The Live

I'm fine.

Bam, you little...

Two spear blades intersect.

Thousands of spears fall, aiming for a square, and another spear flies out of my sight, aiming for my neck.

Yoon Jae avoided the spears as if his eyes were running over his head and behind his back. At the same time, you spread your blindness toward Metatron in front of you.

Shhh, Pick-

“Huff... ”

Metatron's body is constantly covered in scars.

The movement of Yoon Jae bouncing back and forth from time to time was not even easy to follow with the eyes. Instinctively swinging a spear at you, Metatron has already lost his life several times.

Clattering -

Metatron's throat is cut again.

Yoon Jae's head swung back. Metatron's spear pierces his neck behind his back.

Blah!

From bottom to top, Yoon Jae's sword throws out the window.

The movement seemed to have been waiting for you. Metatron raises his eyes wide as if it were hard to believe.

“How many lives are left? ”

“Damn……. ”

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Yoon Jae followed a calm voice, sharing a bond with Metatron.

“Is this your personal ability? Or is it the power of the Emperor himself? I don't know how many lives I have left. ”

“I... don't... die. ”

“I know you didn't. He can't be scared to death right now. ”

At Yun Jae's words, Metatron's eyes once again tremble widely.

You're afraid of me? ’

He couldn't tell his own face. Unless there's a mirror in front of me right now.

However, Metatron realized that he was afraid of Yoon Jae in front of him. It was an insult and humiliation to Metatron.

“No way...! ”

Phew.

“There is.”

Shhh...

Aaaaahhhh!

Yun Jae's sword pierces Metatron's heart and breaks him in half.

At the last moment, the tip of Yoon Jae's sword turned to heaven. A downward spear collides with the blade of Yoon Jae.

Blah, blah!

“Ugh... ”

Metatron's new breed flies far and wide. Yoon Jae's new brother did not stop chasing Metatron.

Shhh...

Fipik, Fifi Fipik -

Hundreds of spears appear from all around, aiming at Yoon Jae's square.

Don't come! ’

Metatron chants to himself.

I keep shooting spears, telling them not to come near me. You spray your power and build a wall in front of your eyes. I made lightning from the sky and struck it down.

However, Yoon Jae continued to approach the effort colorlessly. You dodged the window and broke the wall. The falling thunder survives with its body.

Piik, Pik-

The wounds that are inflicted one by one are not great.

Metatron shouts as he sees Yoon Jae gradually approaching.

“Don't come! ”

Grrr!

Lightning struck from the sky and fell on Yoon Jae's head.

Yoon Jae held up, raising his sword up as if it wasn't worth avoiding.

“What is this? ”

Whoo-hoo!

Kuaa-!

A downward sword slashes the world in contact with the ground. Metatron creates a huge membrane in front of his eyes, barely holding back its massive impact.

No, I tried to stop him. But I couldn't stop it.

“Cough, cough! ”

Blood spits from Metatron's mouth.

He looked at Yoon Jae with unbelievable eyes.

‘You've become stronger... than before?' ’

Ooh, ooh, ooh-

The magical power of Yoon Jae, who had once again amplified the magical power, shook my body just by looking at him.

Even the outward appearance feels enormous. It was hard to believe that the individual had such power.

Until just now, I couldn't believe that Gabriel had been pushed head-on by force.

‘Nonsense. You left yourself in that situation? ’

Yoon Jae had just saved enough time for now.

It was difficult to use excessive reversal to amplify the magical power as the side effects increased. That's why Yoon Jae was saving his strength and strength as long as he could, waiting for Latel to fall.

But now that Latel has fallen and all the others have joined, Yoon Jae has no more reason to save his strength.

“Clearly your skills are excellent. Than Gabriel absorbed the power of the archangel of all time. ”

Yun Jae coldly analyzed Metatron's power.

He was really strong.

Compared to other archangels.

But even so, that was it.

“But you're worse than Michael. ”

Acknowledge -

Metatron shouts as he grips his teeth.

“I... am the king! ”

Whoo-hoo!

The window of light in Metatron's hand grows larger and larger. A mighty spirit gathers at your fingertips, and a gigantic spear of tens of meters is formed.

The spear of judgment that punishes the sinful angels in heaven.

Metatron squeezes all his strength into a spear and swings it big.

“Told you?”

Yoon Jae raised his sword high.

