Chapter 374

Regrets and longings (2)

[Kiooooo!!!]

The storm that erupted riding on the feathers of a rogue bird severed the middle of the huge bridge as it were.

Awesome!!

The collapse of the bridge, so pointless that you can’t believe that it has endured countless shocks.

At the sight of a bridge cut in the middle or leaning downward, dozens of superhumans who were hanging in between began to fall downwards all at once.

“Aaaaaaaa!!”

“The Lord dies... ... !!”

“uh? uh? the land... ... !!”

The superhumans opened their eyes wide, noticing that the ground was starting to appear under the bridge where the floor was invisible just before.

Violet waves and rogue birds began to collide on the bridge that wiped away competitors in an instant.

“A summoner would dare... ... !!”

Balak’s roar resounds in the midst of the storm.

The gravitational field, bent in line with it, grabbed the bird’s neck and twisted it to end its breath.

As if waiting for that moment, a giant centipede stands up from under the bridge where Balak is standing and bends dozens of legs to aim for the psychic’s back.

The direction the leg of the centipede coated with sharp poison is not Balak’s body, but the two corpses hanging behind his back.

Viscount Chow!

In an instant, the corpse that Balak was holding was torn to pieces, and the gravitational waves bursting from Balak’s body began to grow stronger.

It was only then that Balak realized what his opponent was aiming for and frowned, but it was already too late.

“The older you get, the more you realize that being one step behind isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

An old woman with a hunched back and a benevolent impression.

It is a common impression that can be seen anywhere, but the story is different if the body is standing on top of the head of a huge centipede that sways around.

Balak, who confirmed the mana power only by the heat flowing from the old woman’s body, who stood with her staff on top of the centipede’s head, frowned.

summoner. And that’s an 8th level sorcerer who has already transcended the hierarchy.

Powerful people who had been crouching waiting for the moment Jindun would die began to appear in this place one after another.

“A shortage is better than an excess. Slow is better than hasty. It is not the same anywhere.”

The old woman tapped her cane lightly and laughed.

“You are violating those two things. It’s already overflowing, but I’m in a hurry. How long do you think you can hold out?”

A sharp direct statement that seemed to penetrate Balak’s essence.

But instead of responding, Balak twisted the corner of his mouth with a grim expression.

“... ... Let’s not be too greedy with each other on topics that are old enough to grow old.”

Balak knows better than anyone that even with this much power, he is still precariously balancing himself.

The sorrow of superpowers. What awaits at the end of the road to self-destruction.

I have no intention of arguing with Seon dialogue here. Balak was not young enough to react to the old woman’s narration.

It sounds like it’s proud, but the opponent also has a certain target.

“It’s not very nice to see the godmother of the Magic Tower of Enolas greedy for your legacy.”

“I don’t seem to have a sense of who is in a position to be considerate right now.”

The godmother responded leisurely to the smirking words.

“What are you talking about?”

“I forcibly bent my murderous urge to control my power. Without your corpses, which you boastfully carried around, wouldn’t you destroy yourself before fighting me?”

“... ... .”

Instead of answering the mother’s words, Balak looked down at his left hand.

The manipulation of the ever-rotating gravitational field looks perfect at first glance, but three of his left fingernails are already flipped and bleeding profusely.

The more he can’t control the intensity of his psychic powers, the more he has no way to prevent the damage done to Balak’s own body.

It wouldn’t be strange if he had a bout with the godmother over the relics of this labyrinth, and if he made a mistake, he would destroy himself.

The godmother was clearly aware of this, so she was deliberately revealing herself to provoke Balak.

“If Jindun died, it would mean that someone who went inside the gateway finished the last conversation with him. Maya Lenslet may return here before long.”

The grotesque bird, which had been dead with its neck twisted, rises up and glares at Balak, and a mass of flaccid scales on top of the giant centipede’s head begins to emit green mist.

“... ... .”

It wasn’t that the others didn’t want to step inside the gate, so they didn’t pay attention to Evelyn until now.

Her ability to smoothly catch all the attacks pouring down from the bridge and easily shoot everyone who approaches.

Perhaps because of the possibility that he might have already reached level 8, Balak was too hasty to step forward.

The sight of it freely moving between the ceiling and the pillars while shooting at everyone running towards the gate was not enough to be called a new palace.

So far, Balak has also refrained from using his power recklessly, fearing that he will get angry on the contrary, but it is impossible to postpone the work until the moment of Jindun’s death.

Rather, he decided to gather the uneasy elements in the vicinity and break through head-on.

“It is enough to divide the area and intercept and catch the Hyeongung. After entering the cradle, let each of us do our own thing. Do you agree?”

“It doesn’t matter anyway.”

Awesome!!

Dane, who pulled the sword from his waist, said with a haggard expression.

There was not a single Templar left by his side anymore.

“Zaun Ordis. We will cooperate in anything if you let him go after him.”

“... ... good. Now, let’s kick that spoiled junior right here.”

Balak’s gravitational field, which aroused a strong murderous intent in his eyes, greatly distorted, and rushed toward the gate all at once.

Doo doo doo!!!

The three summons summoned by the godmother run down the bridge without hesitation, and Dane steps on the remains of the broken demon statue and leaps toward Ibelin without hesitation.

The bandaged man disappeared without a sound and pulled out a long scythe from behind Ibelin.

Balak, who had gathered all of his purple psychic powers, let out an angry roar.

“Eveline Marcia. Collapse with the Hanghasa Labyrinth!!”

Kagagakak!!

Evelyn struggled to give Lennoc more time, but she couldn’t get away with four monsters to match her.

“ha... ... !!”

Instead of protecting the gateway, Evelyn, surrounded by four superhumans in an instant, looked up at the massive stack of power pouring down from above her head.

Deadly venom dripped between the centipede’s legs, and the loose bandages under her feet all wrapped around her legs and vibrated as if to curse her.

A sharp blade of light that runs while stirring in all directions. And even the shape of a huge gravity cannon that gathers and falls down from the sky.

“... ... .”

There is no retreat anywhere. Evelyn, realizing that she could no longer avoid it, lowered her head.

Drops of blood ran down her temples and dripped back down to her feet.

No matter how much Evelyn has been propelled for a long time with her excellent archery skills and skills, it would be a lie if she did not put her desperate will in every moment.

Concentrating her whole mind on each shot and scraping the remaining magic power to the floor, her mind and body were exhausted long ago, implying the end.

There is not much time left. I know maybe Lennok won’t show up here again, but I have no regrets.

However, if there is one last thing you want to be greedy for one more time.

‘half... ... .!’

Waves of pouring magic light. The moment Evelyn closed her eyes tightly, taking all the attacks intact.

Something landed like a flashlight and grabbed her shoulder roughly.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

Right after that, the waves mixed with various magical powers and the charge of the summons swept the area intact and crashed straight into the gate.

The pure white gateway connecting the common sky and land collapses and shatters, revealing the scenery beyond it.

Everyone flinched at the sight of the empty void, with nothing in sight of the cradle.

“Wait, no way... ... already?”

Less than 5 minutes had passed since Jindun recognized death. That is how high-ranking superintendents communicated and made decisions quickly, and the death sentenced to Ibelin was certain.

But what does it mean that the cradle has already almost collapsed and nothing exists in it?

Doesn’t that mean that the three entrants who entered that gateway have already finished all their work and escaped outside?

Sensing an ominous feeling, the others turned their heads in unison to the spot where Ibelin had been.

No matter how agile and agile the archer was, it was a lethal attack that had no chance to escape.

On top of the melted remains of the evil god statue, where the aftermath remains intact.

A man stood with his back turned.

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