Chapter 511
When Lars was about to reach out to the White Blood Sect, Rimer took a step forward.
“Keugh… .”
Rimmer did not bend his knees even though he was caught in the waves of the Transcendentalists and was under tremendous pressure.
“I want to ask you something.”
He stood proudly in front of Lars, dripping thin blood from his lips.
“Pick your ears.”
“Ears, ears?”
“Tell me.”
Lars nodded as if he had something to say.
“When you kill Orgos… .”
“Orgos?”
“The one you said was the owner of the crude Magi. Didn’t he see a young human when he killed him? His hair is blonde, and his eyes are red.”
Rimer was taken aback by the word ear-piercing, but as if he didn’t want to miss this opportunity, he spoke about Raon’s appearance.
“He had two long swords and a dagger, and his clothes were black.”
Cheryl moved to Rimmer’s side. He eased his burden and explained additional weapons.
The two of them looked so urgent that they had to borrow the demon king’s hand.
-hmm… .
Raon bit his lip while watching Rimmer and Cheryl’s desperate eyes. I’m alive, so I want to tell you not to worry and get out of here, but I couldn’t say that for the sake of the two of you.
– Lars.
‘I know.’
Lars turned his gaze tediously and met Rimmer’s and Cheryl’s eyes.
“The main king only dealt with those with demonic energy like those worms. There were other humans inside the barrier, but he didn’t really touch them.”
The guy shook his hand and told the two of them to get out of the way.
“It could have fallen into a dimensional gap, or it could have bounced off somewhere.”
-good job.
Lars gave his best performance. It’s strange that the demon king, who even the transcendentalists ignore, only pays attention to a human being who is only a master.
“Um, thank you.”
Rimmer and Cheryl nodded at Lars and backed off.
“It’s strange.”
But it didn’t work for the window light.
“It smells like Raon.”
Merlin had transformed so much that he was now a gaeko, so he hovered around Lars and continued sniffing.
I don’t know how, but it seemed to be tracking with my sense of smell.
“I’m sure it must be nearby, eh eh… .”
“Mmm.”
Lars blushed, and Green’s fingertips trembled as he looked at Merlin’s eyeballs. She still seemed to be terrified of Merlin’s obsession.
-Ras Now is not the time for that.
‘Ah, I know.’
Lars nodded and turned his eyes to the white blood priest.
“How long are you going to keep me waiting?”
“… … .”
The white blood priest raised both hands without answering. A translucent aura rose above her grasp.
It looked like a beautiful drop of water, but inside there was a concentration of blood that was different from before. A sizzling haze blazed all around.
“Hmm.”
Seonggeomryeonju did not step forward, rather took a step back.
He calmed the mighty air and drew an interesting smile like a spectator. He didn’t know what he was thinking.
Gooooo!
Lars sprayed the aura of frost with his finger. The cold air, which drew a geometric trajectory like a magic circle, landed on the floor, creating a soft light.
that buck
Lars stepped on the light and moved forward. He did not lose his dignity even in front of the White Blood Cultist and the Holy Sword Master.
He lowered his hands and lifted his chin, as if he were ready to attack. He said he showed the dignity of the king, and that was right.
Rather, Raon behind Lars looked at the situation and swallowed dryly.
-You should get one.
The spirit of the Baekhyeol cult is stronger than before, and the Seonggeomryeonju is a swordsman who is said to be on par with Glenn.
Even if Lars was pushed back, the match would be similar, so he had to learn at least one thing and go back.
“You are so arrogant to come to someone else’s land.”
The white blood priest twisted his mouth and spread his hands shoulder-width apart. The condensed blood formed a single blade and rose like a sword.
“You’re talking pointlessly.”
Lars quietly wiped his hands. His will drifted into the wind, and Rimer, Cheryl, and Merlin and other soldiers around him were pushed back.
It was a desperate tactic to force the Grand Master and the Transcendentalists to retreat with a light gesture.
“her… .”
“Wasn’t it just strength?”
“This is the Demon King… .”
The Emperor of Comedy, the Ghost Spear, and the Evil Sword Huspered their eyes as they felt the energy of Lass.
“The cost of slapping the principal’s cheek is high. I will kill you!”
The Death Swordsman rolled cold eyes, saying that he would repay the price of being slapped twice.
“I’m scared like one. If you don’t come… .”
