Chapter 75
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Kim Sungchul stood in front of Marrakech.
And said, arm armazes on the shoulders.
“I heard that it was a god class, but not a god.”
“…. What do you want? ”
Marakia said with a tired face, wiping off the blood on her beak.
Kim Sungchul Reached King Joinin with indifferent eyes and reached out his hand.
The crown of King Nahaq is said to have enormous magical power.
That was the only reason that Kim Sung-chul did not tear Marakia right away.
Marakia, however, had a face called Geumsimunmun.
“The king of Nahaq does not wear a crown. Because color of feather is mark of nobility soon. And. ”
Marakia, who had recovered to some extent, quickly memorized the spell.
Then a square of mysterious defenses spread around him.
Inside the barrier, Maracaia laughed loudly.
“Khahahahahaha! I have already noticed that your attack is a unilateral attack. You will never destroy this wall as long as my infinite magic is sustained! ”
Kim Sungchul lifted the arm and hit the barrier for the test.
Vibration and strike reverberation were not felt, but his hammer did not go one step further in front of the magic barrier.
Kim Seong-cheol’s Soul Engraving – The Eye of Truth was triggered and he could identify the identity of the barrier.
‘This is a defensive technique that invalidates all physical attacks. It lasts for as long as the drinker wants. ‘
What a perfect defense.
But you can’t make a perfect spell unless you are a god.
Marakia’s defensive formula had to put deadly constraints on the defensive formula in exchange for persisting all physical attacks as desired.
Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes of the truth looked through the constraints.
‘That barrier nullifies all physical attacks, but in return he is subject to constraints that multiply the damage of magic attacks.’
In other words, even the most insignificant magic is transformed into a terrible magic attack the moment it passes through the barrier.
That’s a constraint Maracaia places on his own liquor.
The greater the constraint, the stronger the power of the spell.
Maracaia used the same method.
A year ago, the same method might have worked.
Kim Sungchul, however, has had a similar situation and has been trying to find the law.
Now is the time to test the fruits of that effort.
Kim Sungchul put the hammer down and stretched his fingers.
The magic circle flashed momentarily at the tip of his finger.
Marakia’s purple eyes saw a big circle.
‘This guy. Can I use magic? ‘
The next moment, at the tip of Kim’s finger, a ray of light burst toward Maracaia beyond the barrier.
The ray of light was just plugged into Marrakech.
Marakia covered his body with one of his wings to protect his place from Glare’s flash.
A terrible pain went over the whole body, causing the bone to go away.
A barrier that amplifies the damage of magic attacks.
Abundant mana overflowing around.
One weakens himself and the other strengthens the enemy.
But Marrakech is Marrakech.
Marakia, the king of mortality, judged the situation calmly even in a desperate situation.
‘This horse’s horsepower is terrible. The lower rank of the magic hierarchy is only three classes. I feel as though I’m dying, but I don’t really die. ‘
Kim Sung-chul’s magic attack as he thought it was tinged but not life-threatening.
The reason is Maracaia’s strong magic resistance.
Normally, wizards have magic resistance as strong as strong magic.
Marrakech is no exception.
His magic resistance was close to 600 units of the transcendental wall.
Even a bit of magic, orthodoxy is not enough to scratch the level.
Perhaps if Kim Seong-chul was spelled outside the barrier and on the ground, not in the underground labyrinth, the resistance of his whole body before the magic reached would have negated the magic.
Since it’s inside the barrier, and inside the underground labyrinth filled with magic, it’s going to suffer this much damage.
However, the damage that Marakia does not die.
He focused his mind on the bodies of Mimi Azrael and Homunculus, who were broken in the corners.
The dark energy of the place where the glare of Kim Sung-chul burned and the wound quickly healed.
‘If they didn’t have first aid with those two animals, it might have been really dangerous.’
Kim Seong-chul, outside the barrier, successively poured glare.
Each time Maracaia felt intense pain, but his wounds were healed with dark energy at that time.
Kim Sungchul I felt annoyed.
‘This guy. You have restored the Magic Finger. ‘
Kim Sungchul When I lifted my wings, I felt that one of the pillars holding up Maracaia’s magic system had collapsed.
It was recovered by eating Mimi Azrael and Homunculus.
