Chapter 110

Chapter 110

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[The difference between man and monster (4)].

Belzebuth.

The memory of killing the one who ruled over flies was pitiful and gruesome to the point of brutality.

One of the Guma, an existence among the Nine Demons, brought all kinds of plagues and diseases.

The terror it unleashed on the city of Suwon was enough to bring down a whole city.

People died in agony from the bites of his flies or were infected by monsters.

To confront Belzebuth, it was advantageous to have a select few players who were particularly powerful.

The Mist Flower Party was there.

Though the Twelve Seats were reputed to be the best in each field, they didnt possess extraordinary combat capabilities.

The Twelve Seats were insufficient to face Guma.

So, Im Gaeul ordered the Mist Flower Party, a party that willingly embraced death like moths into a flame, to subdue Belzebuth.

Lee Yoo jung! Initiate the purification.

I know!

The Marronier Knights, the Seoryu Air Force, and other local clans in Suwon City piled up and burned the corpses.

Their role was to kill those who had been transformed into monsters and help the Mist Flower Party defeat Belzebuth.

Well, at least you guys are worthy of the name. I was pretty pissed off that you werent the Twelve, but youre better than I thought.

Belzebuth sat cross-legged on a mountain of corpses.

Her manicured fingers braided her hair into a ponytail, and her eyes, red as flies, stared at the Mist Flower Party.

Shut up, Im in a shitty mood.

Yeah, youre the <Mad Dog>.

Kraaack! These bastards, stay away!

Belzebuth lightly brushed aside the attacks from Jin Parang, who jumped onto the battlefield with blue aura, as he shot up from the ground.

Engulfed by the swarm of flies, Jin Parang lost all the buffs given by Lee Yoo jung and fell under the effects of debuffs.

Parang oppa, stay still there!

And youre the only supporter known as the <Grim Reaper> in the Mist Flower Party?

Hands off.

Belzebuth stepped leisurely down the path made by the flies and approached Lee Yoo jung.

Eunha swung his sword before she could touch Lee Yoo jung.

Youre short-tempered, are you <Berserker>? No, are you <Undead> ?

Even though Belzebuths wrist had been severed, he gazed at her with a composed face.

However, he couldnt remain composed.

Several members of the party had died at her hands before they had even had a chance to fight.

Most notably, Caster Bae Subin who had been with the Mist flower Party since before he joined, had fallen victim to its pranks.

His home base was surrounded by corpses and flies.

She hadnt expected the flies to control the corpses and infect her from behind.

Rither.

For a witch named <Witch of Slaughter>, shes weak, but her mana resistance is considerable. You should be proud of yourself, youre the first person Ive ever seen to survive their attacks.

Shut up, you bastard!

You came quite fast, huh? Did <Grim Reaper> give you some treatment?

Even as she was transforming into a monster, Bae Subin used her magic to keep Belzebuth at bay.

Parts of her body were already changing into the appearance of a fly.

Her transformation into a monster was a foregone conclusion.

Nomore.

Subin called out.

Eunha shifted his gaze from Jin Parang, who was battling Belzebuth like a mad dog on the battlefield, and responded.

Why.

Kill me.

.

Why like this?? You didnt even hear ? Thats unexpected.

Betrayed by the one she trusted and loved, Bae Subin, who endured all kinds of slander and filth, who lived like a slave in the slums.

She called him with tears mixed with blood.

Eunha turned his gaze away from Bae Subin, whose pupils were fading and eyes were turning red.

The silence was not long.

Okay.

Those who could not, or would not, find a reason to live.

He who lived to die, led those who lived to die.

Ill see you in hell.

Thats why he didnt hesitate to kill her.

Please, Yoo jung.

Yes.

He didnt look back.

None of the party members looked back either.

Only Yoo Jung, while cremating Bae Subins body, granted buffs to the party members with tear-mixed voice.

Kahahaha, killing your own comrades without hesitation, youre truly insane. Youre certainly worthy of the name <Berserker>.

But with this behavior, I dont know whos human and whos a monster. Do you think youre human after what you did?

No one answered Belzebuths sneer.

Only one, the one with the sword pointed at her, dismissed the sneer.

Have you said all you need to say before you die?

The more I projected Belzebuth through the Mosquito Fly, the more feverish I became.

