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 commentary, 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 same time, 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 times 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 me 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 equipment. Some 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 meantime, 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 seemed 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 mental 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 mere mortal suffering can’t break my faith in the Messiah.”

“I, Aleister, in the name of the Messiah, 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 Messiah’s judgment and punishment 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 Messiah...!”

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.

“Look at that. What did I say?”

“Ugh... ugh...!”

When Geumhwa couldn’t come 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 messy scene, which was no different from a sledgehammer 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 overcome this difficulty.

“Can I write some of this?”

“this...!”

As Damian rummaged through his arms, Gold Coin gnashed his teeth.

The phrase “open your eyes and cut your nose” was something that would come 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 means 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 moment 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 something 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 time, had reached its limit.

“If you keep stacking and stacking and stacking mana... At some point, the mana hall will not be able to withstand and will explode at any moment, like the legion.”

“why? The condensed mana should be cast according to the spell and consumed, but it doesn’t cast.”

“Then it rides the mana hall once, twice, three times, four times... 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 moment 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 comets.

[Witch doctor]

[Bloodlust] × 99

It was < Bloodlust > that was stacked a whopping 99 times.