130 Apostle of Evil (1)

The battalion was moving.

But it was different from the army of general concepts. Those members were monsters summoned from hell, not soldiers with guns.

The center of monsters.

An old man, full of wrinkles, was walking in a relaxed pace.

The appearance of the old man surrounded by monsters seemed very heterogeneous, but if you only looked at this side with a simple 'feeling', you wouldn't feel that way.

The old man's body was full of monstrous magic.

Rather, if you feel heterogeneous, you will feel heterogeneous in that the magic flowing from the elderly's body is overwhelmingly darker than the surrounding magic.

"That's good."

The white-haired old man, Anton Sidorvich, smiled faintly. My face was full of wrinkles.

He nods, staring at the monsters that fill the valley.

'This proves it.'

The first large-scale summoning attempted by the Demon Church.

So far, the Devil Church has gained experience through the subtle summoning and has embarked on a full-scale 'plan'.

This large-scale summoning is the first step in that plan.

It was a test to 'prove' one thing before the plan came into orbit.

Anton laughed loudly. The test was thrilling and successful.

'The Guyanese system is weakening.'

Guyanese system.

The guardian of a solid planet that Satan has been trying to collapse for many years.

The defensive mechanisms that have been hampering the Demon Church's long-standing ministry have been slowly losing their power.

The most decisive thing that was blocking their plans is disappearing.

'This will make their power even stronger.'

My heart beats.

The apex of Devil's Church. The 'Phases of Evil' where Orot exists.

It was not long before they moved in earnest.

[Human.]

"Hmm?"

At that moment, the one who was walking beside him opened his mouth. The wings of a bat, the horns of a mountain goat. Red skin and a nasty appearance.

Unlike monsters close to animals, they have the same intelligence as humans, and are infernal beings who follow their desires.

"Attract. What's going on?"

[Is it true that there is a human army where you are heading now?]

"Yes, it is."

[Hhh. I see.]

Uttar, the demon of the Fifth Heavenly Hell, sprinkled the filthy Magi.

Humans.

It is petty, weak, and lowly. Livestock that are necessarily tied to their lifespan and deserve to crawl on the floor.

But Hell's perception of such a human being was greatly altered by the existence of one.

Uttar didn't like it very much.

[This Uttar will prove that man is only human!]

Uttar spoke with a clever voice.

"Oh, I think you should do that later."

[What?]

"We think there's something else we need to do."

Anton took a picture out of his arms. A photo of a young man with a sharp impression.

He was the eldest to obstruct the events that had taken place in Sapporo before.

'I said I was involved in this war.'

I heard there was even friction with the Chinese.

"Hmm."

Anton looked at the pictures as if they were interesting.

'I need to talk to you.'

I don't know why I'm so good at overwhelming the cardinal.

For some reason, I had to see if it interfered with the last summoning ritual.

'I'm not like Alec Ozburn.'

I could be sure of what he looked like through Akiyama.

I could not feel the burning sense of justice, the hostility to demonism.

'Those eyes.'

I was used to it.

A glance filled with longing for power, a glance filled with madness and flesh.

I knew such a man well.

'He's with me.'

Then it was not difficult to imagine what he wanted and what he longed for.

'Draw him to the church.'

I didn't find it difficult.

Demon Church had unique strengths that could not be replaced by anything else.

Eternal life and strength.

Neither of them was a demonic strength that was hard to resist as a human being.

It was clear that if a strong enough to overwhelm Akiyama joined the Church, it would greatly help Devil's future plans.

Of course, if you refuse..

'I have to make you pay for interrupting the plan.'

Anton smiles loudly.

It was right to remove it beforehand if there appeared to be any signs of disruption to future plans.

[What do you need to do separately?]

"I'm going to meet a person. I was hoping you could support me in case I didn't know."

Given that Akiyama was overwhelmed, the strength of the Augang Woo-ran youth was the minimum World Ranker.

As much as confronting a less informed strong person, the more insurance, the better.

[Ha!]

Uttar laughed in vain.

He glances at Anton with eavesdropping eyes.

[I listened to you gently in return for summoning you and you crossed the line. I am every evil, man. Don't order me.]

"Hmm."

[I want to chew on the human continent. I didn't hear you say you were backing up.]

Uttar turned his head.

Anton called him with a distressed look.

"I'm sorry, Uttar, but I'd like you to refrain from doing anything rash."

[Hmph, is war with humans a harsh act? What do you think of this Evil Uttar of Fifth Heaven...?]

"No, it's not like that. I don't want you to do anything against the will of Satan."

