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Swoosh!
Following Melissa’s gesture, black smoke dispersed.
The demon kings who had hidden themselves in the smoke looked quite embarrassed when they returned.
This world is a space created by Melissa. Her appearance changed and separated according to her will. In an instant, Melissa sent her demons somewhere.
Then he threw the key at Ushas and Lanista and shouted.
“Two guys take charge!”
The Lanistas acted immediately. When I inserted the key into the air and turned it, the space collapsed and a passage was created. A powerful musical instrument was swirling beyond, but he crossed the door without hesitation. Melissa also turned her key to open the door and went out. She says Melissa has set the stage for battle. They were taking care of this world in their own way. If they had unleashed their full power, this world would have been shattered before the devil destroyed it.
If it is a separate dimension, if the opponent is the king of demons.
They will use their power to their heart’s content.
I couldn’t have predicted what kind of fierce battle would take place out there.
The last remaining Ushas looked at me blankly and raised the corner of his mouth.
“Isn’t it fun?”
What is fun?
Even in this situation, I felt a growing sense of kinship with Ushas, who was relaxed and relaxed as if he were enjoying tea time. Memories slowly come back and I realize. The person who knows ‘me’ better is not my teacher Lanista or my close friend Melissa… It was Ushas that I was so afraid of.
I nodded to Ushas’ question.
She grinned, saying she knew that would happen.
“You are you. Even after going through countless lives. You are you. Hehehe.”
The male lion has a rich mane, the peacock has colorful feathers, and the koi has scarlet scales.
Beautiful things need decoration. If you shave off a male lion’s mane, it will lose its dominant and intimidating look, if you pluck out all of a peacock’s feathers, it will be no different from a chicken, and if the scales of a koi fish are black, it will be no different from a fish in a stream.
This may not necessarily be the case, but external beauty mostly depends on decoration.
Ushas always had neatly cropped hair to wear as a head scarf, wore simple plain-colored priestly robes and heelless shoes, never painted his short fingernails, and didn’t even use common perfume, so he could smell the faint scent of incense used during Mass around him.
However.
Even without dressing up.
she is-
It seemed like a person with life should think like that.
Ushas is the most beautiful being of all.
Even the crumbly bone powder of white bones.
Ushas disappears.
Now there are only me and him left in the frozen land and the green castle.
“You.”
The guy who was just watching us in silence.
A one-eyed traveler.
[Eyes of Pride]-
“Are you my opponent?”
If Melissa had assigned my opponent based on compatibility based on her memory, there was a high probability that this fight would end in vain. One-eyed is the opponent. Judging from the description of the power and its nickname, it will also use eye power.
There is a high probability that this fight will become a ‘snowball fight’.
* * *
Lannistar slowly looked around.
The forest thick with jade-colored bamboo was bustling with the sound of leaves rustling every time the wind blew. A fishy earthy smell came from the moist ground. As a flock of small birds with blue feathers fly through the forest as a playground, the dew on the leaves falls and tickles their cheeks.
Bamboo forest.
A place that doesn’t exist in this world.
The source of this memory was my past life.
He, who had been silent due to the nostalgic scenery, opened his mouth without realizing it.
“Is it your hometown?”
It was a scene that Lanista’s strongest ‘ego’ remembered.
Thanks to Melissa’s wit and ingenuity, Lanista recalled a memory from long ago.
Before regaining her memories, Lannistar was called ‘No Wind.’
Abandoned in a bamboo forest as a newborn, he was taken in by a shaman and lived as a shaman from an early age. Dancing and singing in hope of God. Until the shrine burned down due to the anger of the person holding the sword, Mupungah grew up as a martial arts practitioner. Mu Pung’er looked at the young Mu Pung’er dancing in the bamboo forest. He, who had endlessly longed for God, sneered at the fact that he was actually the object of faith.
Swish!
The wind blew late.
Mu Pung-ah, who was recalling old memories, broke out of his thoughts and cast an unpleasant gaze.
Two strange and uninvited guests stand in the jade forest.
[Do you dare turn a blind eye to us?]
Lanista wiped his cheek. It was a small wound. He couldn’t see how he got hurt. The wind blew late. That guy, a grotesque demon in the form of a human foot. Although I was so absorbed in his thoughts that I couldn’t broaden my senses, it was true that I missed his movements.
