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9.

Poong!

In the desolate swamp, a stream of binge drinking shook it lightly.

It was literally a slight shake.

Quang!

However, the heavy drinking that followed was no longer light.

It was the sound of war clouds rising in the desolate swamps.

Shia!

Sweep!

As if to live up to the sound, two lizardmen with black soot on their heads began to cross the swamp, venting angry tears.

Boom!

What such a Lizadman faced was a giant giant made of three meters of huge soil.

The giant spread his arms wide from side to side.

Both arms, drooping to the point of contact with the bridge, blocked the left and right sides, making it a wall well over five meters long.

a heavy sense of hypocrisy

Shia!

Of course, the already attacked and blinded Lizadmen were not at all intimidated by the pressure.

Far from being intimidated, he threw himself into the dirt, burning even greater hostility.

It was the moment.

Stuck!

As soon as the two Lizad men entered the arms of Golem, it was revealed that they were hiding deep in the swamp near them.

It was Guardian Gold who was perfectly armed.

As soon as Gold appeared, he didn't make any sound.

Sweep!

Before the horse's words, he swung a simeter in his hand and drew a diagonal line on the back of a Lizadman who showed his back to him.

It wasn't deep.

A moderate depth, a level that can damage without effort.

After swinging the simeter like that, Gold covered his face and body with a shield without hesitation.

Shia!

Turning his head at the moment of attack, Lizadman saw the shield and hardened it.

A sharp one cut himself, but all he can see is a big shield.

The battle pattern in Lizadman's head had no choice but to start calculating once more.

So as soon as all the eyes of Lizadman were on the shield, Gold struck him with that shield.

Phew!

With a dull sound, Lizadman's elongated neck and head bent sideways like a reed.

Toward the neck that turned out to be so, Lizadman swung the simeter once again.

This time, it wasn't as light as before.

Punch!

The wild attack, as if thunder had struck, was just at the neck of the Rijadman.

Sha!

Lizadman's voice has changed.

The voice of a snake whose life is on the verge of being threatened.

Gold, in the voice, waited again with his shield in front of him instead of the next attack.

The moment the Rizadman knocked on his shield one more time, he showed his will to defeat him with a counterattack afterwards.

That was Gold's style.

The Guardian was never a self-inflicted creature, a person who removed the threat of its master.

On the other hand, there was such a presence.

King!

Lucky did.

As soon as Gold confirmed that the life of the Lizardman was on alert, Lucky, who was holding his breath on the head of the Golem, flew away and instantly bit the neck of the Lizardman.

Quasik!

Very deep.

Deep enough that it's not easy to get your teeth out.

After biting so deeply, I began to shake my body violently.

Soon when Lucky's body fell from the Lizardman, Lucky's mouth was filled with flesh so large that it was hard to tell how he bit it.

[Defeated the Lizardman.]

It was the moment Lucky tore off the leash of the Lizadman.

Gold exclaimed at the fact.

”You bad dog! How dare you take my game!”

He vented his anger at Lucky for taking away his prey.

King!

Of course Lucky, ignoring the anger, took a leap after stepping on the body of the Lizadman he hunted.

He flew at the other one facing Golem.

Quasik!

With one leap, he bit the neck of the golem and the roaring Lizadman, and at the same time took a leap forward, using a sharp scream as a stepping stone.

The end of the leap was over Golem's shoulder.

Crrrr!

Lucky, who climbed back on top of his head on the shoulders of a high golem, not a swampy swamp, loaded himself at any time to cut off Lizadman's breath.

an admirable sense of battle

”Bad dog! This is my game!”

In the meantime, Gold, who is attacking the remaining Rijadman again, was also not disturbed.

It was a great view in many ways.

Legend is a legend, a figure that is not lacking in expression.

It is easy to say that these three are good enough to play games day by day.

That's a hell of a game of the devil.

But there was someone who made it look like nothing.

”Whoo.”

none other than Midas, he was now overshadowing those amazing three battles.

There was nothing special about Midas standing in a place where the expression ”mound” and ”mound” would fit perfectly on the swamp.

”Fireball.”

There was nothing special about the way he shouted Casting on it and threw fireballs in his hands after the casting was over.

Swing!

There was nothing strange about his short breath after throwing a fireball.

The difference was one.

Poong!

After the sound of breathing, it took longer for the explosion to burst.

'Now 100 meters is light.’

Midas, it was the moment he hit the Lizadman, who was only 100 meters away.

It was a sight to overshadow the wonderful combination play created by Lucky, Gold and Golem.

It's not a normal job to get the right distance of 100 meters.

Midas was also the first to experience.

There were actually signs.

For now, the muscular stats themselves were higher than their previous characters.

In the case of the former character, the muscular stats were only 261, but now the muscular stats were well over 300.

Here's the Strangs Buff.

It was natural that throwing a long distance felt easier as it also affected the strength thrown by the muscular stats.

But it's a different story to be able to throw a long distance and get along well.

The biggest influence on the hit rate was none other than the psychological part the most.

'It's definitely a good fit because you just have to focus on the pitch.’

It can focus solely on attack.

It was an element that could not be ignored.

There is such a class among baseball players.

In practice, they throw like ghosts, but in practice, they look like rats who take rat poison.

a class of people called bird breasts

It's frustrating for the viewer, but you can tell when you're in that situation.

How ridiculous it is to do what one does in the midst of all kinds of variables, noise, and psychological warfare on a lonely stage where one's fate is at stake.

So far, Midas has been in the same situation.

He is the only one who can save himself, never overplay the game, and under such tension Midas's mental strength has been consumed.

'Only on pitches.'

This is the first time that we have a perfect environment where we can only focus on it.

Moreover, in Midas' eyes, the distant presence of monsters seemed stark.

Between vegetation and so on, all the information, including the monster's HP, and the golden target revealed on the monster's body.

Puck, puck, puck, puck!

Such conspicuous targets were walking slowly over the swamps.