9th Circle Lord

25 #25화 Blood Clot 2

Gerald analyzed his opponent.

"I'm sure he's not a wizard because he doesn't have a cane, and the prosecutor is clear."’

The fact that the speed of movement exceeded the prediction during the coming period also played a part.

The wizard can't be that fast, so it must be a prosecutor.

"He's at least an Expert senior.’

It is not an ordinary bet, given that it covers a long distance in a short period of time.

It can be at least tied or pushed back.

But Gerald wasn't worried.

There was something that was confident but not to the enemy.

"Priest Dnebar! Cover me!"

Dnebar, who left Kiara behind at his request, blessed him.

"The shield of the Divinity! Protection of the light!"

A brilliant yellow light lurked softly around Gerald's body.

At the same time, his physical strength increased significantly as he overflowed.

The scariest combination on the battlefield is the Expert Prosecutor and the Priest.

The prosecutor, who was healed and blessed by the priest, demonstrates superior combat sustainability and strong power.

Gerald, who gained confidence, now aimed a sword at the enemy he was about to bump into.

"Come!"

A loud cry foretold victory.

In the meantime, the router kicked the floor.

Bang!

His body, which had leaped, finally reached the scene, drawing a parabola.

Gerald stuck out a sword.

"Who are you?"

Luther dropped his question on the back of his ear and checked the condition of the group.

No one was on alert, but the trauma was severe. Luther swept the enemy with cold eyes.

The old prosecutor was at the front, and the rear was surrounded by knights wearing white robes.

Gerald raised his voice.

"I'll ask you again. Are you with them?"

Luther made eye contact with him.

Instead of answering, a cynicism flowed out of his mouth.

"That's stupid."

Gerald's eyes became cold.

"What do you mean?"

"In small battles, distance control is essential. You don't know when and when you're going to target the rear, so you should always be prepared to defend. A priest should always be in disguise. The enemy is aiming for a priest over a wizard, so you should avoid wearing anything that stands out. But you didn't keep them both."

There was a subtle anger in the voice.

Seeing that the party is at that point, they do not know how to fight, and they are not even basic.

Did Luther's strong advice come to mind?

Gerald spoke and slowly began to back off.

"Thanks for letting me know. But isn't it too kind for the enemy to fight soon?"

"There's nothing to thank. Because it's too late."

Bang!

Luther's body disappeared leaving an afterimage. Gerald, who missed the moment's move, shouted.

"Keep the priest!"

I almost knew who you were after.

Dnebar, who had been continuing to give Gerald the divine power, urgently spread it around him.

"The beacon of protection!"

A yellow glow rose around him and a protective shield appeared.

Gerald, who turned to protect his priesthood, was surprised by the back of his back.

Before I knew it, Luther, who appeared behind him, whispered softly.

"And there's something more important than what I said.”

Quick!

Along with the demon, Luther's dagger penetrated his armor and dug into his back.

The body, whose sacred power had disappeared, had no choice but to helplessly watch the dagger swim in the body.

"Crazy!"

The manahole breaks and the inside collapses. 

Luther, who pulled his painful screaming hair, whispered softly in his ears.

"You should never let your guard down when you face a strong enemy. You can't be swayed by the trick of pointing it out with a sense of immovability. "You lost before you even started."Gerald was not only a senior prosecutor at Expert, but also a teacher of Japanese swordsmanship for a long time.

He had excellent skills, but lacked the practical experience of dying and living by a single stroke.

Luther, on the other hand, was a tightrope walk on a cliff with life itself.

He was sure of victory since he arrived.

All that remains is to let them realize how harsh it is to deal with their party.

"Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Luther, who was coldly looking at Gerald, whose organs were torn and vomited blood, raised his hand.

"It's up to Zach."

He pulled out Gerald's two eyes without hesitation.

"Argh!"

Gerald's screaming in pain rang out in the forest.

Luther was not satisfied with it, so he only threw it on the floor after cutting off his arms.

Dnebar gulped dry saliva after the crushing defeat of Gerald, the Expert driver.

Luther moved.

After stopping at a certain distance, Luther suddenly put Gerald's eyeballs into his mouth while looking at them.Crunch! Crunch!

It is bizarre to see him chewing his eyeballs with an expressionless face.

Fear spreads quickly.

The creepy appearance filled the eyes of the priests and other knights.

Luther, who was chewing his eyeballs without a word, checked the pattern stuck in Denebar's robe and made a difference in his eyes.

It is the pattern of the church that I know.

He looked closely at the pattern and Denebar's frightened expression and opened his mouth.

"Now I see you're a Georges priest.”

Unlike before, the tone is favorable.

