Academy of Genius Knife-Episode 74
#74
“Yeah. Risking the quintessence of adenocarcinoma. If you have three, it's worth trying.?”
Silence fell. There was a tension peculiar to the gambling board. Finally, Balzac snorted and said.
“Why should I do it??”
“This fucking mosquito bastard..”
“Interesting thing, I will not deny. But for you, the quintessence of blood and the thing worth changing I don't think there is..”
“Well. I think so..”
Ronan released La Mancha from his waist dance and placed it on the sheath table. Ophelia's eyes swung as she watched. Ronan's head rang with a bell..
[Ronan, what are you doing now??]
Ronan looked at Ophelia and blinked. It was okay, so I meant to put my worries down. Ophelia looked tremulous and shook her head. Balzac, shrugging his eyebrows in an interesting way, approached the table.
“Hmm. There was one..”
“It's good to be discerning, even if you're a kid..”
“Can I pull it out??”
“As you like..”
Surprisingly, Balzac asked permission before touching the weapon. The appearance of keeping manners between the prosecutors was not bad..
Throng! La Mancha, who had escaped from the sheath, revealed his appearance. The test, drawn in a straight line, was as thin and dark as the eyelids of the night. Balzac, looking closely at the sword, frowned..
“···It's a weird thing. If you add malice, it's not enough to be called a Magum..”
“Well.?”
“Hagi, I didn't think about it before..”
Balzac clutched his hilt. The red aura that began to thicken from the bottom of the star eye was a new black sword. It's crimson..
“What the fuck..”
Ronan's eyes grew larger. It was the first time I saw him swinging a La mancha. Turning, Balzac swung his knife lightly toward the wall of the banquet hall.
Hoo-woong! The blood-red sword shot along the gentle sword path. However, it is reminiscent of a fan-shaped splash rather than the usual crescent moon shape It was the blackness of the shape..
Kwagwang! A chain of explosions rang out and the mounds vibrated. Dozens of flowers of stone and dust bloomed. Ronan, seeing the disastrously destroyed stone wall, uttered a scream.
“Salivary, what did you do??”
“It's hideous. This is not necessary for me..”
“How did you do it?.”
“Do you have an obligation to let me know that? If I don't have anything more to show, I'll go back..”
Balzac shook his head and returned La Mancha. I couldn't send it this way. Ronan grabbed Sita by the shoulder and held it out to him.
“So what about this? A thousand-year-old elf is a creature that doesn't even know its identity. Face smooth, fast, and warm when you sleep at night..”
“Cheeks?”
“Ophelia, Ruby shining in the snow. I'll see you again when the opportunity reaches me..”
Sita opened her eyes. Balzac turned his back without even addressing him. He had just said goodbye to Ophelia. Ronan, who leapt over the table like a fire, called Balzac..
“Wait. You bastard..”
The two vampires turned their heads at the same time. Ronan was staring at Balzac with both hands in his pockets. Balzac frowned at the slow journey.
“···What are you doing??”
“I'm gonna hang me..”
“What??”
“I mean, you're going to pay me for the money. If I lose, I'll be in your power. Isn't that enough??”
“Ronan...What are you talking about??”
The younger Ophelia asked, nurturing. Ronan did not answer. Balzac laughed..
“I don't waste blood creating authority. Is there anything I can get by making you in control??”
“Of course. Because I'm a mosquito, I won't stop training..”
“What do you mean??”
“When you're in power, I'll fight you every time you get stuck. Dalian opponents who continue to be strong beyond the limits of life. Don't kill me.?”
Balzac's eyes grew larger. It was an arrogant yet attractive offer. He was the electrifying Ronan held for a short time during the battle. Peeked at the potential. Maybe it was lumber that might be the second Jarodin. Balzac, touching his chin, burst into a strange light..
“Khahahahah! It's fun. There is one among the mortal who can think of this idea..”
“It's not going to happen, but I lose and I'm in power to relax. You better not. You'll pick me up in five years..”
“Okay, I'll bet. Keep messing around..”
“Nothing. All I want is one essence of blood..”
“The contents of the bet?”
“I've already thought about it all. They're alternately attacking each other once and for all..”
Ronan explained the rules of betting that he had thought about beforehand. Attack each other alternately. Defense or avoidance is free. Just do a counter-attack on your opponent or get up for a minute under attack. If you fail, you will be considered a defeat..
The content was all that. There was no provision that seemed favorable to Ronan. Balzac looked like a man who had heard him drool..
“···I really think you can really beat me with that condition.?”
“Of course..”
Ronan hesitated. Balzac could not understand him. Ronan clearly knows that each other's skills differ greatly It was ter. But if you're not good at hand, you're not good at plate conditions? Balzac laughed..
“You're valuing yourself too much. What is the object of those who live a life that is nothing but a life.”
“I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the only one who's going to be able to do that. You're chewy.?”
“I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'll accept the bet. If you're in power, you'll be taught courtesy for about a hundred years. I'll use it..”
