Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

Grimudo Climax (3)

In the meantime, many civilizations have come and gone in the cycle.

The way they used their magic was different each time, but the way they were born in one era was not passed on to the next. Even if it was transmitted, if the cycle was repeated, it had no choice but to be put into practice.

At the beginning of each era, talented people springed up like a fountain, and geniuses like Kira Castle gathered to create their own spirit of the times.

Only one lore has succeeded in all these eras, and that is the most powerful source that made the great scholar Gelier the primordial demon king.

Pot!

As if his cheek had been cut by something, blood lines were drawn and blood gushed out. But there is neither the spirit nor the spirit to feel the pain. Urinelle leaned on the holy sword and took a step towards it.

“Wow…!”

Zeng!

Urinell and the holy sword screamed at the same time. Why don’t you jump right in and cut the Demon King?

The moment they took one step toward Grimudo, the overwhelming pressure pushed them away. It was as if he was lying in the deep sea and bearing the weight of the sea with his whole body. Magical power transformed into pure pressure, acting as a pressure beyond imagination.

How would you feel if you were walking alone in a typhoon? He looked around and there was no one to rely on, and if he made even the slightest mistake, he seemed to be thrown over the mountain range. Far from fighting, even approaching him was a series of difficulties.

‘This is… what the hell… what kind of technology is this?’

Close your mouth and move your feet forward. Relieve the pressure by lowering the posture as much as possible, and proceed one step at a time. This is called balkyung, and it is a method of inflicting damage to the opponent using magical power. It is a method of using magical power that has been popular for a long time since this era.

If you put it in your palm, it becomes a long wind, and if you put it in your fist, it becomes a gwongeuk. When you put it on the sword, it becomes the pressure of the sword and emits a sharp force that cuts everything it touches.

It was difficult to overcome Grimudo’s long wind, even though he was resisting with a strong magical force all over his body. Not to mention she was made of flesh and blood, even the holy sword, the crystal of pure divineness, spit out a bursting sound. It was really painful to feel the pressure as if the whole mountain was pressing on him.

“Magic strength is a very good idea. But don’t you think there’s never been a technology comparable to that before?”

With the palm outstretched toward Urinell, the Demon King aimed his sword this time.

The sharp pressure of the sword struck Yurinelle with a sound as if it would tear the eardrum. He swung his holy sword to cut its sharpness, but blood dripped from his ears, and his sleeves were damp with blood. My arm was sore and sore. There was no strength in the hand holding the sword as if even the tendon had been cut.

“The possibilities of magic are endless. It is the same thing that can be done with magic. If doing something like that is only to create magical power, then it wouldn’t be unfair for you to be pushed here by me.”

Connecting the tendons with the sacred power of the Holy Sword, the moment he thought he had somehow come close to the Demon King, he stomped his feet. Then his head went blank, and blood spurted from his mouth.

It was as if a mace as heavy as Taesan had struck him and blown it away. Without a bird or a way to resist, Urinelle flew away and crashed into the ground. Smoke rose from the holy sword as well. It was then that she realized what had happened to her.

Earlier, it was the shock wave that erased Parnell’s magic from the ground. This shock wave is also one of the uses of magical power that is different from Balkyung and Magical Strength.

It is still a technique from the previous era, and it was put into practice in the midst of a cycle. It can’t be used for multiple purposes like a magical powerhouse, but it’s destructive power is just as bad as it gets.

So that Grimudo looks like he’s alone, but he’s not alone. It was as if all the civilizations of the past were standing behind him and giving the demon king power.

How many talented people have been born and died during that time? How many achievements did they create and discover?

If you steadily gather that power and train for countless years, how much power can you have? Grimudo was the answer. He wasn’t strong at first either.

If you look at only talent, if you only look at the talent that deals with magic. He can’t even reach Urinell’s toes. It just overwhelms them with ignorant years of effort.

No matter how strong the skills of the previous era, there is no way to use them unless you practice them. All these powers were built up by Grimudo through his own efforts, not from heaven.

The hero also could not overcome this mighty age gap. I couldn’t get past the wall of knowledge.

“Once upon a time, the serene Rayman and the hermit Geher challenged me.”

The demon king joined hands and comforted the fallen warrior. The only thing she lost was that she wasn’t alone.

Countless people challenged him, and they were all defeated. They even counted those who could have escaped alive. The names of those rare people were still remembered by the Demon King. Urinelle’s name was also included in that glorious list.

