My Villains Episode 382
62. Tactics of Deception (9)
The sword flew. It seed so.
Wedge liquid!
The old man’s two swords moved lightly, like a pair of birds flapping their wings.
At first glance, the two longswords looked like twins. Now that I am familiar with it, I can see a subtle difference. The long sword held in the left hand has a long crossbar and feels heavy. The long sword held in the right hand has a narrow tip and a light feel. Like a hawk with outstretched wings and a crouching hummingbird.
Kagak!
The black-red coated blade deflected the hawk that stabbed between the forehead. The hummingbirds that flew in succession aid at the side. He twisted his back and stretched out his hand. It is to snatch the hummingbird’s beak with a glove covered with black scales.
And at the next mont
,
the knife tip pierces the armpit.
“Big n
burr broken tal rings fly around. The plate shoulder blades peeled off like the shells of a well-cooked shrimp.
“X these feet—”
Cold steel digs deeper into the armpit. can’t back down The mont I step back, the opponent will throw off balance and wield another longsword. Then the throat is cut off.
Kwap.
Judgnt was quick.
I grabbed the blade stuck in my armpit and pressed it. At the sa ti, ‘black ice’ was stabbed at the old man’s stomach.
There’s no way. The heavy longsword aid at the black ice and pierced it.
earth!
The old man’s pale eyes flashed. It was because the black ice was empty and rolled across the floor.
The hawk, kicking off the floor and trying to bounce back, lost its balance for a mont as the blade collapsed. I threw my body toward the gap that wouldn’t be even half that half, let alone one second.
“Good.”
Muttering so in Gellan, the old man swung to the right.
“You bastard-”
He was confident that he could finish it as long as he grabbed his waist. A giant’s strength and a troll’s regenerative power shine more in a ssy dog fight than in an elegant sword.
But the old man, who held a hawk and a hummingbird in both hands, was quick even with his footwork. It was obviously not fast, but it looked like it would be counterattacked if it recklessly pursued it.
Still, in order not to let go of the old man, he held on to the beak of the hummingbird all the way. While the owner of the winged hawk backed away, he fiercely pecked my wrist.
Caang!
“Ageuk”
loses strength in the mouth. As soon as I regained my freedom, the hummingbird aid at my eyes and I backed away with my shoulders back.
“.§.Oops -Q- O ” -— w ■ — —”
Looking down, the plate vauntlets were dented.
My wrists are numb. It was a shock that he would normally have endured enough, but his wrist wasn’t normal, perhaps because he had tore the armor of the imperial knights to pieces.
In fact, a slightly sore wrist is a minor injury that you may not even be aware of. But now it has beco a big enough weakness.
It’s because the opponent is a ‘sword master’.
“Huh uhhh.”
He took a breath and raised his mana.
Tsu Tsu Tsu.
Blood rushes to the wound in the armpit. The crack closes and the scab swells.
By the ti I picked up the black ice that was rolling around the ground, even the scabs had fallen off. Washing away my injuries in three or four breaths, I glared at the old man in front of .
Hopeken Seongbaek. Imperial Sword Master.
He was an old man, at least past his 60th birthday, but he was one of the most dangerous opponents I’ve ever t.
I was stabbed five tis in about 30 matches. In the anti, the only thing that Hopeken Seongbaek had was a scratch on the nosepiece of his helt.
Even though I have the upper hand in strength, speed, montum, and stamina, there is no way a fight can be established.
It’s because of a single swordsmanship.
I was proud of myself for being excellent at swordsmanship among knights. Apart from simply being good at fighting, the technical part was also considered to have reached a considerable level.
But today, I feel like a stupid gorilla after competing with a sword master.
Since he couldn’t hit properly, he had no chance to use his strength, and his speed was colorless as his movents were less efficient. His spirit was in vain against a consistently calm opponent, and his stamina was aningless as he was cheated.
Of course, they were fighting a war right now, not competing in swordsmanship. However, even with the other thods I had, the effect was not very good.
“Surp”
He grabbed the black ice and reached out his left hand toward the old man before kicking off the ground. The blood flowing through the body boiled and projected power outward.
.bang/ The floor, soaked red with horse and human blood, exploded. Riding on the montum, sharp fragnts rushed at the old man.
rorbuk.
Seongbaek muttered the start language. A translucent pattern flashed over the leather glove covering his left hand.
Wow.
A subtle shockwave followed by a strange sound shattered sharp fragnts. In an instant, a red mist spread. I unconsciously stretched out my mana, but I couldn’t control it. It’s because the mana is frozen. The leather gloves with the Hopeken Holy Bag were similar to the magic dagger ‘Dalmais’ that Ulkar gave , and it was a magic tool that spreads anti-magic fields.
Kakang!
Still, there is a gap.
Due to the deploynt of the anti-magic field, the other magic tools that Seongbaek was wearing also lost their power. Bracelets, rings, and belts that assist various physical abilities such as muscle strength, quickness, and lung capacity beca useless for a while.
Holy Baek Hopecan was unable to receive my sword head-on, even with the help of various magic tools. And now, no matter how superhuman, it was impossible for an old man over 60 to deal with without the help of magic tools.
Seongbaek Hopeken also knew this.
Pak!
He kicked the broken spearhead.
A spear blade that flies straight into the eye. As soon as he lightly evaded by bending his head, the old man pulled the bag from his waist and scattered the contents.
Charreuk!
I instinctively raised my hand, but grains the size of millet flowed down my head and forehead and stuck to my face.
profit!
“Quaaaaaagh!”
Clouds of smoke and burning pain obscured my eyes.
