Chapter 120

My Villains Episode 120

31. Vision Hunters (3)

Podium.

Immediately after seeing Atalanta’s armament, I recognized what kind of character she was.

Of course, I didn’t remember the specific characteristics of the sub character. I can’t even remember the nickname of the arcane hunter I raised right now. It’s probably a nickname like ‘Nogada 11’ or ‘Farming 22’.

I just looked at the equipment, inferred the level, and came up with the build of ‘Arcane Hunter for Farming’ or ‘Arcane Hunter for Nogada’.

And in my standards, the rain warriors for Nogada have no PvP ability.

“’Arshdni ravy.”

With a small murmur, Atalanta’s momentum changed completely. ‘Whispers in the Wilderness’. it’s a good buff

I laughed inwardly and put a red filter over my vision. The best buff I know is ‘Blood Thirst’.

Atalanta once again extended the spear of the void. Glancing at it, the first void spear still hadn’t recovered its form.

I stopped running and caught my breath. The spear of emptiness, which had been shooting at a speed comparable to that of an arrow, slowed down in an instant.

“Whoop

and slash.

Write!

The spear of emptiness was shattered by the slash with all the heat and strength.

“Kkoaaaaagh!”

Atalanta let out a sweet scream as if she couldn’t withstand the series of mental blows.

“Geuheu”

Then, he gritted his teeth and began to gather the power of the void. The purple energy emitted from the back gathers at the fingertips.

And that energy took the form of a small ball. It was the skill ‘Void Sphere’, the alpha and omega of the arcane hunter for Nogada.

It is a kind of landmine-like technique that deals enormous damage to enemies within a certain range when it explodes. In terms of damage and range, it is a much more powerful skill than the elemental wizard’s fireball.

If that explodes, not only me but also my colleagues who are stepping back will not be safe. The reason I charged Atalanta alone was because of that technique.

However, Void Sphere is not a skill for PvP.

“Cold!”

I immediately threw the javelin I was holding along with the shield.

The power that started from the jingak (震脚) that caused dust and passed through the waist, shoulder, elbow, and wrist to the javelin drew a ray of light.

Suung!

U —f W

At the rushing javelin like lightning, Atalanta gnashed her teeth and bent her upper body.

Chewy.

His left ear was torn open, and a few strands of purple-dyed hair fluttered. At the same time, the spheres of emptiness were futilely scattered.

As the scent of fresh blood stings your nose, your feet speed up a bit.

Atalanta, who stumbled for a while, took a lower level with a white spear. The sight of the blood flowing from his ears soaking his chin and nape was so ferocious and unbearably beautiful.

“Whoa whoa-”

As I caught my breath and raised my spirits, Atalanta’s body gave off a faint glow. It is the ‘power of the void’ that strengthens physical abilities and physical resistance.

how many stats He must have invested quite a bit in magic, so his strength and agility must be relatively low. It won’t be my opponent with the dragon slayer’s seal and even hrunting.

After finishing the short calculation that was almost a habit, he let out a hrunting.

“Suck!”

Just in time, Atalanta’s trained body swayed gently.

The abdominal muscles revealed through the torn clothes gently relaxed, then tightened again, and the white spear turned rapidly inward.

It was quite a skillful spearmanship, but it fell far short of Lord Ankir’s tenacious binding or Lord Langboldt’s impervious thrust.

Kagagak!

The unique one-handed sword, Hrunting, and the unique long spear, ‘White Thorn’ were roughly intertwined.

“Keep it off!”

Atalanta tried to retreat with a dismayed expression, but she couldn’t shake off the bloody blade that grazed her tongue.

Let the red and pure white light intersect! Hrunting’s cross guard bounced the white thorn high into the sky.

“Lu Alka-”

Atalante babbles with her arms folded. I stuck the blade of the shield right into my armpit.

bang!