There were many people in the martial arts world with quick feet. Among them, there were those who ran faster than the wind and surpassed the sound. On his way to becoming supreme, he dealt with such people, and he himself also reached the level of a god. However, the speed of that devil was clearly faster than that of anyone else.
The devil is a rushing foot for evil work. Evil is contagious. A sick world easily commits evil deeds. Even good people end up becoming evil when they are surrounded by evil people. An environment where one has no choice but to commit evil deeds. The devil who follows the evil path that originated from him is the devil of the evil road. The speed at which a person harbors an evil heart is faster than anything else, and the sins of the devil’s path were faster than anything else.
To prepare for the second attack, Lanista increased his internal strength and defended himself with self-defense. If he cannot avoid it, he has no choice but to block it. But his second attack never came. He wiped the blood running down his cheek. The two demon lords stood silently and did not move. Blood continued to flow. The drawn blood line did not heal. It was a small wound. I should have gotten better a long time ago.
“Hmm.”
The blood from the wound on his cheek soaked his clothes. A puddle of blood formed at his feet. Lanista no longer wiped away the blood. The bleeding doesn’t stop. Even though he heals with his internal strength, his wounds do not heal. As a martial arts expert, Lanista was able to control every part of his body at will. The same goes for his blood vessels. As a channel for energy, stopping the bleeding no matter how big the wound was was as easy as blinking. The wound was caused by a foot devil. Physically, a shallow wound was evident. So the devil causing this strange thing is someone else.
Parr-
Hundreds of fingertips point to the Lanistas.
Lanista smiled deeply as he looked at the demon pointing out his wounds.
“That’s fun.”
A demon with hundreds of fingers sprouting out.
That devil is the devil of innocence.
Wicked people frame innocent people and add to their sins.
therefore.
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A person who has been unfairly punished becomes another evil person and bites innocent people.
The power of the Demon King of Innocents, known as the hand that sheds the blood of the innocent, was the sin of false accusation, the sin of forcibly turning even a small wound into a fatal wound. Lanista’s enemy was the devil of evil and innocence. The Foot Demon is faster than any enemy it faces, and if it is protected by a pesky enemy or a self-defense device, it has no power to inflict fatal wounds. However, another one. It’s a different story if the guy’s power is to increase the wound. Their powers intertwined and amplified. If I was bleeding so much from a wound that barely grazed my cheek, I might have died if I allowed even two or three small wounds.
As the origins of sin are similar, the two demon lords are the ‘hands’ and ‘feet’ of evil –
Many sins were spread across countless worlds and countless times.
Melissa, who regained her memories first, knew that fact.
Originally, the two demon lords should not have been attached to each other.
It was Melissa who separated the spaces, and it was also Melissa who made those two guys fight.
but.
Hahaha-!
Lanista was happy again.
“Good.”
He thought with a cheerful smile.
Ah, brother!
After all, you are the only one who understands me!
The Lanistas rushed in like angry beasts. The first thing he wanted to do was kill the Demon King of Innocent. The sword swung like a thunderbolt and cut down the demon king. Although he was sinful, his body was soft and weak. The Innocent Demon King just held out his finger with no time to dodge.
Fass!
However.
The sword, imbued with a force so strong that it could split mountains, turned into dust and scattered just before it reached the Innocent Demon King. It was scattered without a trace, as if it had been weathered over tens of thousands of years, and even the history it contained disappeared. Lanista quickly retreated, but the Demon King’s attack did not continue.
[My power reaches everywhere.]
The Demon King of Innocent sneered.
Hundreds of wide open fingers trembled violently and mocked.
Lanista realized the power of the Innocent Demon Lord. It was not a power limited to ‘wounds’. The sin of slander. Making the wound fatal. The steel sword ages and turns into dust. Even the skills I had honed were fleetingly scattered.
[There is no sinless being, not even God.]
Hundreds of fingers pointed only at the Lanistas.
The devil’s finger symbolized sin. One finger points to the sins of a thousand people. Ten fingers contain the sins of the kingdom, and a hundred fingers rain down sins on the continent. The Demon King of Innocent Pointed all his thousand fingers to ‘blame’ God. It was the first time since the Demon King was born from sin, but he was never ashamed. He thought it natural to do his best to kill the being he hated the most, even though he was the king of evil.
It was an irresistible force.
Lanista became increasingly weaker.
When his powerful inner strength and strong body fall and show weakness.
The Demon King of Evil Road did not miss the opportunity.
