Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 78: Sultan’s Magic Mirror (8)

“A monster.......”

Dang-oe let out a sigh at the sight of Sultan regenerating even after being poisoned.

Ss ...

The moment he finished speaking, Dang-oe's pupils turned dark green, both black and white.

The energy that humans are born with.

The source of life.

The Jinwonjinki that will surely kill or render you useless once flowed out, and Dang-oe's energy began to become several times stronger than before.

"I have to take at least one of you with me so that I can raise my head to the Danggaju even in the afterlife."

The Sultan flinched at Dang-oe's vicious appearance, his entire body covered in green poison beyond his eyes.

Dang-oe was currently trying to commit suicide with the Sultan.

Wheeeee─!

The Sultan immediately swung his spear at Dang-oe.

Dang-oe responded by exploding his Jinwonjinki.

No, he was going to order it.

────!

A purple line pierced the Sultan's chest.

In an instant, the Sultan's posture, which was about to thrust his spear, collapsed.

Seeing the tip of the spear shake, Dang-oe stopped detonating Jinwonjinki and quickly dodged his body.

Dang-oe's gaze turned to the direction from which Matan had come.

Thump, thump.

Someone was walking through the thick green poisonous smoke.

Dang-oe's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight.

'... ... How?'

The poisonous smoke that filled the space was not a simple poison.

It was Chuhonjeolmyeongsan (追魂絶命散), which was a poisonous poison that Dang-oe, a master of poisoning, had created throughout his life and was considered one of the eight most deadly poisons in the Tang family.

The deadliest poison of poisons, even chasing away and destroying the soul.

The poison that would kill an ordinary person just by inhaling a puff of smoke was Chuhonjeolmyeongsan.

Even Dang-oe was prohibited from using it unless his life was in danger.

However, a person walked into the smoke filled with such poison without any problem.

“Are you okay?”

“......Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course I am okay.”

“!”

The person answering showed no signs of having inhaled the poison.

He was fine, as if he was breathing in the air.

‘Chuhonjeolmyeongsan doesn’t work?’

Dang-oe was perplexed by the fact that the poison he had perfected throughout his life didn’t work.

Even the other person seemed to have come to help him.

Now that he thought about it, his voice sounded young.

He seemed to be no older than 30 at most.

“Let’s talk after we deal with that guy first.”

“That, that’s right.”

Dang-oe suddenly came to his senses at the young man’s words.

Now was not the time to just panic.

However, contrary to his resolve, Dang-oe could not help but panic again.

[... ... That’s right.]

“?!”

The Sultan’s chest, where the young man’s bullet passed through.

The center of his chest, where the hole was, was stained black.

‘... ... Poisoned?’

The Sultan, who had quickly detoxified no matter how much he poured on the wedding-death-killing-san, was not even able to regenerate when the young man shot him with the bullet.

He even looked in pain.

‘What kind of poison did you use?’

Dang-oe looked at the young man Choi Seo-jun, who was shooting the rifle, with surprised eyes.

*

‘It’s not easy.’

The hydra’s poison worked on the Sultan, but the problem was the process of getting it to reach him.

The Sultan avoided it as soon as he shot the bullet.

‘Too fast.’

Doo doo doo doo─

It was never easy to hit the Sultan riding his ghost horse and moving around in the darkness.

Even if he managed to hit it, it would be blocked by the pitch-black armor and bounced off.

The reason the first attack worked was because the Sultan was defenseless, melted by Dang-oe’s poison.

He was so focused on fighting Dang-oe that he didn’t even notice me.

However, I wasn’t the only one here.

Whirlwind hurling─!

Ten daggers shot out from Dang-oe’s hand and aimed for the Sultan.

The Sultan easily dodged the daggers while riding his ghost horse, then charged towards Dang-oe.

Doo doo doo doo─!

It was a threatening feeling as if darkness was closing in, but Dang-oe didn’t care and shot three daggers in succession.

The daggers were blocked by the Sultan's swinging spear and bounced off in vain.

Doo doo doo doo!

