To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 622

episode 622 awakening (4)

sieg looked at his own hand that cut down the black room.

full of energy.

for a moment, when he swung the sword, he didn’t feel any weight at all.

in addition to that, the pleasure of flowing mana inside the body along the widened mana road.

a shiver went through his whole body.

‘until i make it mine... i’d better refrain from doing so for the time being.’

power is like a double-edged sword.

there are quite a few people who fell into the path of black magic because they became drunk with unfamiliar power, became a demon, enjoyed killing, and wanted to taste the sweetness of enlightenment again.

it felt like i finally understood why ray, despite having great power, lived with mana suppressed.

after sorting out the situation, he approached the scattered black and red spirits.

looking at the enemy who can’t even speak properly.

zeke took out two bottles from his pocket.

“pull out your sword and drink. i’ll help you with the sword stuck in your back.”

“...”

jeokyoung looked at him.

at most, a bottle the size of the palm of your hand.

the liquid dripping inside must be an expensive potion.

have i become cool for some reason?

even without asking, zeke explained.

“because eucliwood’s back is bad. somehow, i brought a few bottles.”

eucliwood.

did she, who was cold in front of her, give them a potion?

the enemy laughed.

“...you can’t just look the same forever.”

he closed his eyes

i grabbed the sword stuck in my side with my hand, took a few deep breaths, and then pulled it out in one go.

slam-!

with the sound of blood dripping, jeokyoung’s complexion turned white.

“heo-eok... hee-eok...”

the organs that had already been damaged to the point of injury gave me a momentary forgotten excruciating pain.

worried about what to do if he loses consciousness due to shock inside, zeke slowly approached jeokyoung.

a bastard sword stuck in his back.

if he pulled out the sword that almost pierced his back, the blood would probably drain out in an instant.

he glanced at the enemy.

then he opened his mouth with a lifeless face.

“keukkeuk... don’t pick it up quickly...”

before he could finish his words.

the enemy’s body trembled as if it would collapse.

he almost lost consciousness for a moment, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

i’m trying so hard that blood oozes from my lips, but it’s still hard to catch the consciousness of getting away.

it was such a fierce battle.

not only was he physically and mentally exhausted from swinging the sword for over half a day, but he was also seriously injured, so he was bleeding too much.

he was forcibly stopping the bleeding by putting mana into it, but he didn’t know how long he could last with the mana that had already been exhausted.

zeke said with a worried face that didn’t respond.

“if you can’t hold out, you will die.”

“...sounds unlucky. enough with the nonsense, so go ahead and pull it out.”

is it because he doesn’t want to show his weak side even when his strength is exhausted?

jeok-young deliberately straightened his back, showing his back.

“...”

what should i do if i ask for the person to be chosen.

zeke didn’t ask twice.

instead of answering, he grabbed his sword bottle.

apply strength to the hand and pull it out at once so that the pain does not last long.

pooh-!

an eerie sound rang out briefly.

along with him, blood splashed here and there and broke jeokyoung’s body.

surprised, he stepped back, and the black man came closer to danju.

“betrayal is only death. if you run away on your own, the old woman will be the first to find it and kill it herself.”

a strong energy like demonic energy flowed from him.

i was short of breath.

he himself was proud that he had reached a level not small by any means, but when he stood in front of a middle-aged man, he could not move a single finger at will.

danju, who was drooling and struggling, managed to open her mouth.

“keuhuk... that’s not going to happen... keuhuk...”

“i’m a little worried that you’re going to do what you said... i’m a little worried that you’re plotting in a quiet place.”

“i... never... will...”

without even finishing the words.

as danju’s eyes gradually brightened, the black man waved his hand once to release the pressure.

dump-!

“huh! huh!”

danju, who was holding his neck and gasping for breath, hurriedly put his head on the ground.

“believe me! this time... this time it will be different...!”

there was a hint of desperation on his face, full of fear.

looking down at danju, who was bowing at her feet.

the black man murmured softly.

“trust me for the last time. we must not disappoint you this time.”

“i see!”

coo-!

danju hit his forehead.

“but i thought the blue sword team would be defeated. looks like an ambush is hiding.”

originally, it would have been normal to have pushed the principality away with a swift blow.

how could all the goblins deal with auras, and the blue swords they believed in would come back transformed into corpses?

after thinking for a moment, the black man smiled happily.

“it’s nice to have the taste of fighting. good night. it’s the last chance i gave you, so let’s help the old lady too.”

at those words, danju’s eyes began to sparkle again.

“is that for real?”

although he is scary, he is a person who does not know the end of his skills alone.

if he comes forward, things will be easier.

at least i can be less worried about losing the war and things going wrong.

‘after all, what they’re after isn’t money or territory.’

there was no need to share supplies, so it could be said to be the best ally.

the thought of winning the war and becoming famous along with the recognition of the kingdom is already straining.

danju of the mercenary corps lowered his head and smiled quietly.

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“dirty mercenaries. dark-roomed bastards who are dirtier than that.”

ray spared no effort in spitting out curse words at every step he took.

“it’s like people with no morals. how dare you rob an ownerless house? when we arrive, i’ll make them all with firewood in the furnace.”

he inevitably grinds his teeth and teases his body.

upon hearing the news that heukbang had come to rob an empty house, he left the kingdom of heron without taking anything to pack.

is that all?

since i couldn’t pay the price properly, it was like giving only magic tools to the kingdom of heron, so i felt sick to my stomach at the unwanted donation (?).

“i thought there was still time left. mmm.”

i thought he was conserving the power he had consumed by artificially creating saints and sacrificing them to create the demonic realm.

it seemed that the recovery was faster than expected, seeing that they openly raised troops and planned a war.

it was not the time to relax.

he had no intention of letting black bang strike first.

“if you don’t prepare quickly, you might end up taking a shot.”

there was a feeling that too much time was wasted in the kingdom of heron.

there are many kingdoms that need to prepare for war by installing magic tools.

if this continues, the unification of the continent in the hands of the black room will come first.

i haven’t even gotten married yet, but it’s a shame that the world is ending, so ray’s decision was quick.

‘it would be better to build a wall around the nearby kingdom.’

place celia in the center and arm the surrounding kingdoms with magic tools.

that way, even in the worst case, it would be possible to prevent the power of the black room from becoming extremely large.