A ray of hope came to Denebar's face.

He quickly took Luther's words.

"Yes, I am Dnebar, the priest who serves Georges. Do you know our teaching?"

A sense of betrayal came to the eyes of the knights who surrounded him with a polite tone.

The opponent in front of them gave their boss a terrible fall.

Angry was aroused when the priest farted in a situation where revenge would not be easy even if he immediately raised his momentum.

Luther nodded.

"I have been helped by the Georges Church. I thought I'd pay you back one day, but you came earlier than I expected.”

Denevar's new color was wide open at the words.

"What do you mean?"

"I will not kill you for your connection with the Georges."

"Go, thank you."

He died and came back to life.

When Dnebar, who breathed a sigh of relief, went to Luther, the knights blocked him.

"Dnebar priest. Are you going to stick together cowardly when you see him do that to Ser Gerald.”

"Did we forget to protect you?"

"We must fight back!"

Denebar's expression became cold to the drivers' claims.

"I can't fight him. You have a connection with the Georges Church, how can you call it an enemy? So I'm out of this fight."

Although he advocated neutrality, his heart was already focused on Luther in his nested tone.

Everyone began to yell with an angry face because they were not articles that they would not notice.

"You traitor! How nice we've been to you, and you've been to the back of your head!"

"You dog! It doesn't go your way. I'll kill you here!"

"Defend your honor with death!"

The knights who tried to protect him a while ago now clamor to kill him.

When Dnebar was embarrassed, Luther began to prepare.

The magic team that crept up under the knights' feet shed light.

Magic Earth Spear.

A long, slender rock skewer, which looks like a stalactite, popped out of the magic camp.

Quack! Quack! Quack!

"Argh!"

An unannounced Earth Spear penetrated the entire body of the knights.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Dnebar screamed as the knights penetrated before his eyes.

A knight with his whole body reached out to him.

"Ker……" Kirk……. Chi, healing."

Denebar alternated between the knight and the Luther with puzzled eyes and shook his head with a sunken face.

"I'm sorry, but I said earlier,I won't interfere.”

"Dog……. Son of a feather."

The eyes of the driver, who was struggling with betrayal, soon faded.

Denebar approached Luther with frequent steps.

Then he bowed his head and said politely.

"Thank you for saving my life."

Luther, who handled all the articles, looked at him. Unlike before, his expression was cold.

"Who said they'd save you?"

Dnebar rolled his eyes to see if he was anxious about his sudden attitude.

"You just saved my life...….”

Luther looked at Dnebar as if he were pathetic.

I couldn't come to my senses even after seeing the article I just got.

Luther said, kicking his tongue.

"Of course I'm lying."

"Huh? Boom, hoops?"

He doesn't know the slang used by soldiers on the battlefield.

"What do you mean?"

Luther grabbed Denebar's wondering neckline.

"Cough!"

Holding his/her neck strangling as hard as he/she could kill him/her, he/she growled fiercely, sticking his/her face close together.

"Did you want to live when you saw what you did to me with your own eyes? I don't know the other guy, but I don't want to kill you as nicely as you do!"

"Coughing!"

"You wonder why you lied. The combination of priests and knights is tricky. Once you start hanging in there, you're too persistent to deal with. That's why I attracted you. That's an obvious trick, and you've got it. You don't seem to feel anything after seeing how the knight with his eyes pulled out."

I have nothing to say even if I die because I am stupid and have no sense of humor.

Luther's eyes turned black.

"Do you know what happens when you inject black mana into priests with divine power?"

You know too well.

Dnebar desperately looked at the eyes of entreaty.

However, he clearly remembered the scene of hitting Kiara with a whip.Of course there is no mercy.

His surroundings suddenly turned black. The air cooled cold, and the gloomy atmosphere began to overflow.

Luther's voice cracked like a sound of iron.

"Give my regards to the knights who died blaming you."

Luther gathered the black mana produced by reversing Manna in the order of the order of the order of the mana in his palm and put it into the priest's body. He threw it into the air when it was injected as much as he wanted.

Dnebar, who fell near Gerald, flipped his eyes.

"Argh!"

Sacred power and black mana collide strongly, and pain comes like a wave.

The collision of two properties, water and oil, caused a high temperature collapse.

The skin melted and the whole body cracked like the ground of a drought.

The storm inside is not the property of Denebar.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!"

His body, which was screaming continuously, went beyond the collapse and caused an explosion.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Gerald, who had collapsed near him and was barely breathing, was swept away by the explosion.

Luther's gloomy spirit disappeared like a wash.

It was a neat finish for him who was sure of winning from the beginning.

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