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what's the situation?

Is this really the first time this kid has used a sword?

Or is it just that I have little knowledge?

Liya, who had no idea that the man in front of her was doubting her life, pursed her lips and kept recalling all the basic points about swordsmanship that the other party had told her before.

Understand it, try to adjust the subtle differences in the angle of the wrist, the movements of the feet, and the intervals between breathing, and instinctively eliminate some of your unnecessary movements.

Just hit it once.

Liya only had this thought in her mind now. She was eager to prove that she was not a burden, even if the other party had never regarded her as a burden.

She will become a very powerful adventurer in the future so that she can find and help each other again.

Liya thought simply, and kept slashing out the sword she was using for the first time without sparing any effort. She didn't know whether she had any talent in swordsmanship, but...

She would be satisfied as long as she hit the opponent once!

But a minute later.

"hiss--"

Liya fell to the ground, holding her head in her hands, completely exhausted, her petite body curled up with a look of grievance.

She had just been swept across the leg joints by the wooden sword, and fell to the ground without any suspense, and the back of her head accidentally hit the ground.

It hurts so much, and...

She never really hit the opponent from beginning to end.

Is she useless?

Liya thought even more aggrievedly.

But Gafan, who was standing next to her at this moment, looked up at the sky, feeling so complicated that he didn't know what to say.

It's shameful to say, or it's really a bit shameless. He is a poor swordsman. Facing a fourteen-year-old girl who is using a sword for the first time, he secretly added a few layers of buffs to himself half a minute ago, and even fucked him continuously. All the sixth sense was used.

Only in this way can the dignity and dignity of adults be maintained.

"Oh... Liya, I'm sorry, I hit my leg joint subconsciously."

After adjusting his hesitant mood, Gafan bent down and picked up the girl curled up on the ground, letting her pat the dust on her body, and at the same time, he spoke.

"That's enough practical training for now, Liya. I don't know if it's my imagination, but your strength seems to be almost as strong as that of an adult."

"Well, well, when I was a child, I always had to help with farm work, so I am a little stronger than my peers."

Liya lowered her head, grabbed her clothes with her little hands, and asked a little uneasily: "Gafan...do I have any talent in swordsmanship?"

As soon as she asked the question, she quickly said again: "If not, I will work harder in the future, practice swordsmanship hard, and strive to become a qualified adventurer. I will never be a burden to you."

Hearing this, Gafan, who had already begun to feel that he had nothing to teach this child, also felt increasingly tired.

You are humble.

"Don't worry, Liya, your talent in swordsmanship...is pretty good."

Gafan, who thought that he could not let this child feel proud and complacent, commented unconscionably.

"Really?"

Liya, who completely listened to the other party's words, her black eyes lit up with surprise, then she took Gafan's hand and said with a happy smile.

"Gafan, you are so powerful. I couldn't hit you no matter how hard I hit you just now."

"Ahem, okay."

Gafan, who was feeling quite embarrassed about this, coughed twice, and then quickly changed the topic with a guilty conscience.

"The swordsmanship test has been completed, and the next step is about magic. As for this, uh, let me think about it."

Gafan, who was not a magic chanter at all, scratched the back of his head in distress, then sighed and said softly.

"Fire control."

next moment.

A scorching fireball the size of a fist, shooting rapidly, instantly stopped in mid-air one meter away, and then automatically came to Gafan's raised palm, and was grabbed by him with a casual handshake, absorbing some energy.

Then, Gafan smiled nonchalantly and touched the head of Liya, who was stunned beside him, and said gently.

"Liya, you go to the system and wait for a while. I want to grab someone who can help you test your magic talent."

After finishing speaking, he said "multi-layered barrier" again.

This was recreated by the way when he and Benimaru were competing. If the people here were not at the so-called hero level, they would probably not even think about breaking through this invisible barrier.

Seeing the reaction, Liya nodded obediently, then picked up the dagger that had just fallen to the ground, trotted over to System who was already holding the orange cat and spinning around happily, and looked at it with admiration and trust. Own.

Gafan also smiled and waved his hand in response, and then...

He casually raised his hand to catch another flying blazing fireball.

He first looked down at his hand, which was a little speechless, and didn't feel even a little bit of heat at all. Then he turned to look at the red figure who was slowly walking out of the dark alley not far away, looking at him with some uncertainty. Figure in robe.

Instantly see through its essence.

Then, almost subconsciously, Gafan, who looked a little astonished, spoke from the bottom of his heart, his first words after meeting the other party.

"Are you...too weak?"

Chapter 96: Tell the Dead 4K8

What is this guy talking about?

Devanok, who had just walked out of the dark alley and hadn't even spoken an opening sentence, couldn't help but look stunned.

Is he weak?

Are you kidding? He is the great magician of the dead - the "King of the Undead"!

In the dark side of this country, how many people would be afraid of his name?

With a spellcasting ability that is unmatched by humans, even hundreds of soldiers can only be mercilessly slaughtered by him. Even the charge of the cavalry regiment cannot ignore his existence.

After joining the "Six Arms" over the years, he has studied and acquired many new powerful magics.

