OBS Chapter 780
Chapter 780
episode 780: stolen heirlooms (2)
as soon as they came out, they were greeted by people in familiar robes.
a snake-shaped thread embroidered on the chest.
that undoubtedly meant that he was a combatant in the black room.
on the floor, even the children of the association were trampled flat, but as soon as they came out of the ruins, they could see this scene, so they must have been waiting in advance.
“that’s an interesting greeting.”
“please save me!”
“saint! please save me!”
life is raining down at the screams of his children.
it is the mindset that if you do something stupid, you will be killed as it is.
the robe that stood out with golden thread opened its mouth.
“as i’ve heard, you’re in pretty good shape. only then will nobu be able to step in. cluck.”
it’s an old voice that splits into two or three.
however, because there was some unknown subtlety in it, he was a person who could never be ignored.
ray sighed.
“you’re proud of the subject of having a lot of things under you.”
“hey, look at this gore-like bastard? don’t you have any parents?”
“stop the bullshit and talk about your business first.”
“a man with no manners. hand over the things you brought out of it. then i’ll release these guys.”
ray glanced at his children.
i wondered if they could escape on their own, but considering their skills, it was impossible to be reborn a hundred times.
however, it is not what he wants either to disregard the lives of those taken hostage and protect heirlooms.
‘when there is no receiver.’
the timing was bad.
no, maybe this was also the opportunity heukbang was aiming for.
it is an heirloom that was obtained after a long time, but it cannot be exchanged for a person’s life.
ray pulled out a pocket containing the heirloom from his bosom and threw it away.
the old man who received it, which was full of divine power, shook his sleeves.
then, the divine power, which was not completely hidden even in the special pouch made by the holy kingdom, disappeared as if it had never happened.
the old man who took care of things laughed.
“the more you embrace power or people, the more you have to lose. it is your mistake that you have not yet realized that the more you have, the weaker you become.”
the old man suddenly disappeared into the forest, leaving behind a meaningful message.
it was so thin that it felt like fog even though i was looking at it with my own eyes.
if you simply look at the stealth ability, the old man was already far beyond the guards.
when he was completely gone, the men in black who were stepping on his children lowered their swords.
slow-!
chow ah-!
“kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
there was no time to stop.
those who accurately cut the vital points, without saying who came first, bit off their dogma and collapsed as they were.
in an instant, the entrance to the ruins turned into a mess with the corpses of black men and their sons.
ray immediately kicked the ground.
i thought i would be able to catch it if i thought of the old man’s steps, but it was in vain.
it has already disappeared without leaving even the slightest trace.
it was good to say that there was no way to find it now that a person of that level had decided and wanted to hide.
i opened my eyes and cut my nose.
heirlooms were stolen and more than ten children lost their lives.
coincidentally, count cerian’s banquet hasn’t ended yet, so i see some nobles who have heard of the current uproar and come.
the shocked nobles, covering their mouths, approached in a month.
“k klanes! how did it happen!”
“what is this all about?”
the one who hugs the corpse of a relative and cries.
the one who looks around to figure out the situation.
the hall went into a panic.
levia and the security guard who came late were also embarrassed.
“get the wounded!”
“yes yes!”
blood leaks into the quiet cave where the only sound of dripping water is.
the carelessly scattered pebbles and tree branches speak for themselves.
a magical prayer passed down from generation to generation by the elders of the elves.
it is obviously an absolute defense magic, but it is a cruel magic that only the person who uses it is not protected.
when the caster dies, the magic also disappears, so it was common for two elders to use it in pairs.
he didn’t say anything, but it didn’t take long to understand the situation.
ira took her in her arms.
was it already approaching the limit?
the moment the touch touched, the magic disappeared and the elder collapsed as it was.
the body temperature of the child wrapped in his arms felt colder than the raindrops falling from the sky.
that made her even more sad.
“i tried. good job. great job.”
“ara... sir...”
aira brought her hand to the chest of the elf who was coughing up blood.
“okay. now... leave everything to me.”
whoops-!
her will to wish for a warm death.
the elf woman began to annihilate everything.
the back that was like a rag disappears, and the severed arm disappears.
even at the end, when the sad and pensive face quietly disappeared.
ira was able to stand up from her seat.
when i raised my head, a polite human was standing with a sword.
“i finally met you.”
“since you killed my child, don’t think that you can die gracefully.”
“funny. i hope you are as strong as i imagined.”
the man burst into the room with a smile on his face.
aira, who was still looking at him while soaked in rain, raised her finger.
puppy-!
the man’s right arm, which was about to swing the knife, burst open.
skin muscle blood vessels and bones.
the man fell to the ground as everything shattered and scattered like shards of glass.
“quaaaaagh!”
puppy-!
as i screamed in unimaginable pain, my tongue and gums burst this time.
she approached the man howling like a beast.
then he tried to take something out of his pocket with difficulty, but when he moved his gaze, there was something like a round medicine.
the moment he tried to eat it with his remaining left hand, he exploded arbitrarily.
“cure.”
the wound started to heal.
aira picked up the sword that had fallen on the ground and threw it at the man.
as he received the sword with his free left arm, aira just stared at it in silence.
i didn’t have the courage to try again.
with one gesture, his right arm flew off.
the opponent has a different level of strength.
the man whose desire to live preceded him let go of his sword and turned around and ran away.
puppy-!
then, this time, below the knee disappeared.
cheolpudduk-!
as the man who fell head first into the ground struggled with the pain he felt in his leg, aira approached and handed him a sword.
“cure.”
the blood stopped.
he had no legs, so he couldn’t even run away.
with only his left hand left, all he could do was swing his sword a few times.
fear of death.
the desire not to suffer gave birth to fear.
an emotionless voice squeezed from aira’s lips, which seemed to be no longer open.
“struggling. i will enjoy it as you did.”