Addict's Recovery Journal

1.

The ability to conceal in an Intangible Robe (S) is almost perfect.

But that doesn't guarantee the success of an ambush.

You have to turn off the 'insulated’ state in order to operate your magic, and that's because Robe's cloaking function also disappears. Moreover, it has an excellent [sensation] that air flow alone can detect someone's approach.

The one in front of you cried as well.

Squawk!

Ugo wields his axe with one hand, regardless of the large shield. The trajectory drawn in the air breaks the instructor into clumps.

His version of The Barrier (S +) is a title trait that is specialized in enduring aggressive and rapid counter-attacks. It was natural to take defensive action rather than evasion when the attack was unexpected, and that is usually a wise judgment in most situations.

But this time the story was different.

I used to own a backflow.

Without being cut off, some instructors and hooks caught in Hugo's body were zipping ─ and ringing.

“Cough · ·?! ”

Ugo's new statue twists and twists. The pulse is shaken by the ‘vibrating machine’ that flowed through the instructor.

He was so close to putting up with the nausea and finding a balance.

Infinity Shock

Support!

The brainstem, which originates from the brain stem's unique incantation, is conducted by an instructor. The electric shock was a different dimension from when he first ate the Infinite Brainstone.

“Ugh · · ·! ”

Even though the pain was spreading all over my body, Ugo gripped it and began to cut the instructor. A mercenary-like mind and judgment of inversion.

But · · ·

Phew!

When I jumped into space with the 'radio link', I plunged the Thundering Blade into Hugo's defenseless back.

“Heh heh heh! Son of a bitch. ”

Phew!

I put a burnt sword through my chest, ignoring the deadly gaze. Soon this Flaming Sword will trigger the 'Boost Burn', an explosive system spell built into it.

Puang!

Fragmented organs and blood burst from Hugo's body when it exploded.

I won.

He was level 3 higher than me. But there were differences in characteristics, differences in imagination, and crucial differences in equipment. I was even quite fortunate in the ambush, so I was able to win with utter ease.

Duck!

Ugo's corpse remains fairly circular, thanks to its overwhelming strength. I dug into his arms and ripped out the badge that symbolized the executive.

There are 13 senior executives in the Karakol Clan.

Three people died in the Knight's War, and one more just died.

Nine to go.

2.

Aternas' Throne Room.

Ironically, Citrio Altus sat on the throne there.

However, there was no one who dared to point out what was going on in Athens today.

The only exception was Prince Ramon, the heir to the throne, but he was just biting his nails with a white face right after the resistance was broken.

‘What a good timber for a scarecrow king. ’

Citrio's tongue narrows her eyes.

Kuang!

Immediately after that, a heavily muscled old man walked in through the cracking and spreading smoke with a loud door.

“Hmph, that's Abel Stroke. ”

“Yes. Citrio Altus. ”

“Brilliant. Brilliant. I don't know what you've done, but I'm surprised the Northern Front Commander is working with the noblemen. Thanks to you, the civil war will be over in a day. ”

Citrio makes a sarcastic statement, but Ebel does not hesitate.

“Citrio Altus. I appeal to you for a one-on-one duel for the honor of both. ”

“Ha, you mean in a situation where the Blissful Fellowship is closing in on the siege? ”

“I see. Waiting here instead of running away in a situation like this, you were eager to fight me, too." ”

“ · · ·! ”

It's true.

The Karakol side has no chance of winning this battle.

Even though he knew this, Citrio waited for Ebel to defeat him and get the distance from the propaganda, "This continent won over twelve continents."

By joining the reinforcements of the Wieble Empire and putting a price on these names, we could have sought to restore power through the support of the Empire, as well as the first outbreak in civil war. His opponent Evel even flattens the board himself, making it even worse for him.

If you don't want to be a puppet of the Wiblet Empire there, executives who are simply such clans need to be as still as they can be. This was their best chance to escape as Citrio ties Ebel up.

He looks back at his men and says,

“Everyone, escort Prince Ramon out of Athens immediately. ”

“Yes, Master. Good luck."

