Chapter 277 – Guardian of the Dungeon
Thinking so, Seong-il immediately inspects his armament and leaves to find a new colleague.
“Is this right…?”
“Yes. It must be this way.”
Her sister Leah and the goblins move the sanctuary to a new place, and Seong-il and her sister Lena move to the place Lassal told you about.
‘It’s definitely comfortable to have a colleague with scouting skills.’
Lena runs through the field without hesitation and guides her on her holy day. Even she herself is surprised that she can catch up with her only if she unfolds her godly law.
‘It’s not like they’re using martial arts, so how can they be so fast…?’
Seong-il follows her, staring blankly at her from behind.
A colony of giant mushrooms arrived shortly after. At that time, Seong-il was momentarily taken aback by the bizarre colony. She begins to hear a roar and other commotion from somewhere.
“There!”
Lena’s sharp cry. Seong-il uses the invisibility ring to conceal her body without her words and flings herself to the place of disturbance.
“Uh…?
Lena is surprised when her holy day hides her body in an instant. Then, she puts her behind her, and her seongil grasps the circumstances of the place where she takes her.
‘Hmm…?’
An unusually disturbing scene. A young man in a black robe was confronting dozens of heavily armed warriors with a group of ragged old men.
‘…It’s a skeleton, right? That?’
And the skeletons holding weapons spread wide as if to escort him. Although he was sloppy, he was armed with a shield and longsword and pointed his weapon at the enemy.
‘Is it a warlock?’
Perhaps this time, the randomly appearing colleague seems to be a warlock, and Seong-il forgets to go to the rescue, and she examines every corner of him with interest.
‘How does it operate like that…?’
When he thought so A knight who was aiming a sword in a confrontation started shouting at them while wearing a helmet.
“Surrender! Cultists! If you surrender, I will spare you your life.”
“Whoops… How hard it was to come here, how could it be? Guys, I’ll take the time, so run away.”
“Evil black magician…!! It’s not enough that he dared to insult the corpses of our comrades until the end…! Kill everyone without leaving a single one!”
‘I can’t do it anymore.’
A battle that begins when an enraged knight tries to attack and shouts. Seong-il silently returns to their rear and moves towards the crossbowmen who are stationed in the rear.
‘Five crossbowmen…’
Rather than shooting arrows at skeletons, which have strong resistance to piercing attacks, the crossbowmen were concentrating on shooting civilians trying to escape behind the warlock.
“These bastards…”
“It’s been a while since I sympathized with you.”
And the cursed sword and Seong-il felt the blood flowing backwards. Without hesitation, he draws out his sword and spreads out a square to begin slashing the crossbowmen one by one.
“Cheuk!!”
A crossbowman bleeds to death with an expression of disbelief when a sword suddenly emerges from the air behind him and pierces his chest.
Seeing this, the crossbowmen look at the holy day with a puzzled look and shout out loud.
“Attack!! It’s an attack… Creepy!!”
And the dark elf thief Lena also pops out like a ghost and stabs another crossbowman in the neck with a sharp dagger, killing the enemy without hesitation.
“These dogs are aiming at the Demizen Civilians first?
“Oh…! Allies?!”
The black magician who controlled the skeletons with a relaxed expression all the time. However, his appearance so far may have been bluff, but he shows a different passion than he has shown before.
“Hey! Hold on. I’ll take care of all these bastards and go there.”
“…Dare!!”
A knight who killed two crossbowmen in an instant and looked enraged at the word that he would come to them. However, unlike his hot-tempered nature, he is not an idiot, and commands a soldier next to him in a loud voice.
“Hans! You need to get out of the line right now and call for support! Maybe the guy we’re looking for is here!”
‘Hmm… That’s difficult…’
Seong-il quickly attacks the crossbowmen with a Taegeuk sword fight. He uses the artifact given by the god of the moon, and since the energy consumed has not been recovered, he explodes the remaining power at once and injects energy into the sword.
“Oh! Is this at that time?”
The extreme heat used when the white knight exhausted himself the previous time begins to spray golden lines.
“What…!!”
The knight panics when he sees a bloody form of golden energy enveloping Seongil’s sword and striking him. He panics when he sees the apostles of light or Seong-il using useful techniques.
“Profit!!”
However, as if he was quite skilled, he quickly made up his mind, and the knight began to bless the sword.
“Huh…!”
A knight’s sword that starts to shine as brightly as his own sword. Seongil thinks that the power is probably a kind of blessing from the god of light.
“Good?”
Seong-il, who thought it was a good opportunity to test his strength, swung his sword more vigorously, rather than feeling a sense of danger.
“This guy…!!”
The knight gritted his teeth and endured Seongil’s heinous offensive. However, Seong-il’s relentless offensive, which uses magic imprints to set acceleration buffs, keeps him in a hurry, and in the end, his one arm is fatally injured.
“Kuk…!!”
“Captain!”
The soldiers who saw it deal with the warlock and his minions, and some break away from the front line to help him.
“Ha… Do you guys think I look like an idiot?”
The warlock sneered at the sight of two or three soldiers trying to break away from the front line for a while, then muttered a strange tone behind the soldier’s back.
“Cheuk!!”
