163 Ep.55. The Remains of the Dark Magician (4)

A huge height of nearly three meters, white fur covered with a heavy yet sleek body, eyes resembling a wolf like its name. He is large among the Baengnang people.

The hideous hammer across the shoulders of the Baengnang people was filled with bloodstains. It was a sign of massacres of wizards outside the cave.

I see why Fake Orton expressed his love of living toys.’

Suinjong's representative battle species, the Baengnang, regarded humans as food and toys unless they were special partners or situations.

"Oh, what the hell is going on here? What a mess!"

Looking around, the Baengnangs kicked their tongues. The Baengnangs showed quite a variety of faces when they saw the dark sorcerer who fell on the bottom of the cave.

He seemed perplexed but not afraid of the situation. After seeing nearly fifty of his men dead or fainted out of nowhere.

"Hey, I was wondering whose head it was, and it's Rolled. Curl, that's amazing. Let's see... ...from the look of the atmosphere, it doesn't seem to have been betrayed."

As soon as he appeared, Enya raised his cane with a stiff face. But without shaking with fear, he felt his will and determination to fight.

'You must feel a lot about this, Miss Enya.'

As long as we overcome this situation and safely return to Tikan.

The Baengnang pointed to the two with exaggerated gestures as if they were performing a play.

"Two little kids there! You guys did this, right? Obviously, this body is never wrong. You've all ordered a mana reversal, haven't you? I told you there's a human wizard who's really good at reverse flow.”

It is common knowledge that a wizard or a warrior who falls into a reverse current fainted while vomiting blood bubbles.

The fingers pointing to Qin and Enya are as long and thick as iron bars. Instead of answering, Jean shrugged and matched his eyes with him.

"Ha! Me, by the way. You're so young and you have a pretty good eye for a wizard! Wouldn't it be okay to be afraid of this body?”

Naturally, the Baengnangs were thinking of Jean as a wizard.

That's because Jean cut Roldt's throat and then immediately took Bradamante and hid him back in the lobes. There was nothing good about advertising 'I am a horseman' to the enemy.

Thanks to this, the Baengnangs recognized Jin and Enya as pure wizards.

"It's not too late to decide after hearing if your name is something to be feared."

When Jean said so, the Baeng-lang trembled. Then he clapped his hands and made a unique wolf cry.

"That's great! It's different from the humans who just played with them and killed them. I like you very much, you. My name is Golph Harpalep. It's not even an honorable duel, but it's awkward to say your name, haha."

Jin, who confirmed his name, breathed a sigh of relief into his mind.

'I was wondering if it might be the investment liker or the Beauto Wens because they're so big.’

Boussand Ryker and Beauto Wens are known to be very large among the famous warriors of the Baengnang tribe. And they were still too strong for Jean, as they were almost nine stars compared to humans.

Anyway, I've never heard of the name Goltep Hapalep in my previous life. It meant that he was unlikely to be a particularly outstanding warrior among the Baengnangs.

Of course, the Baengnangs, even if they were not investmentists or Beautos, could not relax as they themselves were said to have been born only for combat and massacre.

"Golph Harpalep, that's the first name I' I'm Jean Greida. This is Austin Gray, but you need to be a little afraid, don't you think? We wiped out your fellow wizards."

"What kind of fellow. If you take out the rolls, they're just meat balls to fill the head count. Don't be too proud to have killed some of those crap."

The Baengnangs were also specialized in the Great Magician Exhibition. Not only is it difficult to damage their strong bodies with less than six-star magic, but fur also has the ability to bounce off mana.

So even though Goltep classified Jin and Enya as "wizards of great skill," he was not nervous at all. Goltep also suspected that the two were almost out of mana, even though they appeared to be fine.

As many as 50 wizards, including Rolt and fake Orton, have fallen back into the current, Goltep's common sense is bound to judge that way.

"By the way, since Roldt is dead, I'll be in trouble if I just go back, um...…!”

Goltep squeezed his head for a moment and then clapped again.

"Okay! Let me make you a sweet suggestion. Your ability to kill Rolt and the meat is proven......why don't you do this? Instead of being crushed by a hammer and being my meal, I'm joining the Kinselo."

Jean's eyes grew bigger.

"Kinselo......? Isn't this the Dark Wizard Cave?"

"Oh, the Dark Wizardry is our Kinselo's, what is it? It's like a chapter. Kinselo only receives warriors. So wizards belong to the Dark Wizard Society."

I heard an incredibly interesting story. Since the seven-color crew members caught circumstantial evidence that Vishkel and Bubar belonged to Kinselo, Kinselo has been the focus of Jean's attention.

"It turns out that a white-collar worker named Quasito Truka, whom I faced on my first mission as a cadet, also seemed to belong to the Kinselo. Besides, it's the Dark Wizard Society.'

