Chapter 321 – Gangs of Rome (10)
The vigorous declaration was an ad-lib for provocation.
But I couldn’t tell if it worked or not. The face of the warlock wearing the skin of a paladin suddenly returned to an expressionless expression, and it was difficult to guess the emotion.
〈Interruption after disturbance… It’s disgusting, but it happens often when you live as a warlock.〉
When he tore off the leather on his face, the leather wrapped around his body returned to processed bast as the transformation magic broke.
─Tuduk, tududuk.
Throwing off everything from his armor to his clothes, he revealed his dwarf body in front of us, wearing only a simple top and bottom.
However, I couldn’t imagine that the armor was gone and the defense was lowered.
My feet still have a tingling tingling sensation, and there’s no way I could have applied such a special protective treatment only to my head.
I laughed as if I could hear it. The warlock’s masked face wriggled in displeasure.
It is a fundamental penalty of black magic that those who deal with darkness and negative mana cannot ignore even if they want to.
‘If you need to do it, that’s what you should do. Is it that much fun to predict the future after you die?”
‘Why not be happy? The enemy in front of my eyes has already been hit hard, and I am denying the reality, saying that this is all according to my plan.〉
The warlock raised mana as if he was mad. It looks like he’s trying to blow me first.
He flicked his finger through his thimble.
‘It’s a joke that even your father, who plays today and tomorrow, will spit nutmeg with a straight face. It seems that my father only used home education as a medium, but I will personally teach you the morals and ethics you did not learn then.〉
While saying that, I took the blood-spelling technique.
Our dis battle ended with that. It was irrational to try to get ahead of my tongue, which I got while being swept away by a cephalopod, a human garbage child who had only been experimenting on humans in a small room.
〈It’s true that we suffered losses, but we didn’t just lose them.〉
The corner of the black magician’s mouth twisted. If you don’t win mentally like an asshole, you won’t be able to enter the hyeonpi.
It must be because if you go over with swearing, you will not be able to keep your bloated self-confidence.
〈The Subtle Art of the East. It will be a very good harvest.〉
When his eyes glowed dark red like that, the corners of the 10th floor exploded.
─Kooung!!
Perhaps it was a magic circle designed in advance, the floor collapsed. The warlock shot waves of curses at me while floating in the air. The purple mana that turned into a skull gourd flew in.
Blood Demonic Art
Phoenix Wing
─Food Duck!!
─Roar!!
With the wings of flame, the cursed mana was burned. I couldn’t fly with only these wings, but fortunately it wasn’t enough to fall from a height of about 1 floor.
The warlock flicked his thimble-clad fingers as he floated through the air, confident in his mana.
─Wooddudeuk!
“Goo oh oh oh… !!”
In line with his gestures, the corpses that had been piled up on the ninth floor rose to their feet.
Is it a zombie? It was a trivial magic for a black magician.
‘Then it must be a bluff.’
He skips logical reasoning and jumps to conclusions.
─Perfect! I popped the head of a zombie that got close.
‘The touch of the soul in my hand, none.’
It was a waste. If it was an undead that moved with the soul, it would have ascended to heaven just by receiving my touch. He clicked his tongue and inspected the upper floors with Odin’s eyes.
There are no stairs that have not collapsed. Even the movement of mana was invisible with magic.
‘Zombies buy time. The main body will launch a great technique in the air.’
Considering what I’ve seen so far, it wouldn’t be an attack of black magic.
I kicked her against the wall after making sure that Lari Lula was holding her spear and defending herself.
The warlock sneered as if he had seized his chance, clenched his fists, then drew out the Dark Sword again as if he had changed his mind.
The martial arts of Matei Rossi who got fucked in my hands must be unreliable. He fired a cross-shaped slash at me while I was jumping. It was a technique I used on Hans.
– Whirik!
However, I dodged the slash like a rocket entering the second stage injection while spewing sparks in the air.
While avoiding it, I spurred the side of the slash and jumped up. Because Odin’s eyes told him that it was possible. The slash did not even cut me down and became a stepping stone.
The warlock put on a blank expression for a moment at my acrobatics. Still, he practiced swordsmanship without panic.
From the speed of the sword, the attack felt frighteningly sharp! It was a skill of a master, as if he had rehearsed a famous martial art with blood and sweat.
I laughed again and stretched out my diable jamb.
─Quack! A kick stuck in the enemy’s wrist blocked the attack. Compared to defense, strength is not high.
