Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

1.

The cover-up capability contained in "The Intangible Lobe (S)" is almost perfect.

But that doesn't guarantee the success of the surprise attack.

This is because the "isolated" state must be lifted to operate the mana, and the cover-up function of the lobes also disappears. Moreover, a person with an excellent [sense] can recognize someone's approach only with airflow.

So did Hugo, the opponent in front of him.

Sweep!

Hugo, with a large shield raised, swung the axe with the left hand. The trajectory drawn in the air cuts the instructor in a bundle.

His "Jangbyeok (S+)" is a title feature specialized in holding out tenaciously and making swift counterattacks. It was natural to choose defense rather than avoidance if there was a surprise attack other than the suggestion, and that is wise judgment in most situations.

But this time, the story was different.

Because I was a reflux holder.

Some of the instructors and hooks that were caught in Hugo's body safely without being cut off rang.

"Oh, my God!"

Ugo's new model suddenly reels. The "vibration energy" that flowed through the lecturer's body was a mess.

He managed to put up with the nausea and find his balance.

Infinity Shock

There's a lot of noise!

The brain organs, including the unique spell of the brain's neocortex, are conducted by the instructor. It was a different surprise from when he first ate the infinite thunderstone.

" "극!"!"!"

Despite the transfer-like pain spreading all over his body, Hugo clenched his teeth and began to cut the instructor. It is the spirit and judgment of the mercenary spirit of the reversal.

But, ··

Pooh!

"I jumped into space in a flash with Padio Blink, and I inserted a blade of thunder into Hugo's defenseless back."

"Khak, ··! Lee, you bastard, ··"

Pooh!

He ignored his glaring eyes and put the sound he earned on his chest. Soon enough, an explosive order containing a sword of this flame, Bust Burn, will be launched.

Poong!

A fragment of organs and blood burst out of Hugo's body, which had been blown up.

Won.

He was three levels higher than I was. However, there were differences in characteristics and skills, differences in the upper sex, and, crucially, differences in equipment. On top of that, there was considerable luck in the surprise attack, so victory was in vain easy.

Bump!

Hugo's body managed to maintain its original form thanks to its durability far beyond human beings. I rummaged through his bosom and tore off the badge symbolizing the executive.

There are a total of 13 senior executives at Caracol Clan.

Three people were killed in the chivalry, and one more just died.

Nine are left in the future.

2.

al-realism of athenas

Unfortunately, Citrio Altus was sitting on a jade seat there.

But there was no one who was tactless enough to dare point out what was about him in present-day Athenas.

The only exception was Prince Ramon, the claimant of succession, but he has been biting his fingernails with a white-faced face since shortly after the breakdown of the bonds of tolerance.

'It's just a lumber fit for a scarecrow king.’

The tongue-tied citrio suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Kwoong!

Shortly after, a heavily armed old man walked in between the doors of the al-Hyeonshil with a roar and thickly spread of smoke.

"Hung, is it an Evel stroke?"

"Yes, sir. Citrio Altus."

"Great, great. I don't know what the hell you've done, but I'm surprised that the commander of the Northern Front is united with the Guards. It's going to end the civil war overnight."

Citrio said sarcastically, but Evel didn't care.

"Citrio Altus. I ask you to have a one-on-one duel on the honor of both men."

"Ha, in this situation where the Blisspiel Union is narrowing its siege every moment?"

"Yes, it is. Wasn't it that you were waiting here without running away in this situation, too, that you were determined to fight me?"

“···!”

It's a regular song.

The Karakol side has no chance of winning this battle.

Even though he was aware of this, the reason why Citio waited for Evel was to topple him and gain the propaganda of "the Continental Divine Girl that won against Evel."

If they joined the support forces of the Wiblé Empire and put forward such a name value, they could have sought to restore the power through the support of the Empire as well as a single reversal in the civil war. His opponent, Evel, even laid the plate himself, which was perfect for him.

In order to avoid becoming a puppet of the WeBle Empire, executives, who may not be just Clan One, need to be as intact as possible. Now, with Citrio tying up Evel, was the best chance for them to get away.

He looked back at his men and said,

"Everyone, take Prince Ramon now and get out of Athenas."

