MEMORIZE

Come to think of it, I remember the people who appeared in "The Land of Hatred" were very strong and demanding. Even the users of Eastantel Low, who used to boast of the top level, had a little trouble. Of course, it was a mistake, but as a result, one person died.

The role I played at the time was Keeper. Of course, he was a mere keeper, and in reality he stepped back and watched the battle of his colleagues. Because back then, I was not good enough to fight against the dead.

But I am different now. Compared to then, it has user information that can be called the difference between the sky and the earth. With this information, Mamon, one of the Fourteenth Monarchs of the Devil, was also caught.

As such, I stepped up the ground with confidence. And at the same time as he rose into the air, he took out a sword with his left hand. He held a Japanese sword in his right hand, but this time he was going to use the two swords together.

Oh, my god!

Soon as I saw the black hair down, the man who suddenly screamed picked up his face and looked at me. Then, when faced with a dark red gaze that looked well over tens of years old, the arm of the man stretched to the ground once wiggled.

At that very moment, I instinctively lifted the Japanese bayonet.

Whoo!

As expected, the Japanese sword was lifted to the top to defend it, and at the same time, a mass of arms was crushed through the wind.

It was an attack that happened in Changshalgan. But since they were defending themselves with foreboding, the arms of the dead were torn apart by the blazing blade of the sun, like the sea where they met Moses. Although he tried to hit himself at once, it was not enough for the power of the Japanese sword and sword expert.

The first attack was able to be held back lightly, but I didn't let go of the tension. This is because as soon as the body descended, the man's remaining arm twisted once again. As soon as it was about to explode again, I used the Lee Hyung-hwan (형) to target the rear of the deceased.

Chupot!

After a while, the view in front of me changed completely. I, who had been floating in the air until a moment ago, was on the verge of a dead man's back. Dozens of men were walking through the air just now, like a chain of blows.

For a while, but this tied both arms. The body was still descending. I raised the sword high in the sky in a straight line with the sword of the sun. Using strength, horsepower, and additional falling force, he swung his arms as hard as he could to stamp the head of the deceased. The two black men who had been hit went in, splitting the top of their heads neatly.

Blowing, blaring, blushing!

The first feeling was the feeling of shaving off a solid mass of flesh. But there is not a single setback. Rather, black things rise like a fountain in the body of a man who splits from side to side.

Like a flume ride at the end, the two blacks were vigorously splitting the dead man apart, but only when their feet touched the ground stopped rattling. Perhaps because I put too much force on it, my feet got stuck deep into the dirt floor, but I quickly pulled out and bit myself. Of course, it would be disappointing if it went like this, so I didn't forget to feed him with a mana explosion.

Crack!

After seeing the heavy drinking and the manger's face turn bumpy, I turned a somersault three or four times and landed rearward.

After defending first, occupy the rear side with a heterozygous ring, then cut off the top of the head and finish with a mana explosion.

This always-loved series of attacks went in perfectly. Most men, user or monster, were attacks with the power to send them goal, but the opponent was a mass of hatred mixed with hundreds of dead men.

One of the reasons I thought it was tricky earlier is the endless regeneration of the deceased. This man was a monster who rushes with blind hatred until all the manes mixed in the body perished.

I don't know exactly how many more attacks I have to make, but it's a good start anyway. I calmly fixed the sword with the intention of gradually sharpening it without any hurry. And as soon as I looked at the deceased again, I felt the pressure in my eyes.

Turn it off...

'What's wrong with him?'

As expected, the man had already attached a split body from side to side. No, to be exact, should I say it's being restored. If you look closely, the net people are flowing out of the split side and overflowing like waves. It seemed to connect somehow, but it didn't connect perfectly. In a word, he seemed to be out of his element.

'Do you happen to...'

I looked down at the sword in both hands. A sword that can strike the existence of all dimensions. The Japanese New Year's Sword And the sword expert's power to cut out everything. Maybe the combination of these three beats has influenced the regeneration of the dead in some way?

I had many thoughts for an instant, but I immediately gave up my thoughts. Whether it's right or wrong, it's good now. Anyway, it was good news that we could deal with the dead more easily.

After a while, the man turned around to figure out how to hit him. As expected, I could not fully regenerate it, and I could see the forced side of it with poor sewing.

But the hatred still lingers. Before I knew it, the man had turned completely toward me. The dark red eyegloss from the whole body was watching me with a more heated hostility than before. Then, he held each other's hands and raised them big and slowly. Maybe it's just the same as I did.

