Night, who interpreted it like that, jumped into a superjump.

“Only this time…”
“Wait.”

The moment Epic spoke while receiving it, In-Young appeared as flames entwined in front of her.
It was the corpse that was pushing Yegrina, Michael.

“…”

Suddenly an obstacle intervened, but the Night King did not back down. Even if he was flying, he had several special abilities to stop it, but it didn’t matter.
Even if you don’t know what that is, just hit it and break it, and while you’re at it, smash Epic’s expressionless face!!

Pooh!!

The Night’s King lunged at Michael’s head with all his might and froze.

“100 million?!”

The King of the Night, who was using the body of the emperor, seemed to gather red energy around his body, and then he was sucked into Michael’s corpse.
The shocked King of the Night tried to escape, but the speed at which the red magic contained in the Emperor’s body was absorbed by Michael was too fast.
Just as he was about to remove his arm, most of his mana was already being absorbed. No, the King of the Night, of course, has infinite magic power… This absorption rate is terrifying!
And Epic was swinging the sword of flame as if he had been waiting.
The Night’s King, thrusting his arms through Michael’s head and holding him, gaped his mouth open.

Denggung!

The neck of his body, which was the emperor, was blown off.
The flaming sword completely burned the cross section so that not a single drop of blood flowed, and eventually his corpse was completely burned.

Roaring.

In the silence of the quietly burning body of the emperor, Jiha gazed at it.
Epic, who had a burning corpse in front of him, waved his hand as he wanted to make a hand sign.

Cooong! Wooooo!!

Then, the pavement blocks on the floor rose up like waves and covered Michael’s body.
Like an egg, Epic poured blue flames over Michael’s body as it completely covered it from view.

Roaring!

The orb burns quietly.
As Epic shook his hand, the flames died out in a flash, and silence returned.
Jiji, who was watching the series of processes, asked.

“Is that a seal?”
“I won’t come out until the job is done.”
“So you’ve been studying this one thing for hundreds of years?”

I wondered how Epic was going to deal with the King of the Night and what the hell he believed in, so he couldn’t help but encourage him to come back, but the answer was sealing.

“After all, before the end of the world, the King of the Night will return. So, is he going to work after binding it with the sealing technique he developed in advance?”
“It is true.”

Epic conceded.
His expression was expressionless, but he had a hint of pride.
At last… Amarilla is weaker than the Night King.
But she prepared, concocted her ploy, and finally locked up her longtime antagonist.

“It is over now.”

Amirilla held out her hand.
The meaning of the regalia, underground was trying to answer, but suddenly a spear flew between the two and pierced it.
Yegrina, who threw the spear of lightning, approached with a tired face.

“After all, that wasn’t a dragon. She must have been a vessel imitating a dragon.”

Mikael was a special touch by Epic to trap the Night King.
Yegrina spoke resolutely as she stood in front of the underground revolt.

“Jim will take the time. You know what to do next.”
“You will die.”

Yes, Grina managed to calm her down with her high-speed regeneration and was poised to fight again.
She was serious about how she stood because she was a dragon.
No, regardless of her physical condition, normal people could never be able to rekindle her fighting spirit even after going through an overwhelming power gap.

“If you avoid yourself, Jim will buy you time. Even if you land a blow, Jim buys time. Either way it doesn’t matter. She has gone beyond legend and joined the fight against myth, so Jim is satisfied.”

If it was the usual example, she would have said this with ease, but now she was young with resentment and anger.
Is it that she doesn’t like that Epic made Michael mimicking a dragon, or is she blaming herself for her lack of power?
Epic’s fingertips once again sparked.

Window!

But at that moment, a wall made of ice appeared in front of the basement and Yegrina.

“Stop.”

A girl with a cold voice and a white dress walks by.
Every time she walked, the temperature around her cooled and the flames of the burning street disappeared from her.
The world that used to be dark red turns gray-blue following the steps of the Snow Queen.
As if she recognizes her.

And next to the Snow Queen, a gray-haired woman was walking side by side.
It was the one-eyed Gray Elf, Iroha Deadheart.

“Iroha.”

Amarilla called in a remorseful voice.
Iroha didn’t answer and lit the jangjuk with the embers flying in the air.
Biting the jangjuk, she smiled coldly.

“Eventually, we will meet again at the end of an era. The only begotten son became an agent.”
“The world never ends. The original woman starts over.”

Having said that, Amarilla held out her hand to Iroha.

