Episode 63
“What kind of crazy bitch is this?”
“Shut up this X cub !!!”
As the gold coin jumped into the air, Damian cursed.
Contrary to the carefree comntary, the body was busy without a break.
[Kunoichi]
[Tiger fangs]
Kaga gag!
Gold coins whirled around in the air like a windmill, and at the sa ti, like a tiger thrusting its long fangs into its prey.
He was vomiting the spirit of slashing down with two twin swords in turn.
“Is it X-Blade? So that it just spins round and round?”
“…!”
Perong!
However, after Damian evaded the serial attack < Tiger Fang >, which was spinning dozens of tis per second, despite the fact that gold coins were pouring out attacks that were difficult to follow with the eyes.
Using the reaction as a driving force, he showed off a counter that was close to a feat of putting a fist on the side of a gold coin.
“You see everything. Show everything.”
“Keew…!”
For him who is under the effect of < Agent of Revenge >, it is not an exaggeration to say that the attack of gold coins is the attack of a passing mob.
It was nothing more than an uninspiring attack to Damian.
“I’m going to die of anger because I blow up expensive equipnt. So kind of fucking god—.”
“Owner bastard!!”
Damian turned his head as an urgent voice echoed behind him.
It was the voice of a bunch.
In the anti, while dealing with the mutant siren, even the effect of < Feast of Fire > disappeared, and the newbie army was bombarding in all directions according to Damian’s instructions.
– Ah ah ah ah ah…!
Kururrureung!
And Damian had no choice but to let out a laugh as he watched the mutant siren gradually build a lost form while he was dealing with gold coins.
[Notice: < ??? > is freed from the influence of < Cursed Doll >!]
[Notice: < ??? > restores the mutated siren!]
Zwirik! Zuriririk!
It escaped from the attack of the new chick army and unleashed even the magic of < Cursed Doll > on its own.
“Funny. Is this the level of heretics?”
gigg! Snuggle Geek!
Damian looked up at the mutated siren and it rattled his mask.
Unlike before, when he hardly showed any emotional change, he seed to be laughing.
Even though it was engulfed in terrible pain as its limbs were crushed and broken by an unknown sorcery.
< Cursed Doll >‘s magic wasn’t as absolute as he thought.
Instead of using its ntal power to maintain the form of a mutant siren, it focused entirely on escaping from the influence of poison darts and < curse dolls >.
“It’s pretty good for a heretic… but re mortal suffering can’t break my faith in the ssiah.”
“I, Aleister, in the na of the ssiah, proclaim that you heretics will be condemned.”
“By your death, to all the liars and dishonest in the land.”
“I will clearly tell you what the ssiah’s judgnt and punishnt will be like.”
“Be happy. You heretic.”
“Your body as well as your soul.”
“I will use every handful of it as a living proof of my faith in the ssiah…!”
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-!
In short, this crazy monster is obsessed with pseudo-doctrines that don’t know it, but don’t think it’s normal.
He was unhesitatingly making statents that he would kill Damian with all his might and reuse it as a living sacrifice.
“G-Ral. The form has a na. What it looks like is a dried fish that looks like the head of an octopus.”
Damian threw down the useless straw doll and grabbed < 9 Sashimi > in reverse.
His mind was filled with thoughts of Aleister.
Even though I had never heard of that na even in my past life mories.
How should I approach him now to kill him, what thod should I use to win this battle.
Because I had no ti to think about anything else after dozens of hundreds of simulations.
‘Is it less than 10 percent? Or lower than that.’
And as a result of comparing Damian’s own resources and Aleister’s fighting power, unlike his body, which seed like he could tear Aleister to shreds at any mont.
It wasn’t long before he was able to figure out the odds of this battle and the highest probability he could predict.
Although, if he used all his power to escape, he could have planned a later date without much difficulty for himself.
If you think about the < To the Kirikorum Swamp! > quest from Hassan and Kiran’s words that you might be able to solve the secret mystery that’s stuck in your body.
It was only natural for Damian to risk his life in a battle that was only less than 10 percent because he had a tendency to solve the problem in front of him with his own hands.
‘Let’s do it. Even if I can’t escape.’
In other words, Damian was scared in front of Aleister’s power and did not give up or run away.
He was the type of man who was reckless enough to bet his everything on the fact that there were so possibilities that might seem aningless in terms of probability.
“I will… kill… I will… for sure…!”
“What’s up?”
While Damian was thinking about how to cut Aleister to pieces, the gold flower wrapped around his forearm and stood up.
It seed that the mutation behind his back hadn’t witnessed the siren yet.
After all, Damien blew the counter with a full swing, and that wasn’t a woman with normal thinking enough to chase her here with a vengeance after all.