"Okay, Master. Good luck to you good luck."

Adelio and other key Clan officials nodded and quickly left the room.

"Evel Stroke, I will accept your challenge. The priests of the Struggle Church and the Gongli Church, who observe the Clan War, will prove the existence and authority of this duel."

The Citio, who said so, grabbed the Mace that was lying on the side.

"Ma, Master Altus! What the hell is going on here! Don't tell me you're going to leave us here and get rid of us."

"It's noisy. It's distracting."

Poo-hwak!

Sitio, who rose from the throne, lightly swung Mace and smashed the head of a nobleman who was on the rampage.

The Gashindan quickly became hapjuk.

She has been caring about her public reputation by calling herself "Hogal." His emotional behavior means he's extremely nervous right now.

Soon, two dozen girls faced each other.

It was Citio who opened his mouth first.

"Interestingly, the public thought that the level of continental girls, except for triple stars, would be from there to that."

"What's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal, and I suddenly thought I could fix that perception this time. I don't know how wide the world is, and I'm the most powerful knight in the North, so I can easily handle you."

"Do you call me a frog in a well?"

Evel speaking in a calm.

After seeing this, Citrio laughed.

Having devoted his entire life to the state of Confucius, he will hardly get the hang of it. The continent is wide, and there are quite a few unknowns who are comparable to the twelve girls.

'You're just a plant in the greenhouse, Evel Stroke.'

Before founding the Caracol Clan, Citrio wandered around the world, and has been honing his skills by fighting with strong men from all over the world.

He can't be defeated here.

Boom!

The ground that Citrio was stepping on went down, and his new model became blurred.

The vision of the Altoos family, "Cheon Dunbo."

Evel, who calmly read the opponent's mind, raised the heavy sword. The heavy blow of the Citrio, who had dug into the ground in a flash, was furious with him.

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It was nothing more than a collision between a simple sword and a sword.

But the aftermath alone caused heavy drinking and storm in the hall, and the nobles belonging to Prince Ramon's Gashin rolled the ground without exception.

This is the duel between the two continents.

For ordinary humans, it's like a disaster.

Bang!

This time Evel ran towards the Citio. Citrio uses a solid rectangular shield to easily deflect a sharp penetrating heavy sword like frost feet.

Evel's skin, which began to cry in earnest, turned red.

Stroke Giseum Method - Red light from "Gi of the Gravity" and altus Giseum from "Gi of the Mountain" and green light from "Gi of the Mountain" collide fiercely.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Something close to the sound of a male explosion rather than a metal sound echoed through the hall.

Quang!

At one point the shielded Citrio pushed Evel's abdomen. A new model of Evel, which flew like a shot, crashed into the wall, and the debris of the crumbling stone wall buried Evel.

"Hap!"

Soon, Evelle burst out the flag with a shout. Then the piles of stones surrounding him dispersed into the dust.

Bang!

Sitio, who stepped on Cheon Dun-bo again, approaches Evel with his shield at the front.

As the two clashed over and over, slowly the flow of duel and the contours of the ending began to appear.

'As expected.

Citrio laughed.

3.

[Level:55/55]

[Physical strength:17][muscle:20][Personnel:13]

[Magic:14][Mental:13][Sense:08]

[Level:55/55]

[Physical strength:16][muscle:19][Personnel:15]

[Magic:15][Mental:08][Sense:14]

This is the current sheet capability of Evel and Citrio.

Though largely similar distribution, Evel has a relatively large advantage in [spirit] figures, Citrio has a relatively large advantage in [sense]

But there is one blind spot here.

A wizard may not know, but for a warrior, the efficiency of his [mental] abilities is quite low.

This is mainly because the mind has a great influence on the speed of recovery of mana and the anti-horsepower. The anti-horsepower correction caused by rising mental levels also affects the flag, so applications, including the "cuff," change stronger and more stable, but that's it.

Although it has advantages in guerrilla warfare and global warfare, it was not a significant advantage in such short-term battles.

Nevertheless, Evel is one of the strongest in the middle of the Continental Divide thanks to the characteristics that his "Harsh Will (A)" increases the owner's skills and horsepower in proportion to the [spirit] figure.

