500 Conventional (1)

"Hahahaha!"

A clear laugh rang out.

a smacking sound

The body of a demon lying on the back of Domgard was split in half.

"But I thought I hid it well.

But... you couldn't fool the devil's eyes either."

Inside, a demon with a sharp sawed hand appeared.

He was a devil who swept his hair neatly in a neat suit, which was rare among demons.

Arakail. The commander of the Legion of the Farak bowed in a disciplined gesture.

"We were still in the same family, but we can't miss it."

The rainfall spoke in a deep voice.

a family member

The obvious word felt very strange somehow.

"My family... Yeah, I did. It's not a word for the devil, but you were different."

Arakail grinned.

It was an infinite cruel devil to the enemies, but to the devil who accepted it once into power, it was the devil named Oh Kang-woo who treated him literally like a "family."

"I was more evil than anyone else, but... It was the devil who was the devil more than anyone else." Arakail said in a faint voice, brooding over memories.

It was more than 300 years ago that we met with the rainfall. It was just about time he knocked down the first great ball. "A lot of work... Yeah, a lot of things happened."

I fought with him and won with him.

You fight the Seven Dynasties and you win.

I got my hands on the Old Hell.

"It is an honor to see you again, my king."

Arakail bowed politely.

"...... "

The rainfall lowered its head with a deep look.

Dungard's breathless body lay carefully on the floor.

He opened his eyes and closed the eyes of the dead Doomguard, and opened his mouth.

"Yes, it's good to see you, too. You don't have to be impressed.

I didn't expect the reunion to take place with such a slap in the back."

"Hahaha. I didn't know this would happen."

Arakail tapped on the floor with a hand made of saw blades.

"Arakail, you..."

Balok glared at Arakail with his burning eyes.

He clenched his huge fist as if he were about to run.

"Wait."

The rain slowed down and walked forward, holding back the ball.

I asked looking at Arakail.

"Let me ask you one question."

"As much as you want."

Arakail smiled brightly and bowed her head.

"Why did you do that?"

asked in a low voice.

"Hahahaha!"

Arakail burst into a clear smile and looked at the fallen Doomguard.

"If you're asking me why I killed Dungard..."

Tsk, lightly clapped his tongue.

"Because I refused my offer to the end."

"Proposal?"

"Yes."

Arakail opened her arms wide.

"The offer to betray the Devil and join Baal's army."

"No, no. I didn't express it right. Betrayal? It's not a betrayal."

He shakes his head and bursts into giggles.

"Isn't it natural for the devil to pursue desire?"

Desire is instinct for the devil. Only desire makes the devil evil, and lasts as the devil.

Desire,

It's everything.

"Arakaii Yiil!!!"

Coo-oong!

The gunfire of the explosion shook the surrounding land.

Balock clenched his fist roughly and kicked his foot.

Clack, clack, clack.

The black armor began to cover his body.

Gosh, geez!

white gushing out of between the sheets of paper

steam, steam.

In the misty steam, the green fluttered its black wings.

***

Crazy Arcade!!! Arakail raised a hand made of saw blades.

Balock's fist and saw blade clashed.

The terrible sound of iron reverberated widely.

"Huh!" Balok breathed in briefly, and gave his fist a boost.

The red muscles bulged.

"Dearly, you dare..."

eyes distorted by anger

"You betrayed the king!"

To Balok, betraying the king was an unacceptable felony for any reason.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Balock's fist swung violently.

The sound of shelling rang out one after another.

"The King! To you! How much! Did you give it to me?" Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

He let out his roar and struck his iron fist.

Arakail crossed a saw blade to stop his attack.

Every time the fist was lowered, the gap between the crossed saw blades began to widen little by little.

"Forgot it!!!"

Whoo-hoo!

Balok struck his whole body with his fists clenched together.

Pacan!

Along with the clear sound of iron, Arakail's saw blades spread out on both sides.

Balok lowered his posture by pulling his right foot back.

Twisting, he raised his right fist high.

"Sky."

Using the elasticity, he threw a fist containing rotation.

"Break! "Break!

One of the few bare-handed fighting skills I learned from Kang Woo was expressed through Balok's hand.

Ara Kyle's fist, which contained the strength to collapse even the huge mountain, struck the body.

but

"Hahaha, you've changed a lot since you haven't seen him. Didn't you usually use the whip?"

Arakail opened his chest and 'packed' Balok's fist, which was pouring at him.

Balok's fist was badly thrown away by the invisible force surrounding Arakyle's body.

"This is..."

Balok's expression was distorted roughly.

an unidentified force surrounding the body of Arakail

Balok knew what the power was so well.

