Kingdom – Lv. 1320 King of the Northern Slums (3)
[Resurrection] is a skill that is the object of envy for the exiles of the general kingdom.
A single death won’t lead to eternal death, but losing what you’ve worked hard for over the years is a big enough threat.
Not to mention the exiles who are no longer exiles.
Who is willing to die?
And the fact that only one chance to revive had now been blown away, the king of the north was very angry.
“Oh my God!”
excenter? right.
It is true that carelessness is in itself.
He hadn’t even thought of the existence of a magician who manipulated time.
The sense of recognizing still time was too rusty.
but this isn’t it
The body fully recovers. Even though the skill’s cooldown won’t return, the state has become more intact than ever.
He violently beat the attack that rushed in again and stood up.
“These bastards! I know what you blew up!”
A warrior whose eyes have turned to anger is no different than a Berserker regardless of his skillset.
Remy left quickly.
The skillset of the king of the north analyzed by the leader was almost perfectly matched.
It was truly a wonderful experience.
She never saw the world as a game. Because it couldn’t.
How soft it is to think of a labyrinth where you have to endure a more difficult and painful life than reality is like a game.
But above all, these realistic spaces are starting to look a little different these days.
Leaders are great people. He sees the world so clearly that it is natural to see it as a game.
Until now, though.
There is no failure when you follow the leader’s instructions.
There is no fear under such a strong belief.
The youngest child rushes towards the king of the north who is rushing.
The king swung his great sword without even thinking of protecting himself.
It was a blunt weapon rather than a sword, an attack that was closer to primal violence than a blunt weapon.
I don’t even think about giving up.
Because the thoughts on that anger-distorted face are not to bend, but to break.
The youngest’s Mithril door was blocked in front of him.
The king didn’t care. This guy is definitely human.
As long as there are no angel-like anomalies, it can be ripped and killed.
You must crush the wizard behind you as soon as possible and deal with the angel.
angel flies Feathers flutter and explode around the body, but the body of a strong enough king can withstand that much damage.
shield is pushed
Yes.
Not smashed, but pushed.
The king was bewildered.
His greatsword is of the highest quality among refined rune steel.
If the opponent wasn’t an angel, it’s a powerful weapon that wouldn’t have been taken out because of its durability.
If the powerful attack power granted by his unique skill and the performance of the weapon are combined, any shield warrior is powerless.
Despite its destructive power, the opponent’s shield only scratches and does not move.
The sparks that splattered as the iron collided with each other were bluish silver.
I know this. It is the color of mithril.
“God damn it!”
An angel flies from behind.
Reluctantly, he rotates and receives the sword.
The Angel’s Greatsword is not a very good material.
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Just plain steel of just the right material.Rather than a main weapon, it is closer to a myriad of spare equipment used as consumables.
force and push I’ve already bumped it several times and hit his body.
Then the durability is enough.
The thing to watch out for is that the weapon is destroyed and the Critical that occurs.
After striking twice sensibly, he lowered his body at the same time as he fired the third sword.
Blue shards pop out.
The angel’s greatsword was smashed and a critical was activated, and a much more powerful force was instantly applied to his greatsword.
The king just let the great sword go.
The bowed posture still charges towards the angel.
Grappling is a virtue of a knight.
The angel did not respond properly to the sudden attack.
mount takes
“I’ll crush your head!”
And the youngest one rushed from behind.
A mithril door was locked in the back of the king’s head.
The king is blown away by an attack with a bang and wicked power and material.
The youngest’s attack would not be able to inflict significant damage.
But as long as there is mass, it is impossible to avoid being pushed away.
The angel smiled and picked up the king’s bayonet.
The king of the north began to grind his teeth and run away.
He still has many subordinates. At least the subordinates who were not enough to betray immediately.
* * *
The magic god had a very unusual appearance for a demon.
Demons, as well as angels, give great corrections to their appearance.
