503 You're not defending the king.

with a slurping.

White powder trickled through the fingers and scattered in the air.

White powder sprayed from the roof of the apartment building was swept away by the wind and scattered in the air.

Dungard's dead image is dim.

I brushed the lee.

The rain gazed down at the white powder falling like snowflakes.

The downtown of Seoul, where white powder was falling, was as desolate as if it were a ghost town.

This is because they succeeded in evacuating people living in Seoul to the Hernore continent following the guidance of the Kwanghwi Bridge and the Guardians.

Looking down the quiet street where not a single person was seen, the rainfall sighed deeply.

"Siva... what are you doing?"

Tap, tap.

The rain rose by shaking off the white powder in his hand. "Are you done?"

As I turned around, I saw Lee Reese looking this way.

"...have you seen it?"

"Ho-ho, yes. You often did it when you were in the Old Hell."

"Yeah."

Rain is scratching his head and her poem

avoid the line

Lee Reese approached Kang Woo with a calm smile around his mouth.

"Don't put it in your heart too much, ma'am."

He gently leaned his head on his shoulder, hugging the arms of the rain.

"Doomguard... You laughed at the end up laughing.

"....."

The rain was tightlipped. I had a lot in my head.

"Ho Ho"

Liris smiled mischievously and stroked the face of the rain.

"You're... you're a constant person."

After losing his subordinates in the war, the depressing rain had already been seen several times.

"Make some noise."

Rainfall fell from Liris in a brusque voice.

Ho Ho Ho-ho, Liris laughed with one hand covering his mouth.

"By the way, have you got any horn powder for Bechimos?"

"I've got some of it by ordering a muscle pig. The amount wasn't that much."

"Really?"

The rain frowned and reached out its hand.

Liris held out a bag of black powder. 'The powder that gives the power of the gods.'

Surely, it was a troublesome thing.

I thought Baal's army would be tough, but I don't think so.

I didn't expect to bring a fraudulent doping pill.

"...we need to strengthen our defenses."

in a flash

The rainfall burned a sack of black powder.

The fire of the expedition devoured the sack of Bechimos' horn powder.

Rain looked down at the black powder that disappeared in ashes and clicked his tongue.

Should I have used it somewhere else?'

I was troubled by the thought that struck me, but I shook my head soon.

'It's too dangerous.'

It was a very powerful thing just by taking it, but at least it meant nothing to itself. 'That doesn't mean I can't give it to other kids.’

It was better to burn it off comfortably.

The rain snapped at the ashes left in his hand. "What about angels?"

"After hearing from Mr. Leira, I'm going to protect him.

I think they're waiting at the medical center." "You should stop by." "Yes, I'm probably asking a lot about Doomguard."

...I suppose so."

Rain nodded with a bitter expression.

It was the angels who were chasing after Dumgard.

"Liris, please focus on the Mage of the Guard. I'll go to Michael."

Michael still doesn't know that he's a demon.

Now, even if you can fool around as close to perfection, it is right to avoid contacting Liris and Michael as much as possible.

"I accept your order."

Liris bowed gracefully. The rain passed her down from the roof of the apartment.

..what?"

As he was walking down the stairs, he tilted his head at the familiar figure standing in the hallway.

'Purple?' 'Yes.'

'What's the matter? You didn't want to be human, saying it was frustrating.' 'I have no choice but to come here."

Balock lifted his head and pointed to the hall ceiling, saying.

If he goes back to what he saw here, his head and shoulders will crush the ceiling.

"Then you should have just taken a break. What, is it urgent?"

Balok stared at the rain with his mouth tight shut.

The rain has narrowed its eyes.

I think I've seen that look before."

His eyes were similar to those when Balok stared at Kim Si-hoon before heading toward the frozen temple.

"Ah."

A short exclamation came from the mouth of the rain.

With a frown on his face, he stared at the entry.

I vaguely knew what his eyes wanted.

"...the devil."

Balok fell on one knee before him.

I tried to open my mouth with my head down.

"I..."

"If you want me to be incarnated, I won't."

"........."

Balok's eyes trembled.

He bit his lips as if he had been stabbed in the right direction.

"You're a man who can wake up on his own."

He said with a look that did not contain any doubt.

Balok's expression sank heavily.

"We don't have much time left."

The game will last about a month. In the meantime, no one knows whether he will be able to awaken his prestige. "I know."

The rain nodded its head.

"You may not be able to wake up in a month. No, maybe I'll never be able to wake up.

D."

but

"I'm not going to burn you down by making you incarnate."

"The moment I become my incarnation and earn my prestige without accomplishment."

The publication can no longer grow. I'll stop there forever.

to have none

"Even so, I need a personality."

Cuddeuk.

Balok said with a rough fist.

In his chewing voice, he could feel a torrent of condensed emotions.

"To protect the Devil, his dignity... I need that power." I bowed my head in disgrace. Balok recalled the battle against Arakail.

