Demon King

The atmosphere of the battlefield changed. It seemed to me that a few people noticed that the technology I had just used had surpassed the human category. Of course I don't care. My appearance always resembles that of humanity, and humans will judge me only by my outward appearance, as they always have.

“I just prevented the attack. ”

“Is that it?”

You reach out and grab the sword. It was only then that I realized that I had fought Marcosius and still taken no action, even though the sword had been damaged.

This is Katsuragi. Underground maintenance. Though she was distracted, I didn't think she'd forgotten her weapon maintenance. I sighed because of my foolishness.

Even for such a short moment, the attack continues to fly. The warriors protrude from the depths, even if they think they shouldn't just shoot magic from a distance. Then the guild master of Incheon stepped forward.

“We can take care of them. You do something about that son of a bitch, Mi-Hwa. ”

“Good.”

The Great Sword has been inserted. There is no turning back once the weapon is broken. I'd rather fight with my bare hands.

That's when I realized I had the right weapon to use. Either you killed Marcosius and got two items. A messenger of innocence and a mirror scarf. The messenger of innocence must have been the dagger she used.

Magic, the heaviest of all, stares at it and flicks it off the ground with my toes. I quickly pull it out of my inventory and examine the information.

[Grim Reaper (2,987/3 ,200) Attack Power 1,200]

That was all the information I could find. That was surprising enough.

A dagger so small, its simple attack power level is twice that of dusk. So it's only natural that the teeth of the Sword of Dusk come out.

Just after confirming that there was no other trap for the weapon, I grabbed it.

I've dealt with the Great Sword, but the Grim Reaper is no different from a weapon. Rather, the moment I held the dagger in my hand, I even felt that I had the right clothes on.

It's just a coincidence that the death toll is in the weapon's name. Though I thought it would be, the sensation was surprising enough to know if there was a correlation I did not know. Moreover, I realized how badly Marcosias was dealing with this weapon.

Ubiquitous, perhaps a Velkenna spell. If not, it could have been known by the Grim Reaper's ability.

Though I didn't fully understand the weapon, Marcosius was able to manipulate the mana and its dagger with a mess, and instinctively recall one of its functions in my head.

You swing the dagger like you cut the fog in front of you. The energy at the end of the small day draws on the fog and produces a new dagger in the air. Soon it melted into the air. A series of mysterious processes was only visible to me.

“Khh, you made it. ”

When the fog lifted a little, I got a clear line of sight. Immigration's voice was heard just in time. My reasoning for the purpose of this battle is correct.

“I thought you were coming. Couldn't stay still. ”

A myriad of spells have cut through the air and rushed towards my heart. I swallowed it with the energy of gluttony, and again I made a dagger in the air, and I looked for him.

He was in the middle of a group of dozens of elites. A translucent colored protective shield close to the ash covered him, and I instinctively realized what it was. It and I encountered a number of times on the battlefield of a newcomer that had been altered heterogeneously.

“Marriage. How extraordinary of you to think of a disposable use. ”

“You recognize me, horseman. ”

The magic flies. It looks like a writhing, dark worm in the air, but the Mana it holds is too strong to be relieved of its appearance.

It was much more sticky and dirty than it had ever been before, a powerful and hideous magic. I feel nauseous just imagining how many lives have fallen apart for that magic.

“You wouldn't be able to lift your head if you had the weight of sin. ”

“Hah, I don't know who to talk to. ”

Unlike the nature of Jinma and the nature of Elakatra, the energy that seems to be standing on both vertices will be poisoned in my blood vessels at the moment of erosion. It was the same magic that had been made for me.

How did it get so distorted in such a short time? I took the dagger containing the Grim Reaper's energy in place of the energy of the Feast and cut the spell. I asked him.

“Did Elakatra put you up to this? ”

“No way. ”

“Yes, of course. They were stronger than the first time I saw them, but they knew your strength was too much. ”

“What? Heheheh. ”

It was a smile that did not appear in the cartoon.

“It's been a really fun world. It's been a long time since I've heard the word" herd. "”

Oh, I see.

I am neither perceptive nor intelligent, but somehow I suddenly remembered something when I heard him say it. It was also the thought that I was always doing when I lost all my memories of the Horsemen and was living as a human being.

If I'm right, all of his principles of action will be explained. Why did he look like that, or why he seemed to be working with the Elves, is now on his own?

I smiled and said to him,

“You must have felt pretty bad when you realized there was a different kind of rage above you. ”

“ · · · · · ·! ”

Magic has flown again. It was a drain earlier.

Not yet. Unlike the aura of Elakatra, I've encountered only once or twice. It is foolish to devour the energy of tyranny without judgment.

I hesitated for a moment, but soon I triggered the destruction of space. When the explosion started without any aura, the magic that compressed the power of the spirit couldn't withstand it. Was it that I expected the magic to consume me, and Mi Minha's smile distorted.

