Episode 485: Marquis of Discord (3)
The vision is so dark that if you stretch out your arms, you can’t even count how many fingers you have.
But even in such darkness, some objects were unusually visible.
A person stood up in front of Bikir’s eyes.
“… … Sergeant Janet.”
Bikir muttered in a broken voice.
The person standing in front of you must be familiar.
He was a comrade in the same unit before returning.
After that, one by one, familiar faces appeared.
Comrades left behind in the age of destruction. His subordinates, comrades and superiors stood there, bleeding, glaring at Bikir.
[Are you not coming back?]
[You could bring us back to life.]
[Are you leaving your comrades behind?]
[Was the world after returning so comfortable?]
[okay. Leave behind the sacrifices of your comrades and live well.]
[I only believed in you… … .]
They shed bloody tears and shouted at Bikir.
A thick cold sweat dripped down.
The trauma deep inside her heart revived like an evil spirit and clamped down on Bikir’s heart.
[Did you return to flirt with women?]
[Have you really done your best to prevent the destruction of mankind?]
[Are you still a demon hunter?]
[I don’t even remember the sacrifices of my comrades anymore!]
[…] … betrayer! … … turncoat!]
The ghosts of the past began to cry like a funeral song.
They opened their mouths wide enough to let their lower jaws fall out, and from within they drew tongues as sharp as spears and spat sharp words at Bikir.
One tongue turned into a spear and flew into Bikir’s chest.
After that, numerous tongues were flying like daggers.
Vikir stepped back, feeling his entire body covered in blood.
I was surprised when I checked and the body was fine.
Was the blood fountain from just now a hallucination?
‘Andras’ specialty is playing with the other person’s mind. He must never be deceived.’
Bikir desperately turned away from the spears and daggers that came into his heart.
at that time.
Bikir turned around and saw something different this time.
[Who are you to reject the contract at will?]
[Don’t you listen to our opinions?]
[You were born into an aristocratic family, though.]
[I was buried in a food waste bin right after I was born and died?]
[I froze to death in the coin locker of the magic train.]
Standing there were children who had died in the orphanage.
Children who died shortly after birth, or died soon after birth.
Beings who were forced to be born by their parents.
They were sending resentful glances toward Bikir.
And one girl standing at the front of the group of children.
[brother. No, mister.]
A child who lost his life a long time ago and became the first guilt after returning.
The nymphet opened her mouth to Vikir.
[The human desire for development and the instinct to rise are well said… … Do you have the right to say such a thing?]
“… … that.”
Bikir opened her mouth involuntarily.
But the nymphet didn’t wait for that.
[It comes through like an awl in your pocket? Hohoho- Are you referring to my tongue?]
The specter with the face of a nymphet smirked and then spat out a long spear-like tongue from its mouth.
The words of the nymphet that had been lodged in Bikir’s chest were terribly sharp and cold.
just like this world.
Before long, his comrades-in-arms from the era of destruction and all the children who had died on this side of the world surrounded Bikir.
[A guy with no qualifications dares!]
[Hang on! Hang!]
[Throw the stone!]
[Kill! I have to kill you!]
At the same time, the dagger continues to be stabbed.
… puck! … puck! … puck! … Fuck!
It was not only lodged in the mind, but also lodged in the body.
It’s not a metaphor or a metaphor, it’s really hurting.
“… … !”
Bikir drew Baalzebub long.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!
Baskerville Type 8. A level that can be climbed through extreme practical experience. The final destination of the living.
After this, it is the realm of the dead.
It is not a stage that can be passed over with a short human lifespan.
Bikir dissipated the darkness around her, baring eight teeth.
However, the daggers on the tongue that continued to fly were embedded in Vikir’s body.
‘Where are you?’
Bikir continued to run through the blinding darkness.
Andras’s voice resonated in Bikir’s ears.
[You will die here. But if you accept the contract even now, I can make everything happen.]
His voice sounded so sweet and warm.
It feels like everything will be solved just by holding outstretched hands.
Like a flower road, the salvation promised to mankind.
… … however.
Bikir stood firm despite the barrage of daggers piercing his chest.
The blood that has already flowed and the spears and daggers stuck in the floor have all changed horribly.
Truly, the thorny road of asceticism itself.
The flower road promised in front of me and the thorny road I had walked so far were indeed in stark contrast.
[Are you scared? Are you afraid? It will. Because human beings are like that. Now, even now… … ]
Andras’ voice stuck in my ears like honey.
The aura emitted by Bikir became more ferocious and rough.
The dark red half moon swarmed the surrounding black mist.
Bikir. The wounded hound let out a gasping breath as it stood on the thorny road.
