501 Conventional (2)

Chew! Chew! Chew! With Arakail's words, the space behind him began to split.

There was a black crack in the air like a crack in the air.

In that crack, there's a pack of demons.

It's on fire.

Demons of more than ten thousand at a glance.

It was the Legion of the Fall led by Arakail...That's.

Looking at the legions of the abyss that emerged from the crack, Kang-woo narrowed his eyebrows.

Although he did not feel as deified as Arakail in the war zone, he felt something strange.

"Ah."

The identity of the dysentery was easily found.

What are you wearing around your neck?'The demons of the abyss were all wearing the same thing around their necks.

It wasn't a necklace or a pendant.

...bags?"

It was a bag half the size of a palm. The bulging swell made it clear that there was something in it.

It was a thing that was not in the days when it was under the rain.

It doesn't make sense.

It is a family where the devil fits the amulet in a group, and there is no laughter.

"You must be wondering what this is."

Arakail smiled at the eyes of the heavy rain.

He came out of the crack and lightly raised his chin toward the army of the abyss surrounding Kangwoo, Liris, and Balock.

One of the abyss' legions unwound the sack around his neck.

"Show it to the devil."

Arakail said with a deep smile.

Arakail's man brought an unidentified bag of his hand to his mouth.

I tilted the sack slowly.

Black powder flowed out of the mouth of the sack and entered the mouth of Arakail's men.

"Laugh!"

With black powder in his mouth, Ara Kyle's men groaned painfully.

Kuduk! Kuduk! A gruesome sound of bone grinding rang out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ara Kyle's man twisted his body.

A hideous blood vessel reminiscent of a tree root sprang up on the body of Arakail's subordinate.

And

Whoo! Whoo!

A black magma like a haze rose from the body of Arakail's subordinate.

**

Magi, which is different from the usual magi, feels a foreign energy somewhere.

A laugh came out of the rain's mouth.

I could understand what the magma was and even without using the power of insight.

It was a kind of power that I've already experienced. "...the power of the gods?"

It was a power that was different from the origin of the deity.

If a person's personality affects the whole of his or her personality,

Sinsal is the power to "kill a deified being" regardless of whether it is in the form or not.

More specifically, the new life is a force focused on breaking through the protection of the deity and extinguishing the deity itself.

And in the past, Kang Woo has made weapons with the power of that murder.

I used Bechimos' horns to make a chain of performances.’

Thanks to the weapon of the murder, Cha said, "If it's an attack using chains, it's a rainfall before it becomes the embodiment of rain.

It was possible to harm somebody. 'You can't make every demon a incarnation, so you've got a temporary supply of things that can give you the power of the gods.

Military

Then it wasn't hard to figure out what that black powder was.

There was only one such thing as the Sinsal, as far as the rainfall knew.

"Our poor Bechimos' horns would not have survived. No, I'm not. I've paid this number.

Would they have ground it back and cut it again?" Unidentified bag caught in the neck of the abyss.

It was a bag of ground flour made from the horns of Bechimos. "You're really doing all kinds of things, Amon."

The possibility that Amon was manipulating Bechimos was well understood.

When I encountered Bechimos in the satellite world before heading to the Ernoer continent, Bechimos showed me as if he were being manipulated by someone else.

The King of the Waves in the Old Hell.

There was no one but Amon who could control the so-called Bechimos.

The extent to which he expected to use the horn with the power of the assassination was also expected.

but

"I never thought I'd make a doping pill without making a weapon out of it."

No, when I first ate the horns of Bechimos myself, I had no idea that the power of the new year would temporarily grow.

'No, that's not all.'

A hideous blood vessel has sprung up all over the body.

Kyle's subordinates seemed to explode not only the power of the new flesh but also the magi and physical specifications themselves.

It was temporary, but it was such an effect that Han Seol-ah's buff felt shabby.

"Of course.

There was no way that the rise of acrimonious power, which could be described as deformed, would be achieved without any cost. Lucky's a moron, worst of all, we're just going to lose.’

The powder made from Bechimos' horns.

Eating is tantamount to putting a bomb around your body and jumping into enemy positions.

"You know what happens when you eat that?"

The rainfall asked with deep sinking eyes.

Although Arakail's subordinates, the Nazi legions eventually became their own.

'Not anymore.

In any case, some familiar faces were seen among the groups of the abyss that surrounded them.

Of course, there's no way I can't feel any emotion.

"Hahaha! You don't know how to use this."

Arakail burst into a clear smile and laughed.

"But."

He opened his arms with a breath of heat.

"To grind the body, or to burn the soul."

He raised his head high and said in a voice filled with madness.

"Don't we have to move forward? What?"

giggles. Arakail's shoulders were lifted. "That's what the Devil used to say."

As if to recall memories, with a faint look, "To the front, to the front, to the front!" scatters madness.

"To a higher place! To a farther place! Hahaha!"

Arakail trembled, shudderingly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The devil is right. A demon! A creature that lives by desire and is complete by desire!"

Prick, stick.

Cross the sawed hands noisily.

"Don't you think you should desire power at all costs?"

"In fact, isn't it the devil who practiced it more than anyone else?"

The rain was tightlipped.

I remembered the memory of the past, the memory of hell.

No, you don't have to go to hell.

