Desire

The Pentagon, the most prestigious society of wizards, has five archaeologists. They are the statues of the Gratia Wizards and monsters with the power to win or lose a war as a single being.

Most commonly, people refer to the five archaeologists and the wizards of the Pentagon as the Wizards of the Sun. Sunshine. It means where the sun rises. Of course, if there is a parchment, there is a note. If there is light, there is shadow.

Dark Magic is said to be magic taught to Humans by the Horsemen of the Magic System. Unlike normal magic using Mana of the Earth, Dark Magic uses Mana of the Magic System and Mana of the Negative Dimension. The dark magic that unfolds on him is more powerful than ordinary magic, but in order to open a dark dimension door and bring Mana to life, you must engrave the seal of the magic system on your body. It is the mark of slavery that the soul is enslaved by death. The powerful power of dark magic is the power to use his soul as a mortgage on the Magic System.

In other words, the Black Wizards are all those who will die and be subject to the spirit of the kingdom. Darkness is a charming and powerful force to bear, and man - among them, the desire of wizards to covet forbidden magic.

At the pinnacle of such dark magic are the Black Kings who reign in the desert of Gracia, the dungeon masters. They are reclusive underground in the desert, coveting forbidden dark magic and monsters close to its end. They have already surpassed the level of Arc Meiji and are monsters with the end of magic in their sights.

One of the dungeon masters is looking for Ajin. The dungeon master of the Bully Saleh Desert, Legnome. Azin stares at the leg, feeling waste and annoyance at the same time. I didn't even think about meeting him in the Bullysal Desert. In other words, the current work was unexpected to Azin.

“Did you commission it? ”

Azin asks. He looks over his shoulder at Lawrence Mercenaries, nervous faces. In Azin's question, he nods slowly. Ajin kicks his tongue small.

“How did you know? ”

I didn't tell him that I was leaving for Gracia. It was announced that he had entered the practice of the pulmonary canal, and knowing that Azin had left for Gracia were the symbols of the bloodthirsty lord Salt and the cerebral Moon Case and his daughter Mungyeonghee, Vichon, and the Bloodthirsty Tribe. And it's just Yeon-hwa, the master of Chanhyung Lu, who is the enemy and general. Did any of them betray you?

“I've got eyes on everyone coming and going to the bride. ”

Leg replies, his voice cracking like a scrape of iron. Azin's eyebrows twitched. I never reveal my true identity on the bridge. Due to the harsh sandstorm, I always put a cloth around my mouth and wore a hat. I wouldn't have seen you.

“.. navigation magic. ”

Persian mutters. “I didn't feel it.” She mutters as if she doesn't understand. Magic. Azin grumbles low. I didn't even think about it.

“That's why you brought in the mercenaries. ”

The Leg raises its mouth tail without answering. I made a crooked smile on my lips. Wise. If I had met him in a church or elsewhere, I might have been able to do something about it. But not here. Azin looks around. The number of wizards in black robes is roughly twenty. Not all of them seem to be arc mages, but...

“So, what are you going to do? ”

I asked him. He entrusted the mercenaries to bring Azin to their territory. So, what's next? I don't know what I wanted to do. Bull 's-eye vengeance? No, not just bull 's-eye. There were a lot of dead Black Wizards back then.

“You're going to pay for this? ”

Think of the worst case. It doesn't matter if you die. After four hours, it's resurrection. Or run away? There's nothing wrong with trying. Or inversely attack. He stares at Azin quietly.

“For what it's worth!”

Leg bursts into laughter.

“You're a dead man. I just want to ask you something. ”

His eyes narrow.

“I searched the basement of the noble gate. I felt a strange magic there. It was a magical trail that should not remain in this world. ”

Ajin's glabella twitches and Persian complexion changes slightly. Leg's lips open.

“Blood magic.”

It reminds me of what happened in the basement of the noble gate. At that time, Ajin was arrogant. I thought it was possible, and the wizards broke into the mysterious treasure trove alone. There, Ajin suffered a setback. It was close to death, not death. Thanks to Persian intervention.

At that time, Azin had never seen a Persian work of magic.

“It's magic that disappeared hundreds of years ago. There were no winners. There were hardly any records. This magic was conveyed only by legends and rumors among the Black Wizards. There were traces of it in the basement of the noble gate. ”

“.. so? ”

I tried to feel a little worse.

“It's a simple story. Hand over the Blood Magic Transformer, and I'll let you go. ”

Leg's gaze shifts to Persik. It was a cold look. Ajin reaches out naturally and blocks the front of the leg. “That won't work.” Azin mutters.

“It's called a hematologist. ”

Leg says.

“I've heard that among the true Muslims, he is worthy of one hand. But this is the desert. ”

The staff he was holding reaches forward. A dark darkness spreads around him. It was a strange energy, unlike that of Thousand Horses. It was a negative dimensional Mana that flowed from the horse system.

“That's not all. These guys aren't scarecrows either. If I add more computation from the center, they can all conjure up the power close to the Archmage. Can you handle it? ”

Leg laughs. The old man talks a lot. Azin takes a step back, thinking like that. I wanted to avoid annoying work as much as possible. But this is how it works. Azin squeezes his eyes and looks at Lawrence's mercenaries. They're still standing there, still not running.

