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Kuehek-
The guy who was lying face down, spitting out blood and vomit, stumbled and barely got up. I don’t let down my guard. The big fish hasn’t appeared yet. I took my time without killing him. I was a little anxious, but at the same time, I had great expectations. He’s not a ‘Saiyan’ and he won’t look like Mystic Gohan fighting Cell, right?
“I feel sorry for you. “I can’t believe I have to use this power here, on someone like you.”
“Yes, I was waiting.”
“It was a means to kill the abominable king. Now that this has happened, I will kill you and replace your brothers and sisters.”
“Brothers and sisters? really? uh… huh. Try hard. Ugh-”
“under! As befits an aristocrat, there’s no such thing as brother and sister love. “You are also a pig.”
“No, it’s not like that. I’m encouraging you. Really. Can you save me? Let’s not do this now… No, you go to Quartz Castle right away and leave me alone… … .”
“The joke is over.”
Jijijik-!
His last struggle.
I was embarrassed, but I tried to remain calm and watched his actions.
It was suicide. The bastard tore open his left chest with his right hand and pulled out his beating heart. The sound of the heart being ripped out was terrifying. Every time the heart in his hand beat, black blood poured out. I finally couldn’t bear it and frowned at the extremely disgusting sight.
“What are you doing?”
“Kehehe!”
The guy laughed.
Knock-just right.
An unpleasant sound in my ears.
Tick-tock-tock-
The source of the increasingly loud sound was its heart. Only then did I discover a small needle stuck deep inside its heart. The two needles had the same shape but were different sizes. When I realized that the repeated unpleasant sound was the sound of a clock ticking, I realized that the needle stuck in my heart was the clock hand.
At that moment, the ground around him collapsed and the bottomless pit opened.
The one who jumped out of the bottomless pit was a rabbit demon. The thing’s red eyes flashed and it hated Fahed.
“found. How dare you… … .”
It was then. Fahed pounced on the rabbit demon. It was clearly a futile resistance. The power of the rabbit demon that killed Rat Man in an instant is much stronger than that of Fahed, a high-ranking demon. But something unexpected happened. Farhead’s claws dug into the rabbit demon’s chest and cut out a piece of his flesh. He started to catch and eat the rabbit demon. The devil’s blood wets the corners of Fahed’s mouth. The flesh is torn apart. Drink the spilled organs. Humans eat demons.
I was speechless at the contradictory and disgusting sight. Without realizing it, I hesitated and took a step back.
[Kekkeek-]
Eventually, Fahed took out the ‘heart’ of the rabbit devil and drove the devil’s heart into his empty chest. how? why? The rabbit demon couldn’t resist and was eaten by Farhead, right?
[Kekkeekkeekkeekkeek-!]
The guy’s spirit was unusual.
Gaegane-!
Dalby also reacted to Farhead’s change. The power of the angry spirit flowed in.
I raised the power of the ball and used release magic mixed with Dalby’s power. The power of the devil, apart from ‘strength’, was often an unknown force whose identity was unknown. Close combat against unknown enemies is at a disadvantage.
Reverse Meteor.
The full power was released all at once.
Kwakwakwak!
It has become much more powerful than the reverse meteor magic that killed the demon in Kalbane Village.
Dozens of red moon rocks were released and hit the guy. It was a magic that unleashed the power of the ball to destroy the devil and the power of the spirit beast, which is the opposite of the devil’s energy. A magic that will definitely hit even high-level demons.
but.
“under.”
Before the magic reached him, it changed form.
Cocoon form.
A hard exoskeleton protected him, like an insect.
Reverse Meteor didn’t do any damage.
Eventually, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, it tore off its cocoon and began to hatch. The one that came out of the cocoon was not a beautiful butterfly. He had small thorns sprouting all over his body and his eyes were elongated like snails. He had a terrible and disgusting appearance, like a villain from a horror comic. I’ve seen many demons so far, but this one looks the most disgusting. The subject also had wings. When it shook its back, wings sprouted. No, should we call those wings? Hundreds of human fingers were woven together to form a skeleton, and the wing membrane was the human ‘facial skin’. What was even more terrifying was that each piece of leather had its mouth open as if screaming.
Kiek?
Now he has even forgotten how to speak.
The guy’s eyes, which were rotating 360 degrees and looking around, checked me.
I took a defensive stance, but it didn’t attack me.
Quack, quack, quack!
The hungry bastard started eating the demon corpses around him. Its wings had no flight function. Instead, he wrapped his wings around the carcass, and like a piranha, the facial skins that made up the wing membranes ripped off the skin and ate it.