“Why did you just watch him eat that poor Homunculus and the naughty girl?”
Bertelgia, protruding out of his pocket, said bluntly.
Kim Sungchul said with a sigh.
“I wanted to see the possibilities.”
Kim Sungchul did not answer.
Instead, he cast Glare several times around the unfolding barrier of Marrakech.
Marakia spit out a painful moan at that time, but as time passed, he regained his lost confidence and scorned mockery at Kim Sung-cheol.
“Your body is marvelous, but its magic is poor. How long can there be abundant mana, how long can the magic of the four of you scramble your magic? ”
That makes sense.
Kim Seong-chul was also thinking about that.
And I knew the answer.
He took a sleeping bag out of the soul store and laid it on the white bone.
Maracaia, who doesn’t know what a sleeping bag is, bewildered for a while and noticed its intention when she saw Kim Seong-cheol lying comfortably on the sleeping bag.
‘No way! This human…
His sinister guess soon became reality.
Kim Sungchul, lying down, spoke in a calm voice.
“It’s okay. I have a lot of time. Get some rest and knock again. ”
Maracaia felt that way.
That ignorant force will never give up until he gets something from himself.
“I have no crown. But if you can give anything other than the crown, you want to trade. What do you want me to do? Human being. ”
Kim Seong-cheol, who was lying on his back, turned his head.
He stared at Marakia with a cautious look.
“Yes. There’s one nasty guy just like you. The level will probably be similar to you. I’m going to kill him with magic. ”
“Are you asking for my magic?”
“Anything is good. Horsepower or artifacts. I will accept anything that I can understand. ”
Kim Sungchul said and turned away.
Maracaia was deeply thoughtful with his beak shut.
What can be understood.
The weight of the horse weighed on Maracaia.
The human beings in front of them are strong enough to face.
How much will it cost to convince such one?
Marakia, thinking again and again, came to a shocking and choking conclusion.
‘No way. This human. Do you want my horsepower itself? ‘
That is, the transition of stats.
The question as to whether the man wanted it came to mind.
There are two ways in which a person in a world can pass his stats to another person.
One is through quests.
However, the promise of the quest itself is to be approved by the gods, inevitably requires a long time and the ability to give is limited.
You can raise the upper limit by creating a feat that is the quest’s superior, or by placing stats in the form of gambling through quests, but it won’t take Kim’s castle.
Another way is to pass the convincing enough stats.
The method using the network of the soul (亡 骸).
However, there are essential prerequisites for this method.
It is the death of the one who wants to pass stats.
The perversion of the soul is completed by the strong will, aspiration, and death of the one who wants to inherit stats.
And it is regarded as the greatest legacy that a character in the world can pass on to a later generation.
Even if the ability to hand over to the soul’s perdition is less than a tenth of the power of the dead, it is hard to raise even one in the world of the powerful beyond the superman. This is a huge benefit.
However, as mentioned above, the method presupposes the death of the successor.
It is a condition that cannot be accepted by Marrakech.
‘Do you think you’ll hand over the soul to a lower creature like you who is not my child?’
No, no child will be handed over.
Marakia thought so and settled in the barrier.
‘Once he heals the wound inside. Until the wings are regenerated. When the wings are regenerated, it will somehow look the way. human. It shows that time is not just on your side. ‘
At that time, something dark grew at the very edge of his vision.
A constantly flowing green monster with the head of Join.
‘Why is that damned monster in my kingdom? It also takes the form of Nahaq. That’s strange. Our kingdom has no contact with the ancient gods. ‘
The depths of the abyss dig a white bone covering the ground and pull out a corpse.
Willie Gilford’s body.
Abyss Hell lifted Willy Gilford’s body, and opened his mouth to swallow his massive body.
Unbelievably unrealistic with his eyes open, Maracaia felt creepy on his body.
After a short time, Kim Sungchul got up on the sleeping bag.
Kim Sungchul, who took some rest, cast Glare without notice.
Marakia endured the attack of Kim Seong-chul and kept himself desperate.
After a short workshop, Kim Sungchul realized that there was no progress.
‘You have to bring a decker. No, he is so weak. It may be destroyed by mental attacks before even using magic. ‘
Kim Sungchul I thought and talked to a square friend who always carries me.
