Episode 151: An angel disguised as a woman (1)
So the Demon King smiled.
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Because it went smoothly. The chorus of the end, which I had sang from the beginning, grew even bigger so that anyone who was not deaf could hear it… … .
“However… … .”
The darkness became so deep and dark that there was no end to it. Soon we will be able to completely annihilate this demon-like creature that calls itself human.
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The light emitted by the referee now was too weak to change the theme of this world.
“It’s such a weak light. so… … .”
Even if this light turned into a flame and burned the world, the Demon King did not worry about it at all.
The only thing he was worried about was that his only kin was now active in the world of the Demon King.
“Many of the highest-ranking humans are targeting my young people.”
The Demon King respected those humans. I hated it more than anything. People who are always trying to exploit and exploit their people.
“In order to be forgiven for their mortal sins… … .”
They were never satisfied seeds.
So the Demon King was worried about the referee.
There were two reasons.
The first was because of the old high-ranking humans described earlier… … .
“When dark karma breaks through the critical point, soon humans will reveal their true natures.”
The other was because of the humans who would become ferocious in a world that would perish. I’ll do anything to keep them alive.
“never.”
The Demon King sighed and muttered.
“I will never see you like that again.”
So the Demon King thought.
Let’s rescue the referee from human hands.
Originally, he was tired of human ugliness and tried to make his own people come to him, but to do that, he planted even his best henchman close to his people… … .
I couldn’t help but worry about it. The last surviving kin. Referee. For Luciel, who loved his people, the referee was truly the last hope.
Of course, from the referee’s point of view, it was an act of kidnapping, but considering that, the Demon King would not be called the Demon Lord.
“Can you hear me?”
The demon king stretched out his hand towards the light. His cold voice crossed the walls of the world and reached someone.
“My maiden, can you hear me?”
And a girl responds to him.
“I hear you. my Lord.”
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“Exchange meeting?”
The referee, who was sweating while practicing the fairy fighting posture, asked again as if the words were interesting.
“Are you having an exchange meeting with another academy? It’s not unheard of, but it’s also unfamiliar.”
“Oh, and the real highlight starts now.”
Knock-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-tak-kak-kak-kak-kak-duk-do-a-boy-student. The referee, wiping away the sweat, slowly approached him.
And the boy whispered.
“One with St. Lucia Academy. That Saint Lucia.”
“If it’s St. Lucia… Isn’t that the girls’ academy?”
“Because it is.”
And a male student with a tunic and twinkling eyes.
“That means that I am now a Mosol escape.”
“… That’s right.”
“What is that sly smile? Proud to be popular… … .”
The male student’s remarks suddenly stopped. The next words heard the referee understand why the boy had stopped talking.
somewhere tired,
But there was a beautiful voice.
“Oh, shame on you.”
The owner of that voice, Rusa shaking her head. The smell of alcohol wafting out seemed to have run out yesterday. Or it didn’t stop until this morning.
“If my class is boring and boring, should I talk about my love affairs in class? I think I need to give some tension to the loose class… … .”
The referee, who felt the boy next to him starting to tremble, kept his posture and looked up at Rusa.
“Professor, let’s have a fight.”
“Okay, the next big thing, after all, is the Haejang Dalian.”
Lusa was dressed lightly. It is an oriental martial arts uniform often called a dobok, but it was no different from other uniforms except that it was a little tight.
However, as soon as the students of the Mutu Department saw this ordinary uniform, they had no choice but to sigh in a small voice.
“I came out with a serious outfit.”
“No, I’m still only in second grade.”
The fact that Rusa wore a uniform meant that she wanted to show herself as a fighter rather than a professor for now. Proof that you will have mercy in your hands, but will sincerely engage in Dalian.
Is it a serious fight with Lusa?
If it were any other student, I would have already escaped.
“Then me too.”
However, Rusa wasn’t the only one with a serious outfit.
Silver, the most sacred metal, was created when such silver was consecrated to the limit. The referee’s shoes made with such a surname. silver.
The dragon, the ruler of the sky, the leather made by tanning the remains of such a dragon with the skill of heaven, and finally, gloves for the archangels finished by engraving sacred letters on the leather. Santos.
‘I still have silver coins, but I can handle it perfectly as much as I do, as much as I can.’
The referee literally activated the two items in the blink of an eye and entered combat stance.
“It’s pretty cool.”
Seeing this, Lusa was truly amazed. High-grade items were difficult to deal with. If the low-grade item is a bicycle, and the middle-grade item is a car… Because high-grade items were comparable to fighters.
The EX-class Santos could then be compared to a spacecraft that was very difficult to maneuver.
‘That glove is definitely the best grade item.’
But, to activate those gloves in an instant and activate the ability you want right away. This feeling could only be strengthened in practice.
Only in real practice.
“It’s a warrior’s tee.”
However, the referee’s strength was only the beginning.
