Chapter 222

Episode 222. Apocalypse Festival (10)

“Cheer up!”

“Jim never allowed me to make pig-picking noises.”

puff.

With one gesture from Veled, fifteen Orc warriors melted into a handful of blood.

Where did the joy in the presence more than expected go, and Beled’s expression was dotted with boredom and boredom.

“Bugs. It’s absolutely disgusting to see you measure up and down to try to hold your breath for even a second longer.”

The space around Veled’s head distorted as he sighed lightly.

[Right before the start]

Para-la-la-rak!

Aware of the danger, the cloak wrapped around Veled.

Blood-splattered lightning roared as it confirmed the blast pouring down upon it.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The intricately drawn tattoos, starting from the top of his head and ending on the soles of his feet, shimmered in black light.

Authority: Coward Fire.

Cloaks block sight and explosions block sound.

Amon’s scare fell on top of it.

Fuhuahahahahahaha!

Infernal flames, burning the very essence of existence, clung to Veled’s cloak.

“done!”

“It’s on fire!”

“Warchief!”

Orc warriors watching him cheered.

The spark that can be kindled only when the blood-splattering lightning burns his life as a shaman generously is the scare.

Regardless of the target, a fire that does not go out until the incinerator is black.

It was a rule that was applied to all beings encountered in the dimensional labyrinth.

Since Amon’s authority was also mixed in, there was no need for further explanation.

Of course, you can’t kill the demon king Veled with this flame alone, but it’s a golden opportunity to strike a blow.

“I can even get rid of that Sagar-like cloak!”

“Can’t I get an arm or so?”

However, the hopeful expectations of the Orc warriors and the reality were different.

There was only a handful of annoyance in Belid’s eyes as he nervously threw off his cape.

“To mix the most precious fire with such low-level magic. Amon will sigh from above.”

The cloak, burning with cowardice, drew a circle.

A figure that is the foundation of the magic circle and represents the world.

one.

The flames of Amon, burning irregularly, carved soot into it.

“Look at that green bug. The skills you have built up throughout your life are no better than the miracles that this flame can carve itself.”

The blood-splattering hammer of lightning fell aiming at Belid’s steed before he knew it.

A course horse that resembles its owner and looks up at the hammer with nonchalant eyes.

The green arm of blood-splattering lightning that was certain to strike expanded like a bioweapon.

And at the moment of the blow, dark red rays emanated from the circle drawn by Veled’s cape.

Roaring.

A hammer of lightning that splatters molten blood.

“All I can show you is... ... .”

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

A war cry of bitterness ignited while being hit by soul-melting flames.

Warcry.

The sound waves emanating from the vocal chords of the strongest Orc warrior shook Veled’s senses.

At the same time, Yuri Maximoff appeared from behind Veled.

No matter how hard she tried, her pale skin turned bright red, and dead blood gushed out from the seven holes in her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

The already overworked girl overdid it once again.

[Skill Synthesis]

[Power: Pause + Absolute Zero]

[Absolute Zero – Entropy: Partial implementation of Big Freeze]

Hard.

space-time freezes

Yuri Maximoff’s one-handed move that squeezed through the moment that the blood-splattering lightning burned his life away.

Beled’s face, which temporarily hardened as he stared at Yuri Maximoff, was both annoyed and confused at the same time.

Clink!

However, this too was only a delay that stretched the moment to half a breath.

The best that the two top players in the dimensional labyrinth risked their lives to cooperate against the demon king was to take half of their breath.

‘But that’s enough.’

Yuri Maximov spat out congestion and his eyes lit up.

The blood-splattered lightning raised a new hammer from the ground and roared once more.

“at las.”

Cain, whom Veled had been waiting for, was on the offensive.

The sword that Yuri Maximoff pulled out of Idea drew a bright spiral.

“What is the power of Baal?”

Desire flashes in a corner of Veled’s eyes.

Hoo-wook.

Cain’s pupils were blue as he exhaled.

Agrippa’s Fighting Art Kain Style Transformation Final Ceremony – Future.

Jeong Eui-haeng temporarily interfered with the laws of the world with the keyword transformation.