Once again, the magical power is amplified. The blade is so small and humble compared to Metatron's spear, but it is never as small as the amount of magical power concentrated within it.

You swing the sword down, grabbing it with both hands. A small sword collides with Metatron's spear.

Blah!

Blah, blah, blah.

Ka-ah-ah!

A huge spear formed gold, and soon it broke. Metatron makes a confused look, hard to believe that his focused spear had broken.

“Bastards like you don't deserve a king. ”

Yoon Jae's face approached.

The startled Metatron quickly reaches forward. The mystical force rushes forward without any form.

Kwaaaah-!

Reflexively exuded power, but the king was king.

The power from Metatron's hands was enough to bring down a chaotic castle in a heartbeat.

But again, it didn't do any good if it wasn't right.

“No matter how strong the force, the force that is not properly controlled cannot be weighed down. ”

It was not just the amount that mattered to the magical power.

Power was as important as who and how to deal with it. Numerous people were not just acquiring magical control for nothing.

Rawr-!

“Huff... ”

Yoon Jae's fist is stuck in Metatron's stomach.

Metatron opens his mouth and howls back, caring about the sword the whole time.

“Ugh…. ”

“You need to get it right. ”

Shhh...

Kwaji-kun!

His magical fist was surrounded by a solid horseman's armor. More durable than any other item, Metatron's face and abdomen were beaten without pity.

Blah!

A fist in Metatron's face pushes him back. Metatron quickly recovers, shaking his head, avoiding the spread of his wings.

Where did he go? ’

I couldn't see Yoon Jae.

I read the trails around me, but I still felt nothing. At that moment, Yoon Jae's new brother disappeared.

It was then.

Wh-

“Grow up.... ”

Metatron grips Yoon Jae's hand, clutching his neck behind his back.

I tried to scatter my hands somehow, but the Angler was so strong that I couldn't do anything about it. Yoon Jae increasingly empowered his grip.

“Now I see. ”

Kwaaaahhhh -

“This is the last one. ”

I definitely feel it.

The ambiguity that I had felt so far disappeared. It was‘ real ’with blood and bones, flesh and soul.

“That's a tough life. Is that right? Is that a lot of lives, or were you just hiding who you really were to live? ”

No matter how many layers I tried to live, there was no complete immortality.

Never, ever, invincible.

Yoon Jae didn't believe those words. Unconditional words are just exaggeration. There was always an end.

This is why Metatron's sudden movements have made him lose his composure and take on a defensive battle.

Metatron has no more lives left.

The last remaining life.

Metatron felt life threatened for the first time since he had existed. If Yoon Jae rubs his neck like this, he will die.

Whirl-

Metatron's body trembles. I gradually felt the strength in Yoon Jae's hands.

“Finally……. ”

“I... I... I... I... ”

I squeeze the voice that barely comes out.

I begged for my life, but of course it didn't work.

“Please, until the last moment. ”

WoodDuck -

Yoon Jae's grip snaps Metatron's neck.

“May you die regretting the time you've lived. ”

* * *

Tuck, tuck, tuck.

“Ha, ha -”

It spills blood and exhales hot breath.

The regular cleaning of the blood flowing from his forehead, writhing his face and realizing that his mouth tail was raised.

“God, I'm pissed. ”

I saw the appearance of Raguel and Anael in his regular gaze, muttering.

The two of them were also pretty deep wounded. There were small and large wounds all over the body. But it was obvious which of the three was the deepest of the wounds.

“After all that... are you going to continue? ”

Raguel asked with a bored face.

The norm against him and Anael at the same time was at a standstill the whole time. In the meantime, I reacted once, but after all, the one who was hurt more was normal.

At first, I thought I could defeat the regular without difficulty. Two of them had the advantage.

But…….

Why aren't you down? ’

At this moment, I was thinking simultaneously in the head of Raguel and Anael.

The norm was so badly injured that it was a miracle that it was already standing. Even the arm holding the sword is halfway cut off, sagging, and its legs are loosened.

But it doesn't collapse. Rather, I felt stronger as I became that state.

Above all, his face was still alive.

It looked like they were losing again.

“Are you asking me to lose? ”

“What nonsense.... ”

“Well, somehow, I don't intend to. ”

Self-

The wounds on the regular body heal quickly. The speed was so fast that I could see it clearly.

“I'm just getting started. ”

Ooooo -

The sword in his regular hand cried.