Anton said in a magnificent voice.

[What?]

A ridiculous voice. The laughter naturally bursts out again.

Uttar dared to look at Anton, who said to himself, 'Obey.' I felt like I was going to flip over in the absence of an arrogant mate.

[You must be crazy...!]

Uttar raised his giant hand.

Before his ignorant-sized fist swung, Anton took out a book in black parchment from his arms.

At that moment.

Cuddle up!

[Argh! What is it?!]

Dozens of black hands came out through the floor and grabbed his body. An enormous force crushed him.

[Huff!]

The skin is torn. The bones twist and kneel. Uttar's eyes were terrified.

"I trust you'll listen to me."

Anton laughs. Scary Magi swirls around.

Apostle of Evil Anton Sidorvich.

Even within the Church, the demons of Hell, who are recognized by the 'Phases', are dizzy and can't even give out business cards.

[You, you fucking human!]

Uttar roared.

"Too bad."

Open. The book is covered.

The myriad black hands that emerged from the floor tore Uttar's body apart.

Silence sits down.

* * *

"Army ready!"

The cries of the second-class smoker echoed in the fireplace.

The players' expressions fluttered with tension.

I saw horrible monsters sprinting down the streets in their eyes.

"I mean, shit."

One of the Red Rose Guild members grabbed his trembling hand. It was a similar situation for others, not just silk.

Legion of Demons.

The energy of Magi they exude has crushed the players.

"Wake up! It's not like a turbulent day! We have the power to fight monsters!"

Players swallowed a hunch of spit at the cry of the smoker.

turbulent day.

The day when countless people died and countless nations were destroyed.

"Don't, that's right!"

"I can do it!"

Players dogged each other to wash away their anxiety.

The smoker turned his head and looked at the side. A faction of players on the Chinese side was seen.

'That's a lot of dirty.'

There were so many players held by China that the elasticity of China flowed.

'Is the situation similar over there?'

I don't know what you're saying because you're speaking Chinese, but it looks like the players are talking to each other.

'I do.'

The smoker looks at the monsters with sharp eyes.

One, two thousand is ridiculous.

It was such a terrible number that it was estimated to be at least 50,000.

It was strange not to be afraid.

'Still.'

She grips her fist. She recalls the day of turbulence.

People who were massacred without strength by spilling monsters.

It was different then and now. She has the power to fight monsters. Even for those gathered here.

"Khhhhhh!!"

"Kieeeee!"

The monstrous necrosis is imminent. Players heard the weapon.

The smoker pulls out the paper he left in his heavy arms. It contained a strategy that I had worked hard on over the past three days.

"First of all, prepare to cast from the Wizard class!"

Pouring from ranged attacks before direct engagement was the culmination of a massive battle.

"Then... uh, I mean. Tanker class will stop the raid and step back first! Then build a vacuum with type V to drive the monsters into the vacuum! And…."

The next player continued to talk tactics as he read the note.

"Miss Playing, I don't understand you when you say that."

The head of the Wrestler Unit, Jang Hyun, sighed and approached.

Now, Korean players have combined the power of several large guilds.

I didn't have much time to train with him, but I couldn't speak a complex tactic that would require the right hands and feet.

"Er…. Well, I mean..."

Three-day lightning strike.

But when it was time, I didn't think about what to instruct.

The next player frowned.

'It doesn't suit me.'

The command did not suit itself. The battle of blood frying was a better match.

"At the moment, you can take care of it too."

She forcibly handed over the loudspeaker to Zhang Hyun, who was next to her, and smiled at Seeik.

A chain emanates from the wrist with a red light.

"Oh, I have one more thing to say."

She picked up the loudspeaker she was handing over to Jang Hyun and shouted with all her might.

"Don't make it difficult! Think of it as an EXP Event! This is your chance to draw some EXP!!"

The next player shouted with a loudspeaker.

The sound of laughter burst everywhere. Tension has been reduced.

There were also players who were eye-catching in the words of level-up.

"Huh."

Zhang Hyun smiled in vain.

I didn't expect him to fire on the desires of the players in this way.

"Let's go, boys!! Oh, some of us aren't kids. Well, anyway! Everybody fight hard! No one dies! Don't get hurt!"

Ridiculous command. No strategy, no tactics. Even the players who were listening laughed.

However, the effect was remarkable.

The atmosphere that was encroaching on terror was immediately reversed.

Hot heat flowed between the players.

The smoker rolled his feet roughly.

Kung!

Heavy vibrations spread. Her cry echoes the battlefield.

"Damascus!!!"

The battle begins.