Chapter 350: Outside the Tower (2)

Chapter 350: Outside the Tower (2)

[This is impossible...]

Amdusias stares up into the air in disbelief.

Size in the mental world is the size of a thoughts. It's how much weight you carry on your shoulders.

However, the size of Vikir's ego that was visible before his eyes was truly enormous.

Something that could not be explained unless one had experienced the full weight of karma, infinite doom, and the destruction of an entire world.

How could a single human being carry such a large and heavy burden?

How can such a being be here!

[What in the world are you, who are you, where did you come from, where did you grow up, to have such visions in your mind...]

Amdusias asked in a trembling voice.

But Vikir didn't answer.

He only repeated a single word to himself, like a mantra.

"Demons kill."

A hound from the Age of Destruction, a world where everything burned and rotted.

Carrying the grudges, the anger, and the mission of the entire world, Vikir's mind is so deep, so vast, so dark that even Amdusias cannot fathom it.

ku-gugugugugu!

Vikir raised his fist, each finger like a giant mountain range.

He slammed it down on Amdusias.

Quack!

The entire mental world shook.

An impact that could easily bring about the destruction of a world.

[Kuhugh!?]

Amdusias was slammed down by the giant fist.

At the same time.

...wajangchang!

The mental world maintained by Amdusias' mental power began to shatter.

Cracks rippled through the air. Amdusias's magic field was fluctuating uneasily.

[Oh, no! Hell...!]

But Amdusias hadn't even finished his sentence.

The owner of this mental world is Vikir, and you cannot leave until the owner lets you go.

kwakwang! kwang! kwakwakwakwang!

The Age of Destruction is shattered by one punch after another.

...jjeojeojeog!

Amdusias' magic field is completely shattered.

ttudug! ujijijijijig!

The entire Hell Tree began to shake.

* * *

"...?"

It was a small start.

A man who had pitched a tent in front of the Hell Tree, thinking of his children who had entered the Hell Tree, raised his head.

The Hell Tree, which hadn't budged no matter what the heroes had done to it, had just tilted slightly to the side.

'Did I see it wrong?'

The man scratched his head.

But he wasn't mistaken.

kugugugugu...

Hell Tree was definitely leaning to the side.

Slowly, faintly, enough that most of the people gathered didn't even notice.

"Huh!?"

His eyes, which had been unraveling from sleepiness, snapped open.

He hurriedly opened his mouth, waking his wife who was sleeping next to him.

"Honey, wake up, I think it just moved..."

But he didn't finish his sentence.

peoeoeoeong! kwakwang! ujijijijig!

This is because the Hell Tree suddenly caused a loud explosion and twisted.

"...huh!?"

Tudor and Bianca, who had fallen into an awkward silence.

"Son!"

"Daughter!"

Cervantes and Roderick came over and pulled them apart.

Sancho and Piggy also burst into tears in the arms of their families.

"Phew."

Outside, Dolores is also breaking out in a cold sweat.

She could see Mozgus running in the distance, tears streaming down his face, and the face of Pope Nabokov I behind him, but her gaze went elsewhere first.

"...Are you successful?"

Dolores muttered in a small voice, looking down into the abyss below the sinking pit.

Then.

Triplets fell from the side, Highbro, Midbro, and Lowbro.

"Huh! What is it? Did we come out?"

"Did we come out?"

"Is it?"

They quickly realized what was going on.

Someone had cleared the tower, and they seemed to know who it was.

Then.

A grim-faced young man stepped in front of the Baskerville triplets.

Osiris Le Baskerville.

After staying here for quite some time, he asked the half-brothers in front of him.

"I'm glad to see you seem unharmed."

"Thank you."

Highbro bows his head in representation.

Osiris nodded, then looked around and asked.

"...Where is he?"

He refers to Vikir.

And there were more than one person looking for Vikir.

Dolores, Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, Bianca, Highbro, Midbro, Lowbro, and countless others whose lives had been saved by Vikir all looked up.

"And what about him?"

"Vikir! He's the reason we're alive!"

"Yes. He was a true hero."

"I said I would definitely show my gratitude if I could get out of the tower..."

"Uh, there is no way, except for him!"

"Are you sure he didn't get out?"

All the students had managed to escape, only Vikir was not there.

"...."

That was when Professor Morg Banshee, who came running in a huff after hearing the news that all the students had safely returned, had his expression darken.

...kwakwang!

A pillar of light of enormous size rose up from the very center of the Abyss where the Hell Tree sank..

It was thick and long, like an ascending dragon, and radiated tremendous power.

An aura. A pillar of aura.

It was a divine status that could not even be imitated by anyone other than a being in the Supreme Realm.

"What, what is that?"

"Master, it's the aura of the master!"

Even The Spear King Don Quixote's Cervantes and The Archon Usher's Roderick were so shocked that their eyes popped out.

Swordmaster. A solid aura that could only be manifested by a supreme being.

All eyes were focused on this absolute and bizarre phenomenon that had suddenly appeared.

And.

Someone tore the curtain of the abyss and soared above it.

A being whose sword radiates the Sword Master's aura like a black sun.

Vikir was there.