The Skill Maker

commander-in-chief of mountain ranges

He was now in quite high spirits.

A few days ago, all the above-Aank people in the U.S. were forcibly recalled to the outermost region of the planet of terror by the power of the Creator. And almost immediately. They were appointed by outside powers to guard the Harmanzel Mountains at the command of the top of the Seventh Army.

[Don't let the talented get out of the white jungle. Armudor wants their annihilation.]

[Fire them with full readiness. "We will give great rewards to commanders who have done well in this work."

And exactly five days after that.

Indeed, a hundred people from the white jungle were forced to come through the mountain range. They are so powerful that each one of them is called the best.

What's more surprising was that they were all free to use unusual skills and unheard-of skills. It was so cumbersome to deal with using strange techniques. A sharp claws, which were not far away, nearly all fell into a nervous breakdown.

But nevertheless.

In the end, he successfully defeated their first invasion and managed to recruit half the men. No, I heard they were all great beings who controlled a planet or a galaxy. It was nothing to be expected when we actually bumped into it. It's difficult to deal with because the enemy's skills are diverse and complex, but in terms of power, it's not very substantial.

In fact, when I caught one of their abilities to carry blue energy in a weapon and analyzed the combat data with a measuring device, I found only an ambiguous figure of Iran's combat power. For your information, the lowest-level of the guards guarding this mountain range is about the same. At this rate, it seemed that any number of talented people would be able to successfully stop them no matter how many times they would come. He was even more than capable of combat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... And as a reward for my contribution, I will be recognized by the Corps of Legends and ascend higher."

Vermopos stopped smiling and hardened his complexion.

The other 250 strongholds of commanders. When I thought of them, I suddenly fell into a bad mood.

aristocrats who always look down on and deceive others by claiming to be of pure blood But even if it was annoying, I could bear that much. In any case, there is no difference between them and themselves. There is only a difference in psychological background, whether or not the blood of the Creator is mixed. Even if it were an external lineage, not a pure lineage, it would one day become the ruler of Kandulas as the right arm of the Creator like the 13th Army Commander. That was his dream.

But it was then.

that one's subordinates rushed in panting and puffing.

"Supreme Commander Bermophos! We've just got a breaking news from outside! About 1,280 of the 2,540 strongholds are now collapsed! I think the resistance of the more capable men than I imagined is strong!"

"What? Well, is that true!"

There are a total of 2,540 mountain ranges that surround the white jungle in total.

And the commanders of each stronghold were ruling a total of 2540 fortresses in the name of the primary line of defense.

The aim, of course, is to keep external powers from escaping, as I said before. Because it has the life and energy of its existence, prolonged exposure will eventually lead to death for everyone. There's only a time difference, and no matter what kind of foot-struggle anyone gets, everyone ends up dead. And all the power and karma that the dead possessed is returned to the arms of the Creator.

But what?

1280 of 2,540 bases collapsed?

After only ten days?

"I really believe in beauty... He doesn't... Gun. Whoo! Whoo!"

"Chow, Commander-in-Chief?"

With his subordinate looking at the commander with a strange look on his face.

Vermopos kept a serious look on the outside and burst into a big laugh inside.

There you go!

Pure pedigree pups?

It's nothing much.

While the elite soldiers he raised killed half of a group of capable men just by using their strength, they pitifully lost the entire fortress. What a funny thing to do! Foolish idiots who have risen only by the power of the family without ability! You've got a lot of bad clowns on the back of their connections, and this is what society looks like this.

Quack, quack, quack!

Puddudduduk. Tutuduk.

"Huh? He's dead?"

I stepped into the interior of the building, leaning against a heap of stones, and scratched the back of my head, looking at the existence that had been crushed to death by a huge pile of rock.

Judging from the insight, I was sure the most powerful enemy was waiting in this strange-looking stone pagoda. Was it my misunderstanding? Judging from your outfit, you're definitely a little different from other aliens. Wasn't this the commander?

It doesn't really matter if he's head or not.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The first giant in the world, Sam Du Sik is coming out! Clear the way!"

"Receive the Brain Dragon Tripitaka Koreana, my Jinxin season! What little beauties!"

"I'll pay you back your debts a few days ago, you bastards! You didn't forget the taste of my ice spell in a few days, did you?"

"Fire of burning abyss, fear of blinding hell! Now be the essence of fire and tear up the enemy's body! Hell... Hellfire!"

Kugugugugugung!

I kicked my tongue, feeling the heat coming in on the broken wall.

The flame of the abyss... Fear of hell... ha. Just listening makes my hands and feet cringe. Was that 8th grade syndrome wizard's name Helos? Still, the magical power was quite powerful.

