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Conquest of the Other World (3)
The level of demons that ruled over Devore varied greatly.
Starting from a level that falls far short of transcendence, all the way to an entity that has grown to the level just below that of a great demon.
Since demons draw their power from the karma and fear associated with their names, innate power was a very important factor in developing their abilities, as well as effort.
No matter how hard I worked, if my nickname was something like ‘theft’, there was a limit to how far I could go.
In that sense, the land that was completely devastated and overflowing with negative emotions was like a land of opportunity for the demons who had been neglected.
About a hundred years ago.
When the gates of hell opened in this world.
The lower demons who were stuck at the bottom of hell and were receiving small amounts of money here and there through lowly contractors, all of them came out to the surface without exception.
In a world like that, there was no need to rely solely on contractors that one did not like.
Demons roamed the world and enjoyed their freedom to the fullest, and the karma and fear they earned in the process became their strength.
That was the everyday scene in this ruined world right now.
A playground for demons and a breeding ground for squeezing their nutrients.
In fact, if they had wanted to, they could have exterminated humans at any time, but they didn’t.
The penalties he had to endure when coming to the surface, such as losing his immortality, were no longer a big deal.
It might have been different in the early days when the gates of hell had just opened or in the middle of the last resistance forces’ fight, but now that all humans have been reduced to livestock, there is no one left who dares resist the devil.
Chook—!
“Ugh!”
That is why the current phenomenon occurring worldwide is a huge change that no one in this world could have predicted.
Demons dying one by one from the sudden attack of the army of death.
“Kyaaah! What the heck? What the hell is this! How can an undead be like this!”
And of course.
The list of victims included not only lower-level entities such as the ‘Demon of Fraud’, but also higher-level entities that were recognized in the demon society.
“I had high hopes for the Sword Demon… This is such a disappointment. I was hoping that I would be able to relax a bit after a long time.”
A sword demon wearing the shell of a healthy adult male gnashed his teeth fiercely and glared at the intruder muttering softly before him.
A middle-aged man wearing a black uniform of an unusual style and holding a long sword.
He looked incredibly calm, unusual for someone who had just had one of his wrists cut off.
‘Me? I was struck by a sword? Me, a sword demon?!’
He glanced down at his severed right hand, which was rolling on the floor, clutching the sword tightly, and his face distorted.
Even if he had been fighting with a sword while wearing a human shell, it was impossible for him, a sword demon, to be defeated by an opponent with a sword.
If the other demons found out about this, they would be laughed at for hundreds of years to come.
That’s especially true if the opponent is not a human but an undead…
[Absolutely unacceptable! I will tear you to pieces!]
A sharp aura emanated from his body as he burst into a violent rage.
And right after that.
A huge blade sprouted from his severed wrist.
The changes didn’t stop there.
Puhwaak—! Boom boom!
His body swelled and all sorts of swords emerged from all over his body.
Greatswords, longswords, daggers, and even deformed swords shaped like saw blades or sickles.
Instead of fingers, his once healthy left hand had five sharp blades, and his hair had become long, thin swords that reflected light here and there.
[This body is the sword demon! The sword is everything that refers to me! Your attacks will never reach me!]
A giant monster over 6 meters tall, its entire body made of sharp blades, roared as it looked down at the ground.
No matter what anyone says, his nickname is ‘Sword Demon’.
Although he was a master of the sword, the swordsmanship derived from it was merely a secondary element.
After all, the element that symbolizes him is the sword itself.
And isn’t it a weapon that has been with us since the beginning of human history and has accumulated fear over a long period of time?
The sword demon who used it as a weapon and armor was a powerful demon who was ranked among the top demons, different from other idiots.
“Hmm.”
But even in the face of such overwhelming majesty, the middle-aged warrior still looked indifferent.
“If the Sword Demon looks like this… the ‘Weapon Demon’ above him probably isn’t that different. It’s a shame.”
I just glance over the giant guy who is lightly clicking his tongue and making a face.
[Cheeky! I’ll turn you into dust so you can never come back to life!]
The sword demon, enraged by him, rushed forward and tore through the space.
‘I was just careless earlier! A sword will never be able to harm this body!’