“f*ck, really… … .”
At this point, it doesn’t matter if you win or lose, you’re fundamentally in a hurry.
I felt like I was the protagonist of a slasher movie. Dalbi was also trembling and held in my arms. She says that’s not the devil. Not even human. It is ‘something more terrible than the devil’ that was born when humans ate the devil.
Keck-
He was preparing for the situation by displaying his Cheonan Tong to its peak.
The guy moved. It rushed forward, emitting a dark red-colored instrument that shimmered with hatred. Movement was visible. But the body.
I couldn’t react.
puck!
The scene where the guy’s fist hits the abdomen is shown in slow motion. Honil Donghwa’s armor, in which the spirit’s power is condensed, slowly breaks down. It pierces armor and crushes ships. My ribs were broken. Such a wound. This is the first time since Lanista. He coughed up blood and collapsed. Unfortunately, due to the power of Cheonan Tong, the fleeting moment played back to me in a very slow motion. It was inevitable. He was superior to me in both strength and speed.
square-
A horrifying crack was heard. My vision was blurred with blood. Its wings split my forehead. He barely managed to avoid it, but his flesh was cut into chunks. As I fell, I had to just watch the guy’s indiscriminate attack – still on a slow screen. His body didn’t move as intended. Every time his fist struck the body, the world shook. Bones were broken, flesh was torn, and blood poured out. Even though he was wounded to the point of death, it didn’t feel real. I felt like I was an observer watching my dying body.
Ugh-
Eventually, after the terrible pain washed over me, I realized.
Puk puk puk!
He pounded me with his barbed fists like he was chopping meat.
The armor could not hold up and was gradually destroyed.
It’s thanks to Dalby that I’m still alive.
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Dalby desperately tried to block the devil’s attack.
Gaegane!
Thump thump thump!
When the cracked armor finally broke.
[Daa… … .]
Dalby collapsed, vomiting blood. The guy’s body slowly disappeared. The power that forms the spirit returns to nothingness. Soon, Dalby completely disappeared from her world, leaving only her starlight behind.
“ah.”
The color of the devil and me-
It became the same.
* * *
“You are broken.”
“what?”
“Is this a sense of defeat that has persisted since my past life? Tsk. People who don’t know how to get angry are no better than plants. Next time, eat shit. “Isn’t it a waste to use human food as fertilizer?”
“What is it, Master? I’m blooming now. Look at this. “Look at the black bruises from being hit by you.”
“no. “Your anger is false.”
“It’s raining again… Uh-huh, put your fists down. “You’re not dancing, you’re being taught.”
Lanista said:
“You’re good at stealing other people’s hearts, but you don’t know your own feelings. You are needlessly nice. No, you’re probably just pretending to be nice.”
“Compared to Master, you are an angel.”
“Shut your mouth. You bastard. Didn’t the teacher give a mantra? Forget the jokes and ridicule. “You are only angry because you should be angry, and you only empathize with other people’s anger.”
“… Let me say one more thing. “I’m not compared to you, Master, but I’m confident that I have a pretty dirty personality.”
“That’s just a child’s whining. You can’t be truly angry. Tsk. Listen carefully. True anger is taking out your heart and feeding it to your enemy.”
“Then what’s the use…?” … .”
Pain and wounds are memorable.
That day, I broke my leg.
“Say, ugh. do it.”
“Don’t worry about your safety. Despise life. For the sake of anger, you give up everything. “The readiness to sacrifice your life to kill the enemy you hate – you don’t have that.”
At that time, I thought to myself.
f*ck, what’s the point if you die?
“The damn political factions considered anger to be evil. I wanted to end Murim’s fate of endless bloodshed. So was it successful? Hahaha – Anger clouds judgment. “They are so focused on tearing their enemies to death that they fail to see their own lives burning.”
“… This is not an argument. I’m just asking because I’m curious. So wouldn’t it be better to be cool-headed rather than angry when fighting an enemy? “What good is it if I die anyway?”
“die.”
“yes?”
“If you can’t kill the person you want to kill, it’s better to die.”
I was astonished by the unimaginable answer and thought Lannistar was a crazy person.
“Keep in mind. Don’t hold back your anger. “Wrath will be your strongest blade.”
I can’t forget his crazy smile.
“It was the driving force that enabled me to become supreme.”
Being willing to die in order to kill someone who will kill you.
It’s anger.
The most powerful blade.