Especially when he could sense the flow of air and dodge ranged attacks.

I need a weapon.

Eunha looked around.

The only thing on the roof that could be used as a weapon was an antenna.

He gathered his mana in his hand. He threw the sphere of mana at the ping-pong ball, and the antenna shattered.

Quickly picking up speed, Eunha ran out and caught the antenna as it was falling off the roof.

Human eyes. The sight of human eyes, protruding from the head in a size like a human head, was eerie.

The creature pierced in the abdomen fell to the ground, writhing.

Save meeee

The creature looked at Eunha with trembling eyes.

Then, the trembling of the pupil stopped.

The legs covered in human skin, the human eye, reverted back to the appearance of the Mosquito Fly.

Completely eaten.

He could not finish his demonization. His consciousness had been eaten away, and he had been transformed into a monster.

Thousand Feint

The moment Eunha dashed out and the moment the Mosquito Fly fled were the same.

The creature intended to jump out through the broken window.

Madness

Wraith

He restrained its movement with a thin needle rain created from mana.

In a wavering moment, he activated a spirit belonging to advanced control technology.

The viscous, flowing substance rising beneath his feet touched the Mosquito Fly.

The creature twitched.

In an instant when he was trying to digest the mana stolen from the Wonder Runners, the spirit consumed his internal mana.

Mana Crusher

Thats real.

Eunha furrowed his brows as he looked at the Mosquito Fly falling below the building.

The creature had thrown itself down the window sill in a desperate attempt to survive.

Despite crashing into malfunctioning outdoor units and roof tarps without even properly spreading its wings, it had managed to survive.

It was still struggling for its life.

Swearing under his breath, Eunha stepped onto the windowsill and jumped down. Attaching mana to the wall, he pursued it falling on the path where the pavement had been stripped away.

It was alive.

Sucks, really.

It manipulated the damaged wings to perform low-altitude flight.

Twisting its body vertically, it entered the narrow path, attempting to shake Eunha off.

Seriously annoying.

Flying monsters were a nuisance.

It would have been somewhat manageable if someone provided support. However, dealing with a flying guy who dodged obstacles wasnt an easy task.

Then, at that moment.

Countless voices could be heard from the other side of the building.

Its over there!

Found him!

Shoot the moment it exits the building!

Should I retreat?

Players presence could be felt all around.

Players who had received Minjis report seemed to have arrived to subdue the Mosquito Fly.

Eunha stopped running and hid his body in the alleyway. He observed the players climbing zigzag patterns on the facing wall in the narrow path.

And he panicked.

Why are there so many of them?

How many people came to face a 7th Rank monster?

The number of players was still increasing.

Seeing players from various clans with their respective insignias, Eunha couldnt help but be amazed.

I cant help it, Im going to have to go back.

He was full of heat, but he couldnt let the players arrive.

He refined the mana in his body and extinguished his presence, then slipped out of the alley.

The monster was left to the players, but there was still something he needed to do.

A little while ago, the Mosquito Fly had hunted the Wonder Runners.

Although most of those whose mana had been drained would likely die due to mana overload, there was also the possibility of new Mosquito Flies being born.

They had to be eliminated before any damage occurred.

In the slum, there were several decrepit buildings that looked similar.

However, the building the Mosquito Fly attacked had shattered glass nearby.

Eunha found the building and climbed the stairs.

He didnt sense any presence.

It seemed like a disused building from the beginning.

Traces of people who had been there until a moment ago were found in some rooms, but it seemed they had fled upon hearing of the monsters appearance.

Thus, without encountering anyone, he went up to the floor where the attack had happened.

Are they all dead?

The room was a mess.

Children covered in blood were sprawled on the floor.

Blood on their sneakers still retained moisture, as if it had just been spilled.

About ten children had lost their lives.

He scanned around the door, but there were no signs of anyone entering or leaving the room.

The source of infection was within the children in the room.

Hyung?

A voice tinged with anxiety reached his ears.

Turning toward the direction of the voice, he saw a child with arms spread out, leaning against the wall, looking at him.

One person had survived.

But even the surviving child would die.

He had to die.

Because the childs body was transforming into a monster.

Angel, hyung?

The child asked with effort, emphasizing those two words. As he spoke, blood spilled from his mouth.

Blood tears rolled down the childs cheeks.