9th Circle Lord

11 #11화 met well2

Luther was not in a hurry.

He's a rat in a jar anyway.

The fight stopped because of the hostage, but in other words, it is not easy to escape because of it.

'I'm sure the guy I know is trying to avoid it rather than fight.’

Rather, it is good to have taken the hostage.

Luther knew Alsen well.

He's a cowardly rat.

In the future, he became a sodmaster, but his liver was as small as a bean, so he ran away, making fun of himself tracking him.

Then whenever he had time, he bragged that he was avoiding playing with himself because it was fun.

Of course Luther didn't believe the sound.

Whether it's a prosecutor or a wizard, if he has master-level skills, he doesn't avoid walking battles.

You can become a master only when you have genius talent and constant effort.

It was pride built with pride and pride, so you should welcome it when you fight.

But he abandoned his pride and ran away.

Luther knew their tendencies well.

He believes in his skills and shouts loudly, but when he encounters a dangerous opponent, he runs away.

They are full of bluff, as if they were in the air, but when they face a strong enemy, they hold on to their pants and cry.

Alsen's rise to the level of master is due to his natural talent.

A prosecutor must have lamented that God is not fair to him.

But a man couldn't have everything.

Alsen was born with the gift of swordsmanship, but he was a coward.

It was like that's what happened.

He deliberately killed the head of a kakka.

He smashed his head in a heartbeat and provoked violently.

This is enough to be a hostage and have a fight.

However, he pulled the hostage close and set up a thorn like a hedgehog.

When you realize that your opponent is not an ordinary bet, you are wary.

Beware is a double-edged sword.

It gives insight to gauge and analyze the opponent, but too much fear arises.

Luther had no doubt that Alsen would be afraid of him.

His wall was too small to fight proudly against his rival.

Luther moved one step forward.

"Stop! You punk!"

Alsen's nervously shouting face disappeared as if his composure had washed away.

He injected manna into the sword as if to show it.

A red fluttering sword aimed at Elena's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's Adam's apple.

"Come one more time. I'm gonna pry her shit out of her head!"

He was just teasing Elena, but the situation changed.

The opponent knows himself and doesn't blink even when he sees a sword injected with mana.

Rather than being scared or wary of the power of the Expert mid-level players, he is aiming for a gap.

A sweat formed on Alsen's forehead.

The weather is chilly at night and in the forest, but the tension heated up.

On the other hand, Luther made eye contact with Elena.

If you want to live, you have to actively resist.’

Elena was both a shackle and a variable in the current situation.

She's tied up by her, but acting wisely can be a springboard for opportunity.

Did he read his intention?

Elena's eyes suddenly changed.

Alsen shouted.

"Get out of my sight if you want to save her!"

Luther carried out the operation.

And the operation was already used by Alsen.

"I thought you were in the Kingdom of Carlsen, how did you get to Monster territory?"

Since Carlsen is a kingdom located at the southernmost point of the continent, I was curious about how he came all the way to Olsen at the northernmost point of the northernmost point of the continent.

Alsen's eyes have changed.

"You're not from the Duke of Alfeon, are you?"

"The Duke of Alfeon drove you here. Did you have an accident?"

"Yes, I have touched the aristocratic matrimony there."

Luther, who was listening, frowned and kicked his tongue.

"I didn't touch him, I killed him."

"How did you know?"

"Isn't it obvious that you've been hit by a pervert? Speaking of which, ask me a question. Why are you killing me in the middle of a relationship? If you don't do that, you won't feel good?"

Alsen smiled grimly at the question of criticism.

"Hhhhh. I like stimulating things."

"Really? Then you should be happy to meet me.”

"What do you mean?"

"I like to torture my enemies provokingly. There's no better combination than this since we're on the same wavelength.”

Luther took a stealthy step forward as he said.

Alsen, who read the ulterior motive, tried to continue his words by staring at him."Where's this son of a...…. Ugh!"

Knock!

Elena, who was looking for an opportunity, took advantage of her carelessness and bit the tip of Alsen's finger.

He was determined and cracked with pointed fangs, and flesh was torn and blood flowed.

Alsen's eyes lit up.

"Baby girl!

Anger soon led to life.

But that moment of neglect was a great opportunity for Luther.

"Light."

Spot!

Suddenly, a flash appeared in the dark.

As a bright light like the sun burst right in front, the unadjusted eyes stung as if they had been stung by a bee.

"Oh, my gosh!"

Shrieking and shaking.

In that gap, Elena got away from Alsen, and Luther ran.

Surprised, Alsen could not understand what happened in an instant, but now is not the time to be absent-minded.

The enemy is coming.

Expert intermediate senses were fiercely signaling danger.

In a moment of instant. Alsen put strength on his heel and kicked back.

First of all, it is urgent to step down and recover your eyesight.

Intermediate-level Expert is not very good.

His crisis detection ability was excellent, and his reflexes were excellent.

