Sand Mage of the Burnt Desert - Chapter 315



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Episode 315

There was not a shred of sympathy on Zeon’s face as he watched the scavengers burning with their desperate screams.

White phosphorus fire.

The devil’s fire that only goes out after burning everything down to the bones.

It was the worst skill that could be used on a human.

It was so cruel that even Zeon refrained from using it unless absolutely necessary. However, given the circumstances, he unleashed it without hesitation.

Hurrruk!

An undying flame illuminated the underground space.

The sight of the scavengers running and rolling around to put out the fire on their bodies almost looked like they were dancing.

“crazy!”

“이 개새끼야!”

Hotsim and Atli, who barely escaped the white phosphorus, let out shouts of anger.

If they had been hit by that skill, they would have ended up like that.

They had burned countless people to death, but they did not want to burn themselves to death.

Their anger towards Zeon, who had displayed such a terrible skill so casually, made them turn against him.

Their eyes rolled back and they rushed at Zeon without looking back.

“Khuuuuuuuuu!”

The first one to run was Bucksher, a lycanthrope.

A bucksher with its entire body covered in fur and its large mouth wide open runs towards you.

Lycanthropes basically had a body several times stronger than a human’s.

Among the Lycanthropes, Bucksher had top-tier fighting power.

In terms of pure combat power, it was comparable to a B-class Awakened One.

It has the power and speed to tear apart even the most skilled martial artist in an instant.

He arrived in front of Zeon in an instant and grabbed Zeon’s wrists.

I believed that if I pulled it in both directions like this, I would be able to tear the fragile human body apart like a sheet of paper.

“Ugh!”

But no matter how hard he tried, Zeon wouldn’t budge.

Even nails as hard as diamonds could not penetrate Zeon’s flesh.

‘what?’

At that moment, Zeon turned his arm sharply and shook off Bucksher’s hand.

Bucksher was momentarily confused when he lost control of Zeon.

Phew!

At that moment, Zeon’s fist struck Bucksher’s jaw.

“Keep on!”

Bucksher screamed and staggered.

Because a huge impact pierced my head and I lost consciousness for a moment.

Although he quickly regained consciousness with the help of Lycanthropy, his body had difficulty maintaining balance and he fell to his knees.

Zeon slammed his knee into Bucksher’s head.

Snap!

Bucksher’s head snapped back with a bone-crunching sound.

Zeon grabbed Bucksher’s head with both hands and then stomped on it with his knees.

Boom! Bam! Bam!

An eerie cracking sound continued to echo throughout the nest.

Every time Zeon’s knees struck, Bucksher’s face was crushed beyond recognition.

Even though Lycanthrope had excellent resilience, he was unable to recover quickly after receiving this level of shock repeatedly.

“Fuck! I can’t stop.”

Atli, unable to stand watching, brought his battle axe down on Zeon’s head.

Wedge!

The dwarf’s strong power was put into the already heavy battle axe. Naturally, its speed and power were bound to be extraordinary.

However, Xeon’s reaction speed and power were also exceptionally excellent.

phut!

He tilted his head back to avoid the battle axe, and at the same time hit Atli’s nose with the back of his hand.

Atlee’s face distorted as his nose sank.

“Fuck!”

Atlee shouted, holding his nose and stepping back.

Zeon waved his hand at Atli.

Shushu shu shu!

In an instant, dozens of fire missiles were fired.

“It’s dangerous!”

Hotsim blocked Atli’s path and swung his Shamshir.

The Aura-laden Shamshir cut down all the fire missiles.

Even though he had fled here, being chased by Zeon, Hotsim’s skills were real.

Hotsim, who had cut down all the fire missiles in an instant, rushed towards Zeon and stabbed his neck.

At that moment, a wall of sand appeared in front of Zeon.

Before I knew it, I had opened a subspace and poured out sand.

Phew!

Hotsim’s sword was blocked by a wall of sand and could not advance any further.

“Fuck!”

Hotsim moved Mana while cursing.

Mana was converted into aura and injected into Shamshir.

Phew!

In an instant, the sand wall that Zeon had created burst apart with a loud noise.

Hotsim tried to take advantage of this momentum and cut off Zeon’s head. However, Zeon was not there.

Instead, what stood there was a soldier made of sand, the Sand Soldier.

It wasn’t just one or two.

A whopping twenty were summoned.

The corners of Zeon’s mouth twisted upward.

The sand is circulated.

The sand that is broken while building a wall will become a Sand Soldier again, and even if a Sand Soldier breaks, it can be recycled into another skill.

This cycle continues forever as long as Zeon’s mana is not depleted.

For the enemy, this hellish moment is repeated endlessly.

“good!”

As soon as Zeon finished speaking, the Sand Soldiers attacked Hotsim and his men.

Phew!

The Sand Soldier’s fist slams into the back of Bucksher’s head, who has just finished regenerating his face.

“Ugh!”

Bucksher fell to his knees again with a scream.

Three or four sand soldiers mounted behind him and attacked indiscriminately.

“What the heck? These kids… … .”

Atli also swung his battle axe frantically to deal with the sand soldiers attacking him.

“Eww! Shit!”

Among them, Akashi, who had the weakest fighting ability, was cornered by the Sand Soldiers’ attack.

But Hotsim couldn’t help him.

Because he also had a bunch of Sand Soldiers attached to him.

Boom! Boom!

Sand Soldiers that regenerate even after being broken again and again.

Although their individual fighting power was not as strong as Hotsim’s, there were so many of them and they were constantly regenerated that Hotsim eventually ran out of mana.

The uncontrollable anger exploded.

“I will definitely kill you.”