The smell of blood spreads thickly, and the heated body warms the air around it.
“I am not afraid of death.”
Bikir had already died once.
No, two times if you add the experience in Naraksu.
Besides that, the end of the oblique line passed countless times. The result is now.
“I have been decapitated on the guillotine and have tried to take my own life. It’s not a metaphor or metaphor, it’s an actual experience.”
A person who has experienced death many times that others have never experienced before.
A heterogeneous being who breathes in this place even after actually experiencing death.
Bikir moved his hand and raised the blade.
The sword that has always been my friend in the pass of countless deaths that I have overcome so far.
Bikir brandished his sword.
Perhaps it will be the last ritual of vomiting in one’s life.
The eight trails began to shine like guiding stars.
Puff pup pup pup pup pup!
In the darkness, countless ghosts shot out tongue daggers, but they couldn’t help it.
Bikir knelt down, spewing blood.
“… … .”
Bikir lowered his head without even groaning.
The darkness lifted before him. Andras appeared, clicking his tongue.
[If it is too rigid, it will break.]
Andras gently touched Vikir’s bloody head with the tip of his toe.
[Dead? Hmm- Did you even die to your heart? Alas, the power control was wrong. So, where should I go to find the 2nd crown prince?]
Andras tearing out his hair. His expression was gradually turning into annoyance.
… Puff! … bang!
A roar from far away. An earthquake transmitted through the floor.
It seemed that the battle outside the imperial palace was getting fiercer and fiercer.
[I’ll have to sort out things that are making a fuss outside.]
Andras frowned in annoyance.
Eventually, as Andras slowly turns his back on Vikir.
“… … the devil.”
There was a moaning sound that could have been heard when the intestines were cut.
Vikir raised her unfocused eyes and looked at Andras.
[Hahahaha- There is no dog that has eaten rain.]
Andras laughed as if it was absurd.
However, whether or not to do so, he moves his battered body slowly.
… … one. … … two. … … three. … … four. … … five. … … six. … … seven. … … eight.
All mana was depleted, and even a faint aura could not be emitted.
I’m moving my hand, but I can’t touch the teeth at the tips of my fingers.
Just before reaching the threshold of death, only the dry and crunchy sensation that feels familiar now is repeated eight times.
Of course, Andras didn’t care about Vikir’s final outburst.
And because of that, Andras missed one thing.
… … nine.
The ninth trajectory following the eighth sword ceremony.
A terrifyingly intense light began to erupt from the tip of Bikir’s Baalzebub.
[…] … hmm?]
Andras turned his head.
There, a bright light was exploding, enough to burn away his pupils, who were accustomed to the darkness, in an instant.
Two tightly closed eyes burn.
Clumps of acrid smoke were pouring out of his eyelids.
One bright spot. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight.
… … and nine.
When Andras opened his eyes, the small dots of light had turned into a huge cluster of lights that filled his entire field of vision.
[Even after stepping into the supreme realm, only those who continue to run without rest with the same mindset as when they first grabbed the sword will gain something.]
The trick of eating 8 that Cain Corso once said.
[You probably won’t be able to reach this stage in your lifetime. It is because the realm of the 9th expression is beyond the threshold of death.]
A state that can only be reached by transcending all emotions.
A state that can only be reached by recovering abandoned emotions.
It is a state that can be reached only after countless rounds of gruesome chaos with a sword in hand.
The Unfathomable Zone at the core of the supreme realm, to which only those who have truly experienced death can climb.
“… … .”
Vikir stared blankly at the nine glowing trails beyond her fading vision.
The voice of a Cane Corso that I had heard over the turbulent darkness faded.
[This stage is a realm that denies all understanding, empathy, understanding, belief, common sense, probability and causality of ordinary people. A being who has never experienced death can never set foot here.]
[Ahaha, it looks like you have a lot of regrets in life. but. I guess I’m at an age where I’ve never really thought about death yet.]
[You are not ready yet.]
Words I couldn’t understand at the time.
… … But now, for some reason, I felt like I could understand a little bit.
The heterogeneous being, who had experienced death several times despite being alive, witnessed countless other deaths that had been missed at the fingertips.
And a certain realization that came suddenly at the crossroads of life and death opened a new door somewhere on the other side of the other side.
Vikir reached out and peered into the world beyond the door.
Very briefly, one point among the countless fragments that have been split into instants.
The upper level of the supreme realm that I looked into in such a short time.
The scenery of the place that I looked into with my mind’s eye remained as it was, as if it was burnt and etched on my retina.
Then, as I absentmindedly moved my hand along the trace, it soon became the trail of a living star cluster.
Finally, the ninth tooth began to show itself.