The swords that formed that body were all intertwined with extraordinary legends.
It is unbreakable, ignores any solid defense, is inevitably fatal when stabbed, always brings victory, and can even cut down transcendent beings.
And all those abilities became his strength.
That was his proud power as a sword demon, which had frustrated countless warriors over the years.
As a swordsman, the situation wouldn’t be much different for that insolent undead.
“Tsk, there really is no beast. I think the one just now was better.”
That’s what it should have been like…
Swish—
The body of the sword demon that had been raging fiercely stopped.
Without realizing it, his gaze slowly turned downwards.
[uh?]
An unfamiliar diagonal line that ran across his upper body, one that did not originally exist.
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Crunch— crunch!
One by one, the cut blades fell down along the crack.
In the end, his upper body, unable to bear the weight, collapsed to the floor.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A futile fight that was decided in one blow.
But that wasn’t all that mattered to him now.
[Cough! How! How can you use a sword on me!]
The sword demon was cut by the sword.
He couldn’t help but be confused by that unbelievable situation.
A blow that ignores one’s own authority?
Because it was something that was absolutely impossible according to his common sense.
“I don’t know why I have to explain such basic things.”
The great warrior Cheonma, who had once surpassed the highest realm and reached the realm of myth, lightly stroked the beloved sword in his hand—the Cheonma Divine Sword—and answered indifferently.
“This body is the sword, and the sword is this body. It is meaningless to debate whether the subject of the sword strike with the mind is actually the sword or not.”
It was just a simple application of the body-sword union and the mind-sword union.
I will never be able to understand that monster who only considers the fundamental aspects of the sword, not a martial artist who pursues the ultimate in martial arts through cultivation.
[Ahhhh! No! This is ridiculous! I’m like this···!]
That was all the sword demon’s will said.
Countless pieces of sword debris soon crumble into pieces with a flash of light.
Cheonma, who had left it behind, slowly turned his wrist.
“Hmm, but it wasn’t completely meaningless, was it?”
Although the match itself was over quickly, the process itself wasn’t all that easy.
No matter what, it was true that he was my enemy, so I had to do my best in one blow, almost to the point of reaching my limit.
In the process, the memory was damaged and the lost realm was also recovered to some extent.
Even though the level itself may still be lower than before, with the help of all kinds of corrections, the power output will not be that far behind.
When the undead subordinates who arrived so late were collecting the remains of the demons that were their spoils of war.
“I see you’re done. I heard that the Sword Demon is quite a strong entity, and you’re truly amazing.”
A woman slowly approached him and spoke to him.
A female warrior wearing armor that seemed to be made of the abyss and did not allow a single ray of light to pass through, and carrying a similarly pitch-black shield and battle hammer.
Cheonma slowly nodded his head as he watched the black aura rising from her body slowly consume the surroundings.
“I guess it ended without any problems for you too.”
He was a former priest and scribe who could be considered his motive.
The undead following her had also been in a fierce battle, as there were traces of fighting everywhere.
“My opponent was not a very strong demon. Thanks to that, I was able to instill the right teachings. How can you proudly call yourself the ‘demon of disbelief’ when our Lord Himself has descended into this world?”
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled brightly, saying that there was only death for heretics.
Proudly carrying a huge hammer on his shoulder, soaked in an unidentifiable, reddish liquid.
“Well, okay. Anyway, is this pretty much the end for this area?”
The immortal army’s lightning strike operation was still in progress.
A legion of death that spreads throughout the world like cancer cells spreading through the body, persistently targeting demons.
Of course, there were quite a few losses that occurred during the process, but given the nature of the undead race, that wasn’t a big deal.
In this world filled with resentful deaths, there was also an abundance of materials to replenish power.
“Right. Then next···”
The scribe who had been answering his questions stopped talking for a moment and stared blankly into space.
Cheonma also showed the same reaction.
Somewhere far away, unseen by the naked eye.
I felt one of the two massive forces clashing violently, forcibly crushing the other and swallowing it.
And after a while.
“···I guess you’re finished.”
“It’s the end.”
A short phrase came out of both of their mouths at the same time.
“So now there is only one thing left?”