〈Bicheonsamgeomryu.〉
I bounced up again with the recoil of that kick, and while unfolding a series of 2 somersaults, I pulled out my flaming sword and swung it like a woman’s stick.
〈──Jaji Island!〉
─Chaeeng!! It was a swordsmanship that realized the extreme meaning of distance control, but it was blocked as if it were natural. It was as expected, so he didn’t look surprised or at a loss.
Blood Demonic Art
Red Bind
The sword of flame turned into a whip and wrapped around the warlock’s arm, and 0.3 seconds later I was pulling the whip with all my might.
Kiki-Ik-! The warlock’s floating magic counteracted my power and prevented him from being pulled towards me. Due to the law of action and reaction, my body was sucked into the black magician’s side.
Of course, it doesn’t matter to me as long as I can access it anyway!
My fiery fist showed colorful fringes, then spread to the warlock’s nape like a bullet. His eyes were shining
─Kwajik! The warlock’s palm, closed like a crocodile’s mouth, caught his fist.
Like the jaws of a beast, a great grip began to pierce the flame and mana coating of the Blood Magic Ball.
It is a different technique than before. I put a thick layer of mana on the other fist and swung it. The black magician took that too and lifted me up in the air.
Because of my arm strength, I had to pause as if I had paused a video of gymnastics.
〈… Keugh?!〉
The black magician seemed to understand my meaning, but I’m not even an idiot, so maybe I spoiled it before I was ready. After picking it up, I injected the mana of cardiopulmonary arrest into the black magician’s palm.
─Two kwak!!
Like a lie, the black magician’s arms turned black from the palms of his body, which had been so strong.
It was bruised, as if it had been beaten with a hammer all day. My mana is breaking through and breaking through his body.
When the damage reached the wrist, that is, when about 0.3 seconds had passed, the warlock burst into a dark red eye. His forearms had more than doubled in size.
─Aaaaa!!
The strength I felt in the hands that were holding me grew stronger.
With Beast Return in Inner Armor mode, it was an unbearable force. For some reason, in the black magician’s technique, I could see the back of a strong forager trained in the cold wind of the north.
The warrior who used this strength-building martial art must have been such a macho.
“But you are not that warrior.”
I twisted the warlock’s hand while sternly reciting. The ripped off wrist was torn like a rag.
─Pud Deude Deuk!!
So I pulled out my wrist and threw it back. In addition to that action, I slashed the warlock’s stomach with his knee. He didn’t even groan, as if he didn’t feel pain.
Even so, it cannot escape the limits of the human body.
I threw him to the ninth floor with a 360-degree earth throw, tied with a flame whip.
The black magician was hit in the stomach so hard that he lost control of his floating magic during that moment, and fell to the ground with my violence.
Bumping his head, he projected mana like me into the flame whip. The warlock’s mana penetrated through my mana coating, so I cut off the whip.
Of course, I forgot to add acceleration to the fall by pulling the whip before that.
When the warlock stretched out his arm, he even had the illusion that he had a spear in his hand.
A javelin of purple mana flew towards my neck. Instantly, the real spear struck back the attack. It is Lalilura’s javelin.
─Puuong!!
My mithril spear, which was transformed differently from its original form, exploded purple mana.
After failing to attack, he briefly glanced at Lari Lura, then returned to focus on me, as if he felt there was no time for that.
〈Suck!!〉
I kick through the purple mana. The black magician also countered with footwork.
With a short sword of mana rising from his heel, he unleashed a flamboyant kick like a capoeira. I couldn’t escape and was cut down, and I turned into flames and rained down on him.
〈──Alternate self?!〉
My vision is blocked, so why not put in a fake?
─Stupid! My main body landed a high-flying drop kick on the warlock who was in vain.
Because of its outer skin, it was unable to inflict a fatal blow. It was a defensive power that seemed to have been mastered by any diamond.
I evaded it by doing a back tumble right after feeding the kick. The black magician also got up with a capoeira technique and kept his distance.
Chow ah-!
I and the warlock confront each other while sliding across the blood-soaked floor.
How many seconds did it take to get there? Looking at the zombies on the ninth floor still exploding hot pots from behind, it must have been less than 10 seconds.
Of course, it was the black magician who was hit unilaterally.
He murmured as he touched the eyeball he had saved from my drop kick.
〈… It can’t be like this. This kind of thing, this kind of thing is impossible.〉
