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It felt like I was having a bad dream. The demons that flocked in like moths to fire were swallowed up by the black light and disappeared without a trace. I just radiated power, orchestrated destruction and brought out the demons.
When the number exceeded hundreds, I realized that it was just a regular slaughter. Just like a farmer cutting rice. The only emotion a farmer feels while harvesting crops is the hardship of hard labor. The desire for vengeance, which seemed as if it would burst upon contact, was engulfed in ashes and gradually lost its heat and color.
There are some limitations to defining the devil as a living thing, but since it lives and moves and dies, even if you don’t feel guilty about killing the devil, you are bound to feel the small wave of permanently stopping the movement of something. However, as the number increased, the waves disappeared and the shaking subsided deeply and became calm. I killed demons with insensitivity and regularity. All I could think of was calculating how I could allocate my power and kill the demons efficiently.
Perhaps after a few days, I really felt the change that had occurred in me. Hell was a poison that gnawed at me. The extremely unreasonable environment of hell, which excludes all life except the devil, could not absorb any power before. However, even though I wasted my strength by killing the demon, I actually felt more powerful than before. It’s filling up. The morale of hell is becoming my strength. Is this proof that he is gradually becoming a devil? Perhaps chaos may be a characteristic of power. Any power. It gets mixed up in chaos.
Hell, which was jagged, melting, splitting, cutting, and exploding, became increasingly fair.
Dead devils on the endless black plains. The only thing that existed was a devil coming to die.
When it was thought that the number of demons slaughtered had surpassed the number of demons killed over the past few years, a change began to occur. Sometimes in a dull massacre. There were demons that had overcome the heat of chaos and were advancing. They were strong. He confronted chaos by claiming his own sin. Sometimes, there were even ones that stuck their claws all the way into the back. But they also failed to cause a stir.
When I killed the nine-headed giant, I suddenly realized that my driving force was not my father’s revenge. When I absorbed the dirty demonic power from the dead giant, I smiled involuntarily. I had no intention of faking my emotions. What is revenge? Now I killed the devil for myself. The amount consumed was replenished. The bowl becomes deeper and wider. stronger. Even if you don’t know the meaning. Kill more. stronger-
For the first time, the demon of the holy things came.
It appeared, raising the earth.
The ground shook violently, like a stormy sea. The soft dirt is sucked beyond the horizon. Chewing and swallowing the earth. Filling my field of vision. When the gigantic demon appeared, I instinctively knew that it was a relic demon.
“Is it an earth devil?”
It was a huge anglerfish. When he opened his mouth, his upper lip was so huge that it touched the sky. He felt as if he was witnessing a catastrophe rather than the presence of a living creature. Every time the anglerfish bit into his earth, an earthquake occurred. He is a hungry ghost that rushes in, chewing and swallowing mountains like fruit. In the place where it passed, only an empty pit remained. What if a guy like that appears on the ‘harmless’ Earth? What kind of weapon can stop it?
still.
Nevertheless.
I didn’t feel any negative agitation.
“First one.”
I’m happy again.
It’s finally here.
This is the ‘thankful’ food that will become my nourishment.
* * *
I stood on a high cliff and watched the struggling monkfish.
Due to its struggles, the terrain changed and mountains were created and disappeared repeatedly.
But the swallowed chaos does not disappear. It is a weakness of beings that use hugeness as a weapon. All I’ve done is feed chaos. The monkfish chewed and swallowed the earth without knowing what to do, and even swallowed chaos. The poison that could not be spit out or digested slowly ate away at the angler fish. It was easier than killing a small demon. Occasionally, a person full of resentment would struggle and rush to make me his companion on the way to the afterlife, but each time, I would dodge back with a light attack.
The guy was rotten from the inside out.
At some point, the guy stopped resisting and came to a halt.
The flesh is petrifying. My exhaled breath stops. Eventually, over a long period of time, the bastard lost his life and became mineralized. Finally, I slashed the black Skade Mer imbued with chaos towards the guy who had become a rocky mountain.
Quaaaang!
The rocky mountain was shattered.
I was able to find it right away amidst the mess of wreckage.
It’s calling me. Maybe, I didn’t even know I was calling it.
Even though it lost its nature after being absorbed by the devil, its origins were still the same.
I held it dearly.
The source of evil. The source of sin.
This is something that all humans should avoid.
Ah, my children.
Come to me.
Swallow it with your mouth.
Savoring it.
I was also happy.
* * *
It was a spider riding a storm.
A huge creature crawled across the sky, like a legendary beast that ate a god.
Instead of spider webs, it spewed out storms. It flew through the sky with its insect legs attached to the storm. If you lose sight even for a moment, the thing that was in the northern sky will already be in the south. Faster than the wind. It was a spider as fierce as a storm. A huge creature flies freely in the sky. This guy wasn’t as simple as an anglerfish. He was a deadly and stealthy assassin. From a long distance, when he felt safe enough, he unleashed an attack boasting overwhelming range. Storms that cut rocks continued to blow.
But the fierce storm was swallowed up by black light and disappeared before it could reach me. I ran toward him, radiating confusion and shining black light. Even the storm of disaster that swept the world was nothing more than prey in the face of chaos. The spider spewed out a storm and ran away with the storm. As the distance could not be narrowed easily, I stopped the light attack and picked Skade Mer.
“What you can’t cut is-”
I can’t do that.
“There is none.”
But you can imitate.
Divide the space.
Even if you’re not at the point where you can cut down everything you want –
At least I was able to use all visible space as my range.
