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“I’m sorry, Dalby.”
At that moment, when Dalbi’s power was contained in the sword, a strange event occurred.
As expected, assimilation with Dalbi was a problem.
He was also treated as a blood warrior and had a mark engraved on him, which caused an ‘error’ in the Pandoras’ den. There is no problem for me. If I separate Dalby from me, I will be able to move on to the next step. Then there is only one way. To shake off the Dalbi that has become assimilated to me –
Gaegane!
Dalbi realized his intention and became very angry, but there was nothing he could do.
I calmed him down and used release magic.
Kukuku-!
The blue light emanating from me flows into Dalbi.
The most efficient way would be to release Dalby’s power like this.
Dalby got irritated and stamped his hooves like an angry bull. He was ready to headbutt me, but fortunately he understood me. Dalbi’s strength is draining away. The power released purely without any intention of attack was completely absorbed by Dalby without any waste.
‘Hmm, it was always like that.’
As Dalby absorbed his power, I began to see strange phenomena. I didn’t see it with the naked eye. It is clearly the power of ‘Cheonan Tong’ that was activated arbitrarily. Dalbi was clearly Youngsoo, and even when they first met and until now, he always seemed like Youngsoo. But it wasn’t without some strange things. Just like when I caught and ate the ‘corrupted spirit beast’ in Melkaran, the silhouette I saw for a moment – as if it were not a ‘spirit beast’.
The shape of a ‘person’.
It was time to frown and look at the silhouette moving behind Dalbi like a shadow.
Quad deuk!
The moment when Dalby’s power was finally released completely and separation was achieved –
The space began to collapse like a sand castle. In an instant, everything that made up the room disappeared. The sudden phenomenon had enormous repercussions. It wasn’t at the level of motion sickness.
Gagging-!
Caught off guard, I coughed up blood and hurriedly increased my strength. If I didn’t protect myself with self-defense equipment, I felt like I would be crushed by the pressure. I wondered if it would feel like this if I was in the deep sea or outer space. I put aside the creeping fears and focused only on change. I activated the Cheonan Tongue until my eyes fell out and witnessed the collapsing space without missing a beat.
thud! thud! thud!
The aftermath of collapse occurred intermittently.
I watched the situation while enduring the impact of being hit with a mace. At some point, ‘Dalbi’ disappeared. The place where I was standing was the Pandoras’ den room just a moment ago, but now it was nowhere else. The released power of Dalbi cannot be returned to me. This is a completely isolated place. The collapsing space was covered in darkness, and soon it cracked and vomited out red blood as if it had been wounded. Blood filled up in an instant. A disgusting fishy smell hits my nose. As I struggled, I soon realized that I could not feel any resistance even in the blood. When the blood finally reached the top of my head and completely filled the space.
‘One road’ was created.
“The path of the victor.”
I walked along the shining path.
At the end of the road, stairs leading to the ‘basement’ appeared again.
Go down the stairs.
When I opened the tightly closed stone door.
I came face to face with a ‘sword’ that emitted a noble red light in the darkness.
I could tell even without looking through the Cheonan Tong.
The enormous power contained in that sword.
In terms of pure mass, not even the Silver Cross Sword or the Chattering Sword could compare.
But that power was corrupt, dirty, disgusting, and sinister. I felt a familiar hatred from that sword. That dark red sword is the opposite of the sword of the silver cross that destroys demons. From the moment I arrived at the deepest part of Pandoras’ cave, a place where a thousand years of secrets were revealed, I realized one truth. Is it the memory of a ‘Homunculus’? Memories that I didn’t know about and that I had never experienced began to flow in from the moment I saw that sword.
Kill, kill, kill-
Tens of thousands of maniacal murders biting each other’s throats.
‘Disordered madness’ was the arrogance born of humans in a distant past.
To deal with demonic powers.
I created a sword to seal the devil.
In the end, I was swallowed up by madness.