The clan's key executives, including Adelio, nod and quickly leave the throne room.

“Abel Stroke, I accept your challenge. The fighting churches and priests of the Utilitary Church who watch clan wars will prove the existence and authority of this duel. ”

Citrio grabs the mace on its side.

“No, Master Altus! What the hell is going on here? How could you leave us here to die?"

“It's noisy. It's distracting. ”

Phew!

Citrio, who rose from the throne, smashed the nobleman's head with a light mace.

So Zidane quickly put to death.

Citrio has always cared about foreign reputations, claiming to be an amulet. If he's acting so emotionally, that means he's extremely nervous right now.

Soon, two dozen people confronted each other.

It was Citrio who opened his mouth first.

“Funnily enough, Saints thought there would be two continents there, except for Triple Stars. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“It's no big deal, and I suddenly thought I could fix that perception. You are the most powerful knight in the North without knowing the vastness of the world by simply taking care of you. ”

“How dare you refer to me as a frog in a well. ”

Grave speaking Evel.

Citrio laughs when he sees this.

His lifelong devotion to the government will rarely catch on. that the continent is vast, and among the unknown, there are quite a few people who are comparable to twelve.

"You're nothing but a plant in a greenhouse, Evel Stroke. ’

Citrio traveled around the world before he founded the Karakol Clan and honed his skills in the struggle against the strongmen from all over the world.

There's no way he can lose here.

Bang!

The ground Citrio treads on fades away, and his new brotherhood is blurred.

The rumored vision of the Artus family, "Cheondunbo (B)". ’

The user calmly reads the target's mind, and Ebel raises her sword. The heavy blow of Citrio, which had dug so far in the shovel of time, blazed on him.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

It was just a collision between a simple sword and a sword.

In the aftermath, however, the bowels were filled with thunderstorms and storms, and the nobles belonging to Prince Ramon's Council rolled to the ground without exception.

This is the Continental Ship, a duel of elite warriors.

It is a disaster for ordinary people.

Boom!

This time, Ebel lunges for Citrio. Citrio lays out a firm, right-angled shield that makes sharp digging swords like frostpaws easy.

The skin of Ebel, who was beginning to feel energized, was pale.

Red swordsmanship resulting from the stroke technique ─ 'Rigorous technique’ and green light resulting from the Altus technique ─ ‘King's technique’ collide terribly.

Boom! Boom! Boom, boom!

Something closer to the sound of the male blast than the sound of metal resonates in the elongated bowel.

Kuang!

Citrio suddenly gives out his shield and pushes Ebel's abdomen. Ebel's flying statue crashes into the wall, and the rubble of the collapsed stone wall buries her.

“Hap!”

Eventually, Ebel bursts out with a shout. Then the rubble around him settles into dust.

Boom!

Citrio steps on the blunt force again, raising his shield in front of him and approaching Ebel.

As the two men collided again, the flow of the duel slowly began to show the outline of the end.

‘As expected.’

Citrio laughs.

3.

Ebel Stroke

[Level: 55/55]

[HP: 17] [Strength: 20] [Agility: 13]

[Magic Power: 14] [Mind: 13] [Sense: 08]

Citrio Altus

[Level: 55/55]

[Health: 16] [Strength: 19] [Agility: 15]

[Magic Power: 15] [Spirit: 08] [Sense: 14]

The current sheet stats of Ebel and Citrio.

Generally similar distribution, but Ebel has a relatively large advantage over [mental] and Citrio over [sensory].

But there is one blind spot.

I don't know if you're a wizard, but [Mental] abilities are significantly less effective for warriors.

This is mainly due to the speed and anti-horsepower of the mind's recovery. The anti-horsepower correction due to the rise in mental levels also affects airways, so appliances, including 'armor’, are more robust and stable, but that's it.

There are advantages to guerrilla wars and Earth wars, but they are hard to see as significant in these short-term wars.

Nevertheless, Ebel is one of the strongest men in the Middle Kingdom because his will (A) increases the owner's skill and magical output in proportion to his [mental] figure.