Daecheon World has expanded. As I entered the state of transcendence, I was able to display quite a bit of power. It may take some strength, but anyway, it’s his holy relic, no. If I retrieve my sacred relic, it will be fully replenished.
“Chaos ligation.”
This biopsy method contains confusion.
This is the supreme power of truth.
So, it is true.
“The true black and white flower variety.”
A black storm rages from the swung sword.
Unlike the fierce force of the storm, it was not noisy, swallowing up light and sound.
However, its violent movements tore, swallowed, and destroyed everything it touched.
The storm spider realizes that it cannot escape.
He resisted with all his might.
Dozens of times the Black Storm.
A huge storm shook the area.
In a storm that was close to a natural disaster, the black storm was only as small as a breeze.
But I took Skade Mer.
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The moment the black storm touched the huge storm, it stopped spinning and forgot how to blow. In an instant, the storm disappeared. However, the black storm did not lose its momentum and ran towards the spider. At the last moment, it stretched out its insect legs that had been walking through the storm, trying to take advantage of the black storm. I understood his foolishness. Chaos is an incomprehensible force. He may have felt a weak desire to kill himself.
Yikes!
The moment it touches you.
The thing was torn apart without a trace.
I was waiting underneath him and caught the falling holy object.
“Ah, my treasure. my strength. “You came back to me.”
I will place an endless curse on those who dare to steal my sacred items.
* * *
I rose from the ashes.
It burned out. was shot down. However, it came back to life like a phoenix.
The guy didn’t survive. Surtur, the fire giant-
Unpredictable power works to my advantage.
It is a holy relic of gain, such a power of providence.
Surtr, a fire giant with the sacred relic of fire, was one of the oldest demons. This guy was different from other guys. He was swallowed by the power of the holy object and did not turn into a beast. He dared to ‘challenge’ me, thinking that the throne of evil was rightfully his.
Indeed, this guy was strong. He has a powerful flame that overcomes chaos. Its fire burned everything.
He and I couldn’t defend or evade each other’s power. Chaos silences the giant’s fire. The giant’s fire burns chaos. In a fierce struggle, he was gradually swallowed up in chaos, and my body burned and scattered into ashes.
“It’s mine.”
The body of the guy that used to have red lava flowing was now cold.
As soon as the small flame went out, he never woke up again.
I put my hand into the giant’s eye socket and pulled it out.
my strength.
my treasure.
My trace.
When I swallowed the holy relic, an intense power surged.
I remembered the old past.
A black man sitting on a black throne.
The one worshiped by the Seven Demon Lords.
Written in the very back page of the Book of Raziel –
“Raziel, Raziel… … .”
Raziel was not an angel.
* * *
It’s black.
dark.
Even the blazing flames of hell were swallowed up by the black pit.
Kill the hungry ghost of the earth.
Kill the bug that brought the storm.
He himself is a child of God.
The reincarnation of fire.
A being that does not follow the king.
When he killed Surtur, the fire giant who boasted of being the bearer of the primordial flame.
My body was black.
Although it was darker than darkness.
I don’t feel like it.
We need to find it quickly.
Holy relics.
I felt enormous anger at those who did not come.
No audience. Even if it’s out of sync. Is it lost?
dare.
therefore. Find those who are scared and hiding. To give deserved punishment.
They marched and advanced. Before I knew it, there were countless demons following me lined up behind me.
I will get my pieces back.
* * *
“It’s you.”
The missing sacred object was pulled out from it.
It is one of the Demon King’s torn pieces, and is the one who made the Demon King forget his existence.
The first traitor.
‘Ears’ of evil –
Karadam had already lost the power of ‘Thread’ and was waiting for me to find him in the depths of hell, holding the holy relic. The evil ear caused it to lose its existence. Like long ears. It makes you unable to hear. How loud was it? So that I don’t realize what I am. When the relic was pulled out of the eardrum, the ear disappeared. I swallow the holy relic. I regained my lost memories. I am the rightful king of evil. Now, I will try again. To the false king of evil!
* * *
“hey. “Don’t follow me.”
I spoke to the ‘devils’ lined up behind me.
It just passes by, but it keeps sticking and it’s annoying.
There’s no need to kill them.
I thought it would be right to annihilate demons if I became the demon king.
I realized that the providence of the world does not proceed with such simple and childish logic.
What did they say, necessary evil?
A common metaphor is like light and shadow.
Sin had to exist.
Because sin exists, because humans exist.
“I was worried something might happen.”
Finally, there is one sacred object left.
There was no harm in absorbing the holy relic.
In fact, it feels much better because it only makes me stronger.
The enemies I faced would have been very difficult to defeat in the past. under! After all, the item is a scam. Who knew you could become strong so easily?
“It’s a sacred object of pleasure, so what the f*uck do you sing and dance about?”
The remaining holy relics are the holy relics of pleasure.
Unlike other holy relics with a bloody nature, there was nothing much to see at first glance.
Well, if you have it, even a tone-deaf person like me can sing as well as a singer. Otherwise, I believe that I won’t have the power to become good at playing like Lily or something like that. What is certain is that the devil of Nak was nothing more than a coward, seeing as he never once showed any signs while I was messing around in hell. I had a feeling that the ending would end in a boring way.
“You’re finally getting it all together.”
No matter what happens.
Well, the sacred object is ‘mine’ anyway, so what difference does it make?
With light steps, I headed to a place where I could feel the sacred relics of pleasure.
There is no need to rush.
It’s mine anyway.
anyway.
It was mine.
fantasy,