It seemed as if the Sultan, who had rushed in at any moment, would trample on Dang-oe.

However, the guy's charge stopped after leaving some distance.

Pububububububuk!

The daggers were stuck in the Sultan's exposed back, turning him into a hedgehog.

At first, the 10 daggers that the Sultan thought he had avoided were actually spinning in the air and aiming behind him.

'This is art.'

Dang-oe's dagger technique of distracting people's gaze and hitting them with daggers was truly a work of art.

However, even with such dagger technique, he could not subdue the Sultan.

Swish, swish.

The magic energy of the hot spot seeped into the Sultan's skin, and his wounds disappeared as if they had been washed away.

Not only that, the magic energy was pushed into Dang-oe.

Dang-oe had to move his body here and there to avoid the darkness that was targeting him.

To a living human, the magic itself was a great threat.

Dang-oe could no longer emit his dark energy while avoiding the darkness that was approaching from all sides.

Taang─!

Taang─!

The magic bullet I shot was also eaten by the wall of darkness that Sultan had erected and disappeared.

It was just a simple magic bullet, but the concentration was so thick that even the magic bullet melted.

Sultan, who freely controlled the magic of the hot spot, seemed like an unconquerable monster.

But... ... .

I suddenly looked at Sultan and wondered.

‘Why aren’t you moving?’

Sultan, who had been riding his ghost horse like crazy, was standing still as if he had been nailed to the ground.

The guy who had been charging and trying to trample Dang-oe with his horse’s hooves before.

Taang─!

Taang─!

The guy who shot the Matando as a test shot stood still and blocked it with darkness.

'Is that so?'

I noticed something and walked towards him.

At that moment, a tidal wave of dense magic surged towards me.

"This is dangerous!"

Dang-oe shouted.

But I walked towards the tidal wave of magic.

"This is dangerous!"

Dang-oe let out a frustrated voice as he saw me being swallowed up by the darkness.

If a living person is poisoned by a magic that is much more dense than a hot spot, they will lose all their vitality and die.

However... ... .

Step, step, step.

"!"

I calmly walked out of the darkness.

I looked perfectly fine, unaffected.

Wheeaaaak─!

The darkness surged again like a tidal wave, but nothing changed.

I passed the magic as if I was being hit by a cool breeze.

[Blessing of the Underworld]

Because of the protection Hades gave me, Magi was no different from Magic to me.

“How can Magi...!”

I approached the Sultan, leaving behind the astonished voices outside the party.

He was still standing in the same spot as before.

There was no other way.

He ‘couldn’t move’ while controlling Magi.

“Can’t I avoid it at this distance?”

I raised Napoleon’s rifle at close range to the Sultan.

Taang─!

The fired Magi bullet was blocked by the wall of Magi.

Taang─! Taang─!

I ignored it and continued to fire Magi bullets as I approached the Sultan.

Taang─! Taang─!

He blocked the Magi bullets with Magi and watched me approach.

If I moved, I wouldn't be able to block the magic bullet, and if I tried to dodge by moving, my distance was too close.

And... ... .

[Warriors of the Sultan of Rum, wake up.]

I entered the magic realm and could hear the Sultan's voice for the first time.

─ The souls of the warriors of the Rum Sultan awaken.

Hundreds, thousands of ghost knights appeared.

The knights riding the ghost °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° horses looked just as they did when they were alive.

─ Muslim warriors who followed the Rum Sultan.

Each of these ghost knights was the soul of a Muslim warrior who followed the Rum Sultan when he was alive.

The warriors who had fought against the advance of the First Crusade led by Godfrey de Bouillon, the Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo ─

Thousands of Muslim troops surged toward me.

The one who charged at the forefront with a spear was the King of the Rum Sultanate -

Klütz Arslan I.

He and the Muslim warriors who followed him had the same appearance and majesty as when they were alive.

As if they were not dead,

─Waaaaaaaaa!

They roared as if they were alive.

However, the illusive gallop.

The army of ghosts-

Whaaa ...