512 Forward, Forward (3)

"...oh?"

Something's broken.

I could hear the sound of breaking. Clear.

It's creepy.

Terribly. "Bal, rock?"

They called him with a broken body and a collapsing body.

At the same time,

Gosh, geez!

White steam flowed out of the black armor with blood pouring from the heart.

"Rolling."

A ferocious cry came from the mouth of Balok, whose heart burst.

a black pack of blood pouring continuously

The stock has sucked in.

'This is...'

He's the only one who can deal with a deformed being.

Way

"Laugh! That's great!"

Balok laughed loudly, raising his mouth wide open.

I can feel a huge amount of power coming in through the blood-stained king-kap. How dare you compare yourself to a deity, or maybe even more.

The fire that caused the fire... the eyes...

It was so bright that it was not good enough.

Yikes! Yikes!

The white steam from the Gapju gradually turned black. "Hee, what is it?"

Baal looked at Barak with his eyes shining as if he was interested.

The way he grabbed and burst his heart, a smile came out of him.

"You think that's gonna change anything?"

He shook his head in a grotesque way.

"It would be the same for a few small lives."

Hehehehehe.

Baal shook his shoulders and laughed. He licked his lips with his tongue out, and walked slowly.

"Stay away."

ordered with a deranged look

"Khhhhhhhh."

Balok stood in front of Baal with a low smile.

Baal's face twisted violently.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

The main character on this stage is not such a trifling presence.

Only the special beings who were chosen by the Mausoleum, qualified to reach the power of the placenta, were eligible for this position.

"No, you won't win."

Balok replied with a grin.

Even if we eat the horn powder of Bechimos, and explode our hearts and burn our lives,

He himself could never reach that devil.

"But."

Stretch. Roughly clench your fist. A little bit is fine."If you can be the king's shield, if you can be the king's armor,

On his behalf,

If I could die. "I'll stand here as long as you like."

with Baal in front of him

He stood his feet firmly and straightened his back.

His big body in black armor gave him the illusion of a huge wall blocking it.

"...is annoying."

Baal looked at the posting, and his eyes glistened coldly.

"It's annoying, it's annoying, it's annoying!"

I gritted my teeth and stretched out my arms.

The black mucus was shot for Balock.

"Whoow."

Balok took a deep breath.

He lowered his posture, curled up.

Coo-oong!

Roughly kicking, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" a petty devil who doesn't even have the dignity.

go

He ran toward the devil with the Mausoleum.

Gosh, geez!

The steam from among the armor-bearers pushed the black mucus

He crossed his arms and pierced the black mucus, and reached the front of Baal in no time.

Coo-oong!

I put my whole body weight on my shoulder and hit Baal's head.

Puck. Baal's head popped. The black mucus was boiling and the head was regenerated in an instantaneously.

"This little thing..."

Puck!

Twist your body, make a fist.

Baal's head was once again smashed by a huge fist.

Whack, whack.

"Crazy."

Balok's expression was distorted.

He lowered his head and looked down at his fist, which struck Baal on the head.

The black mucus on my fist sprang up sharp teeth.

He eats the king's armor.

In a blink of an eye, Balok looked at the head of Baal, who was regenerated, and shut his mouth shut up.

It was an irrational fight.

No matter how many attacks you make, it will play back in no time. No, it's not just playing it.

The more you attack, the bigger the wound on the side of the attack.

"Kkhhhhhhhhhh."

A low smile flowed from the lips of the bellock.

"That's great!"

He smiled brightly as the black armor was gnawed away, and the flesh inside was torn off.

"It's a strong training device that doesn't break!"

Balock shook his fist roughly with a loud laugh.

There is no exquisite technique, no fakes to deceive the enemy's eyes.

sheer strength

rain down an ignorant stream of violence

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

It's broken. It's broken. It's played.

Baal's body was crushed to pieces. Play it again in a flash. "Hey, baby, just enough..."

Puck!

He smashed back the head of the Baal that had been regenerated.

"Huh!"

He reaches out and grabs Baal's leg. "Oh, my God!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He hits Baal's body one after another on the floor.

Of course, there was no way the body, protected by physical protection, would have been hurt by the crash.

Come on!

He let go of Baal's body and kicked him roughly.

Baal's body, which bounced like a ball, rolls the floor.

All of a sudden.

The body of Baal, which had been crushed, instantly regenerates.

"Ee."

Baal shouted in a nervous voice.

"How dare you be nothing!"