* * *
bang!
I unleashed all the power of the ball and defeated him.
I got up with my broken leg bone and picked up my sword.
There is no armor. There is no way to protect me.
All power was put into the sword.
Kieeeeek!
He was wary of me.
The devil retreated far away and poured out the thorns that sprouted from his body. Like shotgun bullets, the thorns pierced the skin and became lodged in the body. Even though the terrible pain washed over me, and the barrage of thorns that poured down like a torrential rain, I did not withdraw my sword. He completely excludes evasion and defense and uses the sword only to kill the monster. A stance of complete attack. The only thing that dominates my mind is the thought of killing him-
Kiik.
The devil rushed in.
It was a speed I couldn’t keep up with.
but.
“Jachungilseom.”
When the sword of the silver cross flashed.
Its head detached and rolled around in the mud.
The sword that attacked with only the determination to kill the guy easily surpassed the guy’s maximum speed. Even if I cut off his head, I didn’t let down my guard. He immediately swung his sword indiscriminately at the regenerating creature. There was no technological sophistication. There is no sense of duty as a hero. I just want to kill, kill, kill him. The limbs were cut off and the body was dismembered. Trampling his spilling intestines and crushing his bones. He broke it into small pieces so that its shape was unrecognizable. Every time I swung the sword, my body screamed. The game is over. It’s time to take care of your body. But I didn’t do that. They did not mercifully kill the demon who was reduced to a piece of rag and barely alive. Poison for the devil – The power of the ball was slowly infused into the torn flesh. The devil burned and suffered. The power of the ball erodes him. Slightly ahead of the demon’s regeneration speed – when it regenerates, it burns. The devil, who had escaped the concept of life, regenerated his body even when it was reduced to a lump of meat. It repeated rebirth and death.
Metallurgy-
dying slowly.
Slowly, as if being eaten by tens of thousands of ants.
The devil disappeared after the night had passed and the sun had risen.
Hell was already nearby. Even before I was a Polestar, always-
I tried not to cross the ‘line’. He didn’t want to be the same guy.
Because noble heroes were cool.
I felt guilty even after torturing the demon wizard on Soleta Island. He didn’t want to reveal it. Before I knew it, the ugliness had accumulated to the point that I couldn’t wash it away.
The main characters of shonen comics are cool. Even if you kill a bad villain, the process is clean. He does not get carried away by anger and hack his enemies to pieces and torture them to death.
The guy was human.
However, he crossed the line and became a devil.
There must have been hundreds of victims from this guy.
This guy deserved to die.
But is that why I punished the misbehaving guy?
With a sense of duty?
To save the Sternil Kingdom and Silaren?
No, I just.
My ribs that he broke were more important to me.
Dalbi was more precious than tens of thousands of lives.
“It looks good. “You bastard.”
It’s so tiring to find a reason every time I kill a bunch of f*cking people.
now.
I wondered what it mattered.
* * *
When I woke up, I found myself in the stomach of a frog.
I asked the knights with gloomy expressions.
“What time is it now?”
“ah… … !”
The guys came running. Fussing wildly.
“Master, are you okay?”
“You’ve been down for a whole day!”
“Confucius, we administered first aid, but the wound was very deep… “You’re fine.”
There were tear marks on Kazuwea’s cheeks.
“Sobbing. “I thought he was dead.”
I pretended to be strong and jumped up from my seat.
My ribs were throbbing and I almost collapsed, but I endured the pain to save face.
“I died because I let my guard down and got hurt a little. Did you guys win?”
“yes.”
“Complete victory.”
“All the demons have been destroyed, and the magicians have been captured and are awaiting transport to the home country.”
“Martin’s performance was great. “This guy is a great wind wizard, isn’t he?”
“Hehe, Miko. I just taught under a great teacher… … .”
“Good job.”
“yes?”
I held the hands of each of the knights, including Martin, and praised them.
They were awkward and shy, but I didn’t hate them.
sorry.
I didn’t remember it.
When I was fighting the devil, I didn’t think about the spirit beast knights at all.
If the demon wizards had been stronger, they would have been the ones to die.
His eyes rolled back and he was busy torturing and killing demons.
Lanista would sometimes proudly tell of his life in martial arts.
I thought it was strange. In his entire life, filled with blood, he was the only protagonist.
Even the political faction, the Sacred faction, and the Demonic Cult have ‘force’, so why were the Lanistas the only ones left alone?
I wonder if I was the first disciple.
A compromise… … .
I think I need it.
fantasy,