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Lars tightened his trembling fingers and curled up his mouth.
“Don’t let the king go.”
With those words, Lars’ body turned into light. The body manifests in front of the Four Sword Demons. As soon as he appeared, he reached out his hand.
Chiyiying!
The capital, blazing with the coldness of the Demon World, aimed at the Death Swordsman’s neck.
“Keugh!”
However, the Death Swordsman was a transcendentalist who rose to a higher rank than Orgos.
In response to Ra’s attack, he immediately raised a shield. A blackened flame collided with the capital of Rath.
What a bummer!
The fog of frost that wrapped around the capital of Ras completely froze the demon’s energy and penetrated even the blade.
“What is this!”
The evil swordsman hurriedly stepped back and sprayed black flowers on the sword. Black flames swirled and gathered as if imprisoning Lars.
“Go away.”
Ras shouted as if commanding the black flames rushing in from all sides.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
The voice containing the demon king’s will manifests itself with substance. The flames caused by the evil swordsman faded without burning a single hem of Ras’s clothes.
“No, no way… .”
The Death Swordsman shook his chin as he recited what Orgos had said.
“can not believe it!”
He stabbed the sky with his sword, fear and disbelief glistening in his eyes.
The blackening fire from the blade trapped Lars and created hundreds of heat rays. Each of the flames was a swordsmanship containing the invincibility of the super-rising.
“It’s crude.”
Lars laughed and waved his hand like a fly. Waves of frost that bloomed on the back of her hand spread in a semicircle like dew on a leaf, froze all the flames of the Four Sword Demons.
The black flames trapped in the blue ice revealed the creepiness as well as the beauty.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
The frozen flames were broken into pieces, and the evil swordsman’s expression was no less crushed than that.
Tuoong!
Lars stepped on his feet as white cold air rose from the floor. He emerged from behind the Four Sword Demons, then reached out wildly and grabbed his arm.
Pood de deude deuk!
The dead swordsman’s arm was completely pulled out, and red blood sprayed in the air.
“Quaaaaaagh!”
“To be careless in front of the main king, you went mad because you wanted to die.”
Ras threw the demon’s arm on the floor, revealing white teeth.
-under… .
Raon let out a fuss.
-Is this a real cold spell?
I’d never even thought of freezing a flame, but Lars was demonstrating it. He seemed to know why he always said image and imagination were important.
However, the battle was not over yet, and the enemy was not alone.
Whoa!
The white blood priest didn’t miss the gap where the cold air covered his eyes, and penetrated the gap between Rath and fired a sword of blood.
Her lips moved quickly, and thousands of blades coiled around Lars.
Chiyiying!
A power that is different from that of the Four Sword Demons. The blade of blood even pierced Rath’s cold air and ripped through the inside. It was martial arts and witchcraft that showed what a real transcendental person was.
Whoa!
When the white-blooded priest recited the high-speed mantra again, the blades of blood that had been flying in the sky rained down on Rath.
did not move at the same time. As if aiming for a time difference, it was eating away at the space itself to avoid.
“It’s quite the way.”
He smiled as he watched the transparent blade that Lars was slashing at.
“However… .”
The moment his hand swept the air as if touching a marble, the pieces of frost condensed as if stretching.
The blades of cold air surged like raging waves, causing the same changes and illusions as the blades of blood operated by the White Blood cult.
Kya Gya Gya Gya Gya Gya Gya Gya Gya!
Cold and blood collided head-on, and a terrifying roar rang through the night sky.
“Kuh… .”
The white-blooded priest frowned at the cold energy of frost, but Lars pushed the ground with his left foot while watching her with eyes that had not yet lost their composure.
The space was folded horizontally, revealing the bewildered eyes of the white blood priest in front of his hand.
“helminth.”
It was when Lars was trying to grab the ebony-like hair of the white-blooded cult leader. An eerie aura appeared in the right square.
‘It’s finally here.’
The Seonggeomyeonju, who had retreated as if he were about to fall into battle, stabbed his sword in the midst of the explosion.
What a bummer!
I couldn’t afford to look back. I quickly aroused my suspicions. As the will and demonic energy synchronized, a huge wall of cold air rose from the floor and blocked the sword strike of the Holy Sword Trainer.
Kyaaaang!
However, the sword of Seonggeomryunju cut through the snow wall as if it were only wrapped around the sword, and fired a second sword attack.