“Princess, I command you again. Come to the original woman.”

Iroha didn’t answer and only smoked her smoke.
Amarilla just stared at her with her hand out.
As if he would wait for Iroha to answer.
In the street at night, where the flames are slowly disappearing, under the moon, two women were silently facing each other.
Instead, the underground said.

“What, were the two of you having a blast?”
“…”
“You should know that I was a virgin, Shinjiha.”

While Iroha smiled coldly, Jiha looked serious.

“No, the woman in charge of the entertainment district was a virgin? This is more of a scam.”
“Why don’t you set the tone? I’m going to go out with a little bit of confidence to my old relationship.”
“Yes, Epic, Iroha is already my woman.”

Epic took a thin breath and withdrew his hand.

“Are you going to bet on the side with no countermeasures?”
“I like the world Shin Ji-ha creates more. That’s all.”
“It is a world that will burn and disappear anyway. Why don’t you know, Iroha?”
“It’s fine if you don’t burn it. And the King of the Night, you know the side effects of being locked up like that are not easy…”

Iroha said coldly.

“I shouldn’t have brought the King of the Night back in the first place. But you eventually called in to push through with your plan. I’m trying to prevent you from choosing an alternative other than yours.”

Iroha shook her long porridge and pointed at her stone block.

“Shinjiha, a god is being created inside of me right now.”
“What?”
“I don’t know how far I understood… Roughly speaking, there are no gods in Wordsland. The gods have disappeared and are not coming back.”

I’ve already heard from the King of the Night.
The gods either died or returned to the world they were originally born in.
Night is the king’s only remaining god.

“But people always look to God. Now, Amarilla uses that awe to imprison the Night King. When it comes out, it really becomes a god.”
“We just need to burn the world before that.”
“It is the work of a self-righteous man who believes that his plan is the only answer. Agent Hwa, the only begotten son, you live alone after all. And I don’t want to say I live that life.”

Iroha was cynical.

“Yes, before the King of the Night becomes a true god and breaks out of that shell, I just need to decide who is right between the only son and Shin Ji-ha.”
“Way?”
“What do you have to say after coming all the way here? We can fight each other to death.”

Iroha said that and shook his head.

“But it’s a tiring night for that. Dawn will soon break and the night will be time to sleep. So let’s put off the fight for a few days.”
“I don’t have much time.”

Epic said expressionlessly.
However, her gaze continued to be fixed on Iroha.
Iroha said while facing Epic.

“Shinjiha, listen to the pirate empress Giselle for details about Shinmyeong and the old days. She will tell you everything you want to know.”
“You’re not going to tell me.”
“Because I have to become a hostage from now on.”

Looking at the basement, Iroha smiled.

“Didn’t you promise before? The time has come to keep the promise that you will come to rescue me if I am captured by the enemy.”
“There was no talk of being caught on its own.”
“If it weren’t for that, I couldn’t finish the situation right now. Anyway, Epic needs to complete the Regalia before carrying out their foolish plan, and only I can do that.”
“Why can you?”

She blurted out a subterranean, rooting question.
She said in a tone that she had nothing to hide.

“Because I was the last Gray Elf, and the priestess of a distant king.”
“… What?”

She breathed in a flatulence, startled by Yegrina, and not by anyone else.
When Jihaa asked with her gaze, Yegrina said in surprise.

“… According to her words, that Gray Elf is the Holy Mother mentioned in the scriptures of the Elyos. The archetype of a saint who often appears in indigenous beliefs and folk beliefs in various places, a priestess who served a distant king.”
“Not at all. I just… I’m just a pimp in the entertainment district.”

Iroha said calmly and added.

“But it is also true that only I have the power to reassemble Regalia, an object left behind by a distant king. So Amarilla can’t hurt me. No, rather, they want my recognition.”
“…”

Amarilla looked at her expressionlessly.

“She wants me to tell her that her plan is correct and that it is the only countermeasure. Because I am a fossil, evidence of the past.”
“So you give me hostages and tell Epic a temporary truce?”

Iroha smiled thinly and tried to nod her head, but hesitated.
An underground sword was aimed at her throat.

“I do this in this case.”

The basement glared at Amarilla and said.

“Iroha, I have something to say, so let her cool down and catch me again. Epic.”
“Bonnyeo…”
“If I don’t approve, Iroha will die.”

The basement said coldly.

“Then it’s the regeneration plan you’re pushing for and everything is over.”

It was an outcall.