“It's an excellent choice. So let's write a contract..”
The two made a contract with their own blood. A third person, Ophelia, became a member. She constantly sent messages to dry Ronan, but Ronan He just blinked his eyes and said he was okay..
[···It's completely crazy..]
The rules of betting and the money were listed in order. The last time the two signed it, the parchment crumbled and disappeared. Only the letters in the blood remained, and the paper flashed round and round..
The letters line up like chains, into Ronan and Balzac's breasts Permeated. It was the moment when the bloody oath was made. Ronan will die if he does not fulfill his pledge. I instinctively realized the fact.
“I feel like a fuck..”
“The binding power of the oath will warp your heart..”
Ophelia sighed. Now it was irreversible. Fortunately, the dysentery soon disappeared. Ronan and Balzac stood in the middle of the banquet hall. Balzac said in a relaxed voice.
“Not conceding seniority. You better think it's going to be the last..”
“Thank you for that..”
Ronan grabbed the hilt. Ophelia took over the judgment. Balzac laughed all the time waiting for the signal.
He had no self. Vagina yourself. It was rather more difficult to control power without killing it completely. The mouth of Ophelia, who was in front of her, was open..
“···Start.”
Bang! Ronan spurned the ground and ran. The darkness that gathered around him warped Balzac's hands and feet in the form of armor Transformed. His armor, created by dark magic, has as much defense as Mithril It was outstanding..
The gap narrowed in an instant. Ronan pulled the hilt. Balzac shrugged his eyebrows as he saw the wind flying.
‘Fast.’
It was a pleasant sword that was bound to be recognized for its speed. But that was all. It's a very ordinary attack that's just a swing and a bell. I've just dodged the fight, but I can't if I just want to defend it. There was nothing..
‘It's disappointing. But I thought there was a lot of spleen..’
Ronan's screams were already good in his ears. Balzac smiled wryly and took a defensive position. Standing! La Mancha, literally digging into his armor, pointed to Balzac's neck and limbs. Passed..
“Oh?”
It did not take long to recognize what had happened. The pain of losing your mind at the same time that your vision rotates dizzyingly. Shut up. Balzac's mouth burst with a shriek that sounded like a mob..
“Big Ahaak!!”
Where to go Lost limbs rose into the air. Balzac's head fell to the floor. From beyond his lowered vision, Ronan's rapturous laughter was heard.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh! Balzac struggled. Take the quintessence of blood well..”
“Uh, how!”
“I'm not obliged to let you know that. I'm lying there thinking about spitting out some integer out of the three..”
Balzac looked at his limbs, which were strewn around him. It was impossible to be. The armor, woven with dense mana, was sliced as if it were tofu.
“Ofelia. 1 minute] Three!”
Ronan exclaimed to the bungling Ophelia. Certainly Balzac's armor was like rotting magic. The tight touch on the tip of the knife disproved that.
Of course, it was not Ronan who could cut Mana. He giggled vulgarly and mocked Balzac, who had become an asshole.
“If you're a good man, please be a good man. Like a ripe watermelon..”
“Big···Do you think you're going to get this way?···!”
Balzac shook his teeth. Thick blood rose all over his face. About 20 seconds had passed. Kwazik! On the neat cut surface of the body, four limbs grew like an explosion. Ronan's midriff crumpled..
“Fuck.”
Balzac's body picked up his head as he walked stumbling. The blood vessels that stretched down the cutting surface twitched like they were alive. There were.
He inserted his head into the original position without hesitation. The red line that bisected his neck snapped in an instant. oooooooooooooooooooooooo Balzac, turning his head to and fro, looked at Ronan and said.
“After the···after a Gogh Gogh, funny one···what can be found there?”
“I didn't expect this..”
“Anyway, it's my turn. Get ready..”
He did not feel a tremor in his voice as he regained his composure. It was ridiculous resilience. Even by the standards of vampires, amputation of limbs is from several hours to several days in reproduction Gurley was calumny..
“Ronan···.”
Ophelia's complexion was pale as a glacier. Ronan reassured her with a hand, and then returned to his place. I didn't feel the slack in Balzac's face as he took up his position.
“I won't belittle you anymore. Fake Jarodin. No, Ronan..”
“Damn it, do it fast..”
Balzac looked at Ophelia. She hesitated, chewing her lips, and intoned in a whisper.
“······Start.”
For a moment, a red, black aura sucked under Balzac's feet. The mana in the atmosphere dried up as if exhausted. There is darkness everywhere, and the beasts of shadow are everywhere. He made an appearance. Ronan laughed..
“This is a one-time hit, too.?”
“Even if it's torn, I'll fix it, so don't worry..”
Balzac reached out. The blood that flowed from his fingernails formed the form of a long long spear. Aimed at him..
All five are turning round and round Ronan's head. Sack. IT WAS A HUGE SOLDIER WITH A LENGTH OF 3 METERS..
Perfect! Balzac bounced his fingers. As the beasts ran fiercely, a spear of blood poured down. Ronan pulled the hilt..
