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Chapter 44

“Get ready!”

The bald head yelled at the people. The intention to dispel the turmoil and prepare for battle was self-evident.

I also lifted my backpack and said to the young mad horse.

“Let’s arm yourself from now on.”

Unwritten rules of the underworld.

Porters may only arm themselves with the permission of their employer. This rule was created because there are many porters who stab their employers in the back.

The young madman took out a cheap pistol from his small pack.

A dagger that he probably bought at a Cheonnyang Mart was also worn around his waist. Then he stared blankly at me. It was like waiting for my backpack to be handed over.

“please. That’s my job.”

“Do you think this will make you feel good? late.”

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know this is the job of porters like me? There are many people watching, so please hurry up. Who would you like to see cut off?”

“Originally, things like work were cut off long ago.”

Even then, the whispers about me hadn’t stopped.

Starting with things people haven’t seen so much, and even saying what’s wrong with that.

It was mostly the porters.

The talented people were speechless. Instead, accusations toward me poured out from their cold eyes.

“It was too loud. Hey, be careful.”

While on the move, the bald head was secretly attached.

“I have been told to listen. Actually, I didn’t say anything I couldn’t.”

“Divinity is in a different place than ordinary people.”

“There is no difference. In any case, you will have to be careful with your strategy.”

It’s not just spitting words.

[The writer is getting more worried.

“special. special. Can’t go easy ah… … .” ]

The bad feeling the witch mentioned might be referring to the author… … .

A fun stage is good, but do it in moderation. moderately yes?

The whispers directed at me disappeared as I entered the building.

There were many people, but only the sound of footsteps echoed.

A school with no students has a chilly atmosphere. Even more, the tension created by the group at the same time was added.

The young madman kept his lips tightly closed and was busy taking in the surroundings as they passed by. As if something would pop out of there right away.

But is there anyone more creepy than me?

Ahh. Author.

[The writer has reinforced (Backside World*Jeonju Wonmyeong Elementary School).

“Good!” ]

[Reinforced content: School violence by the Iljins was a big problem in Wonmyeong Elementary School.

In the case of Iljin, who was called one-punch sleeping pill, or Wonsu for short, he used to collect milk from his classmates and force feed it to a child. Undecided below. ]

One-punch sleeping pills, enemies for short? Force-feeding your classmates with milk?

It’s not even fun.

What kind of insidious plan is the author planning? Besides, the following is undecided, how much more do you want to stick!

Author… … Let’s go easy for once, okay?

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More than three hundred people were going up according to the order of entry. The goal is the 5th floor.

Then the procession stopped. I was supposed to enter last, so I was still on the stairs, unlike those in the front, because I was the last.

Then I saw the young madman shaking his hands.

“If you’re that scared, you should have left this place long ago.”

The young madman was furious and his eyes widened. So it looks more pitiful.

The young madman was beaten by a pitiful fellow. He was more nervous than the others.

He was the youngest of the group, and his armament and armor were the worst. It would have to be.

I’m the only one who can trust him, but I’ve also clearly drawn a line with him from one point on.

He soon became annoyed and stopped trying to say something.

That’s how it eased his tension, so that’s it.

Start entering!-

A voice rang out from above.

The procession sped up abruptly. It was noisy with the sounds of bustling movements.

I strode up the stairs as well.

The sound quickly faded.

When we reached the top of the stairs on the 5th floor, there were not many people left.

The back door of the classroom was wide open.

Even the last group in front of me and the young madman jumped into it.

So many people entered the classroom, but what appeared to be an open door was nothing more than an empty elementary school classroom.

When I hesitated, the young madman opened his eyes.

“Go in! If you hit and run, you’ll be killed!”

“… … Use it when you are in danger.”

After being immersed in the character of Lee Hwan, I didn’t know that this opportunity might not come.

After putting the magnum revolver he was wearing around his waist as a spare in his hand, he stepped into the classroom.

[ The author has started paragraph #1. – The strongest person in the world with self-interest, episode 12

“The last episode of 3 consecutive years! Go!” ]

The writer’s message was quickly buried by the things pouring in all at once.

Woe-!

Sounds and smells and new things to see. I just passed through one door, but the scene changed from pole to pole, stimulating my senses as much as possible.

“Aww!”

Those who struggle, clutching their melting faces. The one who shouts at their squad.

“Don’t approach the captain! don’t approach me! Keep your distance and respond!”

“Kieek-!!”

“Hold the defenses! Stay out of line!”

“Shoot!”

“Kieek!”

Sharpmen running rampant over corpses of humans and demons alike.

