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The rescue of humans by the initiative of the Vulcan was quick.

It was a boon that the slaves, originally expected to be much more petty, were massed in ten places.

While living in despair as an entertainment for demons, they bowed their heads to see the majesty of the Vulcan, and walked toward the portal caused by Madogu with a look of gratitude.

Many of them were injured in a hurry to treat them, but because they were not able to treat them properly as physically restricted bullcans, they decided to leave the part to the resistance forces who escaped the horse-riding world first and immediately advanced to another slave camp.

"The Resistance, have you gone mad? We can't sneak in here and make a plan.... hahahahaha!"

The high-ranking demons, who had been wary of similar attacks by resistance fighters until now, were not able to get a single sword from the Bulkan and died.

Not to mention the demons of that class.

Most were vanished without a trace by the hands of the Vulcan, and some were killed by the warrior Hamilton and four insurgents.

Hamilton's level is 753.

At a level similar to the old Fantagiro, the figures were so high that they could never be ignored that most demons could not dance and fell before his sword.

While the rescue of humans was going so smoothly, Vulcan found it uncomfortable.

Even though the demons have the ability to find and deal with resistance at any time, they have information that they have deliberately left them alone.

Why would the Devil have to......that you have now saved men of no great use......to play with the Resistance...... hahaha, haha. It was very interesting to see the resistance forces training their juniors and trying to liberate their people....Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'

The fact that I learned by torturing one of the devil's peacocks.

Vulcan didn't bother to tell the warrior Hamilton.

If everything he's done has been useless, the psychological damage he'll have will be enormous.

'......I understand that the slave camps were poorly guarded. To give hope to the Resistance, to make fun of them. Well... ...the devil isn't the devil for nothing.’

Shaking his head, Vulcan thanked himself with mixed expressions and watched the groups of humans, Suin people, Elf and Dwerf disappear on the portal.

After being able to enter the world of horseback, and after meeting Powell, the Vulcan became more indifferent to the affairs of the lower world, but still could not be insensitive to the misfortunes of those who were in front of him.

He turned his eyes and stared into the distance.

With the liberation of nine slave camps, there is only one goal.

A slave camp under the influence of Muduela, the demon king at the Galactic level.

"Let's go. It's the last one.”

"Yes, Mr. Vulcan!"

With a buff full of Vulcan's brain, the fast-moving insurgents rushed to the city of Ma in a furious manner.

Vulcan, who looked bitterly at the figure, also rolled his feet and caught up with them.

It was a lightning-fast move, incomparable to the wind.

*

"Muduela, one of the two kings of the underworld in the Galacco level."

He's been in a bad temper since this morning.

The loss of one head of his heart's growing horse, Kelberos, may have also affected, but a more sinister sense that could not be explained to that extent covered his whole body.

Anxiety, as if there would be a tremendous threat to his personal life today.

In that nasty mood, he chewed on hundreds of already visible demons.

But all that remains is an unpleasant fill.

It's been a long time since I've played with human beings.’

If you pick a thousand people and give them weapons to ten who survive to the end, they will fight each other like low-grade bugs and die.

What kind of facial expression would they have if they so personally praised the ten players whose minds and bodies have been messed up, and then tortured and killed one by one?

'That's not bad. Pretty good. Let's go right now.’

After thinking about it, the king fluttered his bloody cape and left the city.

I have removed all the cumbersome pro-wives and other things.

They're useless except to make their dignity stand out anyway.

They were better off without it in their current mood.

"Muduela, who was looking forward to what was going to happen, had a lighter look on her face.

He paused as if he had felt something, and soon smiled and looked toward his slave camp.

The resistance group, which intentionally kept them alive for the fun of themselves and their subordinates, could feel Hamilton's energy, which has the power of a warrior.

You've always been on the weak side of Marquis Muren and Balkaren....are you out of your mind? How dare you jump into my territory?’

In addition, there are only five of the warriors he feels in his spirits.

It was strange that there was a demon among them, but the devil did not care much.

Because he was so insignificant that he didn't have to care.

Muduela smiled a fishy smile and flew at them at a rapid pace.

"I would normally play with him and let him go, pretending something urgent had happened, but......I'm tired of it. I'll make you feel completely helpless, and then I'll take out your guts and chew you up.'

"Muduela, who was thinking of the face of Hamilton, who would be dyed with despair after a while."

He quickly appeared in front of Hamilton and five other insurgents and white-cap-level demons.

An angry resistance that might not have felt his presence.

Muduela laughed loudly as she looked at Hamilton, the captain of the pack.

a bright smile that reveals all his sharp teeth

In the eyes of the warrior looking at the look of the expression was an inextricable hostility, murder, and fear.

"What brings you here, soldier?"

“…….”

"Are you in your right mind? Did you come here to kill yourself in despair when there was no answer? If that's the case, welcome. I wouldn't do anything to get my hands dirty, but...I think I can kill you with my own hands, especially for today. Ho Ho Ho."

"......your man."

Hamilton, overwhelmed by the overwhelming force of the devil.

I had no choice but to.

The level of the Devil, identified by the Vulcan's scanning ability, is 1222, which is about 500 times higher than Hamilton's.

For him, even saying a word was the result of great efforts.

The devil who kept sarcastically on him, perhaps pleased with Hamilton's appearance.

Vulcan listened quietly to Muduela and opened his eyes thinly.

