242 Straggler (3)

[Damn it! What the...!]

Belfegor's expression hardened.

He raised his hand to the shattered Nazarene.

After blowing Magi in, Nate quickly changed shape and recovered to his original state.

Unlike ordinary hellfire, Nathan does not possess' indestructible 'characteristics.

It can be restored in an instant even if destroyed. It has the property of changing the shape and annihilating enemies.

But it is.

'Even if you do, Baloch can't destroy the hellfire.'

Destruction is all about fighting the Great Being.

Basically, the durability of 'Natae' was a level that a typical demon could not break.

That Baloch crushed the Nazarene with pure power.

That meant one thing.

'He's the one.'

That you really have great power.

[How dare you....]

Anger burned in Belfegor's eyes.

The pride of the archduke, who lived tens of thousands of years and became strong, has been thoroughly trampled.

Better for the Demon King.

Even though he was a human being, he had a deceptive power called the power of predation, so he could masquerade that he had been born from that moment when he was born like the Grand Duke.

But Valoc is different.

He was rumored to have no one to follow among the common demons, but eventually got there.

It was the only demon.

By the way.

[How dare a Straggler like you take the Grand Duke's left!!]

Balok has no power.

There is a bare power, but it is characteristic and not power.

He was not born.

From birth, he was born under the Grand Duke, who had to fall down before him.

How dare a petty creature who deserves to crawl on the floor reveal her teeth to the Grand Duke.

That's unacceptable.

[Argh!!]

Expanded the power of pause.

The power of power spread like a tent and pressed Balok from all sides. The recovered thread ran to Balok with eight arms extended.

[Whoops.]

Balok took a deep breath.

A black armor that covers the entire body. I felt tremendous power through the black armor.

This was the first force he had ever experienced.

'Because of the Demon King.'

Balok opens his eyes thinly.

Rain and his soul followed.

Rather, the rains had more power than in the past, and so did his strength naturally.

'That's not all.'

I laughed.

All the rain could give him was Maggie.

Simply because of the large volume of Magi, I couldn't use this new power.

Made by the blown magi, adding his angle to the king.

You can call it rainfall and his joint venture.

'It doesn't matter what.'

Balok turned around.

Grasping his fist, I felt the power of a black armor that completely covered my body.

It doesn't matter why I awakened this power.

The important thing is that this power has allowed us to fight Belfegor.

And then.

"O king."

I can see the rain walking solitary at a high place.

He had so much on his shoulders.

He always did.

I went forward alone, carrying everything. Somewhere out of reach.

'Now.'

The eyes of Balok shined sharply.

Qudd 'Ach!!

A black armor that covers the whole body moves.

Chieyprofits!

Black maggots emanate from the seams of the armor like steam.

'I'll walk with you.'

Quuuuuuu!!

Explosive black vapor.

Baloch's body, covered in black armor, is shot forward at a terrifying speed.

The power of a stop spread like a tent pressed him from all sides.

'Down.'

There is one way to avoid this.

Balok lifted his right fist.

The first Nazi attack tore his right arm from his elbow, but now the black armor is replacing the torn arm.

"Wonderful."

It must be Magi's armor, but it moves naturally as if it were his real arm.

Baloch shoots the fist he lifts with a feeding smile.

The earth turned upside down as if a bomb had exploded. It moved into the ground, piercing spills and rocks.

Horrible speed you can't imagine moving through the earth.

The earth turned upside down like a wave.

Identify!

The dirt flies.

As soon as he came out, the eight fingers of 'Natai' pressed him.

The eyes of Balok shined sharply.

'If you smashed it once.'

It's impossible twice.

I rushed in ignoring the hand of the Nazarene who was pressuring him.

[You, profit!!]

Belfegor's expression is distorted.

An ignorant dash like a chariot. Created a shield by extending the power of the stop.

But it is.

Chiayeeeeeeeeee!!!

Black vapor that explodes like an explosion.