The cave of Pandoras was not a sacred temple honoring a god. Nor is it a divine reward for the glorious victor. It was just a huge barrier that was sealing a certain entity. The reason it deteriorated like this was probably due to its power. It ravaged Pandoras’ lair with madness and devoured many victims even after it was sealed.
[Giggles giggles-]
It was standing on top of the sword hilt.
A small devil smaller than a dwarf.
At first glance, the silhouette looked like a child, but the face filled with madness was that of a nasty old man.
“The devil of madness.”
It is a powerful demon that is also recorded in the ‘Book of Raziel’.
It is an old evil that has existed since the beginning of civilization.
The father of madmen who engage in bloody carnage under the pretext of a festival of joy,
Demon of Madness or Carnival.
The Carnivalesque was a sword imbued with the devil.
Let’s take a step towards him.
At that moment, the darkness around him turned blood red and he started spitting out something.
The space where there was only darkness was filled with them. They appeared everywhere in sight. The shapes were different. Most of them were humans, but there were also animals, and there were also people who were on the border between humans and beasts. One thing they have in common is that they possess a terrible murderous intent. Among them, there was a man with a familiar face. He was the champion of the fiercely contested Phaeton. I killed him, but he came here alive and well.
[Kihihihi-]
Eventually, the devil laughed happily as thousands of blood warriors burst into madness.
Heeheeheehee!
Ha ha ha ha ha-!
All kinds of grotesque people who were obsessed with madness joined in the devil’s laughter and started laughing like crazy people. I frowned and observed them.
Common ground.
Madness and-
“The dead ones… … .”
It was as expected.
They are not ‘the living’.
When I was fighting with them, I felt a strange sensation. The blood warriors did not feel like living, breathing creatures. Cheonan Tong illuminates the ‘dead man’. The sensation I felt in my fist was dull, like hitting a wooden doll. I was convinced after seeing thousands of people from different eras, powers, and forms.
They are on the border between the dead and the living.
Those who were ‘defeated’ did not die.
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However, trapped in the madness of Pandoras’ den, the eternal ‘festival’ was repeated.
It’s all a trick of the devil.
The poor people who came hoping for God’s reward became the devil’s jester forever.
I looked around to see if there were any ‘living’ like me, but unfortunately, they were all consumed by the power of the devil. The body or soul that had already died could not leave the body and was forcibly held there. I calmed down the throbbing Cheonan pain and gathered strength in my eyes. If I continued to use Cheonan Pain, I felt like I would go out of my mind due to the screams of souls screaming in pain. The idiots at the Magic Tower didn’t know. The losers of Pandoras’ Den do not die, but are continually resurrected and repeat an endless bloody battle.
“shit.”
whopping-
It’s a thousand years.
For a thousand years, countless heroes and villains have challenged Pandoras’ den.
They had been fighting repeatedly for a long time, and all their reason had been eaten away by madness.
This place is like.
Something Lanista sometimes mentioned.
‘Asura’s world.’
It feels like he was suffocated with murderous intent.
It’s standing on the edge of a cliff, and it looks like it’s going to collapse at any moment.
[Hehehe-!]
With the devil’s maniacal laughter, the festival of slaughter began.
They all took up their weapons and cut each other’s throats.
Thousands of bloody battles.
The blood gushing from the wound makes the surrounding area soggy.
The dead rise again and kill those who killed them.
Once again, the dead take revenge.
It is a mad carnage that is constantly repeated.
I glared at the devil, who was smiling horribly.
It’s definitely a terrible situation. I don’t even know how to escape the carnival. Hope is weak. The bloody smell makes my head dizzy and the torn and dismembered flesh makes me feel sick to my stomach. But even in the most horrific and disgusting circumstances.
“okay.”
I stop.
I ended up laughing.
Morality and humanity, heavenly law and conscience.
Let go of everything and only indulge in power.
It’s a fight of infinite blood…
“It’s gonna be fun.”
