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Whether it’s the leader or something, a group of thieves rush down at the command to attack.

Because it is a dark night, the black energy blooming with color creates countless lines in the air.

From Cheong’s perspective, it looks like they are coming down as a group carrying glow sticks that are about to go out.

The black energy has to shine at just that level, the amount of light equivalent to the glow-in-the-dark dinosaur that was in my nephew’s room before he left the country.

However, anyone can see that this is not an ordinary band of thieves.

What group of thieves in the world would each have their own weapon with a subtle glow and spray poisonous plants?

Even when it comes to regular wild vegetables in Green Forest, more than half of them are nothing more than just using your strength through external attacks.

This is a force that should be considered a regular combat unit, not a bandit unit.

Is it even possible to mobilize a faction that has taken over a city?

I would say it is truly a powerful force.

but. Strength is always relative.

Cheong pulls the left hand over his shoulder.

A ferocious life filled with anger at a moment’s notice.

A woman’s life flashes in my mind in a moment.

Because it was my father who suffered endless abuse during my childhood and sold my young body before it even fully ripened. Women in the same situation comforting each other, slowly breaking down, miserable lives of surviving without being able to die, and fire, knives, blood, and screams. My sisters, who were the only reason I could hold on to life, were cut off by the thin, fragile rope that barely allowed me to breathe. Break, the hand that is clutching the grudge, the hand that is trembling with clenching blood has drained and become pure white, the hand is so white and fair that it is transparent.

Behind the back of Cheong’s hand, a demon created by the woman’s resentment adds strength.

With its bony skeleton, nails that stand out like an animal, and every joint being twisted and elongated, its appearance alone must be something horrifying that doesn’t exist in the world.

However, the hand sparkles with pure white brilliance, and even the terrible shape is just transparent malice that wraps itself in a certain sublime beauty.

Small hand.

White is the ugliest color.

Like the snow white that covers the suffering earth, it is a terrible color that muffles the terrible screams of the soul.

Cheong’s fingernails lightly graze the bandit’s belly skin, and only the hem of Amun’s clothes gets caught in his fingertips, and he roughly tears it apart.

However, a white demon with a single eyelid covered behind the back of his hand digs into the man’s stomach.

A resentment that tears, not cuts.

Damn, hot blood hits my face.

The hot temperature that originally boiled with life, but cools down to the full surface of blue.

Hmm, a sticky laugh escapes me without even realizing it.

Yes, all those dirty boys should be slaughtered. Everything, everything.

Master would probably praise me, well, Master, no, Master said to beat him, not kill him.

Umm. After all, killing everyone is a bit much, right?

What if we kill half of humanity?

In the first place, all men are possessed by a lustful devil. No, it is normal for a man to come into heat at twelve o’clock a day and have a lustful devil, isn’t it? That’s abnormal.

Still, there weren’t many people who were turned away by that sexual desire, so isn’t there a boundary that separates humans and beasts?

And then I thought, why am I worrying about this? Does it make sense that he should be killed just because he is a man?

ah! This is ideology, this is magic.

It was Cheong who shuddered at the violent image of Sosu Demon Gong and his true intention of slaughtering all the men in the world.

It was the moment when I finally truly felt and understood why the magic craft was called the magic craft.

Only now! Only when we reach Hwagyeong!

It’s a shame that I’m in trouble.

If he had been told to speak up, he wouldn’t have come to his senses and a male serial killer or a male massacre annihilator would have been born in the midfield.

But somehow, when I saw the bandits, I didn’t want to see them anymore. This was really dangerous.

Are demonic attacks dangerous, or is it because they are purple among the ten greatest demonic attacks in the world?

Then I’ll have to try other magic techniques as well.

An amazing event occurred! Scientific thinking!

Wouldn’t Cheong have achieved thought that transcended his origins, liberal arts, and the evolution of humanity itself?

What if you greeted someone and they slapped you in the face?

Those who graduated from the liberal arts department will think this is a very crazy person and will immediately cut off ties with him and stay away from him.

However, the scientific mind of a science major was not like that, so we tried to find out the exact cause by exploring the cause and effect of the event.

Did you get slapped because you said hello? Is it because I pretended to know?

Or maybe he was just feeling so dirty right now that he wanted to slap his face.

Okay, maybe I mistook someone?

To find out, you can change the variable and talk to it in a different way.

So, Cheong also tried talking to Magong in a different way.

Cheong’s left hand draws another hand shape.

Those long, slender fingers spread out wide, and then four diagonal lines were drawn with four strong points.

A bright blood-red skeleton is reflected in the center of the sunset, and there is also a strange optical illusion that it is heavy and seems to be slowly sinking.

Taesan blood vessels, herbivorous blood management amgyeong.

In the blink of an eye, the sword comes and goes, and a second-rate thief urgently raises his sword and tries to block it.

It’s an incredible situation where a second-rate subject dares to confront a martial arts warrior. Is there any way that could be prevented?

Four deep furrows are dug by thieves.

The fallen thief, Cheong, had a long sword hanging from his fingers in his left hand.

Cheong flicked his arm, and the large sword that had been bitten fell awkwardly and clattered.

Cheong’s eyes are trembling.

Wow, the recipe tastes really good.

As the name suggests, the Taesan Hyeoljo contains a heavy spirit and heavyness in the method of training, and since it is a method that does not suit the method of training, it seems to be overcome by adding a deep murderous intent.

Hmm, it doesn’t look like there’s anything that’s really swaying you?

Isn’t it natural for murderous intent to soar during battle?

Even the front wheels, kekeke, I’m going to replace them all.

