Desire

'The sewers are fine tankers.'

I can't be a dealer like Luke, but the sewers are brave. There is no Aggro system in this game, but the enormous Angel Post's extensive deals are devoted to propaganda. Monsters that get hit get angry. He believes in Iron Body's steel-like defensive power to grab the basket and hold it off.

But still, it's nothing compared to Luke. It might be better to deal with a large number of monsters, but Luke would be better off dealing with large or powerful monsters. You can clean up small monsters, but you don't have the ability to deal with powerful boss monsters in the sewers.

'Lena has better skills as a healer.'

But that's all. The sense of using the eyes and skills to explore the battlefield that healers should have is overwhelming. Luke's party-- he doesn't ask Hiller. I don't ask for heels, I don't ask for magic. Unconditional trust in a party member? It is also supported by your skills. The anvil's sense was perfect. The timing is perfect. It can be used as an attack magic and can also be dealt with. The buff magic merit is dominant over Lina, but her overall competence is not comparable to the anvil.

'Daisy's deal is fine.'

But it lacks power. Daisy's attack is fast. The Fall Spear of Gyeongyang Yang is focused on pleasure. The user's outstretched spear squeezes the target with countless stills. However, the power is light. The sincere method of advancement leads to a clean inner air, but has not been specialized in exerting explosive power.

Of course, the problems pointed out here may resolve naturally over time. The lack of deals in Hoguro will also be resolved if the level of post-apocalyptic tremor rises. Lina's sense can also be filled with experience. Daisy's true colors and fallen spears will also expect an increase in power if her skill grows. Their level may still be lacking compared to Luke's parties in their late 21s and 20s.

Then should we wait for them to grow? Will Luke's party stay quiet while they continue to grow? A runner in front does not wait for a runner to be left behind. It's the same for every sporting event. Striker catches the ball and doesn't wait for the defender to follow. Runners don't wait for the competition to be left behind.

All they see is the goal. I want to reach the goal before anyone else. We're on the same page. Even if Ajin is ahead, he will not have the consideration to wait for him who is behind.

While this side grows, that side grows more.

"... I'm the variable."

Ajin quit smoking.

I decided to join Daisy's party. I don't want to get out of it right now. But if it does, growth slows down. I can grow myself by staying up all night focusing on solo play, but if I do, Daisy's party will fall behind. In the end, you will be alone again and have to embrace the risk on your own.

We have a long way to go. The Keeper of the Trees, the Cliffs of the Seal, and the Blue Volcano... We have to challenge the monsters who will be there naked. You may encounter a powerful enemy that is impossible to escape, and you may die. Then you will waste 4 hours.

If you are part of a party, you can reduce your death to a minimum. Death is always a tank. You may run away while the tanker is dead. It's not just the tankers. Not Hiller, not Dealer. We can shield everyone.

'Well, that's always the worst case.'

Azin rises up. I thought about it for a moment, but I thought it might be better this way. Ajin narrows his eyes.

If the team that runs together gets left behind,

I have to drag him from here.

*

"How much did you eat?"

Standing in the backyard, smoking a cigarette, the smell of black snow asked towards the coming azin. I'm not stupid enough to not know what that question means. Ajin bends his knee to the ground and crashes his head before answering him.

"I'm here to see the Lord."

"There you go. Stand up."

He said that and immediately stood up. The aroma of raw snow that was inhaled deeply opened my eyes and mouth.

"How much did you eat?" "

"Twice as much as before."

It's about the history of the blown. Raw Snow's scent bursts with a cracked smile, hurting the smoke rising into his face with his hands.

"You've eaten enough. Well, Shake wasn't a lousy wizard. I don't know why he died to you."

"I guess you weren't good enough to avoid a backhand."

In response, I put down my cigarette and clapped a few times. She nods, expressing her satisfaction.

"Of course, you've got the female. That way, you could have killed Shake."

The murmuring smell of Raw Snow approached Azin. Ajin steps forward to his position. They prepared the same duel as usual. The smell of Raw Snow smiled at that pain.

"Shake was an excellent wizard. It was just so stupid and nice. You were lucky this time."

"I know."

I have never fought a Wizard in this game. But I once fought a wizard in a single game before. I used to be a wizard myself. So Azin knew very well how fearful, dangerous and powerful the existence of a wizard was.

The Wizard needs that much preparation to exert his power. Time to cast, time to implement magic... It may seem like killing a wizard is all you can think of, but a wizard who is ready can't easily kill even if there is a difference in skill. You have to take some damage.

Likewise, an unprepared wizard can kill even if his skill difference is great.

"I don't think that was such a bad choice. Was learning magic a lie? Lying to me doesn't feel very pleasant."

Later, the smell of black snow stopped in front of Azin. Azin swings his fist for a dance. A fist filled with strength flew to the Raw Snow as it tore through the air. Perch. Azin's fist is completely blocked.

