From a terminal Soldier to Monarch - Chapter 248

“Queeeek!”

The magic ‘pain’ caused the orcs to scream like the screams of a boar on its own neck.

As he retrieved the stabbed spear, he bounced and tripped the orc on its ankle with the other blunt end of the spear.

The Kwadong and Fallen Orcs miss their weapons and shake the air with their hands, making sure they hit their backs.

The Noble Dragon kicks the Orc in the head with its foot.

Yeah, woozy.

A broken neck Orc is dead. The Noble Dragon then stabbed and killed the head of the runner with its longest and sharpest spear.

The next one kicks the club at its feet, covering its sight and hitting its thighs with a spear.

“44761;!”

The hit man’s head softens. His trident draws a smooth curve.

His trident’s spear was all enchanted with an enchantment called ‘sharpness.’

Pow.

It was magic that imparted the taste of cutting. An Orc with a cracked skull has collapsed and decorated the floor with bribes.

There are more than twenty people around him who have already decorated the floor.

“Grrrr.”

You hear a wolf barely breathing from behind.

Protect the wolves.

Still, I didn’t have to feel pathetic about myself. This was Duke Fraunmut’s request, and he was fighting for his life.

Boom!

The noise hits my ear. Several wide-eyed Orcs rush back with red eyes, unlike the thunder.

The Trident of the Noble Dragon did not know forgiveness. I stabbed, cut, tormented and burned.

The cutters continue to bleed on the blade of the Spear of Bleeding Magic.

His trident spear was a magical weapon with sharp edges from the left, ‘heat,’ ‘bleeding,’ and ‘pain.’

The window is swirled in your hand.

I grabbed the spinning spear and pointed it forward. If you look on the outside, you will not know which window blade is painful or burning.

‘None of them use vice. ’

They’re all backed up.

The center of the battlefield had just changed.

Who is it?

I turned my eyes back. Someone was changing the shape of this battlefield.

Gennery won’t be able to get out of bed, and Delhen will be preparing for something else.

There were three people on the battlefield who would show this kind of movement.

Pike Dragon, Ark Wolves.

‘Lynd Sonate. ’

The archer.

Running Intelligence.

His work Irra. It was a difficult move for both of them to come up with first.

The Noble Dragon has chosen to hide from Orcs.

If he wasn’t tired, he was lying.

The Orc makes a circle and doesn’t charge.

“Orr.”

The Orc was wary, vomiting a distinctive cry.

The Noble Dragon has the time to relax.

His gaze is on the Orc Road.

Boom.

At the same time, I heard the sound of smoke explosions. The heavy, black smoke obscures my vision.

No, it wasn’t obscuring his sight.

Some areas were just watered black.

And I saw someone running through the smoke.

A black-line swordsman running through the battlefield.

The Noble Dragon was not surprised.

It was planned from the beginning.

There is no fool to show the best hand in the promised battlefield.

Gennery Wolves hides Master Delhen’s power.

I wanted him to come back properly. Your thighs hurt because your opponent is stronger than you think.

‘Success.’

The operation was a success.

The most powerful sword in the world.

He appears on the most dangerous battlefield, when you need him most.

Blah, blah!

The resonance spreads. You can see the sound.

Vise Knight’s sensitive senses tell me it’s the sound of weapons and weapons colliding.

Whoa!

The smoke quickly dispersed in all directions. Suddenly, the soldiers and Orcs around you retreat to both sides.

On the barren ground, the two groups gathered their gazes to the center.

A king of Orcs who spills red energy all over his body.

With his weapons in both hands, he overwhelms the left by just standing.

And the prosecutor in front of it.

A genius born of the Black Lion family.

I saw the one holding the sword “Black Lion” with the lion emblem pommel.

Glaive and blade don’t fall apart like glue.

The Orc Road’s arms bulge as if bursting.

That’s one hell of a guy.

Delhen pushes away, his feet flat on the ground, waving to the left and to the right, making long tracks.

After that, once again, his sword shifts from left to right, switching direction from bottom to top.

The Orc Lord can’t come any closer and barricades the sword with his spear.

Where do you see this spear? ’

It was the Spear of the Killer.

Land!

Instead of a dung, a silver white glow flashed everywhere.

What about the assassin?

I naturally thought towards you.

Delhen and Chris will work together to kill Orc Lord.

Both of them are powerless to represent their countries.

The operation was signed on by Gennery, Lindo, Chris, Delhendo and myself.

One way or another, we decided to do this.

For that, Lynd embraced the enemy’s focus.

Wheelken held off five fingers.