But the opponent was not good.

Luther was a four-circle wizard, and his body was engraved with a magic image containing more than one function.

The functions of the engraved magic team were mobility, agility, and muscular strength.

It was a wizard, but it was not a wizard's move.

Luther, who approached like an arrow, pushed the dagger in.

The dagger pushed under the navel gently stirred the inside.

The manna hall, which serves as the wizard's manna ring, collapsed like a sand castle.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Alsen screamed.

The injured part is, of course, a manna hole.

He desperately tried to push Luther, but he was powerless.

"Currrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

When the manahole was broken, the inside was muddy and blood began to flow back.

Luther punched Alsen's bleeding face.

Bang!

The view flashed and Alsen rolled on the floor.

The manahole was broken and injured, so it's almost over.

Luther, who checked Alsen's condition, turned his head.

Elena, who created the opportunity with a moment's wit, was gasping for air.

"Elena, good job."

Luther was stingy with compliments, but he couldn't help it this time.

Class C mercenaries attempted to escape with their lives against an intermediate-level Expert prosecutor.

She played a big role in this fight.

"Yes."

Her eyes blazed as she answered.

Alsen and Luther, who were looking at her alternately, held out a dagger.

"Don't kill me."

She was floundering with a dagger.

"Thank you."

Unlike his words, his eyes were fierce.

Elena, who approached the fallen Alsen, began to poke a dagger.

"Dead! Dead!"

The sense of humiliation turned into anger, causing a hole in Alsen's body.

"Crazy!"

Luther, who was glancing at the screaming Alsen, turned around.

'You're not gonna die.’

A person's vitality will be unexpectedly persistent and not end up like that.

Luther approached the wounded.

The worst thing was Kane.

Kane, who collapsed, was shaking as if he had a flu.

Seeing his pale complexion, fortunately, he came close.

He painted a magic pearl on Kane's wounded abdomen.

He carved runes of recovery and regeneration and put healing magic on them.

"Hill."

The mana, which has been enhanced by mental and physical training, warmly wrapped Kane's wound.

The wound healed and began to circulate.

"Turn it off!

Kane's eyes, who groaned, returned stable.

"Thank you."

Luther, who nodded, approached Jacques next.

Zach was watching Luther's fight with a dim look on his face.

Dolken said it was an extraordinary wizard, but it moved faster than an intermediate-level Expert test.

"Are you all right?"

Zach nodded at Luther's question.

"Yes, it's bearable."

Contrary to what he said, the bleeding was serious.

It was fortunate that he pressed the wound with his palm because he had the will to live.

"You have a strong will.”

Luther healed the wound just as he did to Kane.

Jacques' eyes widened.

Blood stops and fat builds up.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he asked.

"Is it divine?"

It was a healing power that cannot be explained by magic.

Luther raised himself with a smirk.

"A wizard cannot learn divine power."

A simple reminder of common sense, he approached Dolken one last time being.

His arm was cut off, but his injury was the weakest.

But I was shocked the most among the group.

It was understandable.

An arm separated from his body is in front of him.

Dolken, panicked, shook his body.Luther approached him.

"Dolken, wake up."

Dolken, who was shaking as if he had chills, looked at Luther and shed tears.

"Oh, my god! Wizard! My arm! My arm!"

Luther kicked his tongue.

Dolken cried like a child to the point where it was a waste of his distracting size.

"Don't make a fuss. "You can put the severed arm back together."

"Oh, my arm's been cut off...…. Yes?"

The crying Dolken opened his eyes round.

Luther raised Dolken's severed arm.

'Fortunately, it's cut smoothly.’

The work has become easier.

He painted a magic pearl on the arm of the cut Luther.

A person's body has a mysterious corner, so he or she has an instinct to find it on his or her own if he or she is good at bonding.

And the magic team will play the role of bonding.

The Luther, who drew the magic pearl on the cut arm of Dolken, suddenly attached the arm.

"Cure. Hill."

Following the purification magic, healing magic entered.

When the magic team put mana into action, the runes with bonding capabilities connected to each other and attached the body.

After a while, Dolken's arm went into place as if it had fallen.

"Move on."

Dolken moved his arm in disbelief.

His fingers wriggled and his arms lifted and lowered according to his will.

Dolken, who was looking at his arm with a blank face, suddenly began to wail.

"Huh! Thank you, hahaha!

Dolken, who was relieved of his one-armedness, was filled with sorrow.

Luther frowned and kicked his tongue.

Then he lifted himself up and turned around.

"Are you done venting?"

Before I knew it, Elena stood behind me and her mouth was pouting like a carp.

"Spar, arms."

The severed Dolken's arm was attached again.

I couldn't believe it even when I saw it with my eyes.

Luther walked past her and approached Alsen, who was covered in blood.

"Now it's my turn.”

It's your turn to keep your promise.

Luther's eyes looking at Alsen sank cold.

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