It maintains its human shape, always maintains its elasticity regardless of moisture, and is soft to the touch, but has a toughness that won’t even scratch with ordinary cutlery.
With such specifications, there is no callus and it is always soft.
The same goes for the hair. It always maintains its best condition thanks to its durability that is too strong to be damaged if left unattended.
However, the god in front of him didn’t look very good at a glance.
Unlike the exile who ascended to the new throne, the dark circles were thick, frizzy hair, and dull skin.
Because of his sparse hair and thin physique, it is confusing whether he is a man or a woman, but his skeleton is definitely that of a man.
he opened his mouth Even his voice is weak and gloomy.
“Oh… finally. Finally. I’m able to meet you.”
He speaks old-fashioned, but his appearance is not much different from the current me. The god, who was about to collapse from exhaustion at any moment, sprinted and ran and took my hand.
“Really… you are the best wizard I’ve ever seen. Please teach me…!”
“Wait a minute, magic god yangban. You look like you’re going to fall right now. Are you sleeping properly?”
“Ah, sleep? There was such a concept. God is very convenient. There is no problem even if you don’t sleep.”
“The holding power of the new seat is too much to handle, this!”
“I’m fine.”
This is another very rare case. There are many people who are crazy about magic, but most of them were residents of the continent whose livelihood was magic.
Exiles usually don’t. Because there is a skill correction, you can get better performance without digging as deeply as NPCs.
A case like me, who tried to freely use magic without any correction, is a rare case in the Kingdom’s Magic Tower.
Their research is rarely pure magic in the strict sense.
I don’t think even that Shakhma was as passionate as the Magic God.
God begged me without even thinking about his position.
“Please, let me discuss the theory of implementing that virtual magic furnace at that time…”
“Calm down. I’m not going anywhere. And we’ll be good friends from now on, right?”
“Of course. How can a wizard like you die.”
I died and moved on to this episode.
The magic god just smiled as if he liked it.
It seems right to take care of what you want first. This is the attitude now, but this god is mad enough.
It may change at any time and ‘collect’ me.
I can feel the energy of such a madman. Trying to be creepy
You can’t be a brain in a vat. scarier than the god of war.
* * *
The leader gave instructions so that you can take the necessary action when you need it.
From the beginning, Plan A was to take care of the three people who were resting in the mansion.
But even in that case, the finishing touches and rumors were going to be spread by Remy and the youngest.
A reputation for subjugating the rankers.
Because there is no other reputation that helps as much in the slum as that.
Ironically, the title of ranker killer also existed in the kingdom.
However, an unexpectedly early attack began.
The angel lightly admired the leader, who foresaw the fact that the king of the north would flee the moment he was on the defensive.
Most of the tribes called rankers have strong self-esteem, so it is rare for them to flirt like that.
Isn’t it a talent to be able to be so cautious against enemies who are one level below the level of cancer?
Right now, it seems that the king of the north is in an extremely disadvantageous situation, but there was still no way for the three of us to subdue that strong warrior at once.
Even if the author fights the great sword with his fists and advances to the Earth War, the outcome is unpredictable.
At this rate, the feeling of muddy mud.
“He’s really like a mouse. He had wolf ears. First of all, he’s not a wolf, he’s like a dog.”
The youngest frowned and said. Remy was a little surprised at the unusually strong criticism of someone.
And I soon understood. I heard roughly about the youngest’s life outside.
Perhaps there were too many of them. Could it be that personal grudges are also intertwined to some extent?
Even as a member of the cartel, he seems honest and loyal.
“Then what do we do? Shall we just forget the existence of the angel?”
“No matter what the leader does, she said there is a way to gain after death, so do what your sister is comfortable with.”
The angel was at a crossroads of choice.
If you spread your wings like this and start chasing, you can definitely bring down the king of the north.
A leaf fairy warrior satisfied as a king of a high-ranking race and a slum who is sure to become a ranker someday.
