Episode 238
Apostle.
It means a being who is directly or indirectly connected to God and the devil by making a contract with them.
Naturally, the most important thing to become an apostle was one’s own ability.
In that respect, Cain was born as a demon, one of the Four Emperors, and among them, Cain’s ability to open three pairs of wings with his strategic ability was no different from what had already been proven.
In other words, Cain was fully qualified to become an apostle of the devil, and had actually made an apostle contract with a fairly high level devil.
Nevertheless, the reason why Cain could not help but be surprised at the term ‘Apostle of Baal’ was simple.
“… … “If you think of impersonating his apostle, I will tear you to pieces and bring you to Pandemonium and put you on trial.”
Baal, the pinnacle of all evil.
Because he was known to have never had a single apostle.
Not only was the dragon climber, who was called a demon dragon and there were very few beings among the demons that could properly deal with him, but the demon emperor who led the demons was also not chosen by Baal.
However, since Jean Marceau in front of me said that he was an apostle of Baal, it was natural for him to react that way.
but.
“It’s not a good habit to assume that just because you say something is impossible, everyone in the world thinks it’s impossible.”
“… … Ugh.”
Jean Marceau just smiled calmly.
The sour grapes theory applies everywhere.
This is no different from thinking that no one can eat grapes that they themselves could not eat.
Cain, unable to find words to refute such ridicule, gritted his teeth and groaned.
Right on target.
Because it hit the nail on the head.
“… … Does not matter. “Even if I am His apostle, I am enough for you.”
“They say there is a difference between arrogance and arrogance. In your case, it would be better to view it as being formidable. It would be a shame. If I had been arrogant, wouldn’t I have been chosen by Baal?”
“… … “Shut up!”
Nonsense story.
Baal, the pinnacle of all evil, is known to love and cherish ‘arrogant’ beings and beings related to ‘appetite’.
Of course, loving and caring and becoming an apostle were two different things, so it could be said that Jean Marceau’s words were meant to tease and sarcastize Cain.
Cain noticed this and attacked while gritting his teeth.
“… … Demon Fighting – Chapter 2, Demon Fighting Fist.”
Took!
As the fist full of black magic energy is stretched out, the enormous magic energy that explodes is spewed forward like Cremore’s iron balls.
Seeing what looked like small seeds flying towards him, Jean Marceau smiled and tightened the handle of the staff he was holding.
Sereung-
“Ale.”
Looking at the flying seeds of magic energy, he bowed slightly to Cain beyond him and announced the start. Jean Marceau’s staff, no, his staff sword, was pulled out.
Jean Marceau’s mouth watered again when the cane sword, drawn out lightly and smoothly, boasted a sleek sword body.
“Marsh (forward).”
“… … !”
green onion –
Cain is surprised to see Jean Marceau, who only took a slight step forward, but instantly reduced the distance to the magic seed to zero.
Jean Marceau’s hand gracefully embroiders the air as he smiles at Cain, who looks at him in surprise, and puts his fedora on his head again.
“Parad.”
Teodeodeodeong!
It didn’t take long for the lightly swung cane sword to remove all the seeds of demon energy flying through the air.
Jean Marceau’s eyes sparkled as he lightly swung his sword and removed even the demon energy flowing from the seed of demon energy that exploded with a small explosion.
“Ripost.”
“… … “Ugh!”
Paang!
A sting like a flash of light.
The sting, which he could not detect with his eyes or senses, pierced Cain’s torso.
Unlike the seemingly light sword, Cain felt a heavy impact at the tip of the sword. He gritted his teeth and spat out magical energy.
Fuwaaaaak!
“… … Longpr.”
Jean Marceau glided back gently and clicked his tongue as he looked at the waves of magic energy flowing over him.
“A single magical energy is enormous.”
“… … You seem to like eating, so I’ll hang out with you. “My demon energy will tear you to pieces and eat you, old man.”