Therefore, I bent my knees calmly and lower my waist. And without delay, he hit inside.

At the moment when the manger stretched out his arms and raised them, I could feel the movement as long as he kept pace with me. I turned my eyes slightly and stared at the spot where a sign was detected. Then, a second later, a woman was seen rising at a rate that the man could not bear to react to. It was Nam Daeun.

In a very short time, the arms of the deceased were shaking.

Nam Da-eun flew 10 meters quietly without any sound, and in no time, she twisted the orbit and fell like a ray of light. And while "Seola" cut down the right shoulder of the deceased, she screamed once and her body tilted greatly.

I didn't miss the gap. Passing by, he lost his balance and cut his stumbling leg vigorously.

Boom! Boom!

The first sound is the sound of a man falling down. The second sound is....

Flop!

Crash!

Judging from the dust pouring down his hair, it seemed to be the sound of hitting the ground. The ground seems to have been hit somehow even as it collapsed. Anyway, it's been a waste of time.

I stared again at the retarded man. I'm not scared anymore.

The subsequent treatment was so easy that I thought I was eating rice cake lying down.

The man wielded both arms indiscriminately even when they were collapsed, but I and Nam Da-eun alternately attacked the man by hitting and leaving.

I blocked further movements by focusing on cutting off the arms and legs of the deceased. Nam Da-eun jumped here and there and attacked the top persistently while the man was losing his mind. In particular, it was surprising because of the intensive stabbing on the neck.

Eventually, the dead man's attack cycle was delayed gradually, and in the past, his head dropped weakly with no limbs. Since earlier, only the windless screams have been dripping from my mouth.

Whoo... Whoo....

Finally, when the neck was cut off, a faint scream came out of the man's mouth.

Then, soon all the movement stopped completely.

"Don't you think we look pretty good together?"

When I confirmed the death of the deceased with my third eye, I could see Nam Da-eun wiping her forehead with a big smile.

"It doesn't look good on you, but it does."

"That's it or that's it. We're in good harmony, and we're in good harmony..”

"Come to think of it, there were three of them in total. I don't know if the other Clan members are fighting well."

"Kick, everyone seems to be doing well.?”

I quickly changed the subject because the latter was a bit embarrassing. He deliberately turned away from Nam Da-eun and looked at Clan members who are currently fighting.

And at that moment, I could see why Nam Da-eun blurted her words.

"What the hell is that...What's that?

Boom!

At the same time as I thought, a man broke down his body.

That's not the problem, the battle of Clan members was strange. Obviously, they told me to divide into groups and deal with one each, but what I can see is that eight people were dealing with two at a time. Which means you've just dealt with a guy.

"Nam Daeun."

"I'll apply right away.”

I thought for a moment what I was doing, but I ran with Nam Daeun.

Around the land where the Clan members were fighting, there was a spacious pitch-black shroud. Huh Joon-young seemed to have used Apocalypse, the unique ability of the Secret Class 'Silence Enforcement'. Perhaps the power of the Almighty Boundary suppressed the regeneration of the deceased, but it was a good choice for now.

Since there was already one left, Seung-gi has leaned toward the Clan members. In addition, when Nam Da-eun and I hit the back at the same time, we could simply deal with the rest of the guys.

I turned to Clan members after identifying the same fallen man with a thud.

"…Whoo."

"Tsk…."

And soon, I could feel that the atmosphere surrounding each other was strangely strange. It seems that he is trying to make it clear by holding his mouth tightly, but only one person was looking at the other person. Looking at Yoojung's red eyes, I smacked my lips.

Something's not right.

Anyway, while trying to calm down the situation, I suddenly heard Yoojung snorting.

"Oh, my."

Yoo-jung swept her hair up with an angry face and threw her dagger hard. The dagger was embedded deep into the ground with a puck sound.

"Oh, it's annoying...I can't do this.”

"…what?"

The person who answered was none other than Hanbyul. Hanbyeol was also very angry at radish, but his usual patience was nowhere to be seen. She was staring at Yoojeong with a cold look as if she had seen at the first rite of passage.

"Are you talking to me?”

"Yes, but?"

When Han-byul responded provocatively, Yoo-jung once laughed, saying, "It's ridiculous." Then he suddenly kicked the dagger stuck in the ground.

The dagger rolled over and stopped at the tip of Hanbyul's toes. Han-byeol looked down for a moment and laughed in vain, saying, "It's ridiculous." It was a cold laugh.

