Episode 254
“Thunder storm!!!”
Kkwagwagwagwagwang!
Lightning struck.
It was a feast of lightning that seed to be several ters in diater.
A thunderbolt close to a disaster that cannot even be compared to Lightning Vortex.
And the thunderbolt not only devastated the empty lot where King Arthur was standing, but also burned all objects within a radius of several tens of ters to black.
The explosion was enough to create large and small craters on Ruwella’s plaza.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha…!”
A sharp breath is exhaled.
His hand holding the < 12 Wings of Tetra > trembled slightly.
How long has it been since you put all your energy into this?
How long had it been since I had been driven to the edge of a cliff like this?
Besides, this was the first ti I had ever been swept away by such rciless violence until my whole body was disfigured.
He had never felt so miserable in his life.
Ever since he was the fourth grandson of the Yushin Group family and thus put on a natural mask to survive among his many brothers and sisters.
From the ti when countless words and actions moved without knowing his hands, and daggers and blades fought in secret among the shadows he did not know.
Even in such a terrible family, he survived and occupied a unique position as a natural psychopath.
In other words, this raw fight is the first ti in my life.
No matter how hard he stuck a knife behind his back and didn’t blink an eye to kill people, it all ca from his own words and tongue.
There was no reason to engage in such a savage fight where bones were broken, caved in, flesh was crushed, and blood was splattered.
There was no need or reason to do so.
He beca interested in this virtual reality ga because he was able to experience things he could never do in real life.
However, he never dread that he, who had always been a ruler and a predator, would end up in such a miserable state.
It was too much of a price to pay for what he did, guided by curiosity and desire for no reason.
This ti, he thought that he would be able to get what he wanted without difficulty, and because of that, he compared Damian to food while talking about fine dining.
It was one of the very natural things and close to a right for the na King Arthur to have no hesitation in thinking that way.
By the way…
“…X feet.”
King Arthur felt a terrifying pain emanating from his sunken, distorted face.
It was neither reassuring nor exhilarating at all.
< Thunder Storm >, which he cast with all his might, is a rare skill that has never appeared even in large-scale blood battles, and he was only able to acquire it after reaching level 90.
So King Arthur never dread that Damian would be alive, but cursed at the fact that the thirst he felt when he first heard his na was hardly quenched.
If it was a failure, it was a failure.
There were many things he wanted to ask of Damian, and there were many things he wanted to ask himself by dealing with him.
So, I hoped to find the answer to quench this unknown thirst by directing a huge stage until I t Damian.
But now… as he said, it sohow didn’t matter.
I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and get out of this dirty feeling and terrible pain.
“Bastard X. The skill makes a fuss.”
“…?!”
Until suddenly, a voice I didn’t want to hear resounded from beyond the ruins.
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“You…”
Giggik! Giggi Gig!
King Arthur stared blankly at ‘it’ that appeared through the ruins.
‘It’ was staggering towards in an obnoxious manner.
There was no doubt that he was almost naked with all his equipnt burnt out, but he had to take off even the worn-out wolf-headed helt and matt-like bottoms.
Why? What do you not feel like the man in front of you right now as a human being?
The sense of incongruity was strong enough to lightly crush the sense of identity as a human being, and King Arthur was soon able to vaguely guess what it was.
‘Eyes…’
Blood-red pupils.
Pupils that seed to swell with gore and therefore aroused hatred not as a ga, but as a human instinct.
That is the identity that makes it difficult to think of ‘that’ as the sa human and user, and at the sa ti, it is also the cause of a strong sense of incongruity.
The gray hair and black muscularity were a bonus.
The man he was dealing with before, Damian, definitely had the feeling of a caveman with copper-colored muscles, but now he was more like a god of death than a savage.
So to speak, it was the god of death.
It’s not just a familiar Shinigami that I’ve seen often, but a forgotten and forgotten Shinigami (邪神) whose na I don’t even know.
“What you looking at.”
Device device device device gig!
It was < Saint of Death >.
[Saint of Death]
Level: 1 (M)
Attribute: Death (Passive)
Description: When HP is damaged to 0, it contracts with the endless darkness and is reborn as an immortal body that does not die even if it dies. For 1800 seconds, HP does not drop below 1 and becos immune to various abnormal conditions and damage.
When entering the < Saint of Death > state, it emits < Aura of Death > and becos an absolute attack state that deals damage to enemies in the ignoring and reflecting state. Ignores cooldowns and resource consumption of all active skills. When < Saint of Death > ends, all resources and stats decrease by 99% and beco irrecoverable for 1800 seconds.