'The rest of the devil's talk was full of spirit, boisterous, powerful...….’

Unlike other kings, this man was using a tone that made him feel worse.

The appearance is not usually a dignified and imposing figure of the kings, but rather a shabby figure, as if it were woven together with straws.

I couldn't help but hate the way he smiled with his left hand covering his mouth, pointing a finger at the resistance.

the blanks that eventually reached the limit of patience

He trudged between Hamilton and the Devil.

A wonder passed over the expression of Muduela, who saw it.

The humble thing that he has not cared about is the face of his spirit, and his expression of calmness is not enough.

"You're so... ...foolish!’

Muduela, paralyzed by anger, aimed his slender fingers at the bull's-eye and shot Maggie.

Ting.

But the blanks that swing the sword very easily to stop it.

“……?”

Muduela, who finally figured out something strange turned around, had a serious look on her face, but it was already too late.

The Vulcan who showed his true self by replacing the equipment with a set of devil peacocks.

He used a dagger, silently lifting up the energy of the brain.

"Let's get started."

*

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

Patsutschschum.

A squirt.

'Oh, shit!

Bulkan attacks that cut the sky and split the ground continued one after another.

The sword of the Vulcan that is swung at the edge of cutting everything down.

And the magic of the Vulcan, like a meteor, that keeps the tension from letting go.

In that tense and chaotic situation, King Muduela was managed to carry on the battle without a single clean hit.

But that didn't mean he had the upper hand in the fight.

His biggest organs are avoidance and defense.

Unlike ordinary demons, he was somehow able to prevent a fierce attack by the Vulcan due to his ability to specialize in defense rather than offense, but he was in a situation where he could not dare to turn the offensive into an offensive.

'Oh, my God!

I'm sick and tired of the Flame Mage flying back to his head again!

Muduela drew a large circle with her cloak and took the magic bouquet, then retorted it toward the Vulcan.

However, the Vulcan, which dodged them at an incredible speed, moved in a big circle to the right and pulled out the lightning rod.

And once again, he used the teleport and fell a long way.….

foo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.

A long cut had already formed on his cheek.

"Muduela, watching the Vulcan with anxious eyes, without even thinking of wiping the blood from the wound."

He was trying to figure out a way to break this situation, while at the same time raising his vigilance against the Vulcan to the highest level.

I was wondering how a different-level god could have infiltrated this place, and how he was hiding his identity, but it was something we could find out later.

The most important thing now is how to escape from that fellow's hand, which appears to be half a number above himself.

Or how to deal with it.

Fortunately, Muduela had a way out of this situation.

But when he came up with the method, he twitched his nose and revealed unpleasant feelings.

Because he had to get help from his brother, Mukuela, who he really hated.

'......I'm sure you'll want to use this as an excuse to borrow money.’

Mukuella, who was originally twins born split from the same mass of magi, and Muduela.

The two grew at a rapid pace and were able to hold the power of three fingers in the horse industry, and eventually achieved the feat of defeating the kings of the past.

Since then, the two have agreed to divide the horse industry into two, recognizing their respective autonomy.

His older brother Mukuela ruled over Jinma, which was originally a horseman, and his younger brother Muduela, which was originally handed over to him but is now a horseman.

That's how two kings were born at the Galacco level.

In this way, it seems to me that there was a smooth agreement, but in fact, Muduela had quite a few complaints.

It was also because he wanted to rule the real world where the power of the horse was stronger.

However, he was forced to come here because of the power game with his brother, and the two, who had been deeply emotional because of it, had lived only in their own horse world without interacting for more than 500 years.

By the way, there is a desperate need for help from your brother, who has become such an awkward and uncomfortable relationship?

'He won't refuse because his world is dangerous, but he'll show all sorts of colors...….’

When I imagined my brother like that, it was a double-edged Muduela.

a nettle solution

Qua'ang!

'Oh, my God!

But there was no room for further hesitation under the attack of the blanks, which became increasingly violent and more difficult to prevent.

In the end, Muduela, who made the decision, was rather overloaded and teleported long distances.

Shu Wuowook.

Muduela, who moved so far that she could barely reach the end of the Vulcan's field of vision in an instant.

He hurriedly shouted out a spell to open a portal to the world where his brother lives, the real world.

"dlrj Gotjrgksms tkfka qnsaudgl dlTrpTwl...…!”

A mu Du-cella that quickly memorized the spell as if it had cast a heist spell only on its mouth.

He was nervous to see the blanks flying toward him at a terrifying speed, spouting golden energy.

'Please...'... open it up quickly! 'Please, Madam, please!'

Did his prayers work?

Muduela was delighted to see the oval-shaped black portal, which appeared much earlier than expected.

There is still plenty of room for the Vulcan to reach him.

Muduela tried to jump into the portal, laughing at the Vulcan staring at her with a firm look.

but

"Coo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!"

a roar large enough to lift and lift the entire world of horseback

When she heard a loud cry that could shake the soul of the listener burst from the inside of the portal, Muduela looked inside the portal with a blank look.

Then he hurriedly drew the horse and used teleportation.

Shu Wook.

an empty seat on which he left

And a dark red-colored arm that passes through that desolate land.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

And the surrounding landscapes that burst out by the force of the arm.

Vulcan and Muduela looked at the portal with a firm look on their faces, as the situation changed in a flash.

a gulp

The head of the Resistance, Hamilton's Adam's apple moved loudly.