273 - - incompatible existence

The footsteps of the monsters gathering in the corridor are much slower than those of the black dogs.

However, their appearance was no less bizarre.

Its form is clearly human.

However, the color of their hair and skin, not to mention even their facial features, are not clear.

All of these were covered by the red flames that engulfed its body.

The eyeballs have long since evaporated, and the empty sockets of the eyes are turned toward Thor and the others.

At the same time, the jaws of the monsters opened wide, as if seeking something.

But not a single ear-piercing scream or even a single sound escapes from their jaws.

Their tongues, which should have been in their mouths, have already been rolled up in the fire and disappeared.

Showing his empty face, the moving burnt corpse approaches Thor and the others with his blackened, charred arms outstretched in front of him.

The sight of the corpse is so cruel that most people would be horrified.

In fact, Moo, with his hair standing on end, runs behind Yuril and sneaks a peek at one of his eyes.

But this was a needless worry for the ice master, who had slaughtered many deformed creatures.

"Slide, ice!

The words of a dignified prayer are hurled at the slowly advancing group of wights.

Without a moment's pause, the ground bordering the passageway and the plaza is covered with gray ice.

Normally, the is just a magical technique of the lower branch skill, which only creates an unstable state by freezing the water on the ground.

However, when used by a person who has mastered the freezing branch, the effect is something else.

The former humans, frozen below the knees in a single breath, easily stopped moving on the spot.

Then, Thor comes forward.

However, his target is not the slow wights.

It is the entity lurking behind them.

As Yuril had hoped, he seems to have succeeded in stopping the burning corpses before they blocked the passage.

Thor kicks the ground and slides into the gap that is barely big enough for one person.

He slips through the wall of burning people and finds himself in a large space.

Waiting for him in the center of the room was a hideous monster.

Its stature must have been at least twice or three times that of Thor.

A large head and two legs supporting an erect torso.

Its shoulder joints are large, and its arms can move over a wide range.

At first glance, they share many similarities with humans, but the details are very different.

The first thing that stands out is the long, thick tail that could be mistaken for a third leg.

The hands are also so long that they almost reach the ground.

The most striking point is that all of them are covered with a red skin that radiates a unique luster and slickness.

The shape of the head was also very different from that of humans.

There was no hair at all, and the scalp was covered with red glowing flames.

Two horn-like projections, which curve in an arc, extend from the area corresponding to the eyes, and the mouth protrudes forward like a beak, the tip of which is swirled like a bud.

Suddenly, as if the arc had been lifted, the mouth opens just like the petals of a flower.

The monster's six pointed jaws, lined with fangs, quake as it lets out a deafening roar.

At the same time, its right arm lifts up.

At the end of the log-like hand, there were no fingers where they should have been.

Instead, there were tentacles, undulating and rippling.

The tips of the tentacles were connected to the bases of the necks of the burning corpses.

This is how they control the revived dead as if they were puppets.

These horrifying-looking monsters are actually demons.

They are a race that lurks in the depths of the earth and is strongly hostile to mankind, but their full identity remains unknown.

Thor's body slows down slightly when he sees the demon's form.

But his confusion is short-lived.

As Thor closes the distance in the blink of an eye, the monster's free left arm swings down.

Thor's body moved fluidly in response to the blow that ripped through the air.

He steps forward lightly, and at the same time, his body moves forward to the right.

At the same time, he takes advantage of his half-body position and the blade leaps up from below.

The slash from directly below, however, only strikes the demon's wrist hard.

The reddish skin seems to be stronger than expected.

A further swung tail strikes Thor, who has just parried the initial blow.

However, the tail, which is approaching with tremendous force, suddenly loses its momentum and stays in the air just before the collision.

--

Thor quickly sinks down and passes under it, swinging his sword as he passes by.

This time the blade passes through, and black bodily fluids gush from its surface.

The monster, wounded in the tail, howls in frustration.

Then it pulls the tentacles of its right arm toward it, as if to draw them in.

Naturally, the wights ahead of it turned around at once.

The ice under their feet has already melted away with the flames on their bodies.

Just as they were about to take a step toward Thor, a purple electric current covered the wights.

--

The monsters are sucked into the ground, and their movements are stopped once again.

The demon's attention is slightly diverted by the attempt to control his minions.

Thor's sword runs in all directions, missing the opportunity.

The monster, slashed in the back of the knee and again covered in black bodily fluids, turns its ugly face in a circle.

However, its purpose is not Thor.

The demon, who had seen several magic moves, seemed to have easily realized how troublesome its wielder was.

His left arm was raised again, cleaving the empty void.

But the next moment, a huge fireball was born from it, and it shot out toward the passage.

The demons are tough because of their intelligence to understand the situation instantly and for another reason.

As their name suggests, they possess magical power.

The fireball appears unexpectedly and approaches Yuril and the others with a roaring sound and high heat.

However, before they could sense the danger posed by the collision, the fireball suddenly vanished.

--

The demon's body cringes faintly at this uneventful situation.

Then, a cheerful prayer echoes.

"Sae, freeze..."

What came back to replace the fireball was a pure white bundle of cold air.

The monster, its upper body frozen without mercy, screamed loudly and flailed its arms around.

Naturally, Thor did not miss the unprotected lower half of his body.

He closes the distance smoothly and releases his body to the maximum speed at once.

The golden glow of his arms creates a beautiful trajectory in the air.

Thor, who had fired more than a dozen slashes in an instant, jumped back lightly.

A beat later, reddish-black organs gush out from the demon's abdomen, along with its bodily fluids.

The monster's tail, which it had swung in agony, suddenly snaps in the opposite direction in mid-air, and the monster falls to the ground, as if it had run out of power.

At the same time, the corpses, freed from their tentacles, also crumble and burn away.

All that is left is a black, charcoal-like mass.