There is more than enough material for the exiles who have come this far through the difficult tutorial to judge.
In that case, there was nothing left for the king of the North, who had nothing to say about human relations.
If it’s a risk, exposing yourself in a situation where it’s obvious that you’re an angel from the 46th server.
This part was left to the leader’s autonomy.
Look at the situation and judge. Because it is impossible to do everything with prediction and design alone.
“Then we’ll track it down. We advertise as much as we can.”
“It’s good. The Angel’s Tears Guild spreads the word that there are real angels.”
Remy has cast a spell.
It’s not that difficult with the technique the leader practiced, but it wasn’t simple either.
twinkling lights are scattered It is something made to shine like a halo by applying the [Flash] spell that blinds the eyes.
angel flew Spread your wings and flutter your feathers.
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Just then, the sun began to set.Against the backdrop of dusk, an angel with a great sword comes to mind.
The king’s men, who were plundering, were the first to notice the feathers flying and the halo that flashed in the sky.
And some who were inadvertently struck by the feathers were still seriously injured.
Soon, the residents who had been hiding from looting also knew that a flying angel of the gods existed.
The goddess of chaos bestowed divinity on her angel.
Since it is a throne of chaos that does not have much power to help in battle, only the effect was noisy, but that was enough.
Feathers imbued with the sacred purple chaos began to flutter and fall like snow.
It was a majestic and fantastic sight.
And at the end of the angel’s pursuit, there was a warrior who screamed and ran away.
The title [King of the Northern Slum] flashes recognizable above the head of the warrior who jumps up and runs over the building.
The king’s men stood stunned.
The domination of the slum is made in the shadow of fear.
The sight of the angel of the great sword chasing after the vicious ruler, which had even the brilliance of God, made people cherish various emotions.
“Oh God……!”
“Oh, it’s the angel who came to save us…!”
For those who have never been exiles, a religious shock, not a god of the system.
“Is that… an angel?”
“High-ranking people…”
“Wait, then, is the 46 server’s angel an angel?”
His loyalty to the king’s subordinates, who were pushed into the slums and lived as tyrants’ pawns, was wavering.
“Let’s go back. No matter how much I think about it, I think it’s right to hold that line.”
“Wow! Angel! Angel!”
“You seem to be holding the line really well this time, don’t you?”
It gave hope to the Jericho couple and the other bosses in the northern hospital area, who were only thinking of running away with suspicion even after being rescued.
The angel continued to fly. In order for as many people to see this as possible.
When the king of the north realized the situation and turned around, it was after the pursuit had already been shown to enough people.
He growled, but there was no one left to follow him.
While burning the final fighting spirit towards the landing angel, the youngest child stepped forward.
The youngest put down his shield. He also took off his armor one by one.
After being naked like that, I raised my fists.
The king’s expression contorted. But now there was nowhere to go.
I look around, but no one comes to my rescue. If there was, there would have been.
Domination by force will collapse in the face of greater power.
He sighed.
The risk was self-inflicted, and prudence was negligible.
Little by little people flock The battle is over.
All the king’s men had a gut feeling that something more important was happening, so they gathered here to watch.
As the gaze increased, as a last resort, the king lifted the armor.
He also did not lead an easy life. This isn’t the first time this has happened.
Mastery does not apply if the exiles do not hold each other’s main equipment.
In such a situation, the level gap may not be as large as expected.
Especially since the Leaf Fairy isn’t particularly physically strong.
“If you beat me, I’ll save you.”
The king did not respond to the youngest’s words. His mastery is entirely limited to swords.
It was because he had the knowledge to optimize as much as he had enough experience to rise to the ranks.
On the other hand, what about the other side? Most of the warriors who use shields have strong fists.
In a mind map that is driven to the extreme by power, fighting mastery tends to appear small.
But even so, the king is a ranker of the 1,300 level. Still he had an advantage.
No more words were needed.