“As much as you can.”
Cain’s new model shakes and shoots like a bullet as his eyes widen as he looks at Jean Marceau, who shrugs his shoulders and shakes off the dust on his suit.
“… … Demon Fighting – Chapter 3, Demon Bomb.”
Kwagwagwagwagwa!!!
Soon, the demonic energy that was flowing behind Cain’s back soared into the sky and soon began to pour down like a waterfall.
Jean Marceau frowned slightly and swung his sword at the sight that seemed to be about to sweep away everything that existed on earth.
“Envelopement.”
Whoop-
The gently rotating tip of the sword traps the magical energy waterfall.
“Off… … .”
“… … Hmm.”
Struggle of power.
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A waterfall of magical energy that sweeps away the world, and a blade that binds and suppresses the waterfall of magical energy.
There was no winner in that match.
Pow-!
In the end, the magic waterfall, unable to withstand the pressure, exploded, sending Cain and Jean Marceau flying backwards with a large explosion.
Next-
Of course, the two people who were blown backwards by the explosion landed lightly on the ground, but their appearance had changed to a very shabby appearance compared to the first time.
The appearance of the two people, covered in dust, could hardly be called beggars.
After a brief lull, the two people looked at each other and maintained a standoff.
“… … I understand to some extent. “Have you considered shouting out the name of technology as a ‘constraint’?”
“You’re a friend with a good sense of vision. “The people outside were pierced or cut before they knew it.”
“It’s strange not knowing. It doesn’t make sense that he could show that much power without even putting enough energy into his swordsmanship. “Isn’t this impossible except for restrictions?”
“Perhaps because he has lived for a long time, he has considerable knowledge. “He must be a friend with a chewy taste.”
“… … Tsk.”
It’s good to know that Jean Marceau’s source of power is ‘constraints’, but Cain doesn’t know what the technical name he shouts means anyway.
As a result, it meant that nothing would change, and there was nothing that could be done other than clicking Cain’s tongue in response to Jean Marceau’s murder.
“Are you planning on just standing there?”
“… … “I was already thinking of moving, old man.”
“That’s too much for an old man. “I’m still in my prime.”
Cain’s new brother, with the cross veins protruding from his forehead, was shaken again by the relaxed appearance of Jean Marceau, who smiled slightly, shook off the dust, and adjusted his crooked bowler hat.
Bang bang bang! Chaeng-Chaeng! Chachaechaechaeng!
Soon, only the explosion of sound and the sound of weapons clashing began to echo around the two people. * * *
“Attack.”
The gently struck sword stabs honestly.
But being honest didn’t mean it was an easy attack to prevent.
A hole opened in Cain’s body.
“Pangte.”
The long thrust created a couple more holes.
Although the wound recovered quickly, the shock still remained in Cain’s body and was enough to torment him.
“Scube.”
In order to overcome the current situation, I tried using the Yukchamgoldan technique of giving flesh and taking bones, but it was in vain because of Jean Marceau, who avoided the attack by spinning like a top.
of course-
“Contre Attacque.”
“… … “Kwaaak!”
The price for a failed attack was several holes.
counter.
Cain, who was hit with a proper counter, fell back with a painful scream, creating an additional hole as large as the hole he had created so far.
With Cain’s departure, Jean Marceau left his position.
“Bonongnariere.”
“… … !”
The speed of Jean Marceau jumping from his seat was beyond imagination.
Cain, who was concentrating his energy on healing his wounds at a speed that could not be traced even with the naked eye, gritted his teeth and crossed his hands to block the attack.
Looking at Cain’s crossed arms, Jean Marceau smiled slightly and pursed his lips.
“Flash.”
Paang!
Jean Marceau’s new form, which was jumping and running towards him, increases in size and at the same time throws a thrust at a speed that cannot even be seen properly.
Phuuk-
“… … “Kaaaaaa!”