The keyword of Agrippa’s combat was contemplation.

Wielding a sword, see the future.

The future in 0.1 seconds, the future in 0.5 seconds, the future in 1 second.

just see

How Veled reacts after 0.1 seconds.

How the mana around him moves after 0.5 seconds.

So, one second later, how Veled responded and blocked Cain’s blow.

Cain sees the future and copes with it.

The 63rd Rank Demon King Andras of Destruction shook his head.

“Is it finally?”

Balaam of Fear, the 51st rank demon king, also raised the naturalization located in the pupil.

“Dantalian. I don’t think you’re right.”

But I think it’s honest.

If both are wrong, wouldn’t it be right to stand on one side even if you are honest?

While Balaam burned a sense of justice that had almost faded, there was also a demon king who genuinely agreed with Dantalian.

Zeppard of the 16th Rank Demon Lord Duel.

Jefar laughed with a metal sound that scraped through his eardrums.

“Cluck. I waited too long.”

The 56th Rank Demon Lord Gremory of Truth shook his head.

“I am... ... I want to be on the lookout sorry. I don’t think you’re right.”

“of course. You have always been.”

“... ... .”

“I will continue to do so.”

From Dantalian to Gremory.

A total of five Demon Kings.

either direct or indirect.

The mess that would happen from now on was planned by them.

In the middle of them, the 3rd rank demon king, Vassago of Prophecy, asked.

“You-all... ... Are you confident? Are you sure this is the right choice?”

Dantalian grinned.

“With you, the struggles that would succeed are doomed to failure. I had no choice.”

“I have nothing to say about such a wise choice. by the way. Didn’t you think I would have expected this too?”

“Of course I did.”

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Half of the Pantheon’s structures are blown into powder in an instant.

“You are later than expected.”

“Dantalian.”

A voice filled with anger.

Now, he is the 7th rank demon king, Archduke Barbatos, a green gentleman who is completely dressed as a hunter.

After that, dozens of demon kings followed.

After all, it is a costume that assumes battle.

Barbatos growled like a beast.

“I don’t think you want to avoid a fight.”

Dantalian didn’t answer.

Behind Barbatos, a woman wearing a shining crown smiled seductively.

“Are you scared? If you’re afraid, spit out all the power you’ve embezzled so far and, as an apology, hit your head on the floor. I’ll save your life.”

confrontation before the battle.

Dantalian asked.

“Bassago, how far have you looked?”

“That is a stupid question.”

“Then did you know from the beginning?”

Bassago shrugged his shoulders skillfully.

“Baal?”

“yes.”

“Wouldn’t it be weird not to know?”

“Now what... ... .”

After Barbatos stopped talking, a man appeared.

lazy nobleman.

king of demons.

1st Rank Demon King Baal.

And about 30 demon lords, including Agares, followed behind him.

“So, is everyone finally gathered?”

Dantalian grinned.

The number is slightly more than half of the 72.

It is a story that close to half of them were castrated as demon kings.

No, it’s fortunate that half of it remains.

“It’s been really long.”

Baal.

I knew you would come.

In the first place, his goal was Baal, not Barbatos.

‘There’s no way you can put up with this mess.’

A mess caused by Barbatos and Dantalian.

If it’s Baal’s nature, you can’t resist it without getting caught.

Baal could not win one-on-one.

In the past, Dantalian experienced it with his own body.

However, the story is different if it is a battlefield where dozens of demon kings are entangled in one place.

change of scenery.

Because Dantalian was the demon king who was better than anyone else at seducing and impersonating the opponent.

“Now,”

Dantalian muttered to himself, the sun shattered the batteries in the library in Vassago.

Bassago widened his eyes.

“I haven’t seen this yet.”

The point is that the records of the demon lords have disappeared.

This meant that the records of established hierarchies between them were lost.

‘Gyewi’ is a line of defense and at the same time a shackle that avoided the battle between demon kings until the very end.

[71st Rank Demon King Dantalian]

Dantalian grabbed the augmented reality that floated above his head and tore it off.

Wooddeuk.

[The 01st rank demon king Dantalian of the heavenly side]

[There are two demon kings of the same rank.]