“Huh? What are you doing to this Bertelgia? Terrible uncle. ”
“Is there a way to change things now?”
Marakia, crouching in the barrier, looked up and stared at Bertelgia as he flew behind Kim Seong-chul.
‘That’s a living book. But wait. Looks like he’s not a normal living book. Weak, but I can feel the energy of life and the soul. ‘
Maracaia’s eyes came to mind.
Meanwhile, Bertelgia’s voice was heard.
“Um… Are you hitting it with a hammer? The power of the new head is not infinite, so it will break someday if I hit it. ”
Marakia blocked Bertelgia’s words.
“Does that work for me? My horsepower is infinite. ”
Bertelgia shook his eyes around Kim Seong-chul as if Maracaia was pathetic.
“The power of this uncle is infinite.”
Kim Seong-chul picked up the arm karazu again.
Amazed at the eyes of Marrakech.
‘Sucking like this.’
Bertelgia’s words were justification.
His horse is said to be infinite in words, but at the cost of the lives of hundreds of thousands of cave elves and clan.
But what about that man?
I don’t know where he got the power, but one hammer in one of his hammers had the power of God.
What if you fight infinity versus infinity against him?
Marakia knew better than anyone who would win.
Kim Seong-chul stood in front of the barrier with a hammer.
Marakia’s eyes widened.
But in front of the barrier, Kim Sungchul put down his arms.
“No, I think it’s better to use another method.”
Kim Sungchul himself wanted to surrender that joining king in a way other than power.
Marakia had to manage her facial expressions with all her strength.
But his crisis is not over yet.
Kim Sungchul, who lay down the hammer, opened his mouth looking at Bertelgia.
“Bertelgia. Is there a way to strengthen my magic with your alchemy knowledge? ”
Bertelgia responded vigorously by rotating the sky.
Maracia felt an eager desire to fly around and tear up the sneakest book.
Apart from his wishes, Bertelgia’s mouth never rested.
“What do you want to drink and sprinkle?”
“Doping. I don’t really like to drink something personally and get stronger temporarily. I am not weak. ”
“Then what about sowing?”
“Is this a kind of item that weakens the enemy’s magic resistance?”
“No. Powder that amplifies the power of magic. ”
“I don’t look good after listening to explanations.”
“What excuse me ?! The seven heroes you like are always popular enough to be found in my dad’s shop! ”
Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes flashed.
I don’t like the old way, but the story is different if Chil-woong wrote it.
Kim Sungchul I asked something in a slightly different voice, feeling something going wrong.
It is one of the decisive problems of alchemy.
No matter how good an alchemist is, if he doesn’t have the ingredients, he becomes a barley bag.
Fortunately, this time it did not seem to be such a problem.
Bertelgia fluttered over the bookshelf as it flew over Kim’s head.
“Not all the ingredients are there, but the essential ones are here and there. Huh. The ones that shine upon your head. ”
Kim Sungchul looked up and looked up.
Above his head, the ceiling of the Underworld Kingdom was encrusted with jewels of green light that shine like stars in the sky.
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Kim Sungchul stood in front of Marrakech.
And said, arm armazes on the shoulders.
“I heard that it was a god class, but not a god.”
“…. What do you want? ”
Marakia said with a tired face, wiping off the blood on her beak.
Kim Sungchul Reached King Joinin with indifferent eyes and reached out his hand.
The crown of King Nahaq is said to have enormous magical power.
That was the only reason that Kim Sung-chul did not tear Marakia right away.
Marakia, however, had a face called Geumsimunmun.
“The king of Nahaq does not wear a crown. Because color of feather is mark of nobility soon. And. ”
Marakia, who had recovered to some extent, quickly memorized the spell.
Then a square of mysterious defenses spread around him.
Inside the barrier, Maracaia laughed loudly.
“Khahahahahaha! I have already noticed that your attack is a unilateral attack. You will never destroy this wall as long as my infinite magic is sustained! ”
Kim Sungchul lifted the arm and hit the barrier for the test.
Vibration and strike reverberation were not felt, but his hammer did not go one step further in front of the magic barrier.
Kim Seong-cheol’s Soul Engraving – The Eye of Truth was triggered and he could identify the identity of the barrier.
