Chapter 530 – The World of the Dead (8)
Ever since I awakened my aura, I still haven’t had the experience of fighting an enemy of the same level or higher.
Oh, of course, warriors of the same mithril class as me poured out like a bargain sale, just like the Dragon Ball after Vegeta became a Super Saiyan. I can’t even remember how many fucking people there were.
But where did I ever make a life-and-death decision with them?
I had the experience of squeezing out mana before using an aura, but this was the first time I’d ever bumped into an aura-to-aura.
Compared to my skills, my actual experience is a little low. It’s like a dead person who hasn’t adapted to the management method yet while raising a new character.
I’ve only studied Western education, but I have no experience of sticking with a real master after taking off the current specifications.
─Ae-Aeng Chae!!
‘But that’s not really a weakness.’
I opened Odin’s eyes and subdued Diavolo.
It must have been a minute since I heard the sound of an explosion in the arena. I was pouring attacks, using my mana like water.
I don’t know what kind of confidence this clumsy bastard has crawled out of scratching his teeth.
But whatever the reason, wasn’t Diavolo a dog-eat-dog bastard that I had already killed around the time I couldn’t use it!
Kaga-gak- Pug! I climbed up on the greatsword and searched for the spearhead, but I hit the bastard’s leg.
Odin’s eyes sensed the elaborately orchestrated movement like magic. I thoroughly suppressed Diavolo’s movements with this future foresight, the Three Powers and Five Eyes.
I slapped him on the cheek because it seemed like shit to be trembling and holding on to his form. ─Puck! Diavolo’s dark blood splattered on the chandelier.
Would you have imagined that the combat skills piled up to the point of being fucked up would be the cause of the map hack! It is your fault that you did not analyze the damage and did not analyze it.
There is no way to know the cause, and even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to fix good or bad habits overnight.
I can’t give you my habits. Maybe it was too late to poop, but after all the other idiots were running around, the idiot who crawled out was in a hurry to block my window.
And that was enough for me.
“Her! It looks like an enemy with bad ties!!”
《I will help.》
While I was threshing Diavolo, Optum and Nefertiti were also throwing chakrams and whips at mid-range.
─Puck, puck!!
A thick whip broke Diavolo’s shoulder blades. The Aura Chakram pierced his stomach and spewed out a golden ring like Sonic in the live-action movie.
It was a very narrow place for master warriors like us to fight, but the limitations of such a space did not stop the first-class killing machines. I lifted my leg as Diavolo stumbled.
In-fight in hand-to-hand combat where you cannot wield a greatsword or a spear!
But unlike other masters, my aura doesn’t cover where I cum. A fluorescent aura covered my legs.
Wow-!!
The best low kick ever hit Diavolo’s calf.
The attack power of 20 times the aurora crushed Diavolo’s leg like Jammin crushing his fucking classmate’s clay work. Pieces of meat and blood splattered as if kicking a snowman.
Pangreureu—Bagak!!
Diavolo’s face, which caused a meat spin, was whipped like a viper biting it.
The corpse, which would be regarded as hate-promoting if depicted in a picture, was literally half-skinned and made into a chanbara of fucking blood.
The fact that he did not let go of his greatsword even after his legs and head were missing was worthy of being called an example of a warrior.
《Have you done it!》
But even after hearing Optum’s muttering, I wasn’t relieved.
Odin’s eye is the eye that destroys magic spells!
My god-eye was showing how Diavolo, whose head had been pierced with the golden rule like the Apple logo, had come to life. And why this bastard waited for 6 people to search.
“I’m not dead.”
“What? … Well!”
Nefertiti even affirmed my share. Optum, who was dumbfounded, also took a back step.
Rrrr … !! The stuff in the secret room was poured out. Diavolo, whose head fell off, floated into the air spewing black demonic energy.
The bastard cast ‘Here’s the head’ on his head and put it on his side with a savage motion like Dullahan.
“As expected, the odds of winning are slim.”
Said Diavolo’s head, wedged between his armpit and his side. It was Narmer-Nile, as if everyone else was listening.
─Shit. The bastard’s face began to split as if he had let go of regret.
“I can’t help it. If the defeat was due to lack of swordsmanship, I have no choice but to understand that the previous failure was an inevitable result.”
Dullahan Diabolo reattached Ji’s neck. Why do you stick to it?
Suwook-! The crushed leg also took on the shape of a human leg as black tar-like things gushed out. What the fuck Are you sure it’s not a body?
《Whoop whoop. It’s been a while since I used black magic… !》
Diavolo opened his arms in a T-shape and burst into blushes.
“Come! Vengeful Spirits!”
《Kyaaaaa!!!》
The spirits were pulled out from the corpses of the 6-member group of tagaris.
Wasn’t it something I could only see with my Odin’s eyes? Nefertiti and Optum opened their eyes and immediately attacked. But as Diavolo stirred his hand, the shield unfolded.
‘This shit?’
It was the shield of the pup that I killed earlier.
Shuwaaaaagh—!! I was thrilled to see the black mana coming out of the ghost drawing a sixth star. Mana is extracted from the soul and absorbed into someone’s body! It’s something I’ve seen often too.
《──The Mana Inheritance Phenomenon!!》
《It is correct. Thank you for killing everyone. My conscience was pierced for me to do the tosa myself.”
Returning the bullshit to Optum’s astonishment, Diavolo spread his palm in my direction. A single horn flashed in the six-eyed star behind the youngster, causing a luminous glow.
‘Mother!’
The curse of that long-legged old man!