"Ha. What are you doing?”

"Ha? Ha? I'm going crazy."Hey, you don't know what to ask?

"What if?"

"Oh, let's just quit. I don't want to fight because I have an older brother. Anyway, try to be more aggressive next time. I almost went through everything because of you. What?"

"Now…."

"Never mind, give me your dagger. It's annoying to say more."

Hanbyeol had a very unfair face. When Yoojung cut off the horse, her face turned red, but soon she saw me once and closed her eyes calmly. Once or twice, Mokwooldae seemed to be trying to calm down somehow.

Han-byul's eyes were still cold, but she opened her mouth with a tone of barely holding it in.

"…I'm sorry, sister."

"Never mind, pick up the dagger. And all of a sudden. That's creepy."

Hanbyul chewed on her lips. And I was about to pick up a dagger that fell at my feet with a slightly shaky hand.

Someone quietly stopped Hanbyeol and picked up a dagger kicked by Yoojung. Then, he looked at the well for a moment and threw it high into the air as if to take it. The dagger, which drew a soft line, soon passed through the well and was inserted around the feet. It was Woo Jung-min.

"User Lee Yu-jung. That sounds a little harsh."

The oil well glanced down and continued quietly.

"What's the big deal?"

"Speak straight. It's not that we couldn't manage it, but didn't you come closer to us than you needed? Very openly.”

"More than necessary? No. Huh? I don't think I said anything wrong. Isn't it so?”

"Even if there were minor mistakes between us, we worked together in the end. We're colleagues....”

"Yeah. Who told you? Anyway, it's true that they couldn't manage it."

"…I hope you don't keep being sarcastic. Now you're about to get angry."

When Yoo-jung shrugged and laughed, Woo Woo-min responded with a fierce voice.

I don't know what's going on, but I can guess from the fact that they're talking. As soon as I thought they were playing well, Shin, who had an awkward face, blocked the two sides.

"Come on, come on. What's wrong with you all? The battle is over and you're watching Clan Road. Let's all stop and reorganize."

Nevertheless, no one shows any sign of movement.

I was quietly lost in thought. It was a sudden conflict in a way, but I understood it. Perhaps the biggest reason was the field effect of the area where we were standing.

Also, a series of battles over a month's journey. Everyone was unknowingly exhausted and stressed out on their way here. I've been wondering how I've been able to hold it in so far, but as I entered the "Hate Land," it turned into a time bomb that I don't know when it's going to explode. Then, it was caused by a minor mistake in the previous battle.

Everyone seems to have tried to put up with it, but in the end, one person couldn't. Along with that, other users must have burst out.

"Phew."

With a short sigh, I could see Clan members paying attention.

I smacked my lips one after another and opened my mouth quietly.

"I have a rough idea of what happened. I think my fault is the biggest. I'm sorry, everyone."

"Oh, no. Clan Load."

Shin said with a puzzled face, but I shook my head to say no more.

At that time, Ansol mumbled and sent a silent signal to Yoo-jung, who blinked several times and bent back in a hurry.

I opened my mouth right away.

"Stop."

Then Yoo-jung's hand stopped as she was about to pick up the dagger.

"It's my fault that I didn't prepare thoroughly because I was in a hurry."

I've created the gravestone of empty spaces. The dagger came out of itself and spun around and came into my hand.

Yoojung slowly raises her back and looks at me carefully.

I went on and on and on.

"It's my fault for bringing you here."

"Oh, brother, that's not it..”

Yoo-jung looked up nervously, but as soon as she made eye contact with me, she hurriedly lowered her eyes. All the Clan One around me were avoiding my eyes, but I don't know what kind of expression I'm making right now.

I looked down at the dagger in my hand, trying to be as calm as I could.

Scurepf, a dagger used by the Ma people Belfgore, is like a kind of marker that drives the wearer crazy when used incorrectly. I stared at it for a while, and then I gently grabbed the sword god, which emits a red glow, with both hands.

"It's my fault that I gave you this in the first place."

At the same time as he said so, he twisted the dagger with all his might.

Crack, crack!

Scurep broke in half with the forced twisting of iron. When it was bent a few more times, the twisted texture like a twisted twist soon felt torn into several branches and turned into pieces.

After a while, I lightly shook my hand and threw out Scurepf, which turned into scrap metal.

Tuck!

"Uh…."

And Yoo-jung, who was looking down, groaned faintly.

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