Chapter 215

pain in the neck.

What the devil felt was a feeling he hadn’t felt in hundreds of years.

The displeasure you feel from an opponent who repeatedly interferes with what you want to do without hesitation, not from the act of violence, is what he gave you all his life if he gave it to others.

But the impossible was happening now.

I was annoyed and a little angry. However, whether it is or not, the human fist only obstructs the formation of a proper body. Mana was formed using human blood as a medium, and a body had to be created in reality in order to exert proper power, but suddenly it was a situation where it could not even start.

It wasn’t too painful right now. I was just so annoyed, annoyed, and nervous.

[Do it in moderation...!]

“You do it in moderation and disappear!”

The mouth, which had managed to regain its shape, barely spoke a word before being blown open by a punch. The devil started to get impatient. No matter how incapacitated the followers of Epaga were incapacitated at first, they were demons, and they were already self-healing and looking at the situation calmly.

Even those who killed their followers are heading here. Even if the body is perfectly implemented, it is difficult to be certain of victory.

The demon decided to make a decision and exploded once again. The blood that soared and burst like thorns was at the level of being a great threat even just by brushing against it.

It would have been perfect if a human who had been persistently clinging to it would have been caught up in it, but this shrewd human noticed it like a ghost and widened his distance. It was clear that he was proficient in the auras that humans use.

If that’s the case, you can kill them in an instant just by getting rid of the demons.

[You will have to pay the price for making them use their strength in an unstable state...!]

The process of replacing human blood with magical power begins to happen abnormally quickly. Ignoring efficiency and focusing only on speed, I couldn’t feel half of the power that I should have felt in the original state.

The devil suppressed the feeling of wanting to click his tongue and used the magic he had gathered so rapidly to use his power against the demons.

[Have a brief conversation with your god!]

Exchanges between gods and believers take place under much more specific and precise conditions than humans think.

In general, it is believed that it is sometimes given due to the whim or consideration of the gods, but in fact, it is only a difference between whether the ‘road’ that connects the boundary between the dimension where the gods live and the world meets certain conditions and becomes more solid or not. do.

Using the power of the gods to artificially use the ‘road’, there is a risk of breaking the boundary and disturbing the balance, so they lead the believers by taking advantage of occasional opportunities according to the flow of the world.

Even those answers would give Deoni new questions, but Epaga, the demon, didn’t have time.

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[Ah, that’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.]

It was a sensation that fell far short of what I expected, but I still felt the power to lightly press a mortal. Just having completed the composition of the body made me feel good, to the point where I wondered if I could play with the human I wanted to tear to death just a while ago and then kill him painlessly.

Of course, I only thought about it for a moment. Suffering from the unpleasant sensation of being disturbed by something for the first time in a long time, the devil decided to tear the human to pieces as he looked at the fallen demons around him with a questioning expression.

For now, the demon rushed at the human with the intention of inducing fear by ripping off one of its arms without even knowing a mouse or a bird. Every time the face that didn’t understand what had happened got closer and closer, the demon couldn’t control the rising anticipation and had to make constant efforts not to split the human body.

Just imagining that unknown face, after losing its body, tinged with despair, pain, and fear, began to satisfy this compulsory manifestation.

The devil, who rushed in with such a happy imagination and was hit in the face, rolled in a different direction against his will before he had time to recognize the situation, and then locked himself in the wall.

[...Huh?]

It was too late to understand what had happened and to realize that the sensation on his face was pain. Because of that, the devil looked at the human with a very half-assed look, still wearing an evil smile even though half of his face had been distorted from a blow.

“And... what did you do to suddenly feel magical power?”

It was impossible. Something went wrong. No matter how strong he was, it was impossible for a person who couldn’t feel anything to be hit like this. It was normal for a human being to feel a sense of intimidation without knowing the cause of being oppressed by one’s own magic power.

But for some reason, humans were not only clearly aware of their magical powers, but instead of being frightened by that fact, they were glaring at themselves with an evil smile on the contrary.

As if... well done...

“I’ll show you a fun trick where you can get your head pulled out in the blink of an eye.”

Suddenly, I felt the magic power in my whole body being forcibly connected to something outside.

It’s been a long time since I haven’t felt it, and regardless of what it is, the smile quickly disappears from the devil’s face due to the unknown experience I’ve experienced for the first time in my life. What is this ominous feeling?

“Is it because you are made of magical power? Is it very easy?”

Before the devil fully understood what he was talking about.

The sword was pulled out of the scabbard.