The vapor emanating from Balok's armor blocked Belfegor's vision.

The power of stop has been loosened.

[Oh, no....]

[Sincerely.]

Squeeze your body. Pull your shoulders back and pull your elbows to the limit.

The black armor on your elbows bursts out and the black vapor bursts like a boost.

Raise your left foot forward and release the trigger that has been pulled to the limit.

[Punch.]

Quadweed!!

A haunted punch that squeezes all its power smashes Belfegor's head.

* * *

String.

[Valoc has acquired the Lost Armor.]]

"Huh?"

The blue spear in front of your eyes.

The rain curled his head.

"What is this all of a sudden?"

News that Balok has acquired new skills.

It's certainly good news, but the timing was a little weird.

'No way, you bastard.'

Rain snow thinned.

An order from Valoc.

I came up with an order to find Belfegor's location and report it to myself.

'Did you fight?'

Belfegor and I.

I didn't get a message like that without doing so.

"You muscular pig."

The expression was distorted.

Nervousness has been pushed.

Balok is strong.

'But.'

After all, that's all.

If you enter one-on-one with Belfegor, you will be defeated without holding back.

"Damn it."

Rain spits in a nervous voice.

I bite my lips as if I were restless.

Valoc was an 'authority', not a ministry bound by subordinate power, so he could not share his vision.

'The power of the Watcher.'

The range of cognition increased enormously and the field of view expanded as if looking down at the ground in the air.

I saw Balok and Belpegor fighting.

"Phew."

Then a sigh of relief came out.

'Stupid bastard.'

I told you to call me as soon as you saw him.

Rain filled my tongue.

I turned my head.

"Ugh. Ah."

A gangrene wrapped around the body with bloodstained bandages.

He was stumbling on a rusty road that had been crushed in half.

"What the hell, man, what do you think?"

The bloodhound looked at the rain as if he could not understand.

I heard about the Demon King.

I knew how marvelous and heterogeneous he was.

But it is.

"Cough! Cough!"

The bloodhound vomited blood.

'This much.'

I didn't expect to be overwhelmed.

I couldn't resist once.

His thousand years of training did not reach the Demon King at all.

Jerbuck, jerbuck.

The Demon King walked towards him.

I looked up at him.

A face with no distinctive features except that it has sharp eyes.

Now I felt more scared of that face than anyone else.

"Argh, aah!!"

The bloodhound screamed like a seizure.

He hurried around with a rusty grip.

In Rusty Province, the bloody magi he had completed in the last millennium were darkened.

Blood maggots.

A magic ball that sublimates grudges contained in blood.

How much trouble did you have to deal with that grudge?

I endured a thousand years of horrible nightmares and poetry in the voice of the dead.

Satan also acknowledged his power and gave him the place of 'status'.

'No, I don't think so.'

Why?

So powerlessly defeated.

"Die!!"

I was aiming for the head of the rain.

Strong enough to split your whole body in half.

Rain lifted his hands with a smile.

He grabs the rusty road swinging towards himself with his bare hands.

Jaw.

"Huhuup!!"

"Well…."

The rains opened their eyes, touching the bloody Magi with their hands.

'How did you build up your magic in Wang Continent?'

I was curious.

You pushed your Magi to understand the structure of the Bloody Magi.

Oops. Rain nods as if it's amazing.

"How to turn a negative grudge into a grudge. There was a way like this."

I can't believe you sublimated the grudge in your blood.

It was a strange way.

The rains, which looked at Margie's structure, were heavy and her tongue was full.

"It's a dirty, inefficient way."

After extracting the grudge from the blood, the process of converting it to margi itself was extremely lax.

In the first place, I tried to convert the notion of raw materials without clear physical power into physical power, so that would not be as easy as it sounds.

It was petty, crude.

'I'd rather use the Celestial Dragon method.'

It at least builds up the evenly distributed energy in the atmosphere with marvelous efficiency.