The thin, long sword pierces both crossed arms and even pierces the chest.
It was a wound that would have killed an ordinary person, but Cain ended up stumbling around, shedding a large amount of black blood.
Looking at the slowly healing wounds, no one would think that he would die from the attack, even though he may have suffered fatal injuries.
“It’s over.”
“… … shut up.”
Of course, Jean Marceau thought so too, but the outcome of victory or defeat was already known.
Although it was amazing to recover from such a fatal wound, it was not a recovery without any consequences.
In other words, regardless of whether he recovers or leaves it alone, it is impossible for Cain to win against Jean Marceau, who is almost intact.
Cain’s choice when he sensed defeat was not surrender.
It was only natural that death would await him if he chose to surrender in the first place.
“… … Wow!!! Great devil!!!”
“Hmm, is it a struggle? “This is nothing special.”
Jean Marceau’s relaxed face hardened at the sight of Cain crying out for the Great Devil.
This was because he knew very well what would happen when a high-ranking demon called out to the great devil.
However, the opponent was already mortgaging my soul to draw the power of the Great Devil.
“I’m proud. “Are you saying it’s okay to suffer for eternity?”
“only you… … All I have to do is kill you… … “I will get my soul back in exchange for yours.”
“Hmm, if you want to give someone else’s soul in exchange, you would have to get permission from that soul… … Do you think I will allow it?”
“shut up! Torture or whatever else you do, just take your soul!”
Cain’s appearance, engulfed in enormous demonic energy, was clearly several times stronger than before.
The price of mortgaging one’s soul was certainly high.
What appeared to be a fatal wound healed in an instant, and as if that wasn’t enough, his physical abilities were strengthened several times, and he was overflowing with almost infinite magical energy.
Jean Marceau, who was looking at Cain blankly, sighed and snapped his fingers.
“Langue. “It’s meal time.”
Buzz buzz buzz-
As soon as someone named Longu is called, the space behind Jean Marceau begins to vibrate.
and-
-Churiririt!
“… … what?”
What appeared in the space created behind his back was none other than his tongue.
The tongue, which looked like a tentacle, thrust itself out and flew towards Cain like a beam of light.
“This is crazy!”
Puhwaak!
Cain was taken aback by the sudden attack and responded by unleashing the magic energy he had received from the Great Devil, but-
Empty!
“… … Stop it?”
-Chwirit!
Instead, it only inflamed the tongue-shaped tentacle.
The tentacle, which was twitching its tongue roughly in anger, soon entangled Cain’s entire body.
“Ugh… … Wow! Kyahaaaak!”
Incomprehensible groans and painful screams are heard alternately.
A red flushed face.
Jean Marceau, who was staring at Cain with an expression on his face that was unclear as to whether it was excitement or pain, waved his hand with an expression of regret.
“I hope you enjoy it.”
-Chwirit!
Jean Marceau, who had no choice but to hand over the Cain he was trying to eat, spoke with a hint of regret, and the tongue-shaped tentacle fluttered happily, then returned to the hole from which it had appeared.
“Is it the end? Tsk, that’s a shame. There’s nothing worthwhile about it. Loss, loss.”
Jean Marceau, who had no choice but to use the ‘pet’ he received as an apostle of Baal due to the deceptive power of the Great Devil’s power and hand over Cain as his prey, pulled out a chair from sub-space with regret and flopped down on it.
“I’ve sorted this out, so you can do your own thing, young friend of Baal’s interest!”
He then shouted something at Jinhyeok, who was fighting with Donnas Taylor from afar, and then took out a well-cooked steak along with the table and started cutting it.
It was the moment when Jean Marceau’s restaurant opened, which was not suitable for a battlefield filled with blood and shouting.
But no one even came near Jean Marceau, let alone touched him.
There was no reason to touch a sleeping tiger, so it was natural.
In this way, the war in Yuldo Province rushed towards its end like a runaway locomotive.
