T r anslat ed by jp m t l .ď˝ o m âYou traitor! Behind your back with a shadow hero? â
I said I didnât do it! Dammit! And the hero of the shadowâŚ
âThen what is it? What the hell is this? Soldier.â
âI âll look into it now.
âYou talk nonsense about not dropping anything, and you look likeâŚ. â
Weâll be able to stop it.
â âŚâŚ. â
Tr an s l ate d by ď˝pmtl .co ď˝ I think so, too.
âHow can you be sure of that? That thing disappears when the soldier dies anyway. That was the system in the first place. I hate to say it, but letâs just make a clean sacrifice. He was⌠a hero of the shadows anyway⌠Heâs not really alive⌠And I donât want to worry about him⌠Letâs finish him off. â
â Out of my control is like out of the dungeonâs law. I canât be certain that my existence will disappear. Besides, youâre the only one whoâd be sorry if I wasnât. Think calmly. Command just took a direct hit. Happens all the time.
âHappens under normal circumstances. Isnât that right? The magic above means that you floated, and the Demon Summon Garbage did not betray us, but the Plague Garbage hacked the system above. Shiva. That makes sense. â
âYou may not have hacked the dungeonâs system. Let me just put it to you this way: I have permission. The continent where the son of light was sacrificed is no ordinary dungeon. You froze the Demon Summoner and used me as well. If you get something, you lose something. One of the elements of the tethered event was used by the fake one. Of course I do.
âThings would be different from the ones you couldnât solve with your magic or your physical powers. â
âActually, my role with the main event demon summoner is over. I donât know if itâs thanks to you, but I think itâs possible.
I can see a little hand on Jo Hye-jinâs shoulder.
âHands off. Son of a bitch.â
âJust testing it. Unlike the last time we were unable to exert physical force on each other, now it seems possible. Maybe we can get out of this place. I donât have to.
â âŚâŚ. â
Most of all, I donât think that crazy woman is going to stop this. Of courseâŚ
Of course, it will not fall apart.
If the Magic Bead on Lyos is out of control of the dungeon, and the magic it can receive is true, he canât just drop it like that.
I can see ghosts clinging to the magical power that is falling.
Magic power that begins to turn dull colors feels somewhat dangerous. T r a n sl ated b y p ď˝tl .ď˝oď˝
Jungyan, who was looking up at the sky, was chanting the spell with a expressionless expression, but he could see how serious the situation was when he saw Hansoraâs face next to him.
The increasingly heavy magical power was growing to influence the state and the republicâŚ.
In the endâŚ.
Kwaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!
With the sound of whistling, the magical force begins to hit the transparent barrier.
â âŚâŚ.
Jungyan chants in a loud voice, his arms outstretched and dazed. Park Deok Guk, who was staring at it, leaps in and raises his shield.
Seeing one of the ghosts swarming towards Jeongyan, he was guarding Jeongyan in the same way that the first Lyos incident happened.
Hanzo is no different. Iâm staring at Jungyan, chanting the spell, and confronting the ghosts stretching out their hands from everywhere.
âShiva.â
It was then that things like smoke broke through the walls of Jungyan.
Surprised, Jungyan casts his spell again, and the mysterious smoke is blocked by a wall of transparent magical power.
Creaking comes into view.
Kuaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
â Aaahhhhhhhh!! T ra ns la t ed by jpď˝tl.co ď˝
There is an unconscious sound in the air.
I thought I could stop it without the crowd, but my face became increasingly nervous.
Seeing Jungyanâs face all the time, I think I can understand what that means.
âItâs not up to you. â
I am stressed because things are not going well. There are even cracks spreading across the Magical Wall.
No, technically, itâs not a fracture. Rather, it fits better with the expression of being ignored and falling.
The appearance of the rotting corpses, whether they were affected by magic or not, was deeply frowning.
âSummon magic. â
Jungyan, the summoning ritual, memorizing casting once again in a hurry, will not be able to be canned by the barrier of magic, so they will soon find another way.
In the meantime, the undead come to a party standing on the ground, keeping the spell.
Maybe the only difference from before is that I wasnât there.
âMeanwhile, the pigs are getting pushed by those who are crowded like dogs⌠â
Of course, I donât think the defensive power of that pig will be pierced by the undead, but I canât stop ten with one hand.
I keep trying to protect Jungyan by removing the ones that stick to my bodyâŚ
âNo, it wonât be dangerous. â Tra ns l ated b y Jp ď˝ t l.coď˝
What was really dangerous was not the undead, but the magic falling from above.
Those undead are a danger to the casting of Jungyan, not to the direct harm.
