Chapter 248

My Villains Episode 248

50. Mayhem (2)

The entrance to the guild hall was engulfed in flames with a bang/ roar. The monk, swept away by the fireball’s explosion, was immediately thrown out of the building.

“Follow me. Quickly.”

The hard-faced Bung said impatiently. He seemed to sense that the fight was not over.

I asked him while covering Hrunting with a bloody blade.

“Do you know who I am?”

“...I don’t know for sure. I don’t know, but it’s probably one of the three strongest under the sun.”

They are the strongest three under the sky...

As their level is high, they seem to have broken their name in the East as well.

“I am a Buddhist monk of the Zemu sect, an Eastern religious group. Judging by the shape of the wand, it must be someone of the highest rank.”

“The shape of the wand?”

“It has nine rings.”

Heila, holding a ‘Blood’ dagger made of transparent jewels, continued with a calm tone.

“Since we started fighting, we can’t let them live. There are countless powerful monks in the Jemu sect.”

She slashed the bottom of her wrist with an expressionless face. The blood that flowed out dyed the transparent dagger and formed a small bead that floated over Heila’s shoulder. As soon as the tenth bead floated, the flowing blood stopped.

“Adobit’sche.”

Ellen, who had been casting spells right after she fired the fireball, completed the ‘flame cloak’ with a short starter word. The pillar of fire that swallowed the entrance to the guild hall flowed like a whirlwind and wrapped around the guy’s body. The indigo-colored wind that circulated in Ellen’s arms quickly retreated away from the flames.

“Where the hell did a guy like that come from?”

“I will explain later. Let’s go out at once.”

As we jumped out of the guild hall in the lead, Ute Kwai picked up the ‘Maul of Slonhe’, a stone merry-go-round leaning against the corner of the first floor, and followed. With a swift leap, the mass disappeared toward the second-story window, and Heila and Ellen widened their distance and prepared to fire blood magic and magic.

“What the hell is this?”

“Stop acting like an idiot and get some water!”

“Calm down you bastards! The fire is already out!”

It was already a mess outside.

In addition to the loud noise from the battle with the monk, the fireball exploded, so it was only natural.

Meanwhile, the monk who had been thrown outside was getting up in a stable attached to the ‘Singing Black Bunting’ tavern. In the midst of this, the horses that suffered a cross-exploitation are crying ‘hi-hi-hing’. One of the pillars supporting the roof of the

stable

was broken, so the monk was covered in dirt, wood chips, and silver grass. In addition, the hands, shaved head, and red burns remained blurry. There really was no such thing as a beggar.

I have met the Kwon Beopga character many times through the monitor. But, of course, a mass of pixels cannot describe even half of a real human being. Therefore, it was the first time I had seen ‘Iljin’, a Buddhist monk of the Jemu sect and a master of martial arts.

“...Amituofo.”

Even in my eyes, it was clear that he was quite angry. Anger was suppressed in the low chanting.

“The logo of those who will shed tears when they see the coffin.”

Huung.

A gentle wind blew around the monk’s body. There is no doubt that he is raising the public power of the presidential election again. The hazy dust is swept away by the breeze and settles in an instant.

“That would be fine.”

Before one knew it, the monk was scattering a faint light. At first glance, the shabby-looking jangsam and the housekeeper’s sandals gave off a white aura.

“...Nonsense.”

Ellen, who was wearing a flame cloak, looked at the dragon on top of the monk and muttered as if moaning.

“It’s the magic of the light world.”

light meter.

It is called Bright World Nakto and is considered the highest level among the ‘dimensions of goodness’.

“How so powerful”

“There is no time to admire!”

At that time, the monk lowered the guhwanjang to the ground.

jingle.

The cheerful sound that spread as the rings of the stone poles collided with each other overshadowed the sound of the flagstones being smashed.

The monk’s movements were as light as lifting and putting down a hollow pole or broomstick. Even so, the stone pole was firmly embedded in the ground by about a span.

The jingling rings murmured with the afterglow of vibration. Strange sonic waves weigh down the minds of those around them.

“What is it?”

“Is that bastard?”

Right before his elbow smashed his chin, a cluster of stars engraved on the back of the berserk radiated light. The power of the tattoo, which is only allowed for great warriors in the plains, pushed the monk away.

W ”

It might be embarrassing to be pushed back by unprecedented power, but the monk calmly stretched out his fist after letting out a short moan.