He did not spare his strength to reduce his health consumption.

Delhen backs away, embracing the humiliation of defeat.

It was no exaggeration to say that everyone on the battlefield moved for this one battle.

Are you after the ball? ’

His gaze reached Chris.

The pupils of the Norver Dragon have been shaken.

You want to study at this point?

Is that the guy?

The Noble Dragon believed in him in secret. I believed his marvel for this battlefield.

I had to believe it.

But now he stands at the top of his head doing nothing.

Chris Fraunmut stands in his place and smiles. I can see his face on the visor.

The end of a long battle we fought all night long.

The Kingslayer laid hands.

Norber dragons did not feel the sun rising behind their backs. Suddenly, the sun, which feeds on the darkness, started.

A blue dawn was approaching instead of a dark one.

“Crazy bastard. ”

The Nober Dragon sharpens its molars. I had to move now.

Bang!

Delhen’s armor hits the chest on the other side, not Glaive’s spear.

Delhen turns around beaten and swings his sword with a back hand swing.

It was an attack that added anomalies to the anomalies.

His sword shatters the Orc’s shoulder.

Blood splattered.

“Cough!”

Delhen vomited a cough.

There is a distance between the two and they rush toward each other faster than that.

‘Damn it.’

The Noble Dragon has caught the spear. He had to do it himself if he didn’t.

Chris asked me to protect the wolf, but that’s important now.

He drooled and watched.

* * *

One more for four vice performances.

You added the Black Lion’s.

The name imprinted on the back of the hand is the fifth technique after the coil snake.

The crest on the back of each hand is unibrow.

And here I was faced with an unexpected situation.

‘You fight well. ’

I noticed the Orcs’ battle with the Humans.

All I needed was a foundation.

I lost sight of the fighting Humans.

That’s how Weiss moves over there.

He had an ally, so I could take a peek.

When you speak out loud in the next room, it’s like you can hear it.

I stole his technique. It was instinctive and reflexive.

Thanks to you, the vice in your body flutters.

[Vise Proficiency: 57]

Skill jumped.

The technique rested and tickled the back of my hand. I smiled without knowing it.

‘Good fight. ’

The Glaive in the Orc’s hands dances. I fell straight from the top and turned into an oblique line, bending like lightning.

Humans turn with their swords on the Glaive. Simultaneously kicks the ground and changes its position.

Heave!

The window blade cracks the air where he was.

‘What if I went ahead there? ’

No, you can’t go.

I can see the Orc’s knee.

If I dug in my arms, I got hit by that knee.

Now I can see Orc vices moving, not human ones.

Why do I see it?

I hesitated for a moment and gave up.

I don’t know. I can see it. I can see it.

There must be a lot of reasons.

Sensation sensitized by EXP.

Senses acquired by the vice.

New possibilities arising from gaining five vices.

Who cares? I just saw it.

The Orc’s vision was like an active volcano exploding.

The red energy spills around his body like lava.

‘Wishy’.

Why is the sixth vice night stage called Wish?

The Orc distributes the vice as much as it wants and moves.

There were times when I exerted power on the Glaive, and conversely, I took it out and mixed tricks.

Technology is human.

Power is an Orc.

Stamina, Orcs, and Stamina.

A Boldness Orc.

Oh, those Orcs will win.

Weiss difference is a car.

That Orc skill is also a master rank.

So…

[Speech Skill: 89]

Yeah, I think I’m at 70.

It was subjective. I followed the great struggle with my eyes.

Then I saw the principle of photobombing.

Is that what it is?

Orcs are naturally strong. And vice is invisible, but it’s like a force in your body.

That’s what you get out of it.

In other words, it was “amplification.”

The act of slowing the senses and stimulating the struggle.

“Assassin!”

I heard a scream. Why are you calling?

It’s a fun game.

“I’m gonna kill them all! ”

I heard shouting again. I remembered the name of a human who fights in front of Orcs.

Delhen Ryan.

The one who promised to fight together.

Orc Road.

The name of the monster I was going to kill.

The Nober Dragon.

A middle-aged man with a trident.

And my wolf.

Pumpkins, pumpkins, we need to treat them quickly.

I forgot.

I blinked.

Phew.

Information from the surrounding sound and vision hit my head.

The Noble Dragon tries to step out of line. I couldn’t tolerate him taking his foot off.

“Pumpkin protects! ”

I cried out for it.

“Damn it!”

It was the voice of the Nober Dragon.

Where’s my spear?

Still in the hands of the Orc Lord.

It’s okay. No problem.

It wasn’t a hoarding of five techniques.