But that alone could not fill the technological gap with the East Level Warrior, including the difference in [sensory] capability.

Kkagang!

Evels quickly roll the floor and strike a heavy sword. The Citrio, who deflected it with a clever shield, struck the Mace up and down.

Bang!

Evel, who quickly regained his balance, banged his teeth hard and backed away.

"큭큭·!"!"

"Haha! That's lame, Evel Stroke!"

Sitio, smiling with a full face, pushed him away, bickering with shield tricks and bluntly. On the other hand, Evel is just trying to stop the attack.

There is no way you don't know the advantages and disadvantages of having eyes.

Evel opened the street and breathed.

And suddenly he recalled the not-too-distant past.

'Frog in the well, ···'

It reminds me of Iden, who used all kinds of equipment and tactics to give him a blow.

Shortly after the defeat, he could hardly get out of the shock, but it soon led to serious consideration.

'If I had to deal with a class that maximized the benefits of Iden among the twelve-girls, how should I deal with it?’

Evel suffered.

And after much consideration, I came to a conclusion.

It would be more efficient to gain insight into one's inner self through meditation, rather than physical training like ever.

'There was a result ···.’

As a result

Eber remembered his long-cherished desire to enter martial arts. He's been chasing the giant's blow that overwhelms everything.

quasik, quasik, quasik

At that moment, Eber's left arm, without a heavy sword, was mysteriously twisted. The Citrio squinted his eyes. That's no ordinary muscle cramp.

Quasik. Quasik. Padduck.

A myriad of tendons sprung up on Eber's left arm, and the size also swelled rapidly.

"What is this?"

Without a doubt of the curious phenomenon, Evel's nearly-meters swollen arms swept the hall.

Paaaaaaaaahhhh!

The entire ceiling as well as the chandelier of the al-Hyeonsil collapsed under the pressure of the wind.

A strainer hybrid;a "Slugger (U)."

4.

cried Blisspiel's Master Arendt.

"All units, advance! The damn caracoles are already in the dock!"

"Wow!"

As if to respond to that one cry, sixteen clans of adventurers shout.

Athenas' final line of defense, the door that blocked the border of immunity was very solid.

Battering Ram

Kwagwagwang!

But the joint spells memorized by as many as 67 wizards and the joint work of hundreds of spirits did not hold out for a moment.

Through the perforated path, the Spirit Knights of the Blisspiel Union and the Great Forest pour in.

"Stay strong until support comes!"

But introverted defenders are also loyal elite. Unlike ordinary soldiers, morale was not easily dampened even though it was a sobering situation.

"Caracol Clan officials will be here soon! Stop them!"

At the encouragement of the Knights Commander, knights under Prince Ramon raised their shields and all went to the front line.

"We are the Knights of the Athenas!"

One of the senior knights shouted in evil.

"We!"

"The sword and shield that protects the royal family!"

"If only you could defend your Highness, Prince Ramon, it would not be a waste of this one!"

Woo-woong- Dozens of elite knights were tightly woven, and they were embedded in the full shield they put forward at the front. It is a group technique that increases defense by resonating the same energy.

Against him, the Clans of the Union rushed in with various weapons.

Quaqam! The battle lines on both sides collided.

The individual's skills were outstanding, but the guardian chivalry has long been in sync. That is why the defensive wall they formed was not disturbed at all.

Bang!

bearing the brunt of one's opponent's charge

Bang!

Hang in there.

Bang!

And endure again.

"Magic Corps! Come on, what do you do without firing orders!"

The knighthood shouted in evil.

But the magic corps at the back is selling one eye with their mouths wide open. He was angry at the way they looked at him, but he was more curious than that.

What the hell are you looking at in this emergency?

Chai-ang-

The moment he suddenly looked in the direction of the bell ringing, the knighthood was forced to open his mouth as wide as the magic corps.

At the top of the spire hung Prince Ramon, whom they were trying to protect.

He had passed out with his eyes behind him, and his crotch was wet and wet. It was such a pathetic move that I couldn't even look at with my eyes open.

"Prince Ramon, who rebelled out of evil greed, was caught! Keep your head down!"

The man who shouted that in the spire,

Of course it was Eden.