'Well, anyway,' arachil's mouth twisted up.

"He's just an insignificant creature without a single identity."

He burst into giggles and quickly extended his sawed hands.

The powerful divine power flowed from the crest of the saw blade.

Balok leaned back with a reverent look.

but

Thaw!! "LOL!" There was a nasty tear in Balock's chest, cutting the black armor lightly.

Black blood spurted like a fountain. Balock rolled down the floor, clutching his chest.

"Wow!"

Balock chewed his lips roughly.

'Again, is it a shame?"

He clenched his fist covered in black armor.

Divine character.

The power to create too unreasonable a gap, simply by having it.

Gasp.

The sound of grinding teeth came out of the mouth.

Come to think of it, you haven't awakened your identity yet, have you?

Suddenly, Kim Si-hoon's voice passed through his head.

It was a passing remark before heading for the frozen temple.

Balock's face was distorted like a night car.

I know that Kim Si-hoon did not say that in a derision.

but

"Oh, my God, my God!"

*****

Boom!

Balock clenched his fist and hit the floor roughly.

"Hoot, hoot."

Black blood flowed from the wound on the chest.

Balock gazed down at the blood.

The way is, there is.

His newfound strength, Pae Wang-kap, becomes stronger as a medium for blood.

In other words, the more blood you shed, the stronger your strength becomes.

'Then.

It's only temporary, but there is a way to get the power to fight on par with a person of dignity.

But...

There was a conflict in Balok's eyes.

He clenched his fist nervously.

"Why?"

Arakail's derision was directed at him.

**

"You realize you can't do anything with that wailing loyalty, can you?"

Balok's expression hardened.

Arakail continued in a faint voice, drunk with power.

"You can't get anything out of loyalty. Nothing can be gained by faith or will."

He raised his sawed hand high.

"Only desire."

The devil's instinct. This feeling that makes the devil exist as the devil.

"Only desire completes us."

Arakail smiled with a shrug.

Deity received through transactions with Amon.

The powerful force excited his body.

Burned with heat.

"Don't you think so, too?"

Arakail looked back at the rainfall and asked,

Rain stared at Arakail with his mouth tightly shut.

The physical character felt by Arakail was as powerful as that of Taemu Drama and Gaia.

"Sigh."

The rain sighed deeply. 'There's no way Arakail can wake up on her own.’

The answer was fixed. You're a myth.

Whether Arakail was the incarnation of Baal, or one of the alien gods who cooperated with Baal,

It was impossible to tell whether it was true or not. But for sure, now he has an unparalleled power in his hands.

"Is this... what you've prepared, Baal.

It is meaningless just to rally the Old Hell.

Now that the limitations of the law were lifted and the deities became active in the material world, demons also needed to fight on par with them.

I'm not prepared to deal with the physical.

I thought.'

I never thought one of the deities was to incarnate his old subordinates.

A low laugh came from the mouth of the rain.

With one hand covering his face, he lifted his shoulders.

"Oh, shit, that's a hell of a horse."

Desire only completes the devil.

What a pretentious expression this is.

"So, in a nutshell, you're saying that you betrayed Baal's honey water because it was sweet."

He said as if he had betrayed for some grand reason, but in the end, the reason for betrayal was extremely simple.

"Hmm. You still have a foul mouth.

It is."

Arakail frowned and glared at the rain.

"I haven't seen you for a day or two."

"Yes, the Devil has always been."

Arakail said in a faint voice.

In the past, memories of spending time with rainfall passed through my head.

a devastating, devastating war

The long and long battles that led to the seven greats kneeling down and reigning in the Old Hell.

"Oh, that was a really good memory, even now."

Arakail smiled brightly and trembled.

"But."

That was the end.

After dominating the Old Hell, the owner he served changed.

"You have no desire anymore."

Arakail looked at the rainfall with a pathetic and contemptuous look.

That’s right.

After eating all seven great balls, the king's choice was to put everything down and go back to Earth.

"There you no longer have a reason to be a demon."

The devil is a desire.

Only desire makes evil exist, and only desire completes evil.

but

The Devil's King, who once ruled the earth of the Devil's King,

I've given up 'desire' any longer. After the fight against Baal, the mad king no longer remained as if he would eat everything in the world.

1 year

'The devil needs a new king.

There is no need for a king who has lost his desire.

The devil needed a new king full of infinite desires.

'Yes, Baal is...'

The devil, burning with transparent, pure desires, is a man worthy of a new king.

Arakail smiled and raised her sawed hand.

"My devil."

He spoke to the rain, sentencingly. "Your days are over."