Lars stretched out his hands in both directions. He added the pulling power with the left hand and the pushing power with the right hand to the magi.
As the waves of coldness spread, the body of the white blood cult leader was dragged along, and the sword strike of the holy sword master was pushed back without being able to approach.
“Where!”
The white-blooded lord stretched out his bloody hand as if everything went well. A cold-blooded grip slammed into Lars’ chest.
Chii profit!
Lars’ hand moved up the crescent moon’s outer surface. The attack of her white-blooded cult was gently shed, and cold chains were applied to her body and soul.
On the contrary, it made it hit the floor by suppressing the sword of Seonggeomyeonju.
Damn it!
A thrilling force that blocks the offensive of the two transcendents and even counterattacks. However, the White Blood Religion Master and the Holy Sword Master were also not ordinary transcendentalists.
Chii profit!
The Baekhyeol master broke the chains of cold air by causing sparks of blood all over his body, and the Seonggeomryeonju moved to a direction where the coldness of Lass did not reach and swung a black sword covered in white frost.
Lars stepped into the gap between the white blood cultist who was trying to solidify his defense without letting go of his guard against the Holy Sword Master.
“Cheet!”
In that short moment, the White Blood Master regained his breath and stretched out his feet. It was an extreme angle that cut into his chest before he could even take a breath.
Fast!
Ras raised translucent cold air in his grasp and grabbed the shin of the white-blooded cultist. Blood and cold clashed, and intense sparks exploded.
Chiyiying!
Ras’s hand stretched out without hesitation in the intense spark that swallowed even the transcendent’s flesh. When he was about to grab the head of the white blood leader, the holy sword master stabbed his sword as if he had been waiting for it.
Woo woo woo!
Ras laid the leg of the white blood priest and drew a figure as if holding a marble, putting his left hand up and his right hand down. The cold air that rose from his grip twisted the space.
What a bummer!
As the space was destroyed, the sword of the Seonggeomyeonju, which was heading towards Lars’ heart, pierced the air, and the power of the Whiteblood Religionist struck the ground.
Lars threw his fist at the white blood cult leader’s face in the distorted space.
Aaaaaagh!
The white-blooded priest made a shield of blood in the meantime, but Lars stretched out his fist as if it didn’t matter and hit her on the head.
“Huh?”
Seonggeomryeonju laughed at the space where the sword was twisted.
“It’s definitely a skill that deserves the title of Demon King.”
He nodded, looking at the cold sword.
“This damn monster!”
The white-blooded priest gnashed his teeth as he wiped his lips dripping with white blood.
Whoa!
She put her hands together in anger.
A white tidal wave rose from the blood-soaked earth. As if trying to capture the light of the stars, the tidal wave surged up to the end of the sky and poured down towards Lars. The harmony of martial arts and witchcraft. It was the power to turn dreams into reality.
“Separate.”
Lars’ sky blue eyes sprinkled an auspicious light. He shuddered with his hands behind his back in front of the magnificent waves of blood.
Wow!
As the demon king’s voice resounded the world once again, the waves of blood created by the White Blood Master split. The mysterious art of putting one’s thoughts into one’s voice. It was a commandment.
Damn it!
The wave of blood that could not even touch Rath completely melted the forest behind him and sank.
“This, this… .”
The white blood priest opened his eyes as if he had never thought of this situation in a dream.
-It was like this before… .
Raon swallowed dry saliva, remembering the waves and flames that split at Lars’ words.
‘It’s called the Word of God.’
Lars said to himself what he had just done.
-Eonryeong?
‘I should have told you once before, but putting your will into your voice and fulfilling that will in reality.’
-Is it some kind of dragon magic?
‘Lizards do it instinctively, but others need to be enlightened. Ah, come to think of it, I’ll have to finish it quickly.’
He muttered that he was running out of time and spread his hands.
“I won’t kill you with all my might… .”
The white blood priest let out a rough breath and put his hands together. She moved so fast that she couldn’t see her lips, and a white dawn blazed across the night sky.
A hazy silhouette spread in the lofty dawn, and the god of the White Blood Church, with forty-eight arms and three eyes, stepped down. It was the manifestation of the Mara blood God Guanyin.
When the blood god opened his eyes, red blood flowed from his veined pupils and soaked the earth.
-that… .