“Yes. You could say that’s practically the main dish.”
“I’m looking forward to it. I wish there were more useful ones there.”
After exchanging some light conversation, they turned around and started walking away.
In the direction of the moving magic circle that the undead wizards had just completed.
Woohoo—
Such massive migration was not unique to them, but was a common sight among most of the undead in this world.
A huge current that instantly shakes up the fate of a world that has already been firmly established.
The immortal army that swept through the Great Demon of Sorrow and the Great Demon of Destruction and his subordinates in a rapid succession.
Finally, they all turned their attention to the remaining forces of the Great Demon.
The strongest demon that reigns at the top of Devour.
To a place ruled by the Infinite Demon.
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Hans slowly nodded his head as he checked the condition of his body by rotating every joint in his body.
‘I see now why the Great Demon is called the pinnacle of this world.’
The first successful hunt was Heartbreak, and the second was Ruin.
Both were powerful opponents with tricky powers.
The power of sorrow that neutralizes enemies within the area while nullifying all hostile attacks directed at you.
It was an exceptional power in battle against the great army, but it was also an ability specialized in self-preservation.
Any energy that approached him would dissipate and disappear, making it impossible to land a proper attack.
[There is no such thing as absolute in this world.]
The same goes for the Great Demon of Destruction, who has the power to destroy everything in the universe.
If they were his subordinate undead, they would have all melted away before he could even approach them, but it was meaningless to him, who had no intention of receiving help from his subordinates from the beginning.
How could he, the so-called ruler of death, be defeated by those great demons?
‘That’s a shame, by the way. If the Great Demon of Death had still been around, it would have been of great help to me.’
In the process of defeating the two great demons, he was also able to achieve some of his original goals.
I had hoped for it, and indeed, there were traces of the visit of the Heavenly King in this Devore.
‘A being that destroys the walls of the world, opens the gates of hell, and hunts down absolute beings including the great demon of death. The only one who can do such a thing is the Heavenly Lord.’
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get all the information I wanted.
Since Grief and Destruction were in a position to be promoted after the gates of Hell opened, there were many things they did not know about before that.
[Kuhehe, I guess the most certain way is to defeat the Infinite Demon.]
Fortunately, the only one left who survived the Burning Crusade and maintained the position of Great Demon until now was Muhan.
Besides that, I heard that the massacre and horror that had survived had been killed by the executioner a hundred years ago.
‘Was it the Great Demons of Hell being eaten by him that triggered the destruction of the world?’
In other words, the balance of the world was disrupted in hell first, not on earth.
With the scales tipped significantly and the barrier separating the two worlds breached, it was only natural that demons would be pushed out onto the surface and allowed to run wild.
In fact, the basic design of the dimension called Devoir was almost completely destroyed.
‘If we get rid of all the demons that have come to the surface, won’t we somehow find a way out? The administrators of this world will take care of the rest.’
Before organizing, it was a priority to clean up the backflowing waste.
The demons of Devore are beings born from the negative elements that make up the world.
Even if we wipe them all out now, after a long time they will naturally arise again in Hell, but by then the world’s barriers will have been restored to some extent.
Just by buying him that time, he could see that he had done enough.
‘Of course, for that we need to get those things out of the way first.’
Hans looked ahead with his eyes blazing black light.
A massive army that filled the plains.
The force was not the immortal army under his command.
[Indeed, it is infinite···.]
The legions of hell summoned by the devil.
It’s not just a matter of inflating the numbers.
Because there were a lot of high-ranking demons mixed in there, who were previously thought to be quite difficult.
‘There are so many people who look exactly the same. Even those who are already dead and gone. Could it be that they have the ability to copy even dead demons?’
Maybe that’s not all of his abilities.
Isn’t the concept of ‘infinity’ a word with infinite possibilities that can be utilized in any way?
‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’
But Hans didn’t care one bit.
That would be the case.
“Kyaaaaak—!”
[For the King of Death! Slaughter all who stand in your way!]
“Krrrrr!”
[Woooooooo——!]
He is the pinnacle of necromancers, more specialized than anyone else in these large-scale rotations.
Because he was the immortal king.