Muhammad draws the blood of Raguel and Anael and passes it on to the Regular. The norm that had eaten its strength in harmony was stronger than the first time.

The bitterness I felt in my wounds was nothing. In the last two years, normal people have never been hurt in a single day.

Park-

Shhh...

Regular new stature once more enters the front.

It was an unconscious move. I can't believe you're still in front of me like that.

But regrettably, Raguel and Anael withdrew from such formalities and were attacked.

Kuang, bam-!

I'm fine, Kwakwata-

Blood splashes back and forth.

Regular people were not afraid to inflict more scars on their bodies. Blood flowing from my forehead entered my eyes, but I didn't even blink.

I haven't closed my eyes for a long time, only black masturbation.

Have you lost your mind? ’

Even in this situation, Raguel gives me the creeps of a regular guy who wields his sword with a smile.

While fighting like that, I was convinced at some point.

They were pushing themselves. It took me too long to realize it.

‘Now.... ’

Phew.

Wh-

Anael's spear pierces through his normal shoulder.

At the same time, the regular sword also pierced Anael's abdomen.

“Khh……. ”

“Why have you become so slow? ”

Su-wook-

Blah!

Regular pulls the sword out backwards, striking the giant executing sword that flew straight to the side. It was powerful enough to make your arms ache, but it was tolerable.

Win-win. Wood-win.

Even if the bones of the arm that stopped the executing sword are broken and pierced through the flesh.

“What the……. ”

Shhh...

Raguel flies up in horror as he sees the regular sprint in front of him.

Soon after, however, the normal figure disappeared before my eyes.

Wh-

“Flying is slower than running. ”

Normal voices came from above.

The regular holding the wings with one hand gave strength to his hands with a smiling face.

Then...

WoodDuck -

“Shhh... Ahhhhhh...! ”

As he flies up, Raguel breaks his wings and falls to the ground. At the same time, a spear flew away and snapped onto the left shoulder of the normal.

Qajik-!

“Khh……. ”

The flying spear took its normal body and flew away to die.

The norm, which was barely balanced by shaking its body in the air, got up on the ground with his hands.

“Huff, huff-”

Anael is on his knees on the ground, exhaling exhausted.

There was no spear in her hand. Just now, I was sent to the Regular to save Raguel.

“You guys are persistent, too. ”

Su-wook-

Normally, the spear in the shoulder was pulled out with one hand.

The left shoulder sags, and the right arm protrudes from the bone and is not fully energized. This kind of injury takes time to heal.

‘You're in trouble. ’

Raguel and Anael had already been through hell.

In particular, it seemed impossible for Anael to fight anymore.

The problem was Raguel.

Raguel, who looks older than the other archangels, thought he would try his best. The injuries that were as deadly as Anael were not so damaged, and were relatively intact.

“Need some help?”

Voices heard from a distance.

Regular turned his head and asked.

“Are you done yet? ”

Raguel's gaze also turned toward the direction in which his voice was heard, just like normal.

Elvin walks away, draining the blood from his sword.

“It's been a while. ”

“You finished early? It looks pretty banged up, though. ”

“Just look at your bones and tell me. ”

Elvin, who fought Gabriel, has small wounds all over his body. But there were no fatal wounds, and there were no large swarms of movement.

‘Gabriel……. ’

Raguel lowers his sword with his worthless face.

The Archangel's death was enough to shock Raguel.

The normal situation in front of me was uncertain what to do. However, if you join the Elvin who defeated Gabriel, you have no more chances.

“…… hmm. ”

Normally, it seemed like Raguel had lost his will to fight more, and Kim snorted with a sandy face. Then you turn your head and look at the giant pillar of fire that rises to the sky.

“Why was it so hot? Was it because of that? ”

“Did you see that now? ”

“Where's the time for me to concentrate on my fight? ”

In the normal answer, Elvin could see how focused he was on the fight.

The pillar of great fire was barely conscious enough to catch my eye. It makes the surrounding area warm, even though it's quite a distance away.

‘Looks like he's real. ’

Michael the Archangel.

Compared to other archangels, his skills were truly unique.

I was hesitant to get close, even if I could feel the heat in that cowardice right now.

Unlike other archangels, including LaGuel, who was born to be an archangel, Michael was perfect not only for his power, but also for the technical parts like himself.

‘Well, still…. ’

Elvin mutters, slowly looking at the two of them, between the pillars of a great fire.

“Looks like there's an edge to it, too. ”