‘This is a defensive technique that invalidates all physical attacks. It lasts for as long as the drinker wants. ‘
What a perfect defense.
But you can’t make a perfect spell unless you are a god.
Marakia’s defensive formula had to put deadly constraints on the defensive formula in exchange for persisting all physical attacks as desired.
Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes of the truth looked through the constraints.
‘That barrier nullifies all physical attacks, but in return he is subject to constraints that multiply the damage of magic attacks.’
In other words, even the most insignificant magic is transformed into a terrible magic attack the moment it passes through the barrier.
That’s a constraint Maracaia places on his own liquor.
The greater the constraint, the stronger the power of the spell.
Maracaia used the same method.
A year ago, the same method might have worked.
Kim Sungchul, however, has had a similar situation and has been trying to find the law.
Now is the time to test the fruits of that effort.
Kim Sungchul put the hammer down and stretched his fingers.
The magic circle flashed momentarily at the tip of his finger.
Marakia’s purple eyes saw a big circle.
‘This guy. Can I use magic? ‘
The next moment, at the tip of Kim’s finger, a ray of light burst toward Maracaia beyond the barrier.
The ray of light was just plugged into Marrakech.
Marakia covered his body with one of his wings to protect his place from Glare’s flash.
A terrible pain went over the whole body, causing the bone to go away.
A barrier that amplifies the damage of magic attacks.
Abundant mana overflowing around.
One weakens himself and the other strengthens the enemy.
But Marrakech is Marrakech.
Marakia, the king of mortality, judged the situation calmly even in a desperate situation.
‘This horse’s horsepower is terrible. The lower rank of the magic hierarchy is only three classes. I feel as though I’m dying, but I don’t really die. ‘
Kim Sung-chul’s magic attack as he thought it was tinged but not life-threatening.
The reason is Maracaia’s strong magic resistance.
Normally, wizards have magic resistance as strong as strong magic.
Marrakech is no exception.
His magic resistance was close to 600 units of the transcendental wall.
Even a bit of magic, orthodoxy is not enough to scratch the level.
Perhaps if Kim Seong-chul was spelled outside the barrier and on the ground, not in the underground labyrinth, the resistance of his whole body before the magic reached would have negated the magic.
Since it’s inside the barrier, and inside the underground labyrinth filled with magic, it’s going to suffer this much damage.
However, the damage that Marakia does not die.
He focused his mind on the bodies of Mimi Azrael and Homunculus, who were broken in the corners.
The dark energy of the place where the glare of Kim Sung-chul burned and the wound quickly healed.
‘If they didn’t have first aid with those two animals, it might have been really dangerous.’
Kim Seong-chul, outside the barrier, successively poured glare.
Each time Maracaia felt intense pain, but his wounds were healed with dark energy at that time.
Kim Sungchul I felt annoyed.
‘This guy. You have restored the Magic Finger. ‘
Kim Sungchul When I lifted my wings, I felt that one of the pillars holding up Maracaia’s magic system had collapsed.
It was recovered by eating Mimi Azrael and Homunculus.
“Why did you just watch him eat that poor Homunculus and the naughty girl?”
Bertelgia, protruding out of his pocket, said bluntly.
Kim Sungchul said with a sigh.
“I wanted to see the possibilities.”
Kim Sungchul did not answer.
Instead, he cast Glare several times around the unfolding barrier of Marrakech.
Marakia spit out a painful moan at that time, but as time passed, he regained his lost confidence and scorned mockery at Kim Sung-cheol.
“Your body is marvelous, but its magic is poor. How long can there be abundant mana, how long can the magic of the four of you scramble your magic? ”
That makes sense.
Kim Seong-chul was also thinking about that.
And I knew the answer.
He took a sleeping bag out of the soul store and laid it on the white bone.
Maracaia, who doesn’t know what a sleeping bag is, bewildered for a while and noticed its intention when she saw Kim Seong-cheol lying comfortably on the sleeping bag.
‘No way! This human…
His sinister guess soon became reality.
Kim Sungchul, lying down, spoke in a calm voice.
“It’s okay. I have a lot of time. Get some rest and knock again. ”
Maracaia felt that way.