“Yeah, let's go until we go..”
Ronan lowered his posture and fired a transverse shot. Two shadow wolf heads soared into the air. Ronan, who handled three more, rolled himself to the side. Kwang! The front paws of the shadow bear, which had been inundated from right behind him, pulled down the spot where he was.
When I cut the bear down and looked up, the red chang window came up to my eyes. There was. Ronan, who saw the long window flying through the beasts, was swearing. I spit it out..
“Damn it..”
Standing! Ronan took a short turn and cut off the bloody spear. Immediately, the leaping beasts surrounded Ronan. He swung his arm wide and shot his sword. The shape of the wild Beasts has been broken down and there has been a gap..
But there was no time to take a breath. Two sacks of Jang Chang, wheeling through the air, flew in to fill the gap.. If you look and judge, it's late. La Mancha, stretched by instinct, ended the long window vertically.
‘It's similar to that time..’
Ronan recalled his affair with Ahayute. The spear of light shot by the bald head blew one battalion away in a blow. The demons from the place where the feathers fell, the Templars as a single person I pushed him..
Ronan was able to reach Ahayute only after he had cut it all down. Trampling on the bodies of his sacrificed colleagues in the path..
Compared to the time, it was the same level of child mischief. But the flesh, which had not yet been laid, was holding his ankles.
Standing. Ronan grinds a shadow lion that halques his thighs Abandoned. It was a deep wound, but no pain was felt. Feeling the gradually sharpening spirit, Ronan swung his sword like a dance. Balzac, watching, shed his heartfelt admiration.
“That's amazing..”
I seemed to know why I proposed such a format bet. It was a much better test than he thought. A hundred wild beasts are slashing at unbelievable speed. There were.
“But···it's still immature..”
Balzac shook his head. His 'strike' was still in progress. The simple rule of sending and receiving attacks alternately once and for all It was a judgment aimed at blind spots..
When he signaled with a hand, all the remaining beasts rushed to Ronan.. Then his figure disappeared among the beasts. Ofelia, noticing what was going to happen, cried out like a scream.
“Don't do it.!”
Balzac ignored Ophelia, flipping his fingers. A thick shield blocked him and Ophelia's front..
-Big, big, big, big.!
-That's a billion.!
The bodies of the beasts began to swell like balloons. The spears that still remained pierced the beasts at the same time. KWAAAAANG! A great explosion of blood and shadows engulfed the banquet hall. Sighs flowed from the mouth of the hardened Ophelia.
“Ah * * * Ah···.”
“I'll finish my attack with this..”
It was not an explosion that could survive. The shield disappeared. The view of the banquet hall, which was not destroyed, was visible. The foggy dust covered the field of view. How many seconds have passed? The sound of a slow cough rang out in the smokescreen.
“Coolac.”
“······!”
The eyes of the two vampires grew larger. Unstable footsteps were approaching. Balzac laughed at Ronan's appearance, which was soon revealed.
“You're holding this up..”
“Kuck, Huck, I almost got rid of you, you bastard.···.”
Ronan's molar bone was like a rag dipped in blood. There was blood streaming from my wounds all over my body..
However, there were no fatal injuries, such as where they were cut or cut. I had a similar experience twice, so it was possible.
One time before Ahayute, the other time before authentic It was Schlieffen's storm sword that was struck. When the flying Sita used healing magic, most of the wounds were without a trace. It's gone..
“Cheeks!”
“Thank you, Sita. Hoo, I think I'm gonna live a little longer..”
“What * * * Recovering with the help of others···!”
“You didn't say no to the contract..”
Balzac twisted his lips. It was an obvious misjudgment that Ronan thought he was immature. He also dug into the blind spots of the contract. It's much craftier than Balzac, too. Ronan, stretching, raised his mouth to one side.
“So now it's my turn..”
Ronan grabbed La Mancha. The frozen Ophelia signaled closer. Balzac exclaimed in an angry voice.
“Do you think you're going to get hit twice?!”
At that moment, Ronan's figure disappeared from view. The blood-drunk La Mancha's strike is much faster and sharper than it was before It was flying..
Balzac's body, on the other hand, was heavier. It was to blame for running out of blood on regeneration and zap. He tried to absorb the blood and mana that remained around.
“Well···?”
But something was strange. It's clear that the Shadow Beasts and the Changchang explode and have to be littered with blood. I didn't feel Mana..
Then Balzac's gaze turned to the monster behind Ronan. Sita's body with its wings wide open sucked all the blood and mana nearby. There was. Sita, with her eyes on him, looked up..
“Cheeks.?”
“Oh, my god, dirty.···!”
It was a rigged match in the first place. As soon as I realized it, Ronan's shock poured in..
La Mancha, who has torn his armor again, is red over his defenseless body Dozens of lines made strokes. Ronan's voice rang out in a rapidly blurred vision.
“I'm sorry. He's the one who didn't learn..”
Balzac's consciousness was lost..
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