*Death Aura: Causes < Fear > and < Darkness > to a target within a 10m radius and activates < Evil Eyes of Instant Death > once. When using < Mystic Eye of Instant Death >, you inflict a powerful attack that leads to death.
Cooldown: 7200 seconds.
“…”
Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
A dark green aura flows mixedly.
And King Arthur instinctively held up the < 12 Wings of Tetra >.
This is dangerous.
You have to kill ‘that’ right away.
I don’t know what happened at the mont, but what’s important now isn’t that kind of thing.
So, regardless of Damien’s creaking approach, King Arthur discharged his mana, forgetting that he was out of breath just before.
“Porridge————o——!”
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
As King Arthur stretched out his < 12 Wings of Tetra >, a roar erupted.
It was unbelievable.
The mont when the sound of a leather drum exploding rang through the plaza and his arm holding the staff felt empty.
In that mont, King Arthur saw that the < 12 Wings of Tetra > tilted and thought sothing was wrong.
“Uh…”
His right arm fell to the ground with his shoulder.
– ──────────!!!
A ripping voice fills the square.
An indescribable pain surges.
Sounds that sound like screams, sounds like crying, sounds like anger, and sounds like anger mix randomly.
The god of death just continued staggering while his eyes bulged out in astonishnt and shock as if they were about to pop out.
The reason why he was able to defeat the desperate Aleister Crowley in one blow.
The reason he was able to survive King Arthur’s Thunder Storm.
It was the evolution of a new passive after becoming a zombie, and it was also the power of Shaka acquired along with the job change.
It was also a trump card he had been secretly hiding with Brunak.
Even though I had to not lose my ego from the pain that seed to burn to the bone and the thunderbolt that even turned my head into an idiot.
He could no longer be forced in the na of pain, as one side had already been destroyed by the curse of the misinformation system.
Maybe he wasn’t even human in another sense.
Even if you no longer have to give up being human and leave only your instincts behind, even if you don’t get eaten by the inner demon called Abraxas.
He had already beco sothing he was no longer a human, both externally and internally, to the extent that he blew King Arthur’s arm into a demonic eye.
“You… You you you you… What are you doing? What the hell are you doing bastard!!”
Damian did not respond to King Arthur’s words.
It was just andering around as if possessed, and repeating the approach.
As if… a person who had discovered a very delicious dish in a dream.
Or like discovering a strange creature you’ve never seen before.
And as King Arthur stared at him with eyes full of fear, Damian’s face ca closer in an instant.
– Don’t make a fuss. ‘Cause it’s just the beginning
“…!”
And a black shadow began to cast over King Arthur’s face.
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[Warning: Increased blood pressure detected!]
[Warning: Brain damage detected!]
[Warning: Adrenaline hypersecretion detected!]
[Warning: Heart rate rises rapidly!]
[Warning: User and Synchronization of the capsule is terminated urgently!
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Yumin twisted his body, being engulfed by the system alarm that resonated inside the capsule.
He seed out of his mind.
Cold sweat dripping from clenched fists with eyes wide open.
Yoo-min’s condition was not normal at first glance, and Kim Woo-seong, the head of the departnt, sweated hard to open the lid of the capsule containing Yu-min.
“Open soon!!! hurry!!!”
“yes!!!”
It was because Yu-min lying in the capsule could beco an idiot if he didn’t care.
“young master!! Are you okay!!”
Chunk!
When the capsule was opened, Chief Kim took Yu-min out.
It was an outrageous force.
However, even though Kim Woo-sung has pulled out Yu-min’s body, it seems that the person involved has not co to his senses yet.
“young master! That’s ! Wake up!!”
And as Chief Kim hugged Yu-min and shook his body rcilessly, Yu-min’s eyes began to show black masturbation gradually.
If Chief Kim Woo-sung hadn’t slapped his cheek, he might have beco an idiot.
“Buy buy buy—.”
“young master!”
“Die… kill …!”
While Chief Kim was devastated, Yu-min pulled him by the collar.
The two wide-eyed eyes glisten as if they were going to devour him.
However, it is sothing that even if you are not the director Kim Woo-sung, who has been aiding you for a long ti, you can know that what is in those eyes is not madness but fear.
And Chief Kim couldn’t help but cheer when he saw Yoo-min’s hand, which was gripping his collar, lose strength and at the sa ti his head fell back.
“Security team! What’s the security team doing?! The ambulance is still far away!!!”
Beep Beep-!!
Soon after, a loud siren began to reverberate through the villas in Hannam-dong.
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