That ignorant force will never give up until he gets something from himself.
“I have no crown. But if you can give anything other than the crown, you want to trade. What do you want me to do? Human being. ”
Kim Seong-cheol, who was lying on his back, turned his head.
He stared at Marakia with a cautious look.
“Yes. There’s one nasty guy just like you. The level will probably be similar to you. I’m going to kill him with magic. ”
“Are you asking for my magic?”
“Anything is good. Horsepower or artifacts. I will accept anything that I can understand. ”
Kim Sungchul said and turned away.
Maracaia was deeply thoughtful with his beak shut.
What can be understood.
The weight of the horse weighed on Maracaia.
The human beings in front of them are strong enough to face.
How much will it cost to convince such one?
Marakia, thinking again and again, came to a shocking and choking conclusion.
‘No way. This human. Do you want my horsepower itself? ‘
That is, the transition of stats.
The question as to whether the man wanted it came to mind.
There are two ways in which a person in a world can pass his stats to another person.
One is through quests.
However, the promise of the quest itself is to be approved by the gods, inevitably requires a long time and the ability to give is limited.
You can raise the upper limit by creating a feat that is the quest’s superior, or by placing stats in the form of gambling through quests, but it won’t take Kim’s castle.
Another way is to pass the convincing enough stats.
The method using the network of the soul (亡 骸).
However, there are essential prerequisites for this method.
It is the death of the one who wants to pass stats.
The perversion of the soul is completed by the strong will, aspiration, and death of the one who wants to inherit stats.
And it is regarded as the greatest legacy that a character in the world can pass on to a later generation.
Even if the ability to hand over to the soul’s perdition is less than a tenth of the power of the dead, it is hard to raise even one in the world of the powerful beyond the superman. This is a huge benefit.
However, as mentioned above, the method presupposes the death of the successor.
It is a condition that cannot be accepted by Marrakech.
‘Do you think you’ll hand over the soul to a lower creature like you who is not my child?’
No, no child will be handed over.
Marakia thought so and settled in the barrier.
‘Once he heals the wound inside. Until the wings are regenerated. When the wings are regenerated, it will somehow look the way. human. It shows that time is not just on your side. ‘
At that time, something dark grew at the very edge of his vision.
A constantly flowing green monster with the head of Join.
‘Why is that damned monster in my kingdom? It also takes the form of Nahaq. That’s strange. Our kingdom has no contact with the ancient gods. ‘
The depths of the abyss dig a white bone covering the ground and pull out a corpse.
Willie Gilford’s body.
Abyss Hell lifted Willy Gilford’s body, and opened his mouth to swallow his massive body.
Unbelievably unrealistic with his eyes open, Maracaia felt creepy on his body.
After a short time, Kim Sungchul got up on the sleeping bag.
Kim Sungchul, who took some rest, cast Glare without notice.
Marakia endured the attack of Kim Seong-chul and kept himself desperate.
After a short workshop, Kim Sungchul realized that there was no progress.
‘You have to bring a decker. No, he is so weak. It may be destroyed by mental attacks before even using magic. ‘
Kim Sungchul I thought and talked to a square friend who always carries me.
“Huh? What are you doing to this Bertelgia? Terrible uncle. ”
“Is there a way to change things now?”
Marakia, crouching in the barrier, looked up and stared at Bertelgia as he flew behind Kim Seong-chul.
‘That’s a living book. But wait. Looks like he’s not a normal living book. Weak, but I can feel the energy of life and the soul. ‘
Maracaia’s eyes came to mind.
Meanwhile, Bertelgia’s voice was heard.
“Um… Are you hitting it with a hammer? The power of the new head is not infinite, so it will break someday if I hit it. ”
Marakia blocked Bertelgia’s words.
“Does that work for me? My horsepower is infinite. ”
Bertelgia shook his eyes around Kim Seong-chul as if Maracaia was pathetic.
“The power of this uncle is infinite.”
Kim Seong-chul picked up the arm karazu again.
Amazed at the eyes of Marrakech.
‘Sucking like this.’
Bertelgia’s words were justification.
His horse is said to be infinite in words, but at the cost of the lives of hundreds of thousands of cave elves and clan.
But what about that man?
