Chapter 439 00439 Dragon Sleeping Mountains.

It was then.

“ ─ ─ ─. ─ ─ ─. ─ ─ ─. ”

“ ─ ─ ─. ─ ─ ─. ─ ─ ─. ”

A murmur begins to flow through the deserters standing in the void. The placenta was almost incomprehensible, but for some reason, I felt strongly that it was the source of the spell.

Whoo-hoo!

The thought soon became reality.

Along with the turbulent vibrations, two spherical magical gin circles spread across the void. They floated into the air in a flash, each emitting a red and blue light, and soon they began emitting a terrifying energy, like a volcano just before it exploded. Transla t ed by jp ｍt l .c o ｍ

I immediately regained consciousness. When I looked at the vacant lot, I saw the deserters still standing still. However, as soon as my eyes curled up in the fog, I shouted without delay.

“Priest!”

“Angelus, protect us! ”

Was he prepared for that? Amazingly, Ansol answered my cry right away.

And that was the moment.

Slug!

T ran s la te d by jp ｍtl .c oｍ Suddenly, the sound of the wind breaking. At the same time, a hemispherical membrane stood beneath our feet and embraced us in a round embrace.

Whoo-hoo!

Boom, boom!

Soon, the sound of a sudden whirring wind hit a cloudy membrane and faded slowly, leaving a ripple behind. It was literally the difference.

“Ansol! Nice timing! ”

The well shouts in a warm voice. But I shook my head, meaning not yet. It was definitely a quick response, but it was still early to celebrate.

The summoning of the sorcerers is not based on this singularity. Usually, the main purpose is to enhance the power of magic and, furthermore, to reduce the spell-chanting time required for speech.

I looked up at the sky again. Then, as if I was right, I could see a lot of magic that filled my vision. The magic, which was indiscriminately powerful, was as fierce as a thundering waterfall, encrusting the shield. Ansol was also chewing his lips, looking for magic that flew to his face that he couldn't lose.

Shortly after, a bundle of magic and the brawl of the Angelus Shield began.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Those who seek to penetrate and those who seek to stop.

The Angelus shield produced by Ansol was definitely impressive. Every time we bump into each other, there is a slight ripple in the shield, but magic is eventually neutralizing the impenetrable ripples of the tribe. With the thunderbolts and chunks of ice coming down hard, Ansol was able to defend himself from all of them.

“Hnng...! ”

However, he couldn't endure it forever, so Anzor frowned and made a sound. The hand holding the staff is slightly trembling, and the light in the shield is fading.

Of course, it wasn't just us.

Tra n slated b y ｊpｍ t l.ｃo m The first thing that came to my mind was Hanbyol, the Jewel Wizard.

“Targeted, Holy Angelus spells. Redeemed gems, azure white. ”

Immediately, a small jewel appeared out of the hand of one star, spreading bright light and blending it into a protective shield.

“Gem Amplification! ”

And the cry that followed immediately was "Gem Amplification," which was Hanbyol's unique ability.

Sarr!

The effects of amplification appeared quickly. The moment the gemstone turned to powder and melted like it was flowing on the outside of the shield, the shield slowly losing its light began to recover its original color. Not only that, but I began to exert more power than I originally had, expanding my scope gradually.

Similarly, Hanbyol, who was holding a white light in his hand, cried out in a polite, cold but slightly urgent voice.

“Sola! Leave the shield to me...! ”

“Hey, sis. Then please.”

And Ansol took a step back and said, "Phew.” I breathed. The face of wanting to live....

“Ha-ha! ”

No. Instead, he takes a deep breath with both hands to pinch the staff against the void. And then she closed her eyes and puked her breath out at once. I screamed.

“Punish me! ”

Flash!

Cough, cough, cough! Tr ansl a t e d by Ｊp ｍ tl .c om

Along with that, lightning struck three or four stems into the void. The lightning had a white light, like a protective shield. Ansol's secret class' Priest of Light Hui 'was the trigger of the' apocalypse '.

Boom!

At the same time, the blue sphere that just hit the membrane slowly began to subside. I waited there for a while, and I could see that magic was no longer flying. Perhaps Ansol's Mighty Punishment has struck the deserter who summoned the Magic Cube.

“Phew... ”

Whether it was difficult to maintain this state, Hanbyol confirms that the Wizards of the Air are gone and releases Angelus' shield.

At the beginning of the ‘thunderbee’, the battle entered the Nile for a moment.

“Ahhh…. Ugh…."

Ansol takes a deep breath, his head shaking. It seemed misleading to me that he was a priest running wild during the war. However, I had just miscontrolled my breathing earlier, I turned my gaze and stared at the vacancy in front of me. Nevertheless, even though the eyes were lifted, the fog is still mixed with the aftermath of the "thunderbolt."

“Whew. Tough. ”

After a few moments, Ansol takes a deep breath and lifts his head, lifting his brow.

“What do you think, brother? ”

Then Salmonella approached my side and straightened her neck and back, and the water was running out.

Shhhhhhh!

For a short while, silence passed.

Tra ns l a te d by jpmt l .c om A terrible scream echoes through the void, presumed to be a deserter. Looking at the clearing, I could see Ansol staring at the void with a blank face. I shrug.

