Chapter 309

Chapter 309

The demon sliced through its convex belly. A head popped out from between the halves of its belly, like ripe flesh popping open. It looked exactly like the demon, except it was covered in an unidentifiable fluid. The creature that had emerged from its belly looked more like a clone of the demon than its offspring.

Perhaps that description was correct. As the newborn straightened its bent limbs, it quickly transformed into the exact same shape as the demon, even down to its bulging belly.

Not breeding, but cloning. The new creatures convex belly split open, repeating the same process as before. Split, born, split, born, born.

By the fourth iteration of the maddening scene, Van realized why the mysterious demon was roaring so confidently.

When the hell did this happen.

When the demons began to clone, the exact time was unknown. But they had stealthily and swiftly increased their numbers while Yeohwan and himself waited for morning. The evidence was everywhere.

Van abandoned his bag, scooped Cadel into his arms, and began to flee without hesitation, following the path hed mapped out last night.

Theres no time to fight.

They needed to get to the village. If they didnt defeat them here, the demons would follow them to the next village, but it didnt matter. As long as he could heal Cadel, no, Yeohwan. He didnt care if a few villages were wiped out. Yeohwan would freak out if he heard, but this was the kind of guy Van was. This was the kind of person who would repeat his foolish acts of devotion over and over again.

Hyaaat!

The demons were not about to let Van and Cadel escape. Sufficiently outnumbered, they charged, confident of victory, as if knowing they were wounded.

One sent another flying, and the two in front of them hurled their flying companions forward once more. Fired with such speed, the demons clung to Vans fleeing back, calves, and thighs.

Damn it!

A searing pain shot through him, accompanied by a scream. He didnt have to look to know what they were doing. Van kicked the ground with force, using the recoil to shake off the demons. But it didnt matter, the demons behind him didnt stop replicating as he ran.

It was only when his legs were reduced to rags that he decided that the only way to reach the village safely was to exterminate the abominations.

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He laid Cadel on the ground at the top of the hill, then stood with his back to him. Blood soaked his pants from the bitten leg. The feel of the cloth clinging to the gaping wound was bitter.

His sweat-streaked face glared murderously at the demons gathered at the bottom of the hill. They were already reveling in the fact that theyd cornered Van and Cadel.

A cacophony of curses rose from his mouth. The demons self-satisfaction made him feel like he was about to collapse in a heap of blood. Van couldnt even handle one of them properly, leaving Yeohwan on the ground. Did this make sense?

I shouldnt have been here.

Garuel should have been there, he could have healed Cadels wounds in no time. No, it should have been Lydon. He could have traveled to his comrades in a traveling magic circle, or flown through the skies to dispel the demons. It should have been Lumen. He could travel to the village so fast they couldnt keep up. What about Yozen? He could have slaughtered them all without a second thought. He would have killed every last one of them, and then carried Cadel at his leisure.

Yeah. That was why he shouldnt have been confident here. He was f*cking weak. He was useless. Even as everyone else grew stronger, he felt like he was always one step behind. He wasnt enough. He did one stupid thing after another that got eaten up by his own power. Even now, in the end, because of that stupid rampage. He had hurt Yeohwan, and Yeohwan had needlessly drained his strength to protect him. Checkk new novel chapters at novelbin(.)com

Pathetic *sshole.

In a fit of self-imposed rage, Van raised his greatsword to the sky. In an instant, his eyes reddened, and an expansive aura gathered around the hilt.

In a fit of self-imposed rage, Van raised his greatsword to the sky. In an instant, his eyes reddened, and an expansive aura gathered around the hilt.

If there was a silver lining, it was that he had collected no shortage of blood in Yeohwans absence. There was enough blood for his new greatsword.

[Blood Flow Sword the 2nd form River of the Dead]

He hadnt gotten to the top of the hill for nothing. Van was going to wipe out the demons gathered below. He would strike again and again, until there were none left to replicate. His eyes flashed ferociously with rage.

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Should he try to wound himself again? Or should he take Yeohwan and find a place with more monsters? The options were narrow and shallow.

Wake up. Youre the only one who can save him here and now.

He despaired that it was he and no one else who should be here, but no amount of despair could change the reality.

Even if he was weaker than the rest of the Knight Order, even if he was worthless, even if all he had was a miserably blind love. If he wanted to save his commander, he must fight for that love.

I said Id be your knight. I want to protect you.

His new relationship with Yeohwan was to begin like this.

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The demons name was Gelika. His real name in the Demon Realm was Gelika the Infinite. He lacked the strength and intellect of other Higher Demons, and was far less intelligent. Yet he was able to wear his dark red wings with pride. It was because of his proliferative power and appetite.

Gelika devastated any land he touched. A single one could spawn hundreds, even thousands, of clones, devouring all life around it. Some of the demons of the Demon Realm claimed that such Gelika was the core power of the Demon Realm.

Gelica was the same way. He was short-thinking and ignorant, but he knew his strength. He trusted his clones, and he was confident of victory. Until a few moments ago, when he had withstood wave after wave of blood.

Hyaash!

To the tiny Gelika, it was like a typhoon: a gale of winds from a wide-spreading aura that shot up into the sky at once. In the red whirlwind that swept all around them, the Gelikas held onto each other to steady their flailing bodies.

As one gust passed, one of the barely centered Gelikas let out a startled cry. He pointed to the sky.

The once-blue sky had turned blood-red. As if a thin membrane had been drawn over the sky, an aura surged upward, engulfing even the clouds. The Gelikas movements became tumultuous as the ominous scene hinted at a great catastrophe.

Haast!

Hayaa!

Hundreds of thoughts jostled in their tiny brains. They should bite the auras owner right away, run away from the bad aura