The fist with the technique of Geumgangkwon shattered a pair of red thorns that had been relentlessly following. The magical power contained in the thorns was more than he could have imagined, leaving scars on his fists, but the monk did not care.

tadak.

After a long flight, the monk landed and spread his palms to raise his air power. After filling the wide expanse of air and blood at once, the enormous air power radiated heat as they rubbed against each other.

The monk stretched out his heart full of enthusiasm obliquely to both sides. It was a fever pitch.

Fire!

The tension emitted from his right hand swallowed up the blizzard that poured toward him, and even annihilated the wind spirit dancing in the air. In the aftermath, Ellen, who was hiding in the guild hall, shouted ‘Kyaa!’ He groaned and stumbled.

The tension emanating from his left hand attacked a bunch of assassins from the east who had been ambush them. Floating in the air, she twisted desperately to avoid the tension, but was eventually swept away by the ensuing heat.

The legs and the hem of the cloak were blazing with fire. Mungchi, who gnashed his teeth and swallowed his screams, stretched out his left hand to shoot the crossbow, and at the same time, with his right hand where he had placed the Unsword, he stretched out his waist and threw the dagger.

Wedge!

In that situation, the monk showed an unbelievable skill. It was a little more than a hand’s span long, and he grabbed the chin of a crossbow shot almost right in front of his nose!

The monk, who then reached out to grab the dagger, said,

“Mm!”

I hurriedly twisted my body.

This is because the dagger thrown by the illusionist disappeared for a moment and then appeared right in front of his nose. It was the ‘blinking dagger’, a magic tool produced by the spell thief Saitz. The monk barely avoided the rushing daggers and fumbled for his neck.

“...You’re doing some tricks.”

His skin had been mastered and could not be scratched with a few blades, but his neck was marked with incontinence, probably because of the magic tools. If the dagger engraved with that letter had been properly inserted into the throat, the monk would have lost his life helplessly.

“Whoa.”

While the monk smiled lightly at the chilling thrill, the berserker attacked again.

“Rec’te not (look at me)-!”

Utequai wielded a war hammer in place of the shattered dolme. As soon as he saw a gap, he lunged like a beast to pounce.

The momentum was ferocious, but the monk, rather than backing down, rushed at them. After dodging the war hammer by stepping on Sun Moonbo and digging into the arms of the berserker, he hit his elbow with his fist and turned his body around, striking his temple with his elbow.

As Utequai

lost his focus and stumbled, the monk pulled his shoulder and struck the giant in the chest. It was because of the mercy of a Buddhist that he did not aim for the neck or the pit of the stomach, but the huge berserker flew nearly 78 meters and landed in a stable.

“Shoot!”

At that time, Archer Cole shouted and four or five arrows flew from the tavern. Unlike the crossbow arrows that Mungchi had shot, there were several arrows with quite a bit of momentum, but the monk evaded them by taking a couple of steps.

Where the monk’s footsteps stopped, Phoenix, who had come close to him, was silently brandishing his sword. At the same time, the four blood beads thrown by Heila turned into red thorns and reached the monk.

“Huh!”

The monk, who had already experienced the power of the red thorns, concentrated his energy on his fists and elbows. The red thorns were shattered in vain as the power of the Diamond Power swept everywhere like a pinwheel.

“Big”,

Phoenix quickly shrank and let go of his power, kicking off the ground and extending his bloodsword. As the blade, which was longer than a fairly long two-handed sword, struck with ferocious force, the monk raised his opponent’s power, but the

monk, who was 99

Piing-

M-U 99, quickly took a backward step because his vision was blurred for a moment.

“......poison?”

He instinctively realized that he had been poisoned, but he was the body of a white poison Buddha who practiced Sesugyeong. If it wasn’t a fairly deadly poison, you wouldn’t be able to poison him.

The monk could not understand the situation, but there was no time to stop.

“Hueup,”

he hurriedly raised his air power and punched Phoenix, who was relentlessly attacking him. As before, it was intended to blow the sword with force.

“Huh”

that moment. Hrunting shrank.

No, Phoenix had gathered his own blood and scattered the bloody blade.

The shortened Hrunting brushed the Diamond Fist, and Phoenix smiled coldly and stretched out his blood-stained left hand toward the monk.

Quaggagak!

“Cheuk!”

Utequai’s blood, which had stained the monk’s shoulder and elbow, caused a bloody eruption.

“Voila.”

With a low whisper, Phoenix raised his blood and opened his ‘red grip’.

“Cheer cuckoo!”

The teeth that sprouted from the palm of his hand dug into the monk’s neck.