Suddenly!
A dull cutting sound rang out. Lani Star looked down at his left arm. He was missing what he should have been. His entire arm was torn off from the shoulder down, as if it had been torn by a bear’s claws. How long has it been? Such a deep wound. Blood surges. No matter how strong her will was, she couldn’t hold up her falling body.
Parr!
Even my thousand fingers were shaking.
Even though the wound was fatal, Lannistar was able to survive. After attaching her severed arm and finishing off a few days of fortune-telling, she could use it like before. However, as the sins of the innocent demon king took hold, the wounds that should have led to death began to regain their true value. The power of the Demon King made death equally engraved on even beings that transcended the body, such as Lanista.
thud!
The fallen Lanista did everything he could.
He practiced Taoist regeneration techniques and Demonic religion’s blood healing techniques –
He even pulled up Seoncheonjigi and treated his wounds.
I couldn’t catch the consciousness that was running away, and death only came closer and closer.
[I guess we can no longer call them Samsin.]
[bagatelle. I struggled to fight against my ‘master’, but instead I became weaker than before. Tsk tsk. The world you were trying to protect will soon be filled with our sins and will burn brilliantly with distrust and destruction.]
It was a time when I was just quietly waiting for death despite the devil’s taunts.
Meow.
It was a cat.
A black cat suddenly appeared and licked the wound on my cheek. The feel of her scratchy tongue brought back to Lani Star her forgotten memories. How could she have forgotten this memory? The cat that appeared at the moment of her death was the same as it was then. For Lanista, the memories of her were more painful than the wounds of her torn arm. The reason I forgot her memories is-
‘Because it’s painful.’
Lanista loved cats. She didn’t even know it herself.
I finally realize it. The black cat, whom he could not even name, was the only creature that loved him, the shaman’s plaything and the wild child of the bamboo forest.
Kaooooong!
[What is this-]
It was a situation that was repeated again.
Whether the opponent is a demon lord or a ‘bandit’ –
It was the same monster anyway.
The black cat raised its fur and cried sharply at the Demon King.
The ‘black cat’ cried sharply at the bandit holding a rusty knife for young Mu-pung-ah.
Just holding in my arms a young cat who came to escape the rain.
Every time I catch a fish, I throw the minnow a few times.
I just applied medicine to the wound caught in the mousetrap.
Phew!
It was an insignificant thing to the Demon King.
However, he still had to pay for the crime of daring to reveal it.
The cat’s body was torn into pieces by the devil’s actions.
It was an insignificant thing to the Demon King-
It was the same for bandits.
The cat’s body was cut into pieces by the bandit’s knife.
Insignificant little thing.
but-
This was not the case for Lanista.
Mupungah committed his first murder.
He realized the instinct of Sura engraved in his blood.
It was when I crushed the head of a bandit who killed a cat with my bare fist.
‘haha. ‘Brother.’
The now dead cat was just an illusion created by Melissa.
But it was enough suffering to ‘come back’.
“Isn’t it the same as usual?”
[her?]
The two demon lords could not understand the Lanista who stood up.
A dying life was as dangerous as a candle. The man who should have fallen dead stood up. But the situation was the same. The devil of the evil road has moved. The Demon King’s claws pierced Lannistar’s stomach. It was a wound that no living creature should have survived. But Lani Star did not collapse and she cried out again in a clear voice.
“A sharp knife. A rusty knife. “If you get stabbed in the heart, it’s like dying.”
The Demon King had a strange experience.
How is it that a wounded man on the verge of death exudes more fear than when he was healthy?
Are you afraid? The Demon King realized it too late. That he ended up harboring feelings he shouldn’t have.
Soon, out of shame, he violently demonstrated his power. The Demon King of Innocent hacked away at Lani Star’s wounds, and the Demon King of Evil moved to rip off her head.
Fuaaaaaa!
The body broke into hundreds of pieces, causing bloodshed.
Lannistar’s body no longer remained in the world. The only trace that it was him was a puddle of his blood. The Demon King killed his enemy, but he was not happy. What is it? Why doesn’t he go away? The devil sows sin and spreads fear. He was born that way. So he never knows fear. It was a contradiction for a fearful being to feel fear.
The Demon King never acknowledged that the sharp emotion he felt was an eerie fear.
[Come back. My sin.]
Despite Lannistar’s voice coming from somewhere.
[Wake up. Asura.]
fantasy,
