Chapter 122

Chapter 122

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 122: Hunt for the Second Son (3)

[Andromalius of the Ten Corpses]

Danger Level: S+

Size: ?

Discovery Location: Depths of the Gate of Annihilation, ‘The Serpent’s Womb’

Also known as the ‘Tenth Corpse...’

An enemy of humanity, inscrutable, and unkillable, one of the ten calamities known as the ‘Unruly,’ ‘Unkillable.’

“It shall swarm like a swarm of flies.”

『The Decalogue』 10:1 –

One of the ‘Ten Supreme Demons.’

Refers to the ten corpses that became the bodies of the ten demon kings who opened the gate to the demon realm, or the bodies of those demon kings.

Before the regression, Vikir knew about the existence of Ten corpses roughly, but he didn’t know that one of them was Seth.

“I’m glad we met relatively quickly.”

Vikir thought as he stepped back.

If he had let that guy install more of them in Baskerville, more innocent children would have been sacrificed.

It was also clear that someone else had been unjustly accused, just like him before the regression.

Like his past self.

With a calm heart, Vikir watched the enemy in front of him.

Indeed, ‘Tenth Corpse’ Andromalius, after initially appearing like mist behind Seth, began to take on a distinct form.

Red eyes, black flesh, and horns curved like those of a male sheep.

On his severed left arm, a long, large snake wriggled.

This powerful evil spirit that had consumed Seth’s body roared through Seth’s mouth.

“I didn’t expect to show my true form to a human like you.”

“Maybe you should have hidden better.”

Andromalius’s expression, hearing Vikir’s short retort, momentarily froze.

Why wasn’t the human in front of him surprised even after seeing his true form?

Of course, Vikir had no intention of answering Andromalius’s questions.

He only compared the knowledge from before the regression with the information in the present and formulated the best plan to proceed.

“...Those villains who will bring about the age of destruction ten years from now, where were they hiding?”

Surely they couldn’t be this close.

Vikir cut off even the slightest hint of emotion towards Seth.

He was no longer the kind stepbrother from his memories.

Even if he was a demon, he wasn’t a mere monster but a genuine evil, with the bloodline of evil flowing through him.

“Even so, there’s no room for you to wield that sword.”

Vikir remained unshaken.

A steadfast aura enveloped at the end of Beelzebub.

Whoosh!

During the brief time Andromalius descended and changed the structure of Seth’s body, Vikir unleashed more than thirty-six swift strikes. It wasn’t a duel or a match, but a clear path with the intent to kill.

“I want to be acknowledged by Father. I hope he’ll look back and see that I’m here.”

“My brother is truly amazing. I wanted to be like him. I wanted to walk alongside him.”

Whether it was a faint trace of Seth’s subconsciousness or if Andromalius had memorized Seth’s previous words and mimicked them, it couldn’t be known for sure.

But at least when Seth was alive, he had such emotions, and it was clear that Andromalius used these points to gradually erode Seth’s consciousness.

“.......”

This greatly displeased Vikir. While he didn’t have any particular fondness for Seth, he could empathize with certain aspects of his situation.

Crack!

Vikir swatted away the snake and the swarm of flies that were tearing at his chest. Thanks to the protection of the Styx River, he didn’t suffer fatal wounds, but his flesh had been torn in several places.

Andromalius looked at this and sneered. “Well then, shall we continue sucking blood...?”

But that sneer didn’t last long.

Ping.

Was it an illusion? For a moment, his vision went pitch black.

And when he realized that it wasn’t an illusion, his head throbbed.

Stumble.

As he tried to regain his composure, he felt his strength leaving his legs.

“Cough!?”

Andromalius felt a suffocating sensation, not just in his nose and throat but all over his body.

Something seemed to be blocking his blood vessels everywhere, causing a simultaneous occurrence of symptoms such as stroke and other medical conditions.

He probed his own body to see what was happening, and soon, he felt dark clumps clogging his bloodstream.

These clots blocked blood flow throughout his body.

Mana flow was also interrupted when blood couldn’t circulate.

Andromalius lost control of Seth’s body in an instant.

*Gack!? What is this!? What’s happening!?”

Andromalius’s mana turned into something akin to a lost soul, scattering throughout the body.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe as various conditions like stroke hit him all at once.

Andromalius was suffocating, and his vision grew dark.

Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum.

Dead flies fell from the sky.

And there, Vikir stood with an expressionless face, raising his arm.

From the wounds on his forearm, the blood that had flowed earlier turned into tar-like spots on the ground.

Sizzle! Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling...

Vikir’s blood, when it touched the ground, made an unpleasant noise as it began to boil and turn black.

Andromalius stared blankly.

Now he understood why his body had changed so dramatically.

“Y-You... Your blood...!?”

Normally, it was just ordinary blood, but when the owner harbored evil intentions, it became a lethal poison.

A deadly toxin called “Venom” that even the mightiest of demons would falter before.

Madam Eight Legs, known as the Nightmare Of the Mountains, her vengeful spirit’s dreadful poison was now engulfing Andromalius’s entire being!

[Translator – Clara]

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