“I'd better get rid of it here, too. ”

“I was thinking the same thing. ”

I expanded my senses to explore the entire space. However, a contaminated human soul, gathering at a density that distorts space, interfered with it.

However, it was clear that the faces of the elite guild members gathered around Mi Minha were becoming pale at the time, so there was a device that could concentrate their power as one, or extract it at will.

“How can you wield your soul like this without any deep research or ambition? · · · · · ”

Elakatra was studying the monster of the Soul for some other reason. No, did they really just want the troops to do what they wanted?

In the great catastrophe of fusion, was the value they were trying to find as simple as I thought?

Maybe.

Maybe fusion had a purpose from the beginning.

“No one can look down on me. ”

He reaches out with a truly arrogant remark. The moment I felt the corrupted Mana that filled the room focused on me, I also swinged the messenger of innocence.

“Huff!? ”

After absorbing Mana, the dagger that had melted into the air seemed to reveal itself in the air, and it rained down like a meteor shower that was focused on me. There were immigrants and their men at the drop site.

“Karaoke!”

“Grrrgh!”

[You got EXP 283.]

I only killed his subordinate, not immigrant, but gained EXP. Not a parent or child object. The corruption of the soul has twisted the structure of the species.

No matter how much you kill them, you will never get gold. They were beings out of the world's governing system, out in true sense, and perhaps even elves at the crossroads.

But Elakatra already knows that. Nevertheless, there must be a reason for giving such power to humans.

Immigrants did not hide their own greed and ambition, and as a result, they were exploited by the Elves. There's nothing more to learn from him. It was really disappointing.

After the messenger's hand passed, the fog lifted slightly and the situation became more pronounced. I felt a chill when I saw it.

The only thing standing still on earth is immigration. The rest of the human race does not even flicker.

Of course, the Dagger was incredibly destructive, one by one, but now it was strange. You understand that Mi Minha defended herself with the shield of the Soul, but everyone else who didn't died died without a pulse? Without leaving a trace?

“Phew.”

At that time, Mi Minha sighed. I realized he looked a little distorted.

“With this.”

The swirling contaminated Mana within him was inflating with the power to deform his body to an unparalleled degree.

His soul, already mixed with so many other souls that it could not be called an individual's soul, and his corrupted soul formed a disgusting shape outside his body.

It could not even be caused by the winds of Utinus blowing on the battlefield of a new man. There was a calamity that was controlled by a willful human being, developed into a worse form.

“This is almost complete. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Almost done. The guild's elite disappeared without leaving a trace. There was only one answer.

“It wasn't me you prepared · · · · · · · ·. ”

Was it magic to kill and absorb your men?

I didn't take the hint. He had just learned that some of the elite were mixed up with his relatives.

I was also reluctant to ask such terrible questions outside my mouth.

However, the immigrant gave his own answer.

“No one can stand on top of me. I've been thinking ever since I heard the Elves tell you never to lay a hand on me. The time has come, the time has come for me to take my place. Everything exists for me, and it is natural to sacrifice for me. ”

“Is that why you contaminated the souls of others as well as you? ”

For this moment? Easier to absorb and use as your own power? I laughed so absurdly. A filthy Mana that expands enormously at this very moment. In purely gross quantities, it will be more than five times my size.

You release the dagger. She laughs as it gently sucks into your inventory. It seemed to think I had given up.

“The last of you I will be complete. I wipe the Horses and Elves from the earth, and I sit in a seat prepared for myself. Blame your misfortunes for not recognizing me properly. ”

Unfortunately, I can no longer afford it. Though I wanted to hear a story about how far he was concerned.

I pulled up all of my mana and smashed the shield around him. It's a shield that will recover soon anyway, but it's not that important. One moment now, one moment, and anyone other than me's Mana touches him, that was enough.

I clapped. A dark green glow flew through the air and shot straight into the immigration. It's healing magic.

What I possess that has opened my eyes, grown, and practiced magic in monsters' bodies is magic that heals my body. Then what about the healing magic that someone who grew up in the Spirit's body and practiced magic has?

It's a healing magic. A magic that restores a twisted and twisted soul to its original form.

“Khhhhhhhhh!? ”

A cheerful sound sounded like popcorn. One side of Mi Minha's face that had already been transformed so that it could not find its original shape was cold. It was just the beginning. The toes, the ears, the teeth, the lips, the nose, every part of his body were twisted, exploded, diminished, inflated.

C.

Did he know that immigrants used to use souls for disposal?

The fact that the Elves only used themselves once.

[Did you do it?!]

“Shut up and don't chant the resurrection spell for nothing. ”

As I gave cotton to Katsuragi, the protagonist who cast the healing magic, I rushed towards the body of the speeding immigrant. I thought of one thing in my head with him.

The truth comes to me even if I don't like it.

It wasn't that far away.

Chapter 33. Feast 1 End

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