Growl!

The Baal shook his hand roughly.

Along the path he waved, a wave of black mucus washed in.

"Oh, my God!

Balock stamped his foot and dodged to the side by side.

but

Whoo! Whoo!

One arm was swallowed by the black mucus.

The left arm was torn from the shoulder.

The blood-stained Paewangapdo was nothing but scrap metal in front of Baal's teeth.

Hoodlum!

Blood spilled from the torn left arm.

"Kkhhhhhhhhhh."

Balok smiled low.

"Yes, the more blood you shed, the better."

Blood from the left arm was absorbed into the black armor.

Gosh, geez!

The black steam is blowing off like an explosion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Balock stamped his foot roughly. The black steam from the king's armor clumped together.

Balok stretched out his right arm and took it to the place where the steam had gathered.

Kugugugugugugung!!

Black vapor swirled into his hands.

Balok, with a steam storm on his right arm, grinned.

"Well, let's finish what we can do when we have our arms left."

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

The earth shook whenever Balok took a step.

His body, which drew more than the limit, rushed toward Baal. "Sky."

twist one's back

Lower your body, bend your right arm to the limit.

Coo-oong!

The ground that has advanced is falling apartments collapses.

To the best of one's ability, he punches at the distant sea.

"Break! "Break!

Whoo! Whoo- Whoo-hoo!

Baal urgently reached out to protect his body with black mucus.

However, Balock's fist, which had a storm of black steam, smashed the black mucus into the body of Baal.

Poof!

Baal's limbs splattered and bounced hundreds of meters out.

And

Ooddeuk. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The black mucus and the remaining right arm of Balock chewed and swallowed away. "Khhhhhhhh."

Balok smiled with a shrug of his shoulders.

a wobbly twist

He moves as if he is about to collapse.

Towards the place where Baal bounced off.

"Oh, uh."

All of a sudden.

Baal's body, which had been shattered, was regenerated again.

But it didn't play as perfectly as it did before.

The position of the limbs slightly twisted, as if they were forced to match the wrong pieces.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

Shout in a nervous voice.

"You, what?"

Staring at Valk, who was walking this way with his arms missing,

All

"What are you, you punk!"

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.

He was completely ruining his time with the devil he had longed for.

"Kkhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Balok smiled leisurely even though he had lost both arms.

Baal's expression twisted violently.

Coo-oong!

Narrowing the distance of hundreds of meters in an instant, Baal rushed in.

He shook his fist roughly at the ball.

Poof!

Balok raised his right foot to block Baal's fist.

Cheers!

The steam from his back floated his body up.

Spinning in the air, he kicked Baal on the head.

"Laugh!"

Baal, who was hit on the head, rolled around the floor in an ugly way.

"You punk!"

Baal roars violently and stretches his arms.

It was.

A huge mouth appeared that would be left to chew and swallow Balok's entire body.

The sharp teeth are the sides of the pawluck.

Bite it.

Wham!

"Gasp!"

The armor was smashed, and organs poured out with blood.

About a third of the upper body was torn off.

Balock's body fell to the floor.

"Whoa, it's nothing. It's a distraction.

There is."

Baal clicked his tongue with a distorted look.

Passed the Fallen Barlock, to the Rain.

He moved on. "Uh, Dill, are you going?" he said, pouring out black blood, and Balok, whose organs were flowing out, rose up.

He looked at Baal with a fierce, fiery look.

"Not yet, I am."

Here, stand. "...ha."

A smirk came out of Baal's mouth.

Lost both arms, close to half the body.

Even when it's ripped off.

Even with the body bleeding from the heart.

He was in his way.

"...yes, if you want to die that far."

He turned his steps toward the rain.

He opened his eyes furiously and glared at Balock.

"I'll kill you."

Baal gritted his teeth and rushed toward Balock.

He was injured to the point where it was strange that he would not die anyway.

It was nothing to trample down the remaining spark of life.

"Hah, hahaha."

Balok grinned.

He curled himself up and poured all his magpies into the blood-bearing armor.

"Come."

Open your eyes straight and stare at death running toward you.

And

Gosh, geez!

black steam spewing out like an explosion.

All

Clack, clack, clack.

The cogwheels sound like they are engaged in a joint of Gapju.

The king's armor, which accepts power beyond its limits, swells up like a balloon.

Soon after,

Kwachwa Overflowing!!

A huge explosion swept the ground.

The black armor was shattered and bounced in all directions.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Baal's body, swept back by the explosion.