“Delhen!”

I ran and shouted, “I’ve never had a hand-to-foot match, but Delhen didn’t seem so oblivious.”

“Hot!”

Delhen Ryan moves faster than ever. His sword creeps forward in terror.

The Orc Lord does not underestimate him, but tries to block his sword with the Glaive cotton.

Cag, cag, cag!

Delhen dares to twist his left foot to the side, twisting the blade.

The blade is drawn on me, Glaive. A fireball splattered and left a scar on the broad blade.

I’ve reached the other hand of the Orc in the meantime.

Hello, asshole.

He swings his hand at my face with his mercenary fist.

Son of a bitch, this is my specialty.

I looked at his fist to the very end.

I don’t know if I got five techniques.

My Vise proficiency has already reached 59.

Clear to the sixth floor.

And of course, this gap is very large.

Okay. Okay.

He pretends to be hit, breaks his neck, and takes a step out.

I twisted my elbow and hit him in the thigh.

Puck.

It’s hard, but what’s in it for me?

It’s the armor that explodes by the weight of a Troll to kill it.

Above all, this armor is for weapons. Son of a bitch.

I clenched my fist. The vise flows and lifts up a scale of molten metal.

The scales of the surging armor are embedded in the orc’s thighs.

Pull out your arms and dodge his fists again.

You pull the dagger out of your chest and stake it for its filth.

Land! Land.

The dagger snaps in half.

“Khh!”

He screams and swings the Glaive.

I wasn’t avoiding it.

Kick!

His Glaive is blocked by a black blade.

Meanwhile, my hand grabbed the finger of the mercenary.

I held her in my hands and gave her strength.

All the vises that flowed throughout the body reacted.

Five vices wished for one wish.

Give me my weapon. Son of a bitch.

Woodduk

Fold detection and stop inversely.

“Turn it off!”

You snatched a mercenary that fell out of the hands of the moaning Orc Lord.

At the same time, something flew out of sight.

Son of a bitch.

I jumped backwards at the same time.

Boom!

He kicked me in the stomach. I flew backwards instead of blocking his feet as far as I could see.

Shit, that’s where our troops are.

“Take it!”

Someone shouted.

What’s the catch?

How much do I weigh? If I take it, I’m dead.

“Move!”

Yeah, that’s clever, but a little bitter.

Boom!

Luckily, I was stuck on the ground.

“Cough”

I threw up on my cough. Oh, shit, I think I broke my gut.

A kick that shocked the inner lining of the melted and ripe thread.

“Phew.”

“Are you all right?”

A soldier asked me, right next to him. I couldn’t see very well because my eyes were dull.

I got up instead of answering. I looked straight ahead, facing down at the ground.

Boom! Boom!

Delhen survives, getting punched in the face and stepping back to avoid it, and then getting punched on the Glaive side again.

Delhen’s body falls to one side in the violence.

With a thump, he rolls the floor.

He rolls and rises to his feet, right at the center.

The name “Sword King” doesn’t sound like much of a waste after I roll over.

All right, all right.

Bastard named King of Orcs. You’re so dirty.

“Phew.”

I exhaled. The blue smoke flowed through my mouth.

“Assassin?”

The soldier summoned me again.

I couldn’t give him an answer. Orcs usually do this by calling God in their own language.

I don’t believe in God.

There is no name for it.

I will show my will with a spear.

[Speech Skill: 90]

Timing has increased skills and revealed a new world of nothing.

How to roll out a window to be efficient.

How to deal with the enemy.

Those things seemed preliminary.

I feel like a prophet.

Instead of invoking God there, the power to awaken him.

Photobombardment is amplification.

Skill that awakens the power within the body.

Humans make armor and use vice.

The Orc mixes the vice in the photoexplosion.

And now I’m wearing armor and I’ve been ‘Explosive’.

Both eyes were red.

Whoa, this is not funny.

I felt strange.

I want to beat the shit out of everyone around me.

The sensation that was originally felt dull. A new power rose from deep within my heart as I became dull.

“Wooooo!”

I knocked and shouted. I feel an explosive force.

Looking ahead, you see a green barrel.

That’s the son of a bitch our pumpkin beat up. Nice to meet you.

Boom!

I hit the ground.

The Orc’s face approaches you.

I was merciless.

I’m fine!

The man with the Glaive clashed with my dragon.

“How dare you!”

The Orc shouted.

“How dare you! ”

I shouted, too.

I was momentarily sneaking a spear at the Orc King by stealing Orc skills.

The Orc King is furious with him.

I’m excited.