The blood vessels in his eyes burst due to excessive use of mana, and his eyes turned bloodshot. Hotsim’s eyes flashed red like blood and he swore, looking like an evil spirit.

His voice, full of madness, had the power to frighten others. But to Zeon, it sounded like a fleeting scream.

Normally, only scared dogs bark loudly, but a real beast doesn’t bark like that.

Hotsim wasn’t really a strong man.

He was nothing more than a coward who only committed violence against those weaker than him.

Many people in the survivor village died because of such a person.

That’s why their deaths felt pitiful.

As Zeon waved his hand, a sand viper emerged from the sand and flew towards Hotsim.

A viper blasted through Hotsim’s right arm, who was holding Shamshir.

Phew!

“Ugh!”

Hashim screamed in pain as his right hand was crushed like clay.

Having lost his weapon, Hotsim could no longer protect himself from the Sand Soldiers.

Bam! Bam!

The sand soldiers pounded him like a sandbag.

Hotsim’s body gradually became distorted by the merciless violence.

Hotsim tried to counterattack using his remaining mana, but the Sand Soldiers pressed forward without giving him time to manage his mana.

Like Bucksher, Hotsim’s face was also distorted beyond recognition.

“Khuuuuuuuuu!”

At that moment, Bucksher shook off the Sand Soldiers that were weighing him down and ran towards Hotsim.

The idea is to somehow find the hot spot.

It was possible because it was a lycanthrope.

If it weren’t for the aggression, strength, and regenerative powers unique to werewolves, they would have died long ago from the attacks of the Sand Soldiers.

Zeon smiled coldly as he looked at that Bucksher.

Bucksher’s loyalty is commendable, but it did not save his life.

A single spark bloomed at Zeon’s fingertips.

It was a white rhododendron.

As Jeon waved his hand, Baekrinhwa fluttered like a butterfly and landed on Bucksher’s chest.

“… … .”

Phew!

The moment Bucksher swallowed his saliva, the white phosphorus exploded and covered his entire body.

“Kwaaak!”

His desperate screams echoed throughout the five nests.

The advantage of Lycanthrope is its strong regenerative power. No matter how severe the injury, it can easily regenerate if given enough time.

Such abilities actually proved to be a disaster for Bucksher.

This is because Baekrinhwa burned the regenerating flesh in real time.

The time it took for Baekrinhwa to burn and the speed at which flesh regenerated were similar.

If the speed at which the white phosphorus was burning had been much faster, it would have all burned up and turned to ashes long ago, but since the flesh kept regenerating and growing back, the suffering only got longer.

Bucksher rolled around on the floor trying to put out the fire, but it was no use. If the fire was going to go out that way, Xeon wouldn’t have used it.

Like Sisyphus, who was condemned to roll a rock up a hill for eternity for deceiving the gods, Bucksher was also condemned to endless suffering.

Zeon walked past the bucksher rolling on the floor and approached Hotsim.

Hotsim was lying on the floor with his left hand shattered. The Sand Soldiers were pressing down on Hotsim’s back with their knees.

“Eww! Shit!”

Hotsim, unable to control his anger, screamed.

Zeon asked him.

“Are you angry?”

“You call that talking? You fucking punk! I’m going to kill you.”

“How?”

“Without those sandballs, you’re no match for me. You cowardly little punk! You can’t do anything without sand… … .”

“Do you really think so?”

“Fuck! If you feel wronged, get rid of these sand people. I’ll deal with them.”

Zeon smirked at Hotsim’s provocation and said.

“no, I do not want.”

“what?”

“I don’t want to. Sand is my ability, and I’m going to fight without it. How can you be so stubborn?”

“You coward!”

“Even if you’re a coward, it’s okay if you’re called a coward. I’ll be the winner anyway.”

“profit!”

“So the loser must simply listen to the winner. Otherwise, the pain will only get worse. Let me ask you one last time. Tell me the identity of the Odok clan.”

“Fuck!

“It would be better to say everything you remember: face, age, gender, height, features, etc.”

“That’s funny! Do you think I would say that?”

“I’ll tell you soon.”

Despite Hotsim’s swearing, Jeon’s expression didn’t change at all and he spoke calmly.

Cold eyes and dry speech.

In that moment, Hotsim felt the surrounding temperature become cold.

Goosebumps ran down his skin as he was crushed by the Sand Soldier.

At that moment, Zeon pulled out a glass bottle from subspace.

Hotsim blankly stared at Jeon, wondering what nonsense he was up to.

Get going!

Inside the glass bottle were two long, thin objects, as if they were twisted wires.

Zeon took one of them out and placed it in front of Hotsim’s nose.

“What is this?”

“It’s a demon called Ghost Song.”

“Fuck! Do you think I’d be scared of demons? I’m not scared of demons at all.”

“You’ll find out soon enough. From now on, you’ll have to grit your teeth and endure it, because I’m going to give you a thirsty horse.”

Chororokrok!

Jeon poured the water from the pitcher rolling on the floor into the ghost song.

When the water touched it, the ghostly thorn that had been like wire began to stir and wake up.

The awakened Ghostly Love Potion was the first to capture the nearest living creature.

The ghostly poem that discovered the hot heart creaks and approaches.

At the sight of such a ghostly love song, Hotsim felt a primal fear.

“Damn it! I’m going to tell you, so why don’t you clean it up quickly?”

“It’s late.”

Zeon shook his head with a look of disappointment.

Meanwhile, the ghost song that had approached Hashim began to pry his lips and enter him.

Hotsim gritted his teeth, but it was no use.

Hotsim opened his eyes wide at the foreign sensation in his mouth.

After a while, Hotsim shouted loudly.

“Water! Give me water.”