* * *
fight.
Primal longing.
Fight for something.
Feeding, offspring, power.
Or strong power.
However, the fight between madmen accumulated over a thousand years demanded a purer longing. Know. He’s crazy. Like him, I’m crazy. I feel joy in the act of fighting. My heart felt tight. I wanted to swing it, break it, cut it off.
Dalby.
I realized.
What he gives me is not just strength.
Even time stops and swords clash endlessly. Reason is chipped away and only madness remains. I killed and killed on the bloody battlefield where blood poured in like a tidal wave. The dead were brought back to life. In reality, he committed actions that would be condemned without hesitation. Whoever the opponent was, I swung my sword to kill him. The sword of the silver cross did not emit light. A lot of time passed until the blade became dull with hardened blood. Nevertheless, I did not feel impatience, frustration, or despair. I just engrave this moment. Flesh and blood were studied. Should we try different distribution of power? Shall we hold our breath a little longer? Is there any martial art that can bring out the power of Cheonan Tong even more? The sword the author wields is a little different. Let’s steal technology. Let’s engrave it. The falling arms and broken fingers seemed as insignificant as fading flower petals.
Madness-
[Hee hee hee]
engraved
The madness caused by this thing takes hold of my mind.
To reject-
You can refuse.
But I don’t refuse.
Finally, I stood over thousands of dead bodies.
But eventually-
The dead man could not die and rose again.
It was repeated.
The mountain of corpses became an army attacking me over and over again.
When six repetitions are completed.
From some moment.
The number of madmen participating in the Festival of Madness began to decrease.
The person I killed has no longer come back to life.
Instead, the soul that was bound by the devil inhabited me and became the food for my strength.
From the moment I noticed the change, I started tearing out a handful of my hair.
It was to escape from madness through pain.
I opened my Cheonan gun once again and looked directly at the blood warriors of Pandoras’s den.
The souls who were caught in the cursed body and could not attain Buddhahood continued to rise up –
The souls of those who died by my sword were separated and came to dwell in me. Did I eat their souls? However, the expressions on the faces of the souls who were finally freed from the immortal curse were all peaceful.
“This… … .”
I realized what I had to do.
Liberation.
I feel it. The enormous power of the holy object that became the vessel and foundation of my power.
“Soul stone.”
It was similar to the phenomenon that occurred in the ancient city of Melkaran.
With the power of the soul stone, I was able to free the soul that had been cursed by the devil from its shackles.
I realized the true power of the Soul Relic.
Once I realized its purpose, I was able to awaken the power of the soul stone.
I ‘killed’ the madman’s body and freed his soul. Souls with nowhere to go used the soul stone as a resting place. Spiritual energy once again became a huge force within me to support me. Each time a soul was liberated, the power increased explosively. When I freed the souls of hundreds of dead in the ancient city of Melkaran – a power I never knew existed. I awakened to the power of inner strength that I had not realized and became stronger.
Now there are thousands of cursed souls.
If it is the vengeful spirit of those who became bloody clowns at the carnival festival.
I will be able to achieve my goal in one go.
[Keeeeee!]
As they began to release the souls bound by the devil, Carnival, who had been laughing, became angry and convulsed.
“So, is that yours?”
Carnival was furious at me for ruining the festival and taking away what was theirs. As he pointed at me, all the blood fighters who had spread out and fought each other started attacking me at the same time, using me as their prey. It was a fight of many against one, but I rather.
“Hi-Hi.”
I burst out laughing and didn’t know what to do.
Strange.
I’ve gotten over this guy’s madness a long time ago.
Why do I keep laughing?
From the moment the means to ruin this festival existed, the outcome was already decided.
“Wolharanmu-”
Quad Deuk!
Cutting down countless bodies-
As I absorbed countless souls, I gradually came closer to him.
Funny.
Now the situation has changed.
It was me who laughed.
The face of the mad devil became increasingly hard.
fantasy,