The Kinselo and the White Rangs.

What kind of relationship are they? With a hunch that perhaps the whole Baenglang might have something to do with Kinselo, I had a hunch that Kinselo was an unimaginable force.

In the dark magic society alone, there are at least nine more wizards with more than eight stars.

"In other words, you guys will be executives of the Dark Magic Council under Kinselo. I'd love to fill Rolt's place, and I'm ashamed to see you."

"Who's the head of the Kinselo?"

"After it became an executive. What do you say? You want to work with us. I think you guys are worth a lot more than those fellers over there. Especially I have a feeling that you're a particularly good thing."

Jean shook her head.

"Rolt, who's dead over there, told me the same thing as you, and I've been offered to join twice already. Does Kinselo seem to lack talent? You're picking too many people. We sprinkle executive positions like water."

"There is always a shortage of talent in turning the world upside down. And you said it's the second time, right? Usually a third chance doesn't come. You're already too good to die, that's all I've got."

Goltep, who erased his laughter, showed his energy.

As soon as he starts to wriggle up and down from his body, the air in the cave sinks heavily in a moment. Enah clenched her teeth and stared at Goltep, and Jean held her cane diagonally.

"Do you know how I answered, when Roult told you to come under him?"

"Tell me."

"You can't go under the weaker one than me. The same applies to you. If you want me to join the Kinselo, beat me first. If I lose, I'll seriously consider joining."

The flesh spreads in Goltep's eyes.

'I'm not feeling any good, but I can't feel any pressure for some reason.….’

Goltep pulled a hammer from his back.

Boom!

The weapon, larger than Luna's axe sword Krantel, sounded heavy, even though it only touched the floor lightly.

"You don't seem to be very smart for your abilities....... I see what you mean. But I made it clear, there won't be a third. The goodwill is over, there's nothing left but retribution."

Whoo!

When Goltep took his foot off, Enya flinched and pulled up his cane. He was embarrassed because he missed Goltep's move. It was not a four-star wizard, but a four-star warrior, at an unrecognizable speed.

Just a black figure blinking and narrowing the distance at once. At least six-star unmanned aerial vehicles will be able to react awkwardly.

Bang!

The hammer fell on the gin's shield. A single blow cracked, broke one side, and had to open a new protective shield in the third blow.

"Wooooooooooh-

In the short crack of the first shield, Enya spread a flame whip. But the magic of the four-star wind system can't even scratch Goltep's skin.

In that sense, Enya had the talent to be called a genius. Instead of Goltep's torso, he aimed exactly at the eye and shot the blade of the wind.

Aiming magic in the eyes of a fast-moving opponent is never easy.

But Goltep seems to be stingy.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it without blocking the wind blade of Enya. It was a scene that could not help but be surprised.

"As expected, it wasn't much. Don't just hit the shield, come on, show me your skills for that big mouth, Jean Grey."

Yap!

Spitting and eating again. There was no blood in the saliva, as if his tongue was not cut on the blade of the wind.

"Oh, how did you know I was a woman!"

"To deceive someone with such a shabby disguise."

"You guys fell for it!"

"That's why humans are not allowed. Anyways, get rid of the residue. I want to see Jean Grey's skills.”

Boom! Boom, boom! A hammer that moves fast enough to overshadow its heavy figure. It will soon reach its limit to stop it with a protective shield.

'It's no use pretending to be a pure wizard. I was hoping you could start with a single eyeball.’

I tried to look for snow in the same way as Jindo's Enya. Having confirmed that it was useless, there was no need to waste any more mana.

Above all.

As I watched Goltep's hammering quietly in the shield, I decided that there was no need to fight defensively.

"The reason why his energy wasn't so overwhelming, was it because I grew up?’

Pachang!

The fourth moment the protective barrier was broken, Jean threw the cane and pulled out Bradamante.

Jean who flips himself down and throws bradamante. Thanks to the opening of the eye, he was able to be sure that even if he was harmed, the hammer only brushed close to Enya's nose.

"Wow!"

Enya jerked her head back and screamed, and Goltep had to cut his thigh at an unexpected inspection. Feet, when a ray of blood splashed from his thigh, Goltep opens the street and spits out curses.

"Oh, my God! You were a horseman?"

"You guys fell for it."

Whoo-woo-ooh!

Varys spread from the blade of an oracle-painted bradamante.

Goltep only paused, but as if there was no problem, he overlaid a new ogre on the hammer.

"Somehow I thought Rolt's neck cut was so neat. It wasn't magic, it was cut with a sword......but nothing will change, Jean Grey. Oh, there's one thing. I won't kill you, I'll show you.”

Flip, swipe. Jean took the position, turning the bradamante lightly in her grasp.

"I'd advise you not to let your guard down. It's been a long time since I fought with the White Rangs, but I think it'll be a shame if it ends blandly."