“He's still alive. ”

“Oh, how... I'm sure you got it right.... ”

He stutters to see if he was shocked. However, Ansol's "thunderbolt" clearly worked. The choir of the deserted was thought to be fewer than the number that was first seen in the void.

Shhhhh! Shhh!

The monster that was heard again, Heo Joon-young tapped Ansol's shoulder and stood next to me.

“Maybe they missed something.... Kim Soo-hyun. I can't see the details, but the sound is closer than before. ”

“I heard that too. All hands, battle stations! ”

Heo Jun-young spoke for me, and I immediately turned and stared at the clans.

Was it because of a magical attack before, or was it because the infamous dragon entered the sleeping mountains for the first time? Everyone was aiming for the weapon with a calm attitude, but a nervous expression came out of nowhere.

“Heehee! Will the blood of the dead be cold? Is it hot or is it black? Is it red? Heehee! ”

... except one.

The well slammed its tongue for a moment, but now it looks familiar.

After replacing the sword with a new blade, I immediately gave detailed instructions.

“I'm going from dust to floor. Remaining, Charming, Heo Jun-young come forward with me. Priests and Wizards, please stand back and shoot for support. Friends are keepers, and well is on his own to fight back. ”

The three people you called out before immediately stepped forward. And I calculated the direction of entry and held the New Moon sword at an angle. The lunar blade, full of moonlight, was emitting a frightfully blue reflection.

Shhh! Shhh!

Turn it off! Turn it off!

The monster is getting closer than I thought. As I expected, I hear a lot of foot-dropping noises from time to time, just to make sure that the ‘thunderbees’ are not missed.

* Cough, cough, cough, cough *

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

'The distance left is about 2 meters....'

“Right in front of you. I don't think he's the one. ”

Shaolin speaks. Immediately, a rusty dagger slashes through the mist.

Later, the armorer, the tall bridge, and the red glow reveal themselves in turn. His skin was not split apart, so he was shining his red innards. Half his face was rotten and half his bones were revealed. It was hard to be sure that he was human.

“Is it a simultaneous charge.... If so.”

Heo Jun-young quietly muttered and stepped forward. A long sword that pierces the sky, it runs around like it's measuring something.

However, Heo Junyoung was not shaken at all. He just nods, takes a few steps forward, and smashes his arm into the ground to strike the sword.

Bang!

The sound of the earth splitting apart echoes loudly around you. At the same time, five or six seemingly dead men protruded out of the fog, like Shaolin said.

Soon they were about to leap over us.

Boom!

Cha-cha-cha!

Dozens of magical swords burst into mid-century heating from the splintered earth. They have just jumped in, aiming for the exact thing. It was one of Heo Junyoung's abilities, but I don't remember the name in detail. Anyway, with a fabulous timing, we've counteracted the rush of the dead.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

Dozens of swords appeared on the bodies of the dead in an instant. Dark red blood spills from the hole. Instead of coming in, they roll to the ground, howling and screaming. But it was a sad scream with a different pain than before.

Shhh!

At that time, he lifted his spear straight forward. Then, I thought I could hear a short sigh. The silver energy left a long shadow in the air in front of my eyes. He rushed straight into the crowd.

Armed with the Arkus Valkyrie set, the outfit was beautiful and courageous. It was so strong that my long, saggy hair fell out of the wind.

Phew!

The sound of tearing flesh flows this far.

He shoved his spear straight into the leading man and pushed him out. The dead man raises his reflectively rusted dagger, but the chasing shook his spear as far as possible. However, he does not stop running. Immediately, the dead man's arms falter and is pushed back without hesitation. If Heo Jun-young killed the charge and scattered the camp, Charming would have destroyed the camp.

Eventually, as the dead man missed the rusted dagger in his hand, he swung his spear horizontally, regardless of the dead man.

Boom!

The coup d 'etang!

The dead man flies through the air and rolls around the floor, falling out of the window. The deserters barely got up, once again screamed and fell down to where the spear had passed.

Rrrrghhhhh!

However, at that time, new ghosts appeared in the fog right in front of the space where Heo Joon-young and Cha-songrim were stirring. The dead were not all six. A moment ago, the deserters were just the vanguard, and they seemed to be the followers.

The moment all the assisted deserters tried to spread to the left and to the right to surround their outfits.

Sie-yin!

Boom, boom!

An arrow flew in like a ghost and pierced each of the ghosts closest to him. One shot straight through the chest with a flashing glare, and the other shot clean through the face of the dead man.

“Get down!”

For a very short time, Heo Junyoung ran forward shouting sharply. The suit tries to get into a defensive posture, and straightaway bends at your waist. The remaining deserters are running late, but they can't seem to wrap their arms around them.

Soon, Heo Joon-young pushed the earth hard enough to thump. He leaned his torso wide and extended his right arm toward the newly emerging dead.

I painted a semicircle, sprinkling a dark reflective light reflecting the moonlight. The length of Heo Junyoung's sword is very long, although the distance was a little remaining. In addition, the length of the arms combined and even the upper body tilted, and the distance to reach remained sufficient. I passed by on the back of an elongated black dress, tearing at the dead without pity. There was no room for dark red blood.

It was then.

* Cough, cough, cough, cough *

Bang, bang! Bang, bang!

The sound of the dead approaching again.

This time, it was a sound heard from the left and right directions, not from the front.

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I'll go next time right away.