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Referee Lv.57
Race: angel
HP: 1,300/1,300 MP: 700/700
Strength: 71
Agility: 55
Horsepower: 54
Paranormal Ability: 10
angelic calendar: 67
Cooking Lv.10 (Master), Repair Lv.5, Cleaning Lv.5, Crafting Lv.5, Fairy Fighting Lv.8, Jin-Changing Swordsmanship Lv.8, Klein Type Magic Lv.8
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Archangel’s martial arts that trample down dragons Lv.9 (Critical Reach)
Healing Lv. 9 (Critical Reach) of the Archangel who lives in existence
Blessing of the angel who anoints the king Lv.9 (Critical Reach)
The footsteps of a reverse angel who walks through the night Lv.8
Angel Kwon’s light that illuminates the world Lv.8
Left angel blowing the seven trumpets Lv, 5
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That’s a huge improvement in specs.
In terms of simple stats, it was a real all-time increase.
However, as with all stats and levels, higher stats and levels require more resources. If so, the angel power that the referee must consume to raise the spec is literally exponential.
It was a spec-up that could only be achieved by earning all of the angelic power that had been collected so far, no, more than that.
‘I think it really cost more… … .’
How the hell did the referee get so many angel powers?
‘I’ve been stupid all this time.’
Until now, the referee’s method of earning angelic powers could simply be seen as gathering and hunting.
‘It seems like yesterday that I only liked automatic hunting.’
In a way that finds and corrects mistakes one by one, and erases the darkness one by one. However, in that way, the referee could not achieve the desired level of angelic power.
So the referee built a pyramid. A pyramid that will spread good deeds.
‘Pyramid built through volunteer clubs, through Rainmaker, and through the New Angels of Sori… … !’
The method was simple. The referee does good deeds once to the volunteer club, once to the Rainmaker’s Foundation, and once to the New Angels Church.
Then the referee asked them.
“Be sure to do good deeds to three or three people. And please tell them the same thing.”
Finally, the referee left these words to each of the executives.
“If you’re good at this, I’d say, ‘Well done.’ I’ll paint you. If you collect a lot of this dojo, you can upgrade your grade… Heavenly rank up… … .!”
“Thousands, heavenly rank up?!”
“Heavenly Rank Up!”
“Bronze, silver, gold, platinum… … !”
Rainmaker and members of the New Angels Church cheering for the word grade-up. The referee looked at him and nodded with a happy expression on his face.
“Toward the diamond grade, please do a lot of good deeds!!!”
Thus, a multi-level angel referee was born.
‘I’m not a multi-level angel! Call me network angel… … !’
In any case, the referee was able to acquire exponential angelic power through this method. First, if the referee does good deeds to 3 people, then those 3 people do good deeds to 3 people, so that 9 people do good deeds to 3 people, and then the 9 people do good deeds to 3 people and then 27 people… … .
So, exponentially, the number of people doing good is multiplied by the square. And the number of people being helped by good deeds also increased.
‘thank you. Thank you. I really wondered how I was going to survive this month… … .’
‘You’re welcome. You just need to make one promise with me.’
‘Oh, what a promise. Say anything.’
‘Help three other people, and do the same to them… … .’
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＜It is like an angel to show the way to the blind!>
＜Healing a friend’s wounds is an angelic thing!>
Gray is fine too.
Even good deeds full of self-interest are good.
In this dark world, even that is light. If the light gathers and gathers like this, one day the dark forest could be burned.
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＜You have acquired angelic power.>
＜You have acquired angelic power.>
The referee remembered that the huge fireworks that would burn the world had only a spark in the beginning.
‘… The direction of the world is changing. Surely.’
In any case, the devil
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No, it was an angelic pyramid.
I have a feeling that the fraudulent referee has finally crossed the line, but now I can’t stop it. Originally, needle thieves became cow thieves because of the so-called ‘Gukruul’.
A battle between the cheating angel, who had established a multi-level establishment and raking in the power of angels, and the sectarian elf, who likes alcohol, meat, and even cigarettes, began.
Even though it was a light jab that flew out immediately after greeting him, or a jab with fakes, the pressure was no less than that of other masters.
But the referee avoided it.
The referee also changed the martial art of the archangel who tramples dragons to the martial art of the archangel that knocks down fairies instead of a light greeting, naturally interfering with the foot technique of fairy fighting and induced in-fighting.
To others, it looked like they were just sneaking their feet, but from Rusa’s point of view, the number of checks contained in it made her head hurt a little.
And yet, the figure clearly aiming at the counter… … .
‘I’m not excited at all, and I’m definitely increasing my odds little by little.’
Rusa gave up the jab that didn’t work anymore, subduing the goosebumps that were rising.
“Aiming in-fighting even though the weight class is low, well. Do you want to hug me?”
And instead of holding the boy right away, he went into hardening… … .
did not lose
“Telelocation. A short jump?”
“Aren’t you going to say I’m cowardly?”
“No, that’s great.”
The referee was not just a child who had only learned how to fight a fairy. The referee is the successor of Klein magic. Naturally, he had completely mastered the degree of short-range leaping without chanting, which was essential in battle.
Of course, this too was mastered by pushing with the overflowing angelic power.
Anyway, the gap that was created like this had no choice but to leave a huge weakness behind Rusa’s back. And the referee did not miss the opportunity.
Let the light of the angel Kwon illuminate the world dwell in your fists and hit it as it is.
Literally, repeated hits with the speed of light poured down Lusa’s back.
“Ugh.”
“No, I can’t see it.”
The light that remained following the fist trace embraced the area around the dungeon.
like that,
Finally, the winner standing on the podium is… … .