In comparison, blood pores are extremely limited and inefficient.

"What," he said? "

"You're a piece of garbage."

"Now, wait. How the hell is changing grudges...?"

The bloodhound's eyes trembled.

The transformation of the grudge in blood into a mace was a vision of blood magic.

By the way, I saw that.

What number.

"Don't, can you just touch Maggie?"

A chaotic voice.

Rain smiled at the feeder.

"It's not that hard than I thought. It's just kind of different anyway, but it's basically the same thing as Margie."

"……."

"I don't care. If you check the array of all the maggies, it won't be hard to tell."

"What...?"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Checking all the movements of Magi in your body will help you understand its structure and principles."

"What are you talking about? That can't be possible..."

Blood maggots carry maggots as mediators of blood.

To make that happen, I had to figure out the flow of magi moving through the thousands and tens of thousands of blood vessels in my body.

Human blood vessels are 120, 000 kilometers long when they are lined up.

It leaves you with two and a half laps around the Earth.

That's the way it is.

the flow of multiple simultaneously moving maggies through its unacceptable length.

You got it all at once?

"You can try, man."

Rain smiled.

The bloodhound cried out like he was having a seizure.

"Bullshit!! There's no way that's possible if you try anything else!!"

"No, I can't. Those bastards have never done that before."

Rain was heavy, tongue was full.

"Young people nowadays, they don't know it's anger. It's called 'no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o power.'

I shake my head as if pathetic.

"Where did such lies come from...."

"Have you ever put a sea in your body?"

"What?"

"A sea that doesn't know when to overflow."

The endless sea of Magi.

"There are only three thieves. I can't do that either, so I'm gonna flood it. If you don't control it desperately, the ocean will flood and search for it."

"……."

"So every moment, even while you're eating, pooping and sleeping. laughing and laughing because it's a good thing, crying because it's sad, angry because it's a long way to go."

Even at the moment of breathing.

If you control the crazy-ass Magi.

If you struggle desperately to live.

"It's not that hard."

"……."

The bloodhound couldn't understand what he was saying.

It's too vague to understand.

But if his metaphor is true.

If you really had the ocean in your body, and it flew to flood every moment.

"What the hell, why?"

Why don't you give up?

Is it simple to keep doing that crazy thing forever?

This is insane. It's not something I can do sanely.

It's the same as being caught in a coin mouth in seconds.

There is no way a human being can handle that pain.

"Son of a bitch, what a question."

Rain spilled laughter.

Why didn't you give up? Why do you have to say it with your mouth?

"I didn't want to search, man."

"Ugh."

The bloodhound's body trembled.

Two eyes of the Demon King looking at himself.

The intense desire in his eyes sent him away.

'This is a joke.'

It's a desire he knows. No, it's probably a creature's craving.

I want to live.

I don't want to die.

Even as you hold on to that moment of breathing.

Even after I beat him up.

He will survive.

I read the desire in those eyes.

"……."

The bloodhound kept his mouth firmly shut.

Thousands and thousands of years.

The time gap was not a problem.

Different.

The Voice of the Dead? What do you mean by that?

The Demon King overcame the adversity of death at every moment, every hour of Chalna's life, divided into dozens and hundreds of seconds.

"You…."

Belfegor's words came to mind.

The body of the bloodhound trembled.

"You're crazy."

"I told you."

Rain smiled.

"You're not ready."

The bloodhound's head exploded.

The rain lifted its head and looked up at the sky.

The battle between Satan and Raphael was continuing.

"The devil suddenly collapses, but he fights well."

Satan who fell and rolled the floor holding his back neck like his blood pressure was raised.

Thanks to this, he was beaten by Raphael in the early days and started to be a demon, but he regained consciousness and continued his taut engagement with Raphael.

Apparently, you have more power than you had in hell in the past.

"Here we go."

Rain looks up at the battle of two beings, raising their mouths.

"Who wants to win?"

The results seemed very soon.