The entire upper body was distorted as if it had been burned.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Baal shivered as he hugged his body.

Any wound should be regenerated in the blink of an eye,

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

The wound did not regenerate.

Baal shrieked and twisted.

The hideously contorted wound brought out a genuine article.

All of a sudden.

Although the wound is being regenerated little by little, it was an absurdly slow pace compared to before.

"Khhhhhhhh. Yeah, doh."

Looking down at Baal, who screamed and twisted, Balock sat down.

"Han, Bang... Feeding, giving."

Laughing, he lay on the floor with a big face.

Unlike hell, I could see the sky shining in vivid blue.

Lying on the floor, he turned his head.

"My lord..."

I saw a rainfall crawling towards this side. The visibility of the promoter was shaken. He closed his eyes slowly. "Balock, you bastard, you..."

The rainfall crawled on the floor to the point where Balock fell.

Even now, maggies from the Maha were jumping and collapsing,

Still, Baal and Balok calmed their magi to some extent during the fight, preventing their reason from completely disappearing.

"Sigh, ha. Hey, poppy."

Breathing hard, the rainfall touched the body of the fallen Balock.

"Reply."

He shook the body of Balock.

"Answer me, damn it!"

"Khhhhhhh. Well, not yet, not dead, ma'am."

Slowly opening his closed eyes, Balok smiled and looked up at his king.

The expression of the rain gave a relief.

"Sigh, ha. You, wait, stay. Damn it, you're really going to kill me when you're over."

He cursed harshly and chewed his fingers.

Black blood flowed from the crushed finger.

"...."

Balok looked at Kang Woo with sad eyes.

"The Devil."

'I'm not late.' '...I'm late.' 'I'm not late!'"

Coo-oong!

He gave a rough punch.

Balok smiled faintly at the rainfall.

"What, you're splitting it, you're doing it."

The shoulder of the rain shivered.

"Bad... it's not too late."

Transparent tears flow through the cheeks.

"It's still... it's possible. Go."

Tears well up in my chin from my cheeks.

"Hey, you've done this before, haven't you? Huh? This happened when you fought with Lucifer before. Don't you remember I saved your life?

"......" "You can save it. I can save him. I mean..."

The rain moved its trembling hands and spilled blood into Balock's mouth.

He used the power of regeneration by suppressing wild magi.

But. "My, my king..." "Why, why not?" What, why isn't the wound healing? Wait a minute. Again..."

I bit my finger again. No, I just chewed my whole hand.

Black blood is pouring out. "Drink."

"Hurry, drink."

"... my lord."

"Please, shut your mouth and drink, you little bastard!!!"

Shout, howl, pleading.

"Sigh, ha."

I want to catch my breath.

He talks with his head down, his voice breaking.

"Don't die."

please

"Don't die, you punk..."

Balok shut his mouth tightly.

Light was gradually fading from his eyes.

"...I don't know, I don't know."

The rain sobbed as it looked at the eyes of Balok, whose light was fading away. "Baddy, I don't know what to do..."

Even at this moment, the overflowing magma of Mahae was breaking down his body.

The mere use of the power of regeneration pushed me into a rage as if my whole body was about to explode.

He couldn't handle the mahae.

He was terribly weak.

"Kkhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but after a thousand years together. The king's son, the day, it comes."

Balok gave a low laugh.

"Same, do it, do it."

"...what?"

"The first time we met, you didn't tell us."

With a grin.

"Devil of the Old Hell, Grand Duke... It doesn't matter, it's sour."

There's only one thing you have to do anyway.

"In the future..."

Forward

Balok's head fell sideways.

...huh?"

The heavy rain opened its eyes. 'Hey, hey, hey.' Shake his body. There was no answer. 'Hey, answer me,' he forces his head back. "Answer, do it, go."

In his half-open eyes,

"Please... please, answer me, give me."

There were no more outbreaks left. "Ah."

Shaking.

The rain shook.

Turn your head slowly.

"Oh, shit, it's finally playing."

I could see Baal raising his body with a frown.

"Huh? Is he finally dead?"

The heavy rain lifted itself up with faltering legs.

"Purple,"

He looked down at Balock's body with deep sunken eyes.

I remembered his dying words.

"...yes."

Now, I could see what I had to do.

'In the future...'

To a higher place.

To a more distant place,

To a place that is no longer accessible.

"Sigh."

exhale a deep breath

Raise your trembling hands and place them on your heart.