“hey. crazy bitch.”
“What is this bastard?”
“You are in danger now.”
“What bullshit—.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“…?”
And when Damian crossed his arms and chined, Geumhwa opened his eyes wide on purpose, and soon gathered Ami and distorted his face fiercely.
“Are you kidding now?”
“I’m serious. Behind you…”
“Shut up!!!”
Of course, it could be said that her most painful mistake was that the gold coin beaten by Damian just a mont ago was not rational enough to listen to him.
“Because this is the last ti I’ll be bluffing like now…?”
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
As the unfamiliar wave struck, a creepy exclamation mark appeared in the gold coin’s mind.
It was < Song of the Dead > by the mutant sirens.
A terrifying wide-area device that absorbs spirits into this lake of oblivion and inflicts various damage and debuffs just by touching it.
[Notice: Transformation Siren is casting < Song of the Dead >!]
[Notice: < Song of the Dead > effect slows movent and attack speed!] ….
[
Notice: < Song of the Dead > effect Due to this, mana is continuously reduced!]
“… Huh?”
dump!
And the golden coin feels the strength of its limbs unleash without realizing it as < Song of the Dead > resonates over its head.
Against his will, he couldn’t stop his knees from folding on the floor.
“What is this again—.”
– Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Just as Damien said, a man-myeonsa (人面蛇) that casts water-colored shadows behind his back was singing an aria with his head in the air with an emotionless expression.
“Look at that. What did I say?”
“Ugh… ugh…!”
When Geumhwa couldn’t co to his senses from < Song of the Dead >, Damian killed him.
Unlike before, from the beginning, the ear canal was tightly plugged.
“──────────!”
“── ── ─ ──!”
Even though I couldn’t hear a single word of what the gold coin was saying in front of my eyes because I was so blocked, Aleister and the mutant siren in the distance were talking.
“Put a buff.”
Woo woo woo!
Regardless of this ssy scene, which was no different from a sledgehamr market, Damian raised his body’s mana to the maximum and began to use all the buffs he could put on his body.
‘Only once.’
It was because, if he had calculated it, this once might have been the only way he could overco this difficulty.
“Can I write so of this?”
“this…!”
As Damian rummaged through his arms, Gold Coin gnashed his teeth.
The phrase “open your eyes and cut your nose” was sothing that would co to mind.
While < Song of the Dead > continued, Damian put his hand under the iron armor of gold coins.
While recovering the several shuriken belts attached to her thighs and the two daggers she used, she looked at the items exclusive to the kunoichi class that she kept in the form of scrolls, and was happy.
“It’s a detonation. That would change the story.”
As Damian said, among the consumable items that exist in AC, it is to the point of carrying a whole scroll of < Detonation Charge >, which is by no ans cheap.
The odds of this battle, which was initially considered to be less than 10 percent, could also have increased the odds.
“Are you giving up on living?”
oooh oh oh oh!
Aleister moved his finger while Damian searched for the gold coin.
It was the mont when the siren’s mouth was torn apart while singing < Song of the Dead >.
Dozens of vortices and transformations boiling around the torso are gradually gathering from the siren’s mouth, the light source of the hydro pump.
“Can I tell you sothing interesting?”
“…?”
And Damian looked over at Aleister, who was twitching his fingers after leaving behind the gold coin, which was practically incompetent.
I was able to instinctively notice that the body’s mana, which I had been collecting all this ti, had reached its limit.
“If you keep stacking and stacking and stacking mana… At so point, the mana hall will not be able to withstand and will explode at any mont, like the legion.”
“why? The condensed mana should be cast according to the spell and consud, but it doesn’t cast.”
“Then it rides the mana hall once, twice, three tis, four tis… it keeps turning and adding acceleration to acceleration.”
“That’s why kids who have reached their limits fall into the firebomb as their mana hall runs out of control…”
“It just explodes and dies.”
“Because the bowl is small. Because the bowl is not solid.”
“But what if the Mana Hall is significantly larger than the others?”
Quaaaaaa!
As Damian muttered as he approached the mutated siren, Aleister tilted his head halfway.
What they were saying was very difficult to understand.
I didn’t know what kind of confidence he had with such outdated theories, but if there was one thing that had changed, it was that a red aura was gushing out like a waterfall around Damian’s body.
“What are you doing?”
Pan-!
And the mont Aleister opened his mouth, Damian’s new model, which had continuously emitted a bloody aura, began to rush towards the sirens, leaving long afterimages like cots.
[Witch doctor]
[Bloodlust] × 99
It was < Bloodlust > that was stacked a whopping 99 tis.
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