“Kkeok”

The faint light that surrounded the body shattered and Atalanta fell backwards. For a while, it was to roll on the ground with leopard-like movements and stand up.

“Kahak Kuk!”

Atalanta, who had been coughing violently, opened her eyes when she saw me approaching her nose. The bright red blade stretched out about an inch and rushed toward the sweat and dirt-covered neck. Facing the

blade,

Atalanta raised her last mental strength. A radiance that explodes in your eyes.

As soon as I saw the radiance, I twisted my back to retrieve the Hrunting. At the same time, Atalanta’s body was wrapped in a purple film.

Ugh.

It was the ‘shield of emptiness’, an elastic shield that bounced off attacking enemies dozens of meters outside.

I counted the numbers in my mind as I gazed at the strange curtain of brilliance.

one.

“flaw.”

Familiar timing calculations.

I feel nostalgic somehow. It was the same sensation I felt every time I killed hundreds, maybe a thousand, of arcane hunter characters.

two.

just kill it?

...no no no These days, it’s worth living. Eating food while full can become a bad habit.

I planted my left foot deep next to Atalanta and twisted my back to pull out my right foot.

three.

At the same time as the curtain lifted, the hard shin guards lodged in Atalanta’s flanks.

Puck!

“Turn it off!”

Atalanta leaned forward as if it were shrinking. Before her face sank to the floor, I reached out and squeezed her dull hair.

He pressed Hrunting to his face, which was covered in blood, saliva and tears.

“Kkeuk kkeuh-”

His mouth was drooling with his mouth wide open. The moment I felt the urge to insert a knife into it, the red filter in front of my eyes peeled off.

“Whoa.

hot breath. I retracted the blade and threw out my fist.

Bodies are burned in shallow pits dug near the three-way fork. Mana was used as fuel, so the flames soared even without any firewood.

Utequai chewed on the dry matter and watched it silently. Knowing well that the ghosts who believed in pagan gods did not want to see him off, Ute Kwai simply prayed for repose with his eyes. Cole, a well-behaved Jenessa archer, was treating captured Nudan warriors. As for treatment, it was all about stopping the bleeding and applying a splint, but I think I’ll be able to keep my breath somehow.

On one side, all sorts of equipment collected from corpses is piled up. Since he was far from Steedman, Budi rummaged through them for a long time, finding useful items or clues.

I was sitting on a low hill watching the scenery, and the leader, Amias, approached me.

“It’s Uncle Joe’s gang.”

“...article? Sounds like a name I’ve heard.”

“You may have seen it on the hunting festival bulletin board. I heard that they are mainly mercenaries active in Multingham.”

‘Multingham’ is a city considered to be the capital of the Marva region.

“Are you from this region?”

I continued with a bitter smile.

“With a little patience, none of this would have happened.”

” patience’?”

“okay. Our mage found the blurring potion.”

“...a potion of obscurity? how do you do that?”

Atalanta put on a blank expression. He didn’t expect to be able to find magical traces so easily.

“Consider yourself lucky. Ellen is familiar with alchemy.”

“Anyway, I think we set up an ambush after drinking it.”

“...then do you trust us now?”

I snorted.

“What do you believe? How can you trust a guy who doesn’t intend to convince you and starts a fight right away?”

“Ha persuasion? When are you starting to doubt that you are a nude?”

“Well, racism is not a bad thing. That doesn’t justify you trying to keep your mouth shut.”

“......milanole.”

Atalanta says something and looks up at me with ferocious eyes.

Oh, the atmosphere shouldn’t go like this.

“Could you lighten your expression over there? If you come out with this attitude, you won’t be able to tell the story nicely.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means that if you can communicate with me, I will spare you.”

“...I am a fighter in the wilderness. Even if I die, I will not become a slave.”

There is a hint of resoluteness in the tone of speech. It’s like I’ve become a bad guy.

“Oh, that’s right. But I have no intention of making you a slave?”

“...Then what do you want?”