How dare you call him weak?

"Oh, what an ignorant and stupid person you are?"

Devanok sneered hoarsely and said: "You dare to speak rudely just because you have a little bit of strength? You must have never seen a truly strong person before, right? Then..."

The shriveled, rotten arm stretched out from the dark red robe, and a complicated red magic circle appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand.

"Let me show you what it means to be powerful!"

Looking at the man with dark circles in front of him who was stroking his chin and looking at him for some reason, Devanok chanted with cold eyes.

"'Triple Fireball'."

The next moment, as the magic power surged and condensed, three blazing fireballs appeared in his hand at the same time, slowly rotating in a triangular position relative to each other in the air.

"How about it, have you never seen this method of casting spells? It took me three years to study it. Those mediocre human magic chanters can only cast one spell at a time, hahahaha!"

"..."

Um, how should I put it?

Gafan, who had an expressionless face, looked at the "mummy" opposite him that seemed very proud of it, and the three clusters of "flames" in the opponent's hands that did not make him feel even a hint of threat.

For a moment I really didn’t know what to say.

"Hmm...that's what, it's pretty awesome."

Out of politeness, Gafan complimented the other person with mixed emotions.

And then Devanok took it seriously.

"Oh, it's too late to beg for mercy now, go ahead!"

With a strong wave of his hand, the three scorching fireballs, which were enough to kill the kingdom's soldiers instantly, were shot out fiercely, and each traced an unpredictable and irregular trajectory in mid-air, and then...

"Fire control."

Without any suspense, the three fireballs floated directly and smoothly behind Gafan and began to rotate.

This unexpected result made Devanok's smile freeze on his face.

"......what have you done?"

"Nothing, I just controlled the fireball you released. So what, do you want to continue?"

This casual tone immediately angered Devanok, and then he raised his hands, ready to cast a spell.

"Don't get carried away. I don't know what tricks you used, but even if you can control ordinary flames, I'll see how you can block the next one, "Specialized Power: Fireball"!"

A fireball that was much thicker than the previous three appeared in his hands, but it wasn't over yet!

"'Flame of the Dead'."

Suddenly, the originally blazing flame was dyed with a dark color belonging to negative energy, increasing its power again.

The power of this attack was so powerful that even his leader Zero could not ignore it.

If released, even a charging ten-man team of elite cavalry can be wiped out in an instant.

Mysterious magic chanter, pay the price for your rudeness!

Devanok thought this way, but saw that the other party was still looking at the "Dark Flame" in his hand casually with an expression without any tension, and he couldn't help but feel even more angry.

So, he threw out the dark blazing fireball and shot it out violently. This time, it was indeed not controlled anymore, and even...

The other party just stood there, not even trying to hide? !

"boom!!!"

The "Dark Flame", which was not hindered by any obstacles, slammed directly into the expressionless face, and then exploded with a loud noise, and the firelight also drowned the figure of the man.

Such an easy result made his mummy's face look astonished, but the next moment, his expression turned into horror.

"This power... is not bad, it can make me feel some heat."

A listless voice came from the smoke, and there was no hint of weakness. Then, probably because he disliked the smoke that obscured his vision, he uttered a sentence.

"Strong wind pressure spreads."

Then, a strong wind appeared out of thin air and swept up, instantly dispersing the smoke and dust, revealing the figure with his feet off the ground and his hands behind his back. He was not even injured at all, and even his clothes were intact.

Looking at the sluggish "mummy" in front of him, Gafan felt for the first time that he was still quite strong.

"So, is that done? I have something I want you to do now."

These words brought Devanok back to his senses instantly, and then his face became completely serious.

"It's really amazing that you have absolute resistance to flames. Is it because of the clothes you are wearing? High-level magic protective gear? It doesn't matter... you are qualified to know my name. Number!"

He spread his hands high and chanted.

"Mysterious magic chanter, I am the 'King of the Undead' - Devanok! Next, I will regard you as the strongest enemy I have ever encountered. I will use all my strength to truly defeat you. You are buried here!"

Wow, the King of the Undead?

You are so shameless.

Gafan, who had seen the real King of Death, the flying squirrel, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, but in the end, he sighed quietly without saying a word.

Then, he casually stretched out his hand toward the other party, with his palm facing upwards and his fingers bent slightly.

He signaled to come over quickly.

Veins bulged.

This contemptuous attitude, which made it clear that he looked down on you, made Devanok feel the anger of leaving. Then, without any hesitation, he took out a dark attribute magic orb prop and started chanting at high speed.

"'Skeleton summoning', 'Armor strengthening', 'Low-level strength strengthening', 'Low-level agility strengthening', 'Shield wall'."

next moment.

On the overgrown ground, multiple magic arrays lit up at some point.

A dozen skeleton soldiers wearing armor and holding old weapons appeared out of thin air and stood up. At the same time, their bodies lit up with fluorescent lights of different colors, making the weak soul flames in their eyes seem to become a little more intense.

"These dozen skeleton soldiers are not ordinary skeleton soldiers. After being strengthened by me, they are even enough to fight with the Kingdom soldiers of the Centurion to achieve the final victory."