�Even if it touches me, it will be death.�

1/80,000 night.

By splitting the rhythm even more finely, Natasha regained her composure and poured out continuous hits.

There were fist marks all over Rian�s body.

�Damn it!�damn it!�

Feeling a sense of shame that he couldn�t respond even when he saw it with his own eyes, Lian finally admitted it.

�I�m not suited for a sword.�

I have no talent.

�A guy like me will stop Ymir?�No, it�s better to leave it to this woman.�

Whoever wins will show a great battle.

�Why me?�

If Guy-hyung was alive, no, if the idea had been passed on to Lai-hyung.

�Reina noona is better than me too!��Even she was blue-haired.

�This bastard ? doesn�t know how to do anything!�What the hell am I going to do here�

As Natasha�s fist destroyed Lian�s left eye socket, half of her vision was lost.

�Why, why must it be me!��so it�s you

��.

Every cell in Lian seemed to be talking.

It is unknown whether it was a positive thought like a spark or a conclusion drawn by the Ogent dwelling in the cells.

However, what passed faster than a kaleidoscope was the figure of Ogent galloping through the heavens.

Losing even his human form, he shouted the name of Smille and raised his sword.

The enemy is mankind�s strongest swordman}.

�It�s never beautiful.�

Ogent saved Smille against the whole of Heaven.

�I see.�

Ryan�s dream is to become a swordsman who protects the brightest wizard in human history.

�It was that simple.�

Lian, whose face was distorted like a yaksha, grabbed the great sword with both hands and twisted his body.

Natasha�s pupils trembled.

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