â Sister! Come here, Concubine!
He canât help but squeeze his arm tightly with Jungyan, so he just thinks he will block it with his body.
He hugged Hanzora and Jungyan tightly with his big body and held the undead by his back, but thatâs not the answer.
The body of Park Deok-gu wonât be able to withstand all that mass.
â Iâll make it! Iâm gonna make it!
â Ehhhhhhhhhh!!!
â Mr. Jung-yan!
â Relax, I promised to protect you until you came! Itâs not about keeping a promise!
â Jeongyan, are you okay? Jeongyan!
â Iâll take care of Concubine.
â Kiaeaeaeaek!
â Kiaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaek!!
â Just do the spell! Spells only! Iâm hanging in there! Donât be afraid!
â Jeongyan!
Hansora tightly grasps Jungyanâs hand and closes her eyes, but Jungyan does not look away.
I canât help but look up at the sky and chant the spell.
I can feel the concentration reaching its limit.
They are trying to cope with the changing nature.
I thought maybe it was some kind of bluffing. I felt like I was not slowing down because I didnât have the right decision about first magic, second smoke, third summoning magic, and then what.
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You can see the undead continuing to climb to the top of Park Deok-gu. The crowd that comes with the sound of KiĂŠek keeps tapping him on the back.
In the end, the new ones continue to climb up, almost invisible.
There are a few who bounce back to see if Hansora sometimes casts a spell, but thereâs so many of them that it wonât stain.
I also feel anxious and tap my thigh, thinking I can definitely prevent it.
It is not only Park Deok Gu who is holding a huge stack of undead mountains on his back, but it is also difficult to keep an eye on Jungyan who is changing his face.
The idea that it is pressed in pure mass is primitive but effective.
âShiva.â
â I can do better. HnngâŚ
â Ehhhhhhhh!!!
â I can do better. I can do better!!
âPiglets arenât the strongest. â
âLooks like we have some pretty good bugs together.
âAnd in the meantime, this son of a bitch sucks. â
ButâŚ.
âIâve invested a lot. â
âOf course.
âYou must have invested a lot. â
âThatâs how much this side of existence bothers the fake one.
Itâs no wonder he wants to hit the command post himself. We pissed them off enough.
It would have been an expression that would not want to be taken over and would have been like an attempt to enlarge the battlefield.
Without even mentioning it, I can see how much he paid for it, and I canât afford to make him nervous enough to attract the ghosts on the frontâŚ.
âYou thought you didnât want to be shaken anymore. Even if itâs a fake one, it looks a little like you. Itâs funny how big you look.
âYou donât just have to inflate yourself. Actually, this is⌠â
âBut it reveals its weakness.
But did he really not betray you? â
It was then that some undead came along with the sound of KiĂŠaek. Cho Hye-jin immediately raises his spear and sweeps over a few of them.
I was a little surprised that the Demon Summoning Garbage didnât panic. Rather, he leans back and pushes his chest out with his palms.
When I saw the palm print on the chest of the undead that had penetrated through the wall with the sound of KuaangâŚ
âFrom that point on, my physical ability was fine. â
He had as many abilities as the nearest job family. Although most of them are being handled by Hye-jin Jo, they are quite classy to show gradually.
It looks disgusting that you donât try to ruin an attack with the back of your hand or try not to lose your dignity on the subject.
âWeâre fighting together. Seriously, be mean and mean. â
â Youâre pretty good.
â I donât hear that much. This is a basic skill⌠Youâre even more amazing to me. I have met many who call themselves unmanned, but not all of them are like you. I donât know⌠my skills.
âTell him to shut up. â
â âŚâŚ.
â Then I guess itâs okay.
âWhat?â
The Mad Wizard. I thought you were the ones I cared about⌠You donât seem as worried as I thought.
Well, I wouldnât worry about it, actually. The pigletsâ legs were constantly trembling, and Hansoraâs magical power was about to run out.
Even when you see the magic flowing from Jungyanâs mouth and eyes, you seem to have already entered your own world.
Maybe things would be a little different if I were you. Maybe things are better than they are now.
Honestly, yeah, Iâm worried. It was the same as before, but the fact that I wasnât at that party⌠How could I not be worried?
But I can be a little relieved.
Some things have changed a bit positively.
â You filthy undead!!
â Who are you touching? Creatures of this vile devil!
As the undead cover the group with the sound of Kuang, they burst into view.
âGrandparents are strong too. â
Not enough for the colorful magicians to help strengthen the White Wall.
Grandpa Marthaâs coalition shouts with a long beard.