�it�s okay.�Let�s go and see it, and let�s get rid of it quickly.�

As if expressing sincerity, Mahatu accelerated his steps.

The place they arrived at was a huge iron gate with a giant sculpture engraved on it.

�This is the warrior�s room.�Warriors who want to go to heaven are waiting here.�

When Mahatu opened the iron door, Gaold quickly entered and the party followed.

The seven warriors Mahatu said were sitting in different places, keeping a keen eye on Gaold.

The swordsman, who was sitting with a longsword in his arms, asked.

�A warrior or an angel?�

Gaold didn�t respond, checked the faces of the seven people, then turned to Sein and said.

�You have to be at least level 6 certified.�Other than that, it�s not worth evaluating.�

The wizard in the corner frowned.

�You talk as if you�re going to be a certified 6th grader.�

�What if?�

�haha!�Is that why you�re so arrogant?�Certified wizards, I�ve killed countless times.�It�s anachronistic to judge skill by rank.�How much hell you have experienced, how life and life are divided depending on it.�

The wizard walked away, revealing the five rings on his right hand.

The man holding the sword said nervously.

�Hey, you know I asked first?�

�Doesn�t it matter?�Anyone can go as long as they have the skills.�Wasn�t that the rule?�

The wizard in front of Gaold waved his right hand and gestured for him to come in.

�I will teach you the state of those who have escaped the water supply.�

Gaold�s index finger aimed at him.

The moment the air gun exploded with a bang, the magician�s body crashed into the wall.�He spurted blood and hit his butt on the floor, his head bowed deeply and he could not move any further.

�next.�

Sirone frowned.

He didn�t intend to kill him like he did in the association�s underground bunker, but he knew the power of Gaold�s air gun better than anyone else.

�I also agree with what he said earlier.�

An elderly wizard walked to the center, easing his neck.

�There is a level beyond the number of degrees.�But to those who are not backed by their skills, theories are just delusions.�I�d be a little different����!�

At the same time as the magician�s face crumpled to one side, the back of Gaold�s hand, which had cast teleportation, hit his face and passed by.

The wizard, whose head shook left and right like a punch bowl, collapsed like a piece of wood. JrNovels.com