Chapter 592

Chapter 592

The King of Flies had cleared away White Night, and now he was about to start massacring the humans.

"Hmm?"

Thump... Thump... Thump...

Inside the King of Flies's mental realm.

The old fly suddenly felt a vague vibration.

It was not from the real world. Something was shaking inside this mental realm.

"What is this, where is this vibration coming from all of a sudden..."

Rumble...

As the old fly searched for the source of the shaking sound, he slowly turned around and soon found it.

It was collapsing.

The mountain made of his kin's corpses that had piled up behind him.

The mountain he had built by devouring their heads and leaving the bodies... began to shake slightly before violently trembling and collapsing.

Crash!

The mountain of corpses caused an avalanche, collapsing from the top down. The old fly was taken aback by the countless numbers of headless bodies pouring down.

"What is this. Why is it collapsing all of a sudden...?"

The mountain of corpses fell straight toward the old fly, who backpedaled to avoid them.

And then, at that moment.

Amid the avalanche of headless corpses pouring down like a torrential rain- that being appeared.

Emitting a brilliant darkness from its massive horns... a blood-red demon.

"What?"

It was then, as the old fly let out a perplexed groan upon seeing the being born from the collapse of the corpse mountain.

Roar!

The avalanche caught up to his backpedaling. The wave of corpses engulfed the old fly. Unable to escape, the old fly was trapped in the deluge of falling bodies.

Walking leisurely through the rain of corpses was... the being.

"...!"

The old fly realized too late.

His body was trembling.

In front of this being that had suddenly appeared in his world, causing mountains to collapse and emitting darkness... upheaving heaven and earth, the old fly felt an instinctual fear.

"Who are you... Who are you?!"

The old fly shouted out.

Then the demon replied.

"The owner of that scepter."

"...!"

"I've come to reclaim what was lent to you, former King of Flies."

The old fly looked down at the scepter in his hand, trembling, and faced the demon.

The demon extended its hand and flicked it lightly.

"Hand it over to us. Both the scepter and the throne."

"You, by what right, to claim my sovereignty!"

"Yours?"

The demon murmured softly.

"That's impossible. That sovereignty, too- was merely lent to you by these."

A pitch-black hole opened on the ground behind the demon, and black figures sprang up like a fountain.

They were heads.

The heads of his kin that the old fly had devoured.

Rising from the depths of the mental realm, the heads combined with the headless bodies falling from the sky, becoming whole flies that flapped their wings and landed on the ground.

"..."

The old fly watched this scene in stunned silence.

Headless bodies pouring down from the high mountaintop. And headless bodies rising from the abyss.

Like a puzzle, the flies interlocked in midair, becoming one and orderly lining up behind the demon.

Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions...

Faced with the endlessly growing army of kin he had devoured one by one, the old fly was frozen.

"These creatures, daring... not knowing their place and plotting a rebellion..."

"This is not a rebellion."

The demon kept advancing towards the old fly without stopping and whispered.

"Simply restoring the rights that should have been enjoyed, to their rightful place... a restoration."

"Stay away!"

The old fly desperately slammed the scepter to the ground.

But- nothing happened.

Only then did the old fly realize. Everything in this mental realm had been taken by the demon before him.

The fact that the world he thought was his... could change owners so easily.

"Everyone on guard! Stay alert- The enemy is plotting something-!"

Evangeline, with her shield in front, shouted, and all the troops tensed up, watching the King of Flies while.

Crack...

A sound of something splitting was heard.

It was the sound of the King of Flies's cocoon-like body splitting open in the middle.

'...What.'

Crack crack, as the center of the cocoon opened up, I gritted my teeth and groaned in frustration.

'What is this doing now...?!'

Creeeak-!

A pair of red hands burst through the chest of the cocoon.

Those hands, with five human-like fingers, slowly grabbed the cocoon shell and then forcefully ripped it open left and right.

Crash!

The cocoon shell split completely to both sides, and a new monster, having completed its metamorphosis, slowly walked out.

Step. Step. Step.

"..."

Amid a chilling silence, the sound of its footsteps was clearly heard.

It was a fly. A fly, yet at a glance, it resembled a humanoid monster.

It stood on two legs, and its four arms were muscular. In its central right hand, it held a jewel-studded scepter - a scepter unlike any seen before.

A pair of wings neatly laid back, with a thin membrane stretched long like a cloak between them.

Its entire body was red, and atop its head, a massive horn protruded, emitting a dense darkness.

At a glance, it looked as if it were whipping long hair around.

Compared to the original King of Flies, it was a puny monster, yet still vastly larger than a human. Just a bit larger than an airship in size.

"I have been longing to meet you, player."

It looked at me with its red compound eyes. For some reason, I thought its gaze seemed gentle.

I glared at it, spitting out my words.

"Who are you."

"...I have forgotten my name."

The monster then corrected itself.

"No, I had to forget."

"What?"

"Because you always find a way to defeat me, player. Once my name is set, and my identity defined, you will find a way to defeat me again."

The monster looked down at its body and muttered.

"So, to beat you, I had to forget my name first."

"..."

"I was torn to pieces inside this fly and reassembled anew. Now, I remember neither my name, my way of speaking, my habits, nor anything."

The monster then looked at me with a distant gaze.

"But... yes, this is certain. I was born to meet and contend with you. I have lived only for that purpose."

"..."

"And finally, now is the moment."

Its wings spread to either side, and it gently floated into the air.

"My entire life was for this moment...!"

To my troops readying their weapons for battle, I shouted.

"Don't overthink it. This is the King of Flies's final phase!"

Its total power is waning.

The King of Flies is ultimately a collective of the fly species. As the number of flies composing its body decreases, it naturally weakens.

Having carelessly scattered flies throughout the battle and having its hatcheries destroyed, its forces have significantly diminished.

Moreover, the flies absorbed in this world were taken by White Night and fell into the spirit realm.

Its current total power is significantly weakened.

Even if its form has changed, nothing else has.

'We can definitely face it head-on!'

Even if it's not enough...!

I gritted my teeth.

"To protect this world, we must kill it here...!"

We must win!

Raising the flag, I called out.

"All troops, commence battle-!"

With my shout, my remaining heroes and soldiers.

And the surviving flies charged at each other to the death.

--TL Notes--

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