Bastards.

“Persian.”

Azin calls her. At that point, Persian looks at Azin in horror. “Into the shadows.” Azin's voice is a little stiff. I've already been through how tricky a wizard can be. What's the odds? I honestly don't know. Worst case, death. The best thing to do is to run without harm. The ideal is to kill them all. I thought of three things.

“.. don't I need your help? ”

“My nose is stone. ”

Azin mutters.

“I can't protect you in case ”

That said, Persian chews his lips well. Azin glanced at the Raw Snow scent. Through his experience, Azin was somewhat specific about the situation that Hiddenpiece could not intervene in. The situation in which Hiddenpiece cannot intervene, is when it is directly related to the life of the surrogate and the player associated with Hiddenpiece. In the case of the Celestial Dragonfly, the azine had nothing to do with the smell of raw snow. Of course, he earned his reputation as a disciple of Raw Snow, but it had nothing to do with his life.

But it's different now. Her intervention will directly help the pain. So there's no intervention.

“I'm fine.”

Azin struggles toward the Black Snow scent. She's strong, but she's powerless when it comes to azin. It is a great shame for her to have lived freely all her life. Azin smiles bitterly at the black-and-white scent that gnashes his lips.

“Take a look at his disciples' jokes. ”

He said so and loosened the cloth around his mouth. While I was out, I took off my hat that I put on my head. I also took off the cloak that wrapped around my neck. You untied the sleeve strap. A wide sleeve flutters down and rolls it up in two.

“... a dungeon master. ”

You mutter in a small voice. Then, I didn't listen to the answer.

“Do you know Harvest? ”

“A talented and entertaining friend. ”

Leg replies. His staff moves slowly. The black darkness that spread around him became a thin line. It is intricately entangled and creates a giant magic circle around the Legnom. The ground begins to tremble.

“I don't think it was pleasant. ”

Azin mutters and raises his hands. Heave-ho. The old armor wraps around his arms and legs. I try to bump into it first. I can't help but turn my back and run. No, before that... his eyes narrowed.

“... Gargarcia will be furious if there's a commotion. ”

“If you were afraid of lizards, you wouldn't build dungeons in the desert. ”

Leg laughs. “Brilliant.” Azin's voice is low. The staff of the leg extends forward. The Black Magic Cube painted on the ground emits a dark light.

I felt an intangible power. Azin immediately hit the ground. Got it! Sand pours out. Azin, who was in the air, turned around and looked at his place. The rising sand gathers in one place and disappears. The power that swept through the space wiped out the sand. Ajin kicks his tongue small.

"Instant magic"? What the...?

You turn around. I pulled up the Thousand Horseman. The level of the hammer is still low. We can't spread it like Thousand Horses did. However, to some extent it was possible. Unlike that of Thousand Horses, the sacred ball that was spread by Ajin was red. The red energy envelops his body. Unlike the Heavenly Horse, which was as dark as night, it was like a pale red mist. Azin clenches his fist.

The inner air gathered in my fist became strong. Leg lifts the staff. The wizards gathered around him muttered and began to gloat. The transparent black membrane surrounds the legs and the wizards. Ajin throws a fist. It wasn't the Leg you were after in the first place.

“Huh?"

Lawrence's eyes widen as he looks at you with hesitation. I was just waiting because I haven't been paid in full. And he ended up getting no remuneration. It's because the strongest shot by Azin wiped out Lawrence and his mercenaries.

“Ugh!”

It was time to come down to the ground. The pressure dropped from above lowered him. Kuang! The sand from the fall shook violently. Ajin gritted his teeth. Pressure pressing on the body crushed the bone.

“You said the Wizard was tricky.”

It reminded me of what Raw Snow used to say. A wizard with various kinds of magic said it's hard to deal with without being a wizard. Especially not to mention the wizard who's ready. Azin tries to stand up, bracing his body, but the more pressure he exerts, the stronger he tries to resist.

However, it does not kneel completely. Ajin's body grows smaller and smaller. It spread to the Thousand Mountains. The red devil reaches for the ground with his bare hands. He fights the pressure with a slight tremor, and Azin takes a deep breath. It opens the Thousand Rainforest and the Thousand Dragon Ball simultaneously. The user dyes its surrounding keeper with its own color. I feel a rush in Azin's leg.

And, feet lighter.

Percussion! You kick in the sand. The sand drifts away. Azin's body escapes the pressure with just one step. “Hehe!” The leg takes an admiration.

My insides are fluttering.The level of the ultraviolet echo is still low. The body of pain cannot endure to imitate the super-speed that appeared to be serious. I swallowed something that was coming up my throat. And I hold my fist.

His fist is heavy.

I reached out to the Great Wall and the Great Marriage Rights. It was a fist that was thrown out of my body. I knew I couldn't take it. The muscles seemed to be torn apart and the whole arm seemed to be torn off. However, the power was somewhat reproduced. Kuaaang! The power that stretched out destroyed the shields created by the Legones and the Black Wizards.