I don’t know where he got the power, but one hammer in one of his hammers had the power of God.
What if you fight infinity versus infinity against him?
Marakia knew better than anyone who would win.
Kim Seong-chul stood in front of the barrier with a hammer.
Marakia’s eyes widened.
But in front of the barrier, Kim Sungchul put down his arms.
“No, I think it’s better to use another method.”
Kim Sungchul himself wanted to surrender that joining king in a way other than power.
Marakia had to manage her facial expressions with all her strength.
But his crisis is not over yet.
Kim Sungchul, who lay down the hammer, opened his mouth looking at Bertelgia.
“Bertelgia. Is there a way to strengthen my magic with your alchemy knowledge? ”
Bertelgia responded vigorously by rotating the sky.
Maracia felt an eager desire to fly around and tear up the sneakest book.
Apart from his wishes, Bertelgia’s mouth never rested.
“What do you want to drink and sprinkle?”
“Doping. I don’t really like to drink something personally and get stronger temporarily. I am not weak. ”
“Then what about sowing?”
“Is this a kind of item that weakens the enemy’s magic resistance?”
“No. Powder that amplifies the power of magic. ”
“I don’t look good after listening to explanations.”
“What excuse me ?! The seven heroes you like are always popular enough to be found in my dad’s shop! ”
Kim Seong-cheol’s eyes flashed.
I don’t like the old way, but the story is different if Chil-woong wrote it.
Kim Sungchul I asked something in a slightly different voice, feeling something going wrong.
It is one of the decisive problems of alchemy.
No matter how good an alchemist is, if he doesn’t have the ingredients, he becomes a barley bag.
Fortunately, this time it did not seem to be such a problem.
Bertelgia fluttered over the bookshelf as it flew over Kim’s head.
“Not all the ingredients are there, but the essential ones are here and there. Huh. The ones that shine upon your head. ”
Kim Sungchul looked up and looked up.
Above his head, the ceiling of the Underworld Kingdom was encrusted with jewels of green light that shine like stars in the sky.
Kim Sungchul stood in front of Marrakech. And said, arm armazes on the shoulders. I heard that it was a god class, but not a god. . What do you want? Marakia said with a tired face, wiping off the blood on her beak. Kim Sungchul Reached King Joinin with indifferent eyes and reached out his hand. The crown of King Nahaq is said to have enormous magical power. That was the only reason that Kim Sung-chul did not tear Marakia right away. Marakia, however, had a face called Geumsimunmun. The king of Nahaq does not wear a crown. Because color of feather is mark of nobility soon. And. Marakia, who had recovered to some extent, quickly memorized the spell. Then a square of mysterious defenses spread around him. Inside the barrier, Maracaia laughed loudly. Khahahahahaha! I have already noticed that your attack is a unilateral attack. You will never destroy this wall as long as my infinite magic is sustained! Kim Sungchul lifted the arm and hit the barrier for the test. Vibration and strike reverberation were not felt, but his hammer did not go one step further in front of the magic barrier. Kim Seong-cheol's Soul Engraving The Eye of Truth was triggered and he could identify the identity of the barrier. This is a defensive technique that invalidates all physical attacks. It lasts for as long as the drinker wants. What a perfect defense. But you can't make a perfect spell unless you are a god. Marakia's defensive formula had to put deadly constraints on the defensive formula in exchange for persisting all physical attacks as desired. Kim Seong-cheol's eyes of the truth looked through the constraints. That barrier nullifies all physical attacks, but in return he is subject to constraints that multiply the damage of magic attacks.' In other words, even the most insignificant magic is transformed into a terrible magic attack the moment it passes through the barrier. That's a constraint Maracaia places on his own liquor. The greater the constraint, the stronger the power of the spell. Maracaia used the same method. A year ago, the same method might have worked. Kim Sungchul, however, has had a similar situation and has been trying to find the law. Now is the time to test the fruits of that effort. Kim Sungchul put the hammer down and stretched his fingers. The magic circle flashed momentarily at the tip of his finger. Marakia's purple eyes saw a big circle. This guy. Can I use magic? The next moment, at the tip of Kim's finger, a ray of light burst toward Maracaia beyond the barrier. The ray of light was just plugged into Marrakech. Marakia covered his body with one of his wings to protect his place from Glare's flash. A terrible pain went over the whole body, causing