I put out my head and looked outside, and found Lena Scarlett and as many as 150 men of ability rapidly penetrating into the interior of the enemy camp. Well, the order for the 8th grade syndrome is a bit harsh, but generally it seems to go smoothly as planned?

"I've taken the castle wall!"

"Wipe it out as it is!"

"Block your enemies!"

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

before the commencement of a battle.

We've come up with our own special strategy over the past three days, based on Lena Scarlett's words that the opponent's defense type is quite solid. Using a skilled Galonix, he first observed the enemy camp and compiled detailed information.

In addition, it was decided to first make the most of the physical magical blows at the maximum range before raiding the enemy camp, then use Lena Scarlett's welcome skill to stir up confusion in the mental world as much as possible and then infiltrate the enemy camp.

So when others were blowing magic and sword at the fortress, I, too, took some huge rocks from the jungle and threw them at the wall where the enemy was staying... and I never imagined that the enemy's fortress would collapse.

According to the 9th Circle wizard of the 8th grade syndrome, the 9th circle meteorite wizard failed to break down the wall. No matter how many layers of strong rocks they can only destroy the defense with stones. Even though I have 99 muscles, why is the fortress so weak?

In any case, our plan was successfully hit, and now the men of ability were rapidly entering the holes of the wall that I had demolished and carrying out the battle. On the contrary, alien life forms were colliding with us, bringing their monsters to the fore.

"Hey, stop it! We have to stop the talented from coming in! Forscrem Demindion! Forscrem Armoodorr!

"Be martyred! Don't let them live! Armudor is with us!"

"Forscrem Demindion! Forscrem Armoodorr!"

"Where the hell is Mr. Vermopos? Has anyone seen it? Guard!"

"Ba, you haven't seen him at all since a moment ago. Maybe you're on a rock."

"Damn it! Turn on the entrance and block it! In front of the Torque Corps! Encloud riders stand by!"

"Find Mr. Vermopos!"

But despite the swift handling of the enemy's situation.

Already, the fortresses of extraterrestrial life were simply a mess. The wall had collapsed and the number of entrances had almost increased to five or six, and judging from their conversation, the commander seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

It's too much to do with the commander of the fortress. Where the hell are you stuck in the ruins? My men are so desperate to find it. That's why you can't be a boss in Korea or in any neighborhood.

Whoooooooooooong!

I jumped right off the twenty-foot-tenth-meter-tall bell tower, and came up to Lena Scarlett's side and tapped her shoulder. She was now free to control the power of welcome and mirage, confusing the opposing defenders to each other. I've experienced it once, but it's quite an amazing skill.

"Mr. Lena Scarlett. Are you sure the majority of the first expedition was wiped out here? You're all joking, aren't you?"

"What? No, I'm not kidding."

"...the commanding officer must have fled somewhere. So you were really hit by those kids? To those sloppy kids?"

"Hoot. Well, it might look like that to Minhyuk."

I shook my head from side to side, looking at Lena Scarlett smiling brightly.

Half of them were killed by powerful monsters and aliens trying to get through the mountains.Long live, bloody heart-beating battle. When I came here to fight, there were only one bunch of assholes. I've washed my eyes a hundred times and found nothing powerful.

Oh, of course.

That was never to say that aliens were remarkably weak in combat. Each of them also boasted a level of force that was almost half of our capable men. Based on the criteria of the Korean Hunter Association, it is almost the level of B-level B-plus-level. In addition, many numbers were also present in the fortress.

But still.

What if the evil sorcerer, the sword emperor, the warrior, the shaman, the devil, the legendary heroes, are just these bastards?

Shamefully.

"I don't have anything to stand up for."

While I'm kicking my tongue and watching the war.

The men of ability clashed quite roughly, exchanging all sorts of skills with the fortress garrison.

Explosive sounds of unimaginable explosions were coming from all over the place, and strange-looking large monsters were gasping our members. There was even a creature that looked like the monsters we saw in the South Korean Raid dungeon, starting with a strange reptile in a garb reminiscent of the Tyrannosaurus. Like Minotaur or Gorgon.

"Dark speculation!"

"Tear the heavens and the earth apart! Crimson Lightning!"

By the way, you guys are so pathetic.

You're tearing open the earth and the earth.

They manage to hold out until two to one, but when it's three to one, they can't get their heads together. That's why I hit you. Even the cuties I had been eyeing, the department and the old man who had come at me one-on-one, were in trouble.

Hoo, I don't think it'll work out if I don't help.

I was forced to cram my hands into the bag while looking at the images of Jackal and Hyun-chun.

'May I help you a little.'

Break through the low line (1) at the end.

by world manners

work review

Very little.

Should we just make it twice as strong as dust?

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