Then a strange black hand protrudes from his leg. Horrible hands that look like demons grab the soldiers’ legs and begin to squeeze them hard.
‘…Hmm? Is that similar to my shadow magic?’
Seong-il is interested in the black magician’s spell. He leisurely spreads his swordsmanship and fights as if he were overriding a knight without even trying to use 『Emotion』.
“Profit…!!”
In fact, as Seong-il seemed to be playing with himself, the knight gritted his teeth and swung his sword more violently.
However, no matter which way he swings his sword or whatever skill he uses, as if the sword of Seongil already knows the future, he arrives at his attack route in advance and receives the attack.
“Haha…”
Even with all his might, Seong-Il can’t even get a scratch on him, so the knight gets angry and shouts at Seong-Il.
“I see!
“Sure.”
Responding to the knight’s desperate efforts, he swung his sword and cut his throat.
“Keah!”
“Goodbye. You don’t seem to know much, so there’s no need to keep you alive.”
“Captain!!”
The subordinates are horrified when they easily overpower their captain after a long battle. When they grit their teeth and take up arms.
“I got you!”
“!!”
The monsters who caught the soldier who had run away wearing a mask out of nowhere in a corner.
“It’s been hard. Help me and clean up the rest of the enemies.”
“Huh!”
With the exception of the one holding the hostage, the other two alter egos follow the holy day and begin to join the battle.
“Cuck!”
When dozens of skeletons, even Seongil and his alter egos were put into battle, the enemies were attacked from both sides, so they could not stand it for long and were annihilated.
“Hmm… Thank you. Maybe…?”
The black magician greets him with a slightly wary attitude, perhaps because he has not yet grasped the true identity of Seongil. Seong-il puts his sword in to reassure him and answers him.
“The Moon Sanctuary has come to help.”
“Ohh…!! As expected!”
The Warlock and his companions are very happy at the word Sanctuary of the Moon. They prepare to move to the temporary sanctuary following the holy day.
“Hmm… You mean the sanctuary is temporary, so we have to go to a new place now…?”
“That’s right. Existing personnel are already moving the sanctuary.”
“Oh… If so…!!”
After saying that, the black magician uses strange power to spread magic around.
‘Oh… If you focus on 『Emotion』, You can feel the flow of magic now, right? It’s amazing…’
Ugh!!
The ominous flow of magical power emitted by the black magician begins to flow into the corpse of the enemy who has just died.
“Big uh…”
“!!”
Then, the fallen corpses rise and begin to rise from their seats, moving their bodies in a terrifying manner.
“Now… You bugs of light. Let’s go pay the price for the sins we committed during our lifetime.”
“…This?”
“It’s a zombie. It’s one of my specialties. It’s just a meat shield for combat, but it’s quite useful for doing simple labor.”
“Hmm…”
It was a bit reluctant, but Seong-il did not particularly stop his actions because he was on fire due to a lack of manpower.
“Take the corpse of that knight over there!”
“Huh…?”
When the black magician does not resurrect the knight’s corpse but simply takes it, Seong-il looks at the black magician with a puzzled expression.
Perhaps feeling his gaze, the warlock smiled and replied.
“Ah… That guy… He’s weak, but he can use divine power.
“Aha…”
A death knight who is a fairly usable combat agent in-game. I remember Seongil as a very useful unit for vigilance and defense, as it does not require rest due to its undead nature.
‘Even though it’s embarrassing, I can’t help it because my ability is good.’
At that time, Seong-il was not saying anything with an ambiguous expression on his face. After completing all the spells, the black magician begins to introduce himself to Seong-il.
“I’m Velen. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Han Seong-il. Daejeonsaji who came here by God’s call.”
“Ohh… Daejeonsa…”
As they exchange nonsensical words with each other, they move on to a new sanctuary.
“By the way… Belen, you’re a warlock, aren’t you?”
“Yes? What… As you can see my ability… Right?”
“Hmm… Then, do you know a little about this power…?”
Having said that, Seongil raised a shadow and summoned a long hand.
“That…!”
The black magician is surprised when Seong-il uses a technique similar to his own. He is interested in seeing the shadows cast by Seong-il.
“Funny… I don’t think it’s the same spell as mine.”
“Well… It’s a kind of magic trick.”
“Ohhh… Could you share the technique with me later? Of course it’s not free. I’ll definitely pay for it.”
“Well… Let’s talk later.”
“Huh-huh… I’m looking forward to it.”
‘Somehow I get the feeling that if I talk to this guy, he’ll get something nice.’
Before entering the dungeon’s guardian, he tried to wear the 『Phantom Thief’s Luck』 Skill, which he had never used before.
The strange sense that the skill gives him advises him that he can get something from the black magician.
‘Once we arrive at the Holy Land, we should make a dungeon in earnest now. And then, why don’t you get a compliment?’
‘…In addition, I decided to put the white knight in the inner plane for half a day, so I have to take care of it quickly.’
“Hmm… That sword… Isn’t it a normal sword…?”
“…My sword?”
“Yes. It feels like dark magic. It’s also very high-level.”
Seongil, lost in thought alone, is approached by Warlock Velen, looking at the sword with interest.
“Hmm? That guy smells like my previous owner…?』