Is this rough, jerky feel of cutting someone off with a chain saw like?

This is so crazy, I’m going to be addicted to it.

Heuksalmajang, kekekeut, I will destroy everything.

As expected, this feeling of shattering is so shocking that it feels exhilarating and exhilarating, unlike when cutting, slashing, or tearing. Kyaha, good, good.

Hundred Eight Sura Sword. I am a dangerous beast!

Hmm, but it’s a bit dangerous to have fangs and jaw itching to bite something with your mouth.

No matter what, the biting, um, but it’s really, really pulling. When you bite into the raw flesh with your teeth, the fragrant aroma fills your mouth. How sweet it must be. Gulp, ah, my mouth is watering.

Shall we try? You might get bitten in the middle of life or death, right? So right now, um, no, what’s wrong with you, Gigi, you’re a cannibal.

This guy is dangerous again.

After looking at the magic tricks, I come to a conclusion.

Depending on the magician, there are types that are dangerous and radical in their imagery and those that are not.

Well, it is natural that demonic arts in themselves include not only those that imbue people with demons with terrible images, but also those that have evil training methods or are particularly cruel in their hands.

Still, if Cheong, who doesn’t know the magic, is at this level, it can be said to be a very great realization and growth.

However, if someone knew this, it would be quite shocking and absurd.

A bitch who cuts, rips, and crushes people, but inside, she tastes, enjoys, and demonstrates each and every one of the magic tricks. She is very relaxed and falls asleep having fun.

This is an obvious fact.

Cheong was full of leisure.

If you swing the gigantic, vicious weapon, the Nanga Moonlight Sword, the enemy will be cut down to pieces.

Although it is a short distance that has become more vulnerable as the length has increased, the magic attacks unfolding alternately on the left hand break, tear, and cut through endless slaughter.

Before we knew it, it was Cheong that had penetrated into the heart of the bandits and made its presence known through the blood gushing beyond.

“Sister-in-law!”

With an expression full of worry, Gyeon Po-hee takes a step forward and heads toward Cheong, who is isolated in enemy territory.

However, he soon took a step back again, because Paengdaesan’s words caught up with Gyeonpohee.

“Leave it alone. You live your life with a true expert at the end of every word, but if it’s dangerous, won’t you come back on your own?”

“But, it’s dangerous.”

“It must be much better than before. It’s nice to see that she was just hovering around and protecting her as if she were some kind of mother, but wasn’t that right?”

“Huh? Umm.”

“At least you don’t have to worry about getting hurt. If you get hurt for no reason, that foolish guy will shrink back and notice you. So don’t do anything pointless and protect yourself.”

“Yes… … .”

If Cheong had heard, Ha-su would have laughed at Go-su, saying that he is being arrogant when he can’t even win against Hee-mae rather than protecting something.

Cheong was so excited to see blood for the first time in a long time that he missed the opportunity to make fun of him.

Far behind, Seoliri, who threw a piece of amulet into a crack in a hollow rocky mountain, immediately raises her body and goes uphill.

The bandits, who lost both legs on the way up and are crawling on the ground, appear to be dying, making gloomy groans.

Seoliri looked at him blankly without any expression.

“Sa, save me… … ”

Seoliri approaches and gently reaches out to her severed thigh.

As the ice crystal ball flows out, the ice ball’s original power is revealed without hesitation on a cold winter night.

The affected area freezes instantly.

The thief’s expression, who was unable to contain his anxious tremors while looking at him earnestly, looks more relaxed and shows relief.

“Thank you… … .”

Seoliri’s mouth curves slightly at that.

It is filled with a cold, sarcastic sneer that does not change the shape of the eyes at all.

Foreword Soje always said that the wicked should not die in peace.

So, I just gave him a lifeline so that he wouldn’t die easily, but how would he survive anyway?

Freezing, freezing again, freezing the arm of a thief whose arm was torn off to perform an act similar to emergency hemostasis, freezing the belly of a thief with a ruptured stomach, freezing the forearm of a thief whose arm was torn off, and also freezing the area around the missing shoulder of a thief whose arm was torn off. Freeze it.

For some reason, people keep appearing, rolling around with their arms and forearms looking like they’ve been violently torn off, with their bones and elongated muscles hanging out.

As I climb up step by step, I see two people blocking the narrowing gorge above me.

Anyway, one guy is probably not interested.

The other thing that catches Seol-iri’s attention is Gyeon Po-hee’s terrible inaction.

With a somewhat soft and strange gesture, he deflected the blade pointed at me and naturally grabbed the wrist of the thief who was cutting through the air.

Then, as if a pair were joined together, the thief’s body naturally rotates and turns before rising high into the air.

Gyeon Po-hee, who was left on the ground, had only one forearm left, so he swung it like a club and hit it! When he hits the thief’s head, the thief falls down so violently that his lower body turns upward.

Preface Sojeo and Gyeon are not usually strong, so did strong women become sisters?

For some reason, a series of scenes in which the two engage in a power struggle with tightly clasped hands, then fierce smiles and lewd laughter, and then they politely raise their drinks on the podium under the brightly fluttering peach tree petals.

Then, while the two suddenly turned their heads and waved their hands to welcome them, a slender woman with silver hair approached from behind… …

thud!! The sound of a heavy fall from the sky breaks Seoliri’s strange and wild imagination.

The bandit, with his shoulder blades roughly torn off, falls, rolls down the slope, and comes to a halt on the soles of Seoliri’s outstretched feet.

It was a moment when I understood the identity of the strangely numerous thieves with their arms torn off.