A memory of one-sided defeat to a traitor who dared to betray the king.

There was a deity at the root of the defeat.

What can you do with an opponent that doesn't even work properly in the first place?

'To protect the king.

No, at least in order to get an attack that would be a threat to the king. 'I need your dignity.'

More than anything else, I needed a personality.

......

The rain was tightlipped.

Considering Balok's personality, I could imagine how much he would have thought before he said that.

To give up all possibilities and beg for strength with a miserable head down.

It would have been unacceptable for publication.

Nevertheless, he bowed his head.

For yourself.

"Purple."

The rain smiled faintly.

The truth that cannot be helped and the fact that will not change no matter how much one wishes for it.

'You can't protect me even if you're incarnate.' '...'

Balok's expression hardened. "You can easily get your prestige if you become the incarnation. But what happened to Arakail?"

"......

"Let's say you have as much power as Arakayl."

then

If you have that kind of power. "You think you can protect me?"

The rain continued in a cold voice.

Balok kept his mouth shut and remained silent.

I saw with my eyes the battle between Arakail and the king.

No, can it be called a battle?

Before the power of the Devil, Arakail and Narak.

The legions of were crushed to nothing.

But if I have the power of Arakail, I wonder if I can protect the king. "That, that..."

The transcript clouded the end of his speech.

He knew better than anyone else that he was a family he didn't need to think about.

To protect the king,

The fact that his strength is too insignificant.

"There is a limit to the power of incarnation."

In the end, the incarnation was only parasitic on the existence that lent him his credibility and shared his power.

"You."

The limitations and the end-to-end forces.

A poison that castrates all its possibilities. "Do you really want it?"

Balock shook his shoulders, clenching his fist.

Words from the mouth of the rainfall became a sharp blade and seemed to wriggle his chest.

He smiled at Balok, who was looking down with a gloomy look on his face was drooping.

"The guy who thought his brain was full of muscles is deeply thoughtful," he toyed with his shoulder. "...the devil."

"Do it now, dude. Since when have you been so worried?"

"Well, if you see Kim Si-hoon, you'll have no choice but to think like that."

Kim Si-hoon awakened his prestige on his own.

It is a feat that is fundamentally different from being incarnated as a incarnation.

If you were to choose the only one who could protect him in the battle against Baal, you would choose Kim Si-hoon without hesitation.

"From the perspective of the publication... It must be complicated.’

For a thousand years, he's been working on him.

The devil, who had been closest to him, was a revelation.

Doomgard and Liris, of course, are considered precious wealth, but the record was a little special. 'We've been together for a long time.’

It's not just a matter of time. Rain and Balok met when they were in the most desperate situation.

It was when the rainfall first arrived at Guchon Hell after crossing the Eight Heavenly Hell and Balok lost his previous master and became a waste man.

The fact that we were together in the most difficult times

How can it not be special?

'And that's the same with the publication.’

His abnormal loyalty was not just his personality.

Because it was a rain,

Because we've been through a miserable and desperate time together,

Balok became so loyal to him.

Then Kim Si-hoon appeared. He's more talented, stronger, and loyal than Baloch.

A person who devotes himself.

"You might think you're losing your job.'

He must have suppressed his emotions without showing his personality. "Oh, you stupid muscle pig." The heavy rain lightly clapped Balok's head with his head down.

"Well, just shoot a war with Siva love, a war with love. I'm scared now, too. I'm afraid you two might have a knife fight with me."

"What? I don't use black.

10,000..."

"No, not the sword, but the... Why do you have it, down there..."

The face of the talking rain crumpled violently.

He burst into a roar. "It's so stupid to imagine! No, I'm not talking about the sword, I'm talking about... Damn it! It's getting weird!"

The rain racked its head and twisted its body.

Balok looked up at him with a puzzled look as if he didn't know English.

"Hmm."

The rain coughed and tapped Balock on the shoulder.

"You don't have to stick to protecting me like that."

"But..."

"In the beginning."

The rainfall continued, turning away from the Balock.

"Su-ha is not defending the king," he turned around and looked at Balok.

"The king, he's protecting you."

Balok's eyes opened wide.

Rain smiled and walked away.

'Anyway, do what you can and that's enough.' '...my king.'

Balok murmured lowly, looking at the back of the falling rain.

A heavy silence sank into the hall.

"You're not defending the king...

The king is protecting his master."

Balok brooded on what the rainfall had said.

'But, my king,' sobbed his voice. The crouching prosthetic body trembles.

I chewed on my lips. Blood trickled through the torn lips.

Flop. Balok collapsed on the spot.

"You've protected me so much already.

The helplessness that weighs on the whole body.

My body is burning hot. Balok took something out of his arms.

It was a bag as big as a fist.

...... "

When I opened the bag slightly, I saw a pile of black powder.

Balock closed his eyes slowly. I closed the mouth of the bag and put it back in my arms.