Chapter 322 – Gangs of Rome (11)
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.
〈… It can’t be like this. This kind of thing, this kind of thing is impossible.〉
He didn’t give me a separate answer, but the warlock continued to talk, as if he wasn’t expecting my answer.
〈Everyone I stole their skills from was at least Platinum class or higher, fighters of reversal. It is unbelievable that even if you are a warrior whom the world wants to give to you, you will be defeated without any help.”
I fired Kaiser Phoenix from behind and burned the confronting zombies.
“Matei Rossi. Master of Armials. A martial art that trains the skin. Strengthen grip. Muscle strengthening. On the javelin, foot technique. Are there only 7 of these? You have killed so many.”
‘One of you is better than all of them? No, it can’t be! Does that mean that a weak martial arts master like you can become a master class warrior?!
“I am not strong. You bastard is weak.〉
At those words, the warlock opened his mouth in a daze.
Ah mistake. I forgot to play.
Before coming here, the magic of the warlock had already been analyzed from Odin’s Eye and the information he had gathered.
‘A magic that extracts martial arts memories from the body, not the soul.’
With it, he had transplanted the skills of the warriors he had killed into his own body.
‘That’s why Temurgul was fine even after being touched by me on the subject of the undead.’
The subject of the soul is always a black magician.
Because he wasn’t backward, he didn’t reach Buddhahood like other souls even if he reached me.
That’s why I called it ‘corpse manipulation’.
The reason why he handled Temurgul’s trashy body so well, even though he was a black magician, must have been because he inherited Matei Rossi’s martial arts.
‘In other words, it’s the octopus foot connection of martial arts.’
The black magician made the technology extracted from Matei Rossi’s body into his own, and spread it to the body of another undead.
Black magic that steals dozens of skills others have trained for 10 years and 20 years and uses them for yourself or others!
That was the identity of that man’s magic.
Even that seemed clumsy to me, though.
The black magician’s face became reddish. It was a common outburst of researchers who failed to throw the technologies, hypotheses, and papers they had researched all their lives into the trash.
I calmly hit the provocateur repeatedly. If you can’t accept the facts, you have no choice but to make them realize through the violence of words.
〈… What?〉
〈There was a distance, but I fired an exploding mana javelin, so I was easily intercepted, and it was not the timing to kill, but I fired a series of wide-open kick techniques, so I was hit by my attack. It’s just that he learned a great technique and got the wrong way to use it.〉
I said it like an idiot.
His mediocre close-combat abilities undermined the martial art’s subtlety. The fraudster who brought the five card by subtracting the undercard from poker only played two pairs because he did not know the rules of the game, and the stupidity of fifty steps and hundred steps.
As my words continued, the warlock’s complexion turned pale, then stained with murderous intent. He’s getting mad at my analysis of his self-research, which only scratches the surface and digs it all up.
It was worth it. Isn’t it the same as having the chef sit down at a restaurant and revealing all the recipes, saying he’s fucking bad at cooking?
Shit, even if it’s me, I’ll be pissed off if someone I’m seeing for the first time swears at me for writing a dissertation on my own.
〈At first, just trying to suppress the side effects must have turned the tables. Understand the heart The anchovy orderer, who was too tired to handle himself, must have wanted to try it, since his limbs are overflowing with strength.〉
〈… You. Where did he come from?〉
Having said that, I turned on my telepathy with the rune of ᚨ (Ansuz) and whispered in Narmer-Nile.
《And also the adventurer who killed the horned eunuch unicorn that was the mascot of your
《… …》
“You guys are a soybean flour group, so even if a colleague dies, you don’t take revenge? So, let’s die clean here too? I don’t intend to see you anyway, son of a bitch.”
There is a reaction.
This bastard was, after all, the warlock of
《… Indeed. Is it. It was a trap from the beginning, isn’t it?”
The warlock stood stunned, then giggled and his shoulders trembled. I frowned at that self-consciousness.
“Ah, damn no. Do you think you would have said that you would kill one? Do I look so free? I’m here because I have work to do. After looking through everything, let’s blow to our heart’s content? Yes?”
《… Under. Yeah, I didn’t have enough treats. This is also a bad habit for black magicians.”
As he bared his teeth, his dark red eyes splattered thicker.
《The stronger you become, the more you think of the side effects after victory rather than victory!!》
─Chwchwwwww!!
The blood that was polluting the ninth floor was sucked into his body. It was like a cheap splatter movie where bags filled with blood and gunpowder are made.
“Senior!”
Lalilura shouted as she picked up the discarded equipment on the floor. As if all the other zombies were behind, Primor and the escorts also formed formations around me while acting as if they were exhausted.
The female thieves hated seeing the black magician weaving a cocoon of blood.
〈… Pestilence. Quit it. There are more than one or two things I have to apologize to you after everything is over, starting with me right now.〉
Hans laid the foreshadowing of death naturally.
Uh, well He’s an angry bastard, but he seemed a bit sorry if he fell behind.
‘Honestly, I’ve seen kill angles a few times, but I missed them on purpose. Sorry.’
I’m sorry for the escorts, but this process was a must for me.
It was because there was a high possibility that he would not be able to find out information about Tyrsi if he really killed him.
‘Because if I become a warlock, I won’t be able to finely obey the next soul.’
I didn’t know if the soul would kill itself to fuck me, or it might resist like a specter with the remaining mana.
While alive, there is no way to know the whereabouts of Tirshi unless he is completely powered off.
Seeing the enemy’s second phase wasn’t what I wanted, though.
We stared at the bloody cocoon nervously. An insidious murmur leaked from the cocoon.
〈… 200 years old? Black magician? That’s terrible.〉
As the wizard murmured, an eerie laugh leaked out.
─Puffy.
From the cocoon that collapsed helplessly like a balloon burst, the warlock walked out wearing bright red armor.
‘Shall I tell you the truth? It was I who founded the Corbona family. The 2nd and subsequent bosses who have continued this tradition are just zombies who bring me youth and money.〉
As if the armor of blood was integrated with the veins, it extended to the warlock’s face as well. I clenched my fists with the intention of confronting him even if I had to reveal my identity.
The warlock seemed to have regained his confidence after applying the buff. Or, as he said, he absorbed life force and revived even the strokes of his youth.
Whatever the truth, he said with an evil grin.
