Desire

Jabesh's lunge is swift and bitter. The avatar that had been reconciled as a horse was physically strong, unlike the avatar that had previously belonged to Jabesh. It supports the endless power of Black Magic, so it was the best of all the Horsemen except the Demon King, just by looking at the sheer strength of the flesh.

But he was slow to look at. The third eye that has just opened reads all of Harvest's movements. When she came right in front of you and waved her big hand, there was nothing to use. Azin raises his left hand and pushes it into Jabesh's attack trajectory.

Percussion.

I heard a slight sound. The attack that Harvest wielded with all his might was blocked in vain by Azin's hands. Having some confidence, I felt a moment of embarrassment in Jabesh's eyes when he attacked Azin.

“... Huh? ”

Harvest lets out a startled sound and pushes his arm into place. Thick muscles swell and blood vessels rise. Haveth's arm trembles with a howling sound. However, Azin's left arm, which was lifted up, was not even frozen. No way. She shakes her face and swings her other fist. A fist slammed from a close distance flies toward Jinn's head.

Percussion.

Again, Azin raises his right hand to block Harvest's fist. The blocked fist only trembles without moving. No matter how hard you try, you can't push off Azin's arms.

“Ugh...! ”

Haveth's face distorts. Haveth's back gives you a jolting tail and shoots him in the face. Azin grins as he lowers his hand, which is blocking both of her hands. Puebuck! Two severed battles knock on her chest. Even before Jabesh's tail strikes Azin, the body of Jabesh, who was beaten by the chest, flies back.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! The steps in the hall collapse. Harvest coughs as he is buried in the debris from the collapsed steps. Harder than ever. Azin thought of that and approached Harvest. It was a different pair of cuffs than the weak body of a Black Wizard.

“Son of a...! ”

“I'm sorry that you're not actually as smart as you pretend to be. ”

Azin looked at Jabesh and said, Or is it just a headache that prevents you from making rational decisions? Either way, it was none of his business. Ajin approaches Harvest. Haveth rises from the wreckage, breathing heavily and raising his right arm. Your right arm grows dark and twisted with enormous power.

“I don't have the skills to learn. ”

Azin laughs. Harvest's strength is impressive, but it doesn't mean he won't be intimidated. She shouts and opens the power of her right arm. At that moment, Ajin casts a fantasy spell on Requiem. Blah, blah, blah! There are silver lines around her, and the cube holds her captive.

The power that harvez erupted did not come out of the cube. When the black light flashed, and it completely disappeared. You see Jabesh lying around miserable. It was because he was caught in the explosion he detonated. Azin laughs at Harvest like that.

“Wha... wha...”

Harvest mutters in a trembling voice. The beast's flesh was great. Even with arms and legs of that size flying off and guts leaking, the body regenerates in an instant. Ajin did not explain the Requiem to Harvest.

“I've had a lot of your help. ”

Azin mutters. Haveth reaches out and grabs the wall unseen. The cube made of Requiem was firmly bound to Jabesh's attack and was completely bound.

“It started with Gallios, if you think about it. I got a solid reputation in Gracia because you brought a dark star in there to do nothing. Without that reputation, subjugating the Black Forest would have been a hassle.” What are you talking about...! ”

“I really appreciate it. Of course... I might be the son of a bitch you saw. That's your point of view, and for me, you were a good friend who helped a lot. ”

Ajin smiled and said.

“The Wise Man's Stone, which you made, was also useful. Had it not been for the Wise Man's Stone, I would have had to do some very annoying things to get what I want. The Wise Man's Stone made it easy.” “Son of a bitch...! ”

Harvest is seizing. Wise man's stone! I took years to make it. After years of horses, the work that Jabesh has done has been the work of decades and centuries. Of course it's none of his business. The hard work and effort that Harvest put into making Wise Man's Stone. If he had cared about such things, he would not have taken the Wise Man's Stone from Harvest in the first place.

“And it was easy to earn a reputation as an adult because you flew from Lebacore. You're a great friend. As am I. I'd like to repay you somehow, but unfortunately, there's no way I can think of how to do that. ”

Of course, only words like this. I don't want to thank her sincerely or give her anything in return. I just wanted to make fun of her. She glances at him with a pale, dull face.

“Ahhhh!”

Soon after, he starts to jump, convulsing. Swinging both arms, the diaphragm smashes into space, trying to escape with insane force. But it was impossible. Even though harveth's flesh was strong and his magic was endless. Even if the unknown black arm sucks everything out. Requiem's imaginary magic was strongly embedded in Azin's power and will, so he could never destroy it as Jabesh.

“Don't be so angry. ”

Ajin crosses the raging harbeth. Queek, queek... The space that holds harbeth's body moves. As she slowly looks at the approaching space, she continues to rumble.