“Even those who called themselves Grand Masters could not defeat me and ran away. So there’s nothing to keep in mind. It’s not because you’re worse than me and you’re not defeated.”

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Magic creates shape. It’s not that the magic strength builds the form.

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More realistic, more professional. Instead of being less versatile than Magic Strength, it is far superior to building a form.

The practitioners of the old days used the magic of the world as their legal power, and made various forms with it and applied it to battle.

This sword that Grimudo was holding was combed out with his legal power. All of these means were incomprehensible to Urinell, and it was a completely different science from magic strength, so it was inevitable.

How the hell do you deal with magic like that? He had no background knowledge, so no matter how talented he was, he couldn’t figure it out. They didn’t share the same common sense, so everything was just a mystery.

Its powers united like a mountain and deepened like the sea, and a calm black pond appeared in the air. A furry beast without eyes or a nose came out of the dark pond, and threatened Yurinelle with its only mouth wide open. Between them, teeth like an awl were crammed into each other.

Zeng!

When it bit the holy sword and gave it strength, a streak of incontinence appeared and a light was emitted. The beast struck by the vicious ray of light was destroyed and disappeared, but the crack in the holy sword did not disappear.

“Wait, the holy sword… cracked?!”

Parnell, who was gasping for exhaustion, smashed his butt wheel and sat down.

In fact, Urinell himself was not very surprised. She looked at the holy sword with gloomy eyes, and touched the sword with her hand. I was so moved that I could barely hold back my tears.

‘After all, you couldn’t stand it any longer.’

From the moment I was fooled by the pressure of the sword, I could clearly feel that the sword had exceeded its limit. From the moment the saint, Araidel, showed her inferiority to Kyle, Urinell realized and accepted the fact that the three gods were not as great as they thought.

The opponent is the primordial demon king. Even the famous whip of the Western family, the Demon Killer, was an out-of-standard existence that was cut off at once. I was so grateful that the Holy Sword had endured until now.

“Even if we go, let’s go together. Can you do the last one with me?”

The light that stayed on the holy sword flickered. I’ve been with this guy for ten years now.

If you spend this much time, you will become a married couple. Urinelle could now understand what he was trying to say just by looking at the blinking of the holy sword.

wealth. honor. movie.

All of that will now be a vain dream,

Even if you die, if you feed Grimudo one shot and die as a dead hero, that wouldn’t be too bad either. desperation is right But when I gave up, I felt much more at ease.

“good night. Come on.”

The demon king smiled contentedly when he saw the eyes of Urinell, who was determined. The long wind was turned off, the legal power was scattered, and the shock wave stopped. The last thing this demon lord wants to show is the technique he has learned most recently. It is a technique that is still in use in this era, the magic strength.

Behind Grimudo, black magic writhes and condenses. The color of his magic was pure black without any miscellaneous light. Black means that all other colors have been turned off. When any color touches black, it turns black and becomes cloudy.

So, only those with extraordinary tenacity and will can make black magic power. That pure black magical energy takes shape from behind Grimudo.

It is neither the sun nor the moon. Like Ardein or Harmael, he did not borrow the form of a dragon. Does he need to borrow someone else’s image to create a form that has already reached the end?

“Hey, not so much…”

Black magic created a figure of himself, and he stood tall behind the demon king. A magical force full of unknown obsession and a will close to madness, her eyes lit up and shot at Yurinelle.

Color, shape, and imagery. Another Grimudo, equipped with all the three beats of magical power, looked up at the sky and roared, and the world was dyed black. Jaheukganggi finally showed up.

“I can’t win…”

The eyes of Lucia Weston, who had fallen, were dyed with despair.

“That… you can’t win.”

Even the pride of the demon hunter was thoroughly trampled on and overwhelmed. In fact, if Grimudo was the target, that pride was nothing but courage from the beginning.

It is neither courage nor confidence for a person to face a typhoon with his bare body. It’s just crazy to even put the word “Manyong” on it.

“Keluk! Cologne!”

At that moment, there was a coughing sound and dust rose up in a pile of dust. After breaking through the solid line of death drawn in the air, Araidel and Reenheim finally escaped from the dark force field.

His hair became sparse, and his neat and tidy clothes became ragged. What the two saw immediately after escaping, who had exhausted their divine power, was another Grimudo standing behind him. That black ‘Grimudo’ looked down at the world as if in a phantom.

“Oh my God…”

“Oh My God…”

The two let out a groan almost at the same time.

In that short time, the war situation went beyond what they had thought and reached the worst.