Raon widened his eyes at the blood god.
‘My arm has grown!’
The number of blood god’s arms was 44 when Glenn was fighting before, but now it’s 46. As expected, she too was growing.
Woo woo woo!
When the lips of the white-blooded cultist moved at super-fast speed, the sky was enveloped in animosity, and the weapons of the human world soared above the forty-six hands of the Goddess of Mara.
Without stopping, she chanted the second incantation. Pure white flames burned from the forty-six weapons held by the Blood God. It was the blood of the rain of the Ma-ryeo blood-sik Guanyin.
“I guess I’ll have to be moderately strong too.”
Seonggeomyeonju raised a black sword. A darkness deeper than the night burns above the black blade that has gained life. Breath-taking pressure emanated from the blade of the black sword, which seemed to have melted the shadows.
But he seemed to still have some energy left.
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
The blood spirit of the Baekhyeol religious leader and the black soul of the Seonggeomryeonju spread out at the same time, and the earth is erased with black light as if it had never existed.
A huge storm soared around them, and waves of mana so great that if they retreated, they would be torn to death by the wind.
“after… .”
Lars let out a low breath. He held out his right hand, clad in his mysticism like a long robe. The loser of the underworld who went beyond transcendence drew a faint smile.
“Pierce it.”
An ecstatic light that made it impossible to open the eyes rose above the demon king’s grip.
The final battle of the Demon King of Wrath.
Silver Moon Horseshoe.
The blue flash fired along with the spirit of the word collided with the spirit of the blood spirit of the Baekhyeol religious leader and the black soul of the Seonggeomryunju.
Aaaaaaaaagh!
Blood light, darkness, and blue light competed in power, causing a terrifying explosion of mana. Truly the manifestation of a god of supernatural power. It was a clash of transcendence that no one in the world could suppress.
Lars accelerated the pushing force with his will. As the coldness of the Silver Moon Demonstration spread widely, as if trying to cover the enemy, the White Blood Religion Master spread the energy of his blood equally to the surroundings to block the gap.
‘Now!’
Ras created blue flames in his eyes, condensing the energy of the Silver Moon Horseshoe into one point.
Jiji Jijik!
The energy of frost was condensed in an instant, penetrated the blood spirit of the White Blood Religion Master, and pushed away the Black Star Soul of the Seonggeomyeonju.
Poududeuk!
Ras didn’t miss the opportunity and moved right in front of the White Blood Lord. With her blood gone, she grabbed her neck and gave her strength.
“Turn it off!”
The white blood priest tried to defend her with blood, but he blocked her with cold and twisted her neck.
“Be still.”
“I’m sorry, but it wasn’t my plan for her to die.”
The black sword of the Holy Sword Master, who approached before he knew it, cut down on Lars’ shoulder.
Kyaaaaang!
Blue iron armor sprouted from Ras’ clothes and blocked the blade.
– Snowflake Barding!
The armor of blue light was in perfect shape and was blocking the sword of the Holy Sword Trainer.
Jiji Jijik!
But it didn’t seem like it would last long. The power of the sword of the holy sword training rapidly increased, and cold sweat flowed down Lars’ forehead.
Pudududeuk!
When the barding was broken, Lars took the sword of the Holy Sword Trainer with his hand. With his left hand, he was holding the head of the white blood leader.
“go away… .”
The white-blooded lord pushed Lass away with blood, and the sword of the lord of the holy sword created an eerie light.
‘As expected.’
When Lars nodded as if he finally understood it, an enormous wave of mana arose in the sky.
When he raised his head, a huge golden dragon that covered countless stars was spreading its snout wide.
oh oh oh!
Bright yellow breath flashes in the dark mouth. Lightning Breath. The gold dragon’s strongest weapon fell like lightning.
Don’t fall!
At that moment, swords wrapped in red lightning rushed from the right sky.
A swordsmanship that transcends the concept of speed. A thunderbolt that couldn’t be pushed back even by the dragon’s breath covered the air.
‘It’s finally here.’
As if he had waited, Lars let go of the white blood cult leader’s neck, put his hands together as if praying, and then twisted his left hand in the opposite direction.
The patterns of cold air that had been laid on the floor at first produced a brilliant light.
Kwaaaaaaang!
Breath, brain energy, blood energy, and swords collided, and a storm of light that was not in the world soared.