“Can you give me what I want? I heard from your friends that you don’t have much.”

Atalanta hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth.

“I’ll give you the money.”

” how much?”

“...200 silver coins.”

“It’s quite expensive for a ransom of four people. But you said that the money should be used for your clan’s winter expenses?”

Atalanta glanced at her comrades. ‘Did you say that?’ It was a face that made me smile.

“Don’t be so. It’s okay to kill them

and take away everything you have, so they begged you to save your life.”

“And I don’t need much money. I want to get points for the hunting festival, but it’s not possible to exchange points...

“Then?”

I stared into Atalanta’s eyes.

Arcane Hunter Atalanta. It must be my sub character that was forgotten after being raised for farming.

Will Atalanta become Ellen, Utequai, or Luke? I don’t know now.

Golden eyes dyed in the sunlight were still looking up at me. A look of emotionlessness mixed with half of resoluteness and half of earnestness.

I smile without even realizing it.

“I’ll just let you go.”

“just?”

“uh. Well, it was because of a misunderstanding, and no one was seriously injured. Let’s say it’s a favor worth 200 silver coins.” Suspicion seeps into his complicated eyes.

“favor?”

“huh. Do you hate that?”

“...Why are you doing us a favor?”

“I think you and I are roughly in the same situation.”

Atalanta quietly frowned. I continued, scratching my eyebrows.

“Actually, I somehow earned the lord’s hatred.”

“...permanent residence? We have no ill feelings with the lord.”

“I have no ill feelings. Do you think the lord will like you?”

“...If it’s about the hunting festival, that’s definitely the lord.”

“Don’t be naive, Atilia.”

Baron Mallory, the lord of Longville, held the hunting festival and bet many gifts. Among them, the best gift was the right to appoint a baron’s adopted son, and the closest thing to that right now was none other than Atalanta.

“Since the idea of handing over the territory to a stranger is questionable,

will you hand it over to you, who have a different ethnicity and culture?”

As Atalanta remained silent with a firm expression, I also told her about the potion the mercenaries used. About the boggart’s beard and Master Castrite.

“...You mean it could be the lord’s work?”

“It’s just speculation, so far.”

.......chati lil shay’an?”

“What do you keep saying?”

“no. Nothing.” Atalanta, who had been lowering her head, let out a sigh and raised her head.

“If you do me a favor, I will be grateful. If you free me, I will never point a spear at you again.”

“Okay, I’ll release you soon. Amias! Free your friends too!”

Freed from her captivity, Atalanta staggered to her feet and handed me a water bag. Then, after a couple of marches in his mouth, he took a few sips of water and sprayed it over his head to wipe away the blood and dust.

To be honest, I almost lost my mind.

The sight of the stream of water flowing down the bridge of the nose, falling on the chest and following the texture of the abs, is as impressive as the Rhine Falls I saw in Germany... No, I’m talking nonsense.

“Thank you.”

“...Uh uh.”

As I received the water bag and retreated, Atalanta joined the Nudan warriors. She glanced at the bandages and splints around her colleagues, then stared at me.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to put on a nonchalant expression.

“Um, do you have more to see?”

“...♦♦No.”

“okay. bye.”

“Is this the end?”

“then? Um, would you like a goodbye hug?”

When I said something, Atalanta, who had a strange look in her eyes, smiled.

“Nothing bad.”

” huh?”

With a very natural gesture, Atalanta dug into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“That crazy-”

A voice of astonishment came from somewhere, but I couldn’t pay attention because of the Atalanta that was clinging to Batu.

“Madyan ‘ahyua frais walasim.”

Soft whispers, tickling breath, moist hair.

“Huh huh?”

As I stumbled, Atalanta smiled and withdrew to join her comrades. Then one of the three roads forked, turning in the direction of the lodge.

‘Madiyan Ahya Price Walasim.’

My quiet chanting continued until Ellen flew in and choked me.