"I forgive you. It was not harmful to me, but you finally got what you wanted, and as you got him, I decided to put my hopes on you."

Ignoring his gripped fist, Ajin reaches out his palm. The Thousand Waves ceiling opens, but even that ceiling is blocked. Azin's arms are all caught by the smell of black snow.

"I knew you weren't a petty and foolish jock. You are a liar and a hypocrite, and you have an Abyssal Swamp deep in your heart, raising a Glycyroid in it. If I were you, I'd kill you with contempt."

Suddenly, the face of Raw Snow approached Azin. Azin pulled his head back as he felt the breath of nearby black snow.

"I am Mado."

Sound of struggle, sweet breath. Azin swallows a gulp.

"I've put dry hair on my chest. I am a Blood Witch and a Bishop of the Church. Soon I'll be a horse. That's why I'm having fun. That you're not stupid. It's fun to be a piece of trash that will do no harm to get what you want."

"Thank you."

It was the selling words, but Azin grinned and grinned. He knew he was a piece of shit.

"Kneel down."

The aroma of Raw Snow said as I let go of Azin's hand. He immediately knelt on the ground and threw his head to the ground.

"Nine times, bow down to me."

A tribute! Azin is like lightning in his head. It is not that they do not know what this means.

Teachers are the only ones who raise the temple nine times.

Boom, boom, boom. Ajin bowed with his head to the ground nine times. Raw Snow looked down at the pain and grabbed his abundant chest with his arms.

"Who am I?"

"The heavens of Mado, the Bishop of Mathematics, are my high places. He is the Blood Witch of Raw Snow."

"Forget it."

The smell of Raw Snow was brief.

"Forget all the titles I know about myself. Don't you call me Joker. From now on, you are my disciple and I am your master."

"Yes, Master!"

Azin slammed his head down and said, In response, the smell of Raw Snow put a hand on Azin's head.

"I will teach you nothing but shamanism. I gave you the Celestial Shrine, taught you the art of Marathon, and promised to teach you the art of salsa. Soon, he'll be telling you everything I have. The Church gave you everything the Bishop taught the Bishop."

The scent of Raw Snow leans over and tingles in his ears. His shoulders were slightly trembling as he listened to it.

"In other words, you have everything you need to be a bishop."

".. Yes."

"There is no bridge in this world."

He grabbed Azin by the shoulders and said the smell of Raw Snow. Azin frowned and stared at the Raw Snow's eyes.

"There are no 100,000 mountains in this world. There are no friends who follow me, nor do they make peace with my little troubles, shaking heaven and earth. What exists is the Pope. Come out, you. Ajin, my disciple, is only you."

Raw Snow's scent shifts. She walks forward with long, black hair. Ajin silently followed behind her.

"I gave you everything to give to the Bishop, but I can't give you a bridge."

It felt sad and bitter. Azin stared at the back of a slightly smaller black snow scent.

"So you make it."

The stench of Raw Snow stops you from walking. She narrows her eyes and stares at the pain.

"You, make a bridge in this world. In your words, make your pawns ready to stain heaven and earth with blood. Form a group that embraces them all. And reign on it."

Raw snow spread its arms wide. A storm gusts from her body. Azin stumbles back without even knowing it, then steps back and sits on the ground.

"You don't have to follow doctrines. I didn't even trust this doctrine in the first place. What a martyr needs is not a doctrine. An absolute law: blind loyalty to the parishioner, a parishioner who dips perfectly into small repulsions and dries seeds. A strong zone. Only a strong one, fitted for the dominant bishop, is the absolute law of Mahjong."

The smell of raw snow standing in front of Ajin was different than before. She was not a whore who raped him faithfully to lust, nor was she a sadist who enjoyed suffering and laughed. She was a Blood Witch and a Bishop of the Church.

"Establish the law. Make your territory ruled by the law. Make your soldiers who follow you. And, challenge."

".. to what?"

"To God."

The smell of Raw Snow was brief. It was overwhelmingly big. An absolute will that blends with hatred and heartbreaking life by crushing space. Agin swallows a gulp in it. For the first time, he felt that his eyes could die. It was a relief that he wasn't the target of the murder.

"I've decided to lean on you. I've decided to make a wish on you, not a trifle."

The flesh grows more frequent. The scent of Raw Snow twists its lips, lowering its open hand.

"But that's not enough. So prove it to me."

".. what proof would you like?"

"Kill the roaring beast, the owner of the raging forest."

That was what Raw Snow had already said. But he did not react, and listened to her.

"Prove yourself with it. I wonder if I was right or if I should expect you to make the right choice."

"I'll kill you."

"Challenge even if you fail. You're a player, aren't you, out of death? Challenge and fail several times. And kill him. At that moment."

Raw Snow smiled brightly.

"I will give you everything."

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It climbs steadily to Tuve. Heh heh per audit