It surged like a virus flying in the wind.
Papa-! While avoiding it, turn the windmill with 【Gerture】. My spear deflected the invisible curse with exorcism. This output, felt even when defending, was incomparable black magic.
‘Did they even absorb the magic of the dead?’
Shit, then isn’t it more compatible than my mana succession?
Still, black magic like that would have side effects. I looked at Diavolo, expecting that, but he didn’t have any rotten flesh.
Come to think of it, that bastard didn’t use black magic that stood out to me even when I got a puncture in my head.
It is said that it is peculiar to a black mage to love her own body, but the fact that the youngster came and suddenly used black magic–
‘Are you saying that there is a calculation to overcome the side effects!’
“That… Death Knight! You mean even using magic!”
Optum shuddered and shouted out words that seemed to answer my question, but he just said that and closed his mouth.
“Hey fuck!! What is Death Knight, damn you!! Please explain!!
I asked, even risking drawing Odin’s eyes. Oftum you fucking bastard. It’s time to blow up the TMI, why the hell go into lone hunter mode when you need to?
Yes, I’ve heard the term “Death Knight” Itself.
But that’s a global grocery store setting, isn’t it vivid on-site information of this goddamn other world land?
I couldn’t believe that the nudist ‘Death Knights’ of this world were the same punching bags of frozen hearts and bloody laws I knew!
Oftum ate a bowl of swearing and barely opened the spigot.
《Death Knight! The undead of master class warriors who use auras! But it wasn’t possible to keep my sanity like that! That’s no ordinary Death Knight!”
Haha! It’s a simple source! What do you think is the reason for a black magician to train his martial arts to the level of the mithril class!”
The venomous lightning bent strangely and aimed at Optum. While I fired Theo Jaquel from my fingertips and intercepted it, Optum came and aimed at Diavolo with a chakram.
“The reason is this body! An undead body that cannot be destroyed by darkness and negative mana!”
But Diavolo dodges like a bitch! Fucking is so damn good!
《The state of the rich is far and far away! But I was born with the gift of being a warrior! Enough to become an honorary aristocrat with just one sword!”
After absorbing the mana of his subordinates who had been deliberately left to die, he must have been in a bad mood. He slapped Diavolo and smiled.
“That’s why I chose a simpler method! If I mold myself into a Death Knight! This body, like a lich, can become a black magician who is not afraid of the side effects of black magic!”
《… So, racial strife? In a bad mood.”
Diavolo, who had borrowed my hand and killed his men and took away the mana of darkness and yin, seemed genuinely offended.
“A race war? Everyone is alive! In the first place,
Diavolo said with a chuckle.
The sixth sense was shining and black magic was ignorantly inserted. Fuck the hell No matter how much mana you have, how do you force three warriors of the same level like this?
‘Well, I also beat Diavolo with my magic straw when I was getting the 3x mana buff, but there’s nothing that bastard can’t do!’
The truth of the world. What is good for me is usually good for others.
It’s a mage’s prerogative to increase attack power with mana suckers.
I’m sure you fully understand how Yenna yearned for mana in the Ghost City, or how people in an ancient civilization built a mana power plant ignoring the danger of the undead.
But I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve lost my mana. Isn’t that after the Thor imitation that was supposed to be Enrir?
‘No.
A sense of incongruity soaring in an instant.
And this intuition was my true teacher and the moonlight that led me to victory.
‘Fuck it, even if you do this, it’s too strong. Where did you get that much dark and negative mana?’
An amount of mana that is incomparable to
A bastard who had been robbed until now can instantly gain a 3-to-1 advantage? You would have to use at least three times as much dark-mana to do that?
It is not enough to say that he absorbed 100% of the power of the 6-member Takari.
It was a strange result, as if Diavolo’s mana was 10 plus the tagari’s mana was 6, and it became 60 instead of 16.
‘And there is no convenient skill in this fucking world that multiplies mana.’
Let’s say it again. What is good for me is usually good for others.
In other words, what sucks for me is shit for the enemy!
There is no magic that can be used without conditions. Even Beast Regression has such an effect only after it has severe side effects and activation conditions.
‘If this mana amplification is not multiplied or squared… There’s a plus factor that I didn’t notice!’
On top of that, Fuck Diavolo confessed to being drunk with black magic mulberry.
‘Because neither the dark and negative mana nor the black magic skills that use them are ever common.’
Considering that I hadn’t seen any of the members talking hahahoho, these bastards would have been like the drug dealer mafia, who would kill at every opportunity. It is absolutely not the Oh Soon Do-soon family.
After all, that’s what criminals are all about.
Those egoist sociopaths cooperating? Loyalty? Damn, at that point, it’s art. Let’s leave it in the history books.
The reason Yakuza emphasizes humanity and the Mafia retaliates with blood is because betrayal is commonplace.
Those assholes are, so to speak, low-key and obscene assholes who have gathered to seek child pornography, and if they get a chance to steal their opponent’s pornography, they’re a group of soybean powder that’s more than enough to tear the back of their head with a brick!
However, because the three of us, including myself, had killed them, there would have been no opponents to plunder evil mana and magic.
‘Then, the source of this mana is—’
There will be only ‘that’. I got the hang of it.
It’s not worth the time to be doing this. Wives are at risk.
I bought some insurance, but what kind of husband would laugh and pass over the family fighting the Taliban at a coffee shop just because he gave me a gun? What if my fucking wives get hurt?
So I cried out to prove my intuition.
“Everyone! Buy me a minute!”
It was a heartfelt request.