“But you didn't die. ”

Azin passes through Harvest, leaving a note behind. Space continues to come. Jabesh grips his teeth and spreads his arms to block the advancement of the space. But it didn't work. No matter how strong the workmanship was, it couldn't be stopped. Harvest's arm, which was holding out to push the space away, bursts open.

“Ahhhh!”

The screams continue for a long time, but you don't hear them from any moment. Ajin doesn't look back. It was surprising that she became a Maah and stood in the way, but she did not pose any danger to Azin, as she had always done.

I walked down a long hallway. The large door, decorated with the bust of the Devil, was already halfway open, and as Azin approaches, the door opens wide.

“You're faster than I expected. ”

It was the same as when I first saw it. The Demon King was sitting on a high chair, looking down at Azin. Drifting Black Fog covers the Demon King's face. I couldn't see beyond it before, but I wasn't seeing it now. The third eye peers through the mist. The Demon King had the same face as Gladiolus.

“I wanted to see what would happen. I made them into the Horsemen myself. Even if you have superior physical abilities, you can't use them properly. Not even Prazel.” “Why didn't you give it to the good guy?” “It was just entertainment. ”

The Demon King smiled and said.

“Your vendetta against you is terrible. I was just trying to help out a little. I tried to keep it that way... but it wasn't that much fun. You were too strong. He was too weak. They say watching a fight is fun, but I don't like unilateral things very much. ”

The Demon King slowly rises to his feet. The black mist that wandered around him turned into a cloak and wrapped around the Demon King.

“That's why it was no fun in the deserts of Buffalo. It was too one-sided, too easy.” “I thought it would be different today.” “Of course. If you don't, I'm not giving you a chance. ”

The Demon King is coming down the stairs. The pace was not so fast. Every time the Demon King came down the stairs, a huge pressure gripped his shoulder. An enemy who would have fought the Demon King in the Bully Saleh Desert would not have survived. But not now. A divine body, the divine power of Azin, bears the burden of the Demon King.

It was possible because Azin was the only one who was divine in the first now. As the world crumbled, the gods of the Manchuria lost their power. Due to the decrease in faith, even the gods that disappeared and barely existed were badly weakened compared to their peak times.

But it's not pain. Ajin's aim was successful. By saving people persecuted by the devil, he became an adult, and he became a god using the Wise Man's Stone. Even at this moment, the faith of man is increasing for him. The players were encouraged to spread rumors that Azin was fighting the Demon King all over the world. Players may not, but NPCs who are desperate in the world are desperate for Ajin's victory.

The faith and the wind become faith and add to the faith of Azin. It was blowing up like a snowball. That's why he wanted to be God. According to the faith of the faithful, the power of God can be strengthened no matter how strong. There was a difference between Azin and the Demon King, but Azin was replacing that lack with faith.

“This is the last time. ”

The Demon King said.

“There is no next time. If you lose here, I will kill the saint and destroy the world without hesitation. Then the game is over and I win. Those you tried to protect will never return to you again. ”

That's right. Ajin's smile dries. I knew I wouldn't have a chance anymore. The battle in the Bully Saleh Desert did not lead to the end of the game thanks to the Demon King's opportunity, but it is different now. The Demon King's terms of victory are to kill the holy woman and destroy the world. If that happens, it's all over.

“I know.”

Azin replies: I knew it. So I was scared, nervous. I came all the way here and I thought how many times I'd go back. I thought I'd go back and freshen up a bit, see if there was anything more I could take... and try.

But I knew it was meaningless. There's nothing left to drink in this world. After several years of leveling, there is very little way to increase the level that has been too high.

“Don't worry. ”

The Demon King laughed.

“My disadvantage doesn't mean I'm going to kill the saint I captured. I won't ask you to believe me... but think of it as a promise of my own making.” “I'm glad you said that. ”

Ajin smiles at me. It's heavy. The Demon King's pressure is not heavy. My heart is heavy. Camilla, Raw Snow, Persian. The Demon King has caught the precious people who made Azin what he is now. Even if you defeat the Demon King... it will be of no use to him if they do not return.

Azin cleared his mind. Do not be shaken. Do not doubt it. I've come this far, and I can't go back now. So, that's it. Just like you've always been. Stay true to your purpose, do what you want. Determination is the power of the mind. Even if you are assisted by spirituality, you will lose even before you fight the Demon King.

So I don't doubt it. I can win. I can do it. It was a hypnotic self-implication. Azin mutters his words as he sweeps his lips. 3A). We have to. If we win... Yeah, if we win. If you get what was taken back. I remember months when they were taken from me. The time when life didn't seem to be living.

There, Devello's face grazes. What is she doing now? Are we fighting the Pandemonium's Horsemen as Azin commanded? If it's all over, what should we do with Devello?

‘Later.’

I delay thinking about him. The Demon King smiled joyfully as he watched the refined prayer of Azin. This might work. The Demon King nodded, thinking like that.

‘Maybe I can give you some rest. ’

The Demon King thought of Gladiolus.

The first thing that moved was pain.