Chapter 581

Richie revealed his name.

That was the only possibility Senichigua could think of.

Why did you reveal your name?

He said he responded to the summons, but he hadn’t even made a deal yet. It’s not even that I worship it to the extent of saying that I will give my soul by revealing my name. It was not likely that he was trying to threaten by selling the name of Senichigua.

While such troubles came to mind one after another, his toys, which had become like intervening in Richie’s fight, passed by.

‘Ah, that’s it.’

Since the toy was created using a huge amount of mana without prior consultation, it is highly likely that Richie, who considers her life as a treasure, was surprised or angry at the unexpected variable.

He clearly drew the line that he would not touch the reliquary without saying anything, but he might have been talking to himself about what he was doing at the movement that deviated from common sense.

‘If I had known it would be like this, I would have told you in advance what kind of structure I could use my power.’

I never thought that misunderstandings from ignorance would roll and roll and get in the way in this form.

Senichigua, who had thought that far, hurriedly shouted with confidence, holding on to his spirit, which was not working well due to the intense pain.

“You gave Richie a false name!”

Demons are not accustomed to pain.

The pain they get in this dimension is only comparable to being beaten with a fist while wearing countless layers of clothing.

It can be said that the reason is that it is a fake body created based on numerous sacrifices, but the biggest reason is that the means to cause meaningful damage to the devil are limited in the first place.

And, of course, demons avoid beings who can do such damage to them. This is because there was a precedent in which they recklessly went out just because they were summoned, and then were surrounded and forcibly ejected for hundreds of years.

However, I assure you, even that ‘means of inflicting damage’ would not reach even the tips of your toes compared to the sword, which is the cause of the intense pain that Senichigua is feeling right now.

“My, my name is Ingladiou! What the hell do you want from me...aaaaaa!!”

And the Humans knew that fact very well. With the sword stuck in the ground, he moved the sword a span as if drawing a line with a twig on the sand, and Senichigua, whose arm was severed that much, had no choice but to scream once again.

It was then that the Humans, who had maintained an infinitely cold gaze while watching Senichigua fluttering like a fish that had come ashore in the agony of sparks in front of them, opened their mouths again.

“You’re not very close with Ingladio, are you?”

It just sounds like an alarm in my head that I have to rip off my arm right now, reorganize it, and deal with it properly.

However, what preceded that was a question that arose from a word thrown by the Humans just now. What do you mean by that?

“I’ve been thinking for a while about why you’re selling out the name of Ingladio among many, many devils? If you were close to him, there’s no way you wouldn’t know me, so it’s not like we’re close... Selling out his name when we’re not close is usually like fucking him. I wonder if you have a purpose to do it, or in this situation, you might have enough grounds to confidently call yourself Ingladio.”

Presuming he was being stared at with obvious ridicule, ridicule, and contempt, Senighigua must have felt his stomach turn.

It doesn’t matter if you get ridiculed under the intended circumstances. Because it is the cornerstone for greater pleasure. But this is a different story.

“...You bastards don’t know how scary the world is and try to cross over here whenever they get a chance.”

Seeing the humans glaring at her after that trivial gesture, Senichigua felt a stronger sense of crisis than ever that things were going wrong.

“Hee, hee.”

And the moment the sense of crisis engulfed her head, Senichigua hurriedly turned her body and started running with the summoning circle that Lich had prepared.

Faced with a situation where her heart was pounding in fear for the first time, Senichigua did not have time to recognize the process of her hair turning white due to a sensation she had never felt while fighting the demons of the Tenma Battle.

The sense of crisis felt through instinct, not reason or logic, caused Senichigua to unleash even his disguise as a human magician and reveal his true self. It didn’t stop there, and even made her recover the magic she had shed to maintain her toys.

It is an inefficient decision. Even so, it can’t be completely retrieved, and it only eats up the duration of the toys. If it was the usual Senichigua, he would have endured somehow and commanded the undead to extort their souls and lives, aiming for a long-term battle. Nevertheless, there was only one reason why she couldn’t do that.

Only to run away with all your might in this situation right now.

“When I came, it was as I wished...”

That fleeting struggle was smooth! As soon as a chilling sound was heard from behind, Senichigua’s head shattered its spine and burrowed into its torso, all too easily dispelled.

-Quad deuk!

“Kreak?!”

sick. It just hurts. There was no way it would hurt like this, but it hurt so much.

My body, which was trying to recover quickly somehow, lost its sense of direction as the position of the head changed, so I rolled on the floor uncontrollably, but it hurt so much that I couldn’t even afford to feel the pain, let alone feel the pain.

In that brief moment, what came into Senichigua’s field of view was the figure of a human looking at him calmly, still holding the sword in its scabbard.

I have no way of knowing what the heck he was doing. Who would dare to imagine that his own head was crushed because the sword went into the scabbard?

“When you go, you have to get permission before you go.”

Realizing that a deformed monster beyond recognition was sitting in a coil in a place that was just a playground, Senichigua tried to crawl towards the summoning circle as soon as his head returned to its original position, but even that was stopped with the sound of drawing a knife coming from behind. Failed.

This time, without even a moment to scream, his head was ripped off.

Senichigua, who had a unique experience of flying only his head in the air, saw his own body collapsing after losing his head, and a human race with a sword drawn.

Then, along with the hair that he was proud of, he saw the human race approaching the summoning circle while bouncing and rolling on the floor three times.

Lastly, after rolling over and over again, he collided with the corpse of the demon he had roughly thrown away, and by the time he finally stopped, he could see the human standing up for the summoning circle and silently looking at it.

“Oh, no.”

Understanding what he was about to do, Senichigua’s deathbed succeeded in attracting the human’s attention, but he could not stop his action.

“Right. No.”

The summoning circle, which could be said to be the only way out as long as one did not die, was mercilessly trampled and destroyed under the soil of the human race.