Behind all of that, the towering iron objects were taking over the world with a sense of colossal coercion. Could these be?

I guess it was right.

They are the legs of a certain desk or a certain chair.

However, the Sharpmen are still the same size, and if it weren’t for those miscellaneous things, we might have been engulfed in the illusion that we had become as small as ants.

Dada. Dadadadadak!-

I raised my gaze a little higher above the sight of sharp men exploding endlessly at bullets, martial arts, and magic.

Sharpmen were pouring down from above on desks, chair legs, and huge iron objects like buildings.

heat.

Even on chairs. Even above the higher desks.

All of them, in small clusters, were Sharpmen.

Not to mention the sound of gunfire and the vibration of grenades that resonate.

The number of Sharpmen on the ground continued to grow just like that.

That was the sight I saw as I arrived at the location of the rear squad.

After I settled down, I caught sight of the Sharpman captains who were rampaging on the ground.

[ Wonmyeong Elementary School Sharpman Captain (Devil)

It appears only in ‘The Underworld Wonmyeong Elementary School’.

It contains a strong corrosive milky liquid. When it is in danger, it bursts the venom that fills its body and dies.

＜Acid poison＞ ]

It’s because of these guys that you smell the rotten milk as soon as you enter.

The beating of their hearts was stronger than normal Sharpman’s to the extent that it could be seen from the outside, and in particular, the Sharpman captains this time even had whitish venom flowing from the corners of their mouths.

What the hell is the boss here, why do guys like that come out?

They are the ones who have no answer with normal bullets. At least they should be fed with Aktan.

However, in the midst of a melee, most of the people who are reluctant to shoot evil bullets in this situation.

Since it is a difficult battle to claim the loot, it is common to ignore it because someone else will handle it, even if it is not you.

Then, if it comes to me and explodes, it will be too late to regret it.

Woo-woo-woo!

“Kwaaa!!”

A sharpman captain exploded on one side. that side is messed up

In any case, the situation was figured out. Other people don’t know, but there doesn’t seem to be anything that poses a direct threat to me right now.

Among the Sharpman captains, I specifically moved one that stood out.

He was a guy whose speed was accelerating. While the skillful shooters and wizards were targeting the others, there were a few lucky ones who weren’t attacked by abilities like that one.

You can’t miss those delicious things.

In the direction he was facing, mournful cries spewed out.

“The captain is coming!”

“support! support!”

The squad members on that side shouted with all their might. However, in the case of urgency, support does not come as easily as anywhere.

In the meantime, when I appeared, they looked at me like some sort of end-of-the-century savior.

“Stop shooting. I will take care of that monster. Those who sharpen their guns behind my back will be finished and I will repay you in kind, so keep that in mind.”

I made it clear to the mad horse who was gasping for breath.

“You guys, watch closely to see who does it.”

“yes!”

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The spirit of the Heavenly Demon and the Twelve Great Laws.

A savory taste lingered, and a cool energy focused around the eyes.

My eyes, reflected in the blade of the sword, were filled with pitch black without whites. It was a peculiar phenomenon when the seal was opened.

Then the excited voice of doom echoed from the depths of the room.

– Does it taste like milk? Somehow it smells like that. My daughter likes coffee. Anyway, anything is fine, so just be the colonel.

There were many things running ahead of the Sharpman captain.

Dadak. Dadak. Dadak-!

I pointed my rifle at the front. The entire magazine was filled with evil bullets, so rather than shooting wildly, I took aim and took care of them one by one.

They must have been so good at regenerating themselves that they collapsed after feeding three or four at a time.

An expert like me handles a rifle like a handgun.

The weight and recoil of the barrel were not a problem with one hand, so the other hand continued to fire continuously, replacing the magazine whenever the magazine was empty.

When you’ve emptied four of the magazines you’ve been equipped with.

The area around the sharpman captain was temporarily empty. The group of people who ran with me either became corpses from my bullets or fell far behind him.

It’s just him and me on the straight line connecting us like that.

“A monster that is true to its instincts no matter how you look at it.”

These have never deviated from their original appearance.

The boss bastard is more primitive.

They were born to kill the target in front of them.

Two arms replaced by a blade-like exoskeleton. Hard, pointed teeth.

All of them are appearances and powers given only to kill living beings.

In addition, it has a venom that can burn and melt the target.

So why not?

The moment you recognize a target different from yourself, you open your eyes to your instincts and lose your mind.

Like a mad dog with rabies. Bite bubbles and rush

hahahaha! He begs me to kill him like this and runs to him, but I have to kill him.