But that alone could not account for the technological difference between a [sensory] stat difference and an equal level warrior.

Ka River!

Ebel quickly rolls the ground and throws out a heavy sword. Citrio pulls the mace up and down with a mysterious shield.

Boom!

Quickly rebalanced, Evel flicks his teeth hard and pulls back.

“Phew · ·! ”

“Haha! What a drag, Ebel Stroke!! ”

A smiling Citrio pushes him away, combining his shield and blunt technique with the workshop. Ebel, on the other hand, is just in a hurry to stop the attack.

You wouldn't know Yubuli if he had eyes.

Ebel clears the streets and breathes.

And I suddenly remembered the past.

‘Frogs in the well · · ·. ’

It reminds me of Aiden who used all kinds of equipment and magic to blow himself up.

Shortly after the defeat, I was rarely able to break out of the shock, but that soon led to serious consideration.

‘If I have to deal with a class of strong men like this Aiden, what should I do? ’

Ebel was troubled.

And then I came to a conclusion.

Rather than exercising yourself so far, it would be more effective to have insight into your inner self through meditation.

‘Performance was · · · ·. ’

Consequently.

Ebel remembers her hopes of entering martial arts in the distant past. He chases after the giant who dominates everything all the time.

Qajik.

Suddenly, Ebel's left arm, without a heavy sword, twists strangely. Citrio narrows his eyes. That's no ordinary muscle spasm.

Quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. quasi. Da-da.

A myriad of tendons appear on Ebel's left arm, and the size swells sharply as well.

“What the heck? ”

Strangely enough, Citrio's arms swept through the intestines, almost a few meters away.

Paaaahhhh!

Immediately after the rush, the chandelier in the throne room, as well as the entire ceiling, collapsed.

A transformational confuser, Slugger (U) .

4.

Master Arende of Blisspeel cries out.

“All hands, forward! Those damn Karakol rats are already in the poison! ”

“Whoa!! ”

The roar of sixteen clan adventurers resonates, as if in harmony with that unified cry.

The gate that crossed Athens' final line of defense, the Resistance's boundary, was very strong.

Battering Ram

Kwaguang!

However, the combination of the spell chanted by 67 wizards and hundreds of spirits did not last for a moment.

Through the breach comes the spirit knights of the Blissful Eyrie and the Great Forest.

“Hang in there until reinforcements arrive! ”

But the Resistance Defenders are also loyal elites among the elite. Despite the confusion, the general's morale has not been easily demoralized.

“The officers of the Karakol Clan will be here soon! Stop them!”

The knights of Prince Ramon's command take up their full body shields and head to the front as the knight commander encourages them.

“We are the Knights of Athens! ”

One of the chief knights shouts in wickedness.

“We!! ”

“The royal sword and shield! ”

“If I can defend Prince Ramon, it would be a pity to sacrifice myself! ”

Woof ─ Dozens of elite knights weave together tightly into their full-body shields. A group technology that resonates the same energy to boost defense.

Against him, the Allied Clans rush in with their various weapons.

Bang! Both sides collide.

Individual skills have been poor, but the Guardian Knights have been working together for a long time. That's why the defensive walls they formed didn't fall apart.

Boom!

Defend your opponent's charge.

Boom!

Hang in there.

Boom!

And I'm hanging in there again.

“Magic Troops! What are you doing without casting a spell? ”

The commander of the knights cried out for evil.

However, the Magic Troops in the rear sell one eye with their mouths open. Suddenly, I was a knight commander who was angry with their attitude, but I was more curious than that.

What the hell are you looking at in such an emergency situation?

Wt ─

As soon as I looked at the direction the bell rang, the knight commander had to open his mouth as much as a magical soldier.

At the top of the spire lies Prince Ramon, whom they sought to protect.

He was unconscious with his eyes turned upside down, and his crotch was wet, whether he had incontinence or not. It was so pathetic that I couldn't see it with my eyes open.

“Prince Ramon has been caught for rebelling with greed! Surrender quietly!”

Inside the spire, the one who shouted,

Obviously, it was Aiden.