Even at this moment. The moment I was talking to him,

in

He was walking on a tight rope with the "Mahae," which is located in his heart.

Compared to Mahae, the dangers posed by the horn powder of Bechimos.

I couldn't say that.

"Ah."

Arakail staggered as if she were dancing.

"It reminds me of the first time I met the Devil."

I had a bright smile around my mouth. "Mamon's fire burns my whole body and eats him to the end! The madness of eating away at the hundred thousand of Marmons!"

He continued with a dope-like, dreamy expression.

"Oh, it was a wonderful sight. None of the demons was as wonderful as the devil."

The devil of those days was literally 'desire' itself.

Whether your arms or legs are cut off, your stomach bursts out, or half your head is torn.

craving only to chew and swallow the other person and move on to a more remote place.

I did

I only wanted to be stronger.

No predator was a prey to the devil's presence.

He.

He was truly worthy of the title of the king of the devil. "But..."

Arakail's eyes have cooled. "You don't see that anymore."

He glared at the rain with cold eyes. "That's what Amon said. The Devil is defending the world on the side of man."

His eyes were filled with contempt as he stared at the rain.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you're on the human side. But..."

"It's totally unacceptable that you protect someone."

To the devil, 'protecting' someone to the devil's king was an ill-advised expression.

He is not a person who protects anyone else.

If it's a devil, if it's the devil.

It deserves to be looted, exploited, and usurp.

"You who do not desire anymore

Arakail's eyes glistened furiously. "I'm not a king."

The rain was tightlipped.

He turned his head slowly.

Demons besieging themselves.

Once upon a time, his men, the ones he desperately sought to protect,

I could see him pointing his weapon at himself.

I could see that he was venting his hostility toward himself.

"Hahaha! Why are you standing there so blankly?"

Arakail laughed low. "No matter how strong you are, you'll have to stand firm in the face of a military force of ten thousand with the power of deity."

I don't know if he was the devil of the time, but if he's the devil who lost his desire now.

You will have no choice but to be frustrated in front of this hopeless electric car. "That's why you're no longer a king."

Arakail burst into giggles. "Your days are over. You're now... It's forgotten."

As if to sentence, as if to adjudicate, said.

Forgotten King. Past King.

It was time for the demons to accept a new king, not the devil.

"That's true."

He walked away with ease.

Stretching. Stuttering.

I walked in front of the rain.

Rain slowly turned his head again and stared at Arakail.

His gaze at Arakail was cold. "Dougard is such an idiot."

Arakail held a mockery around her mouth and held out her sawed hand.

a waddle

The neck of Doomguard, lying on the floor, was cut off on a saw blade.

chubby.

Doomguard's head on the saw blade was thrown playfully.

"I ran to where you were, taking Bechimos' horn powder."

"Don't you think it's strange that the devil puts loyalty before desire?"

"...let go."

"Only desire can make us... Hmm? What did you say?"

"Get off, let go."

The rain moved its hand. " ...!"

Before Arakail could react, Doomgard's head, which he was bouncing on a saw blade, was in the hands of a rainfall.

"Good."

Arakail backed away with a startled look.

After being blessed by Baal and becoming a incarnation, he had an enormous power that was incomparable to the past.

And yet,

There was no sign of the mahwang's movement.

".....

With Doomgard's head in his arms, the rainfall slowly put his head on the floor.

The head of Doomguard was reattached to the section cut off by the saw blade.

Heh heh heh.

Suddenly, Doomgard's laughter passed through his head.

"He was a cute guy.

If it's similar, it's a personality similar to Kim Tae-hyun.

****

Of course, he was violent except for himself.

Hehe, but... Before my life was over... Cool! I'm glad to meet you.

Stupid bastard. I could have survived if I hadn't just fled to me.

I have to say to the Devil... Yes, I did.

It was useless information.

You don't have to tell me that.

I would have dealt with it.

I should've... I should've come to see you know. Yes.

I know. Why didn't you just come and see Amon doing something funny?

The rainfall, which put down Domgard's head again, raised itself up.

Arakail."

In the low voice, I called him.

"... go ahead."

Arakail beckons the legions of the abyss.

I ordered somebody to prepare the horn powder of Bechimos.

"At first, I asked, 'Why did you do that?'"

The rain slowly turned its head.

"I didn't ask you why you killed Dungard."

My eyes are blackened. 'What I asked you earlier,' his black eyes turned gold. "I was asking why you forgot about me."

A long, horizontally torn pupil appeared.

"Betrayal? You can do it. Honestly, it's not weird to crawl and lick your feet like a dog when you're offering a free ransom. Killing Doomgard? Like you said, the one who expects camaraderie from the devil is a moron. If it doesn't suit your will, then you're right to kill it."

by the way

"By the way, Arakail."

Everything else is fine. 'I shouldn't have forgotten.' You know that.

"You've fought with me, you've won with me."

no matter how drunk one may be No matter how much time passes, no matter how dim the memory becomes.

Cheek.

The wings spread wide as if the black liquid had stuck together.

Mouths with sharp teeth appeared on wings of mucus.

And

"There's something else to forget. What if you forget about me?"

Demons. Demons.

He's a predator of the predators.

Hell of hell. The demon king was traditional.