Chapter 389

My Villains Episode 389

62. Tactics of Deception (16)

As I pierced the tip of the knife into the dust and flash, I felt a shivering sensation through my skin.

Before determining where he had been stabbed or what he had cut, he raised his magic power first. Blood spurted from his heart and rushed towards his fingertips.

I gathered my blood like that and tried to burst the blood that must have been scattered by the sword master –

“...... Huh?”

isn’t it blood?

A vague

figure soared upward with a purr-like sound as if the collar was shaking in the wind.

“They say it’s a surprise attack, indeed.” Before

I

could say anything, a silver flash flashed and I instinctively raised the knife.

Kang!

It was a surprisingly quick sword attack. The oriental sword pressed down on the ‘black ice’. It was so light that I didn’t even feel the weight.

Knock it off—

so instead of backing away, I swung my longsword. It was intended to entangle the blade with a cross. Perhaps noticing this, the opponent pushed the blade away as if it were cut off, and soared.

Purr-

Again, the sound of flapping clothes echoed loudly and black smoke spread. The

smoke flowed from the sword engraved near the forearm of the sword master...

“What is this?”

“after.”

The guy who jumped 45 meters was floating in the air without thinking about falling back. Black smoke swirled under the hem of the white cloak, and it seemed as if the black smoke was supporting him...

“Archuire ensa—ra!”

Battle wizards with rich experience recited spells instead of being embarrassed even after seeing the bizarre sight. Starting with four or five feet of flaming arrows, all kinds of attack magic unfolded. Still, the magic sword was just floating in the air.

Kwakwang!

The thick smoke left by the fire spell mixed with black smoke. Between them, a calming voice flowed.

“You are foolish. Did you think you could harm the true master of the Witch Hunt with this magic?”

“Aha, is that so?”

Mother snapped her fingers, and dozens of archers and crossbowmen fired arrows again.

The guy spun around and soared. Mixed smoke followed like a whirlwind. It escaped the net for a while with that alone, but it did not avoid all arrows.

Quick!

The sound of the wind like a whip. The afterimage of the blade drew a disc. Arrows that were cut or bounced there fell everywhere.

“That”

“Who the hell is the author?” The knights and soldiers opened their mouths at the amazing skill of blocking arrows shot from close range with swords.

“Mittelman!”

As if answering my call, a solid gray line stretched out from among the soldiers.

shhh.

A porosity that somehow feels shady.

“hmm!”

The sword master once again demonstrated his skill and cut the solid gray line. The bounced projectile floated in the air for a while. The sword master and my gaze intersected with the projectile in between. It was a gray crossbow made entirely without a flagpole or tip.

Shoo!

The crossbow, which seemed to embody an ominous force, accelerated again instead of falling to the ground. And finally, he dug into the side of the sword master.

“Kuruk”

The six-handed arrow was shot by Mittelman with the ‘dead man’s crossbow’.

It is said that arrows were made by cutting the bones of executed poachers, and it seems that the ghosts have dwelled in the bones. The insidiousness and persistence shown by the crossbow may also resemble the dead.

“Geuuuu”

!

When the bone arrow was pulled out, black smoke flowed out. That guy seems to be filling his body with that unpleasant smoke instead of flesh and blood.

“Hehe, you must have been at a loss while taking your time.”

The Demon Sword Master pretended to be at ease with a pissed-off face from the top of his head. I laughed out loud because it was so funny.

“Fool. Then why are you boldly stepping into the subject of an assassin?”

Of course, I didn’t forget to send a signal while talking. Mittelman couldn’t load the dead man’s crossbow as if he was exhausted for some reason, but the other soldiers quickly fired arrows.

“These cowards!”

“You sound like a coward.”

‘Areul 7: As I uttered the starter word, the magical boots pushed me up with powerful wind pressure. He lowered his sword the moment he met eye level with the master swordsman, who was flying frantically and slashing arrows.

Caang!

“Ouch!”

He blocked my sword attack, but he couldn’t stand the power of it. Black smoke flew and the bounced sword master rolled across the floor.

“How dare you take me-”

He balanced himself with feline movements, then threw something out of his bosom.

It was the runestone ‘group transfer’.

Whoop!

A flash of light followed by a gasp vomited the figures of twenty or so people.

limp

corpse exploded. Intestines and ribs splattered forward in sharp fragments. The three assassins became rags and tumbled across the floor.

Wedge!

At the same time, he swung the longsword horizontally above his head. The red blade rotates at high speed like the wings of a helicopter. Six people were caught and split.

“Cheak!”

“come! Here here!” The shredded flesh couldn’t scream, so it was the shouts of our soldiers. The assassins’ attack must have begun.

“Lord watch over me!”

“Light-!”

The knights who were engulfed in demons cried out to God. For a while, screams and roars followed.

“These useless bastards!”

I guess you’re not well.

Even as I laughed inwardly, I tried to figure out where the bastard’s voice was coming from. However, the range of my senses was only 3 to 4 meters in radius, so I was limited to roughly guessing the direction.

“Yes, in the end, do you need the blood of the pioneers? ”

Margie trembled following a muttering like lamentation.

purr!

This time it wasn’t just wriggling. The entire space shook as if it had met a mighty wave.

“Gee-”

This grunted moan mixed with pain.

As the sound continued, Magi’s pressure increased.

“X-arm this—”

A heavy air pressed against the top of my head and shoulders. The feeling of being trampled on by a giant...

tzz-uh-uh-uh/”

“Kuh-huh”

It was literally an hour before I got down on my knees and finally fell down.

purr!

The magic sword, a treasure whose history is difficult to measure, unleashes endless demons. As demonic energy constantly flows into a quasi-dimension the size of a hall, the pressure soars exponentially.

“Hehehe”

The pressure will not increase indefinitely. Whether the demonic energy held by the magic sword runs out or this quasi-dimension explodes, the end will come.

I gritted my teeth and endured with just that thought.

“Burggy. The same guy-”

The moan of the Jeongma Sword Master, which had lost its resonance before I knew it, came from very close by.

What is it that is coming towards me?

“Turn it off.”

I struggled desperately, but I couldn’t move like a stuffed insect. It was a miracle just to keep his spirits up.

“Geuheu-”

It was then. From

somewhere

, I heard a sound similar to when an eggshell cracks. It was a refreshing sound.

Kwajak.

“...Can this be?”

Covering the distrustful voice of the sword master, the unidentified voice resonated even louder.

And finally.

Viscount Kwaejajak/

Magi’s pressure disappeared with a resounding sound.

“Suck!”

Before I could grasp the situation, I jumped up and swung my sword. For some reason, the sword master, who was still staggering, barely bent his back.

write.

“Oh heck”

The arm holding the Eastern style sword soared, emitting smoke. He kicked the ground with a shocked expression and flew away while surrounded by demons.

Chasing after the roar,

I looked up and saw some light among the raging demons. An elongated shape of light protruding from the invisible ceiling...

Boom!

The crack that started there completely shattered the quasi-dimension of the sword master.

“how how.”

While the sword master muttered in a trembling voice, a figure fell from the center of the rift.

“...uh”

I vividly captured the moment of the fall.

He was in his mid-160s, his body was slender and his legs were long.

She was wearing a matte black outfit, and it looked like leather because it was a thin and flexible material, but it also gave off a metallic feel because of the fine cracks and texture.

Except for the eye sockets, he wore a white mask without any pattern or pattern, and had a long black hair decoration like a mane or hair.

And in his gloved hand, he held a long, thin shape of light.

I recognized it at once.

It was a sword of destruction.