Chapter 473: Tochka Annihilation Battle (5)

Chapter 473: Tochka Annihilation Battle (5)

"This time, stick your neck out."

The voice echoed in his ears, and Flauros turned to reveal his true colors.

A skeletal leopard's face, a mane of dark flames, and eyes that burned like sulfurous fire.

<'2nd Corpse' Flauros>

Danger Rating : S+

Size: ?

Found in: Serpent's Womb, Deep within the Gate of Destruction

-Also known as 'Second Corpse'.

One of the Ten Plagues, the natural enemy of mankind, incomprehensible and unkillable.

"I will turn the water into blood."

– The Ten Commandments 10:Top –

The Second Corpse Flauros. The Lying Leopard.

A being who held the second highest position among the protagonists who led the Age of Destruction.

The prey that Vikir had set as his ultimate goal for this battle was there.

...Flash!

Eight teeth bit into thin air.

[Huh!?]

Flauros jumped back in horror.

With the Original Uroboros destroyed by Grenouille, he had no weapon to fight against Beelzebub.

Huuug!

Flauros took a deep breath and released a poisonous fog on an enormous scale.

Red death, an ominous mist that turned the water red, spewed out from Flauros's mouth.

However.

[Hack hack-]

The baby Madam that popped out from behind Vikir sucked in all of the red death evil spirit that Flauros spat out with a single inhalation.

[Did you see that damn spider!]

Flauros gritted his teeth and sprayed even more Red Death, but to no avail.

This was because five women appeared on Madam Baby's back.

"Vikir-nim!"

Camus, Aiyen, Dolores, Sinclair, and Kirko. Dolores, the foremost of them all, cast a spell over Vikir.

White holy power erupted, burning away the red death.

The priests of the Faithful launched a massive counterattack.

Madame Baby's descendants also gathered together and began to eat the Red Death.

The Red Death evil spirits that had been rampaging across the battlefield were gradually being consumed by the enemy, the spiders of the Black Mountains, and the priests of Faithful Quovadis.

Without the Original Uroboros, no more Red Deaths were being produced, and the end was slowly coming.

The water mist cleared, revealing Flauros's bewildered form beyond.

Vikir is right behind him.

A chance for a stroke of luck was not to be missed.

...jjeojeog!

The 4th Form, deployed as quickly as possible, sliced deeply into Flauros's chest.

One could see the beating heart peeking through the smoothly cut ribs.

After that, numerous attacks were launched.

Camus' fireballs and giant iron skewers, Aiyen's heavy arrow, Sinclair's golden golem, and Kirko's magic sword, Asmodeus, bombarded Flauros in quick succession.

Starting with the death of Hobbes de Leviathan, who was like a symbol, the display of extreme poisonous dark master rapidly collapsed.

The giant poisonous soldiers begin to lose their minds and go on a rampage, and the minions are rapidly weakening.

Vikir looked down upon the scene and realized that the long war was coming to an end.

[...huhuhu.]

If it weren't for a muffled mockery from the ground.

Where Vikir turned his head was the head of Flauros.

Like Andromalius before him, Flauros was still alive, with only his head remaining.

But Vikir hadn't let his guard down.

"Demons kill."

Always on the edge of action. A hunter always ready.

Flauros spoke in a humorous tone to Vikir, who was immediately raising his killing intent.

[Relax, you can't kill me anyway].

What nonsense. There's no point in playing to the opponent's tongue when the game is already won.

Knowing that one must be careful with demonic tongues, especially Flauros's, Vikir saw no reason to stop his sword.

But. Flauros's words that followed were enough to make even a man with steel veins and a furnace heart stop in his tracks.

[The moment you kill me, the 'Age of Destruction' will arrive.]

Not one of those gathered here truly knew what the Age of Destruction was.

Except for Vikir.

Flauros continued to click his tongue, knowing that only Vikir would be the one to talk.

[Before battle. I twist my lifeline, the cord of my life, long and tight, and tie it to the rings of the Gate of Destruction. If it were to break, the gates would naturally open].

The Demon World. The Oil World. The Gate to Polar Hell.

Vikir remembered well the day it opened.

The coming destruction, the approaching apocalypse, the sum total of all these terrible things, the world of human and demons.

[Do you think you are the only one who laid a trap for the future? In fact, if that's the case, this one is one step above.]

"...."

A cold sweat runs down his face. His hands were trembling, even if only slightly.

Flauros is a demon who specializes in deceiving others with lies. Should he believe anything Flauros says now?

... But what if, just what if, this is not a lie?

What if killing him really does open the Gate of Destruction?

Even at this very moment, as Vikir pondered, Flauros was slowly vaporizing his body.

It seemed like he was planning to turn into the red mist of death itself and run away.

[Didn't I tell you from the beginning that your efforts would be in vain?]

Flauros said with a wide grin.

The smile that was in full bloom was thick with malice that could not be hidden.

Tsutsutsutsuts...

Flauros's body grew paler and paler.

In just a few seconds, he'll be completely gone from this place.

Kill him here and now, or let him escape, that was the question.

At a crossroads where neither option was acceptable.

Sereung-

Vikir drew his sword.

To be deceived or not to be deceived.

Now was the time to make a decision.