“This dog-baby!”
Even in the midst of closed eyes, the black ear was exactly the opponent’s neck.
In the field of vision provided by his sharp senses, Seongbaek Hopeken showed a completely unexpected movent. He threw himself forward, rolling over the mud, and extended the knife to my groin.
“Ik”
quickly withdrew one foot and struck down a longsword resembling a falcon. The hummingbird’s beak burrowed through a gap the size of a fingernail in the femoral carapace.
Fu-wook!
“Kkeuu”
The blade pierced the outside of her thigh by a span. Biting his tongue enough to bleed, he hit the sword, and Seongbaek let go of the sword inserted into his thigh and rolled back.
O” -— At that mont, the magic returned. The anti-magic field was released.
As soon as I realized that, instead of repairing the wound on my thigh, I poured magic-filled blood into the tip of my left hand.
Fu-wook/
The tips of all four fingers, excluding the thumb, exploded and dark red tentacles sprouted.
“Co on-!”
Before the screaming scream was over, the four tentacles stretched out, leaving dark red afterimages.
Wedge!
It is a rank 2 skill ‘Blood Whip’ that has been sealed in the anti due to its excessively hideous appearance.
As the bloody scourge stretched to six or seven ters, the first crack in Hopeken’s poker face ca.
He held a sword resembling a falcon in both hands and perford a slash like lightning. The sword, which did not co out even after colliding with the black ice dozens of tis, cut off two whips of blood.
“Fuck!”
The pain as if the ring finger and little finger were cut off passed through the whip of blood. Add to that the stabbed thighs and burning face, and it seed like she was about to pass out.
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artists.
The monster raised its head slightly while invoking bloodthirst. It seed to be whispering sothing.
The artist whispered, “It’s okay to close your eyes, take a break, and I’ll take care of everything.”
hard. nonsense.
I don’t know if it was because I wanted to, but I couldn’t succumb to this temptation.
“Turn it off!”
I cut off part of the tip of my tongue with my front teeth. Blood boiled again and the will to fight rose to the top of his head.
The dark red tentacles protruding from the index and middle fingers were still tenaciously holding out. Even in the midst of moaning in pain, thanks to his instinctive struggle, Seongbaek’s forearm and waist were tightly wrapped around him.
“Huh uh uh-”
“Hmm!”
Holy Baek Hopeken, who was struggling to get rid of the bloody whip, began to be dragged helplessly when I used my strength in earnest. It was so wonderful to see her not losing her balance against , who was using enough strength to push her stepping foot into the ground. But the only fate left for him was to be decapitated by .
“Your Excellency Seongbaek Seo!”
“Save your Excellency/”
The senses that had been focused on the other person expanded in an instant.
I noticed it now, but the battle was in a lull. The knights of the empire and the kingdom were drawing a big circle with and Holy Baek Hopeken in the middle.
“These cowards!”
“Stop!”
The belated recognition was colorless, but the knights who had been engrossed for so ti quickly regained their senses and rushed towards a single point.
“Search everything, you bastards!”
It was Fritz wearing lacquered full body armor who scread evil. He imdiately took the lead and threw a small ax at the enemies. The ax that looked funny at first glance because it had a small blade and a short handle was a joke!
Electricity was emitted in all directions with a sound like thick cotton fabric being torn.
“Ughhh!”
“Kreuk.”
A group of Imperial knights stopped and trembled as if nailed to their place.
“Whoa!”
Fritz swung the iron flail while making a sound that could not be determined whether it was cheering or spirited. The heavy iron weight struck an unlucky knight who was
trembling defenselessly, shattering his helt and head at once.
”Kill them all-!”
At Lord Ankir’s roar, the kingdom’s knights rushed in unison. They dug into the gap created by the magic ax Fritz had thrown.
“Master!”
A group of n confronted them. Judging from the sound they made and the way they were holding two long swords, they seed to be disciples of Holy Baek Hopeken.
Again, the knights on both sides collided and used a rattle. However, all my attention was focused on the Holy Baek being dragged by the whip of blood.
“Hehehe-”
The old man cut off the tentacles that wrapped around his waist, but his left arm was still tightly bound.
“Cut off the limbs-”
“Keuugh!”
“I’ll fry it in oil.”
poured black ice A longsword resembling a falcon tried to block it, but there was no way one hand could do what two hands couldn’t do.
Kang Kwazik!
The dark red blade that bounced off the longsword lodged in Seongbaek’s shoulder.
“Keep down, Your Excellency!”
“Be careful Lord Phoenix-”
An urgent shout ca in the midst of confusion.
Holy Baek Hopeken lay on his face, almost collapsing, and beyond that, a flash of green light burst out. Before I even had ti to react, a beam of light—no, a jelly-like mass ca crashing down on .
Chii profit! The identity of the
“Ugreuk”
mass was a sli that spewed out acidic bubbles.
It’s not a normal sli, but he lted the plate breastplate enchanted with all sorts of magic in an instant. On top of that, it ate my face.
“Rurrrrrrrrrr!”
My eyes stung like crazy, my skin felt like it was being ripped off, and I couldn’t breathe.
Fu-wook!
“Enemy” I felt a terrible pain in my chest one after another. As soon as I opened my eyes, the mucus that had lted my eyelids burned even my eyeballs.
“die.”
The red and green light faded, and through the sli I could see Holy Baek Hopeken with a dagger driven into my chest.
“Rurruleuk”
I managed to reach out my hand just before my eyes went dark.
Kwadeuk.
That cheerful sound was the last sensation I felt.
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