the bone to go away. A barrier that amplifies the damage of magic attacks. Abundant mana overflowing around. One weakens himself and the other strengthens the enemy. But Marrakech is Marrakech. Marakia, the king of mortality, judged the situation calmly even in a desperate situation. This horse's horsepower is terrible. The lower rank of the magic hierarchy is only three classes. I feel as though I'm dying, but I don't really die. Kim Sung-chul's magic attack as he thought it was tinged but not life-threatening. The reason is Maracaia's strong magic resistance. Normally, wizards have magic resistance as strong as strong magic. Marrakech is no exception. His magic resistance was close to 600 units of the transcendental wall. Even a bit of magic, orthodoxy is not enough to scratch the level. Perhaps if Kim Seong-chul was spelled outside the barrier and on the ground, not in the underground labyrinth, the resistance of his whole body before the magic reached would have negated the magic. Since it's inside the barrier, and inside the underground labyrinth filled with magic, it's going to suffer this much damage. However, the damage that Marakia does not die. He focused his mind on the bodies of Mimi Azrael and Homunculus, who were broken in the corners. The dark energy of the place where the glare of Kim Sung-chul burned and the wound quickly healed. If they didn't have first aid with those two animals, it might have been really dangerous.' Kim Seong-chul, outside the barrier, successively poured glare. Each time Maracaia felt intense pain, but his wounds were healed with dark energy at that time. Kim Sungchul I felt annoyed. This guy. You have restored the Magic Finger. Kim Sungchul When I lifted my wings, I felt that one of the pillars holding up Maracaia's magic system had collapsed. It was recovered by eating Mimi Azrael and Homunculus. Why did you just watch him eat that poor Homunculus and the naughty girl? Bertelgia, protruding out of his pocket, said bluntly. Kim Sungchul said with a sigh. I wanted to see the possibilities. Kim Sungchul did not answer. Instead, he cast Glare several times around the unfolding barrier of Marrakech. Marakia spit out a painful moan at that time, but as time passed, he regained his lost confidence and scorned mockery at Kim Sung-cheol. Your body is marvelous, but its magic is poor. How long can there be abundant mana, how long can the magic of the four of you scramble your magic? That makes sense. Kim Seong-chul was also thinking about that. And I knew the answer. He took a sleeping bag out of the soul store and laid it on the white bone. Maracaia, who doesn't know what a sleeping bag is, bewildered for a while and noticed its intention when she saw Kim Seong-cheol lying comfortably on the sleeping bag. No way! This human His sinister guess soon became reality. Kim Sungchul, lying down, spoke in a calm voice. It's okay. I have a lot of time. Get some rest and knock again. Maracaia felt that way. That ignorant force will never give up until he gets something from himself. I have no crown. But if you can give anything other than the crown, you want to trade. What do you want me to do? Human being. Kim Seong-cheol, who was lying on his back, turned his head. He stared at Marakia with a cautious look. Yes. There's one nasty guy just like you. The level will probably be similar to you. I'm going to kill him with magic. Are you asking for my magic? Anything is good. Horsepower or artifacts. I will accept anything that I can understand. Kim Sungchul said and turned away. Maracaia was deeply thoughtful with his beak shut. What can be understood. The weight of the horse weighed on Maracaia. The human beings in front of them are strong enough to face. How much will it cost to convince such one? Marakia, thinking again and again, came to a shocking and choking conclusion. No way. This human. Do you want my horsepower itself? That is, the transition of stats. The question as to whether the man wanted it came to mind. There are two ways in which a person in a world can pass his stats to another person. One is through quests. However, the promise of the quest itself is to be approved by the gods, inevitably requires a long time and the ability to give is limited. You can raise the upper limit by creating a feat that is the quest's superior, or by placing stats in the form of gambling through quests, but it won't take Kim's castle. Another way is to pass the convincing enough stats. The method using the network of the soul . However, there are essential prerequisites for this method. It is the death of the one who wants to pass stats. The perversion of the soul is completed by the strong will, aspiration, and death of the one who wants to inherit stats. And it is regarded as the greatest legacy that a character in the world can pass on to a later generation. Even if the ability to hand over to the soul's perdition is less than a tenth of the power of the dead, it is hard to raise even one in the world of the powerful beyond the superman. This is a huge benefit. However, as mentioned above, the method presupposes the death of the successor. It is a condition that cannot be accepted by Marrakech. Do you think you'll hand over the soul to a lower creature like you who is not my child?' No, no child will be handed over. Marakia thought so and settled in the barrier. Once he heals the wound inside. Until the wings are regenerated. When the wings are regenerated, it will somehow look the way. human. It shows that time is not just on your side. At that time, something dark grew at the very edge of his vision. A constantly flowing green monster with the head of Join. Why is that damned monster in my kingdom? It also takes the form of Nahaq. That's strange. Our kingdom has no contact with the ancient gods. The depths of the abyss dig a white bone covering the ground and pull out a corpse. Willie Gilford's body. Abyss Hell lifted Willy Gilford's body, and opened his mouth to swallow his massive body. Unbelievably unrealistic with his eyes open, Maracaia felt creepy on his body. After a short time, Kim Sungchul got up on the sleeping bag. Kim Sungchul, who took some rest, cast Glare without notice. Marakia endured the attack of Kim Seong-chul and kept himself desperate. After a short workshop, Kim Sungchul realized that there was no progress. You have to bring a decker. No, he is so weak. It may be destroyed by mental attacks before even using magic. Kim Sungchul I thought and talked to a square friend who always carries me. Huh? What are you doing to this Bertelgia? Terrible uncle. Is there a way to change things now? Marakia, crouching in the barrier, looked up and stared at Bertelgia as he flew behind Kim Seong-chul. That's a living book. But wait. Looks like he's not a normal living book. Weak, but I can feel the energy of life and the soul. Maracaia's eyes came to mind. Meanwhile, Bertelgia's voice was heard. Um Are you hitting it with a hammer? The power of the new head is not infinite, so it will break someday if I hit it. Marakia blocked Bertelgia's words. Does that work for me? My horsepower is infinite. Bertelgia shook his eyes around Kim Seong-chul as if Maracaia was pathetic. The power of this uncle is infinite. Kim Seong-chul picked up the arm karazu again. Amazed at the eyes of Marrakech. Sucking like this.' Bertelgia's words were justification. His horse is said to be infinite in words, but at the cost of the lives of hundreds of thousands of cave elves and clan. But what about that man? I don't know where he got the power, but one hammer in one of his hammers had the power of God. What if you fight infinity versus infinity against him? Marakia knew better than anyone who would win. Kim Seong-chul stood in front of the barrier with a hammer. Marakia's eyes widened. But in front of the barrier, Kim Sungchul put down his arms. No, I think it's better to use another method. Kim Sungchul himself wanted to surrender that joining king in a way other than power. Marakia had to manage her facial expressions with all her strength. But his crisis is not over yet. Kim Sungchul, who lay down the hammer, opened his mouth looking at Bertelgia. Bertelgia. Is there a way to strengthen my magic with your alchemy knowledge? Bertelgia responded vigorously by rotating the sky. Maracia felt an eager desire to fly around and tear up the sneakest book. Apart from his wishes, Bertelgia's mouth never rested. What do you want to drink and sprinkle? Doping. I don't really like to drink something personally and get stronger temporarily. I am not weak. Then what about sowing? Is this a kind of item that weakens the enemy's magic resistance? No. Powder that amplifies the power of magic. I don't look good after listening to explanations. What excuse me ?! The seven heroes you like are always popular enough to be found in my dad's shop! Kim Seong-cheol's eyes flashed. I don't like the old way, but the story is different if Chil-woong wrote it. Kim Sungchul I asked something in a slightly different voice, feeling something going wrong. It is one of the decisive problems of alchemy. No matter how good an alchemist is, if he doesn't have the ingredients, he becomes a barley bag. Fortunately, this time it did not seem to be such a problem. Bertelgia fluttered over the bookshelf as it flew over Kim's head. Not all the ingredients are there, but the essential ones are here and there. Huh. The ones that shine upon your head. Kim Sungchul looked up and looked up. Above his head, the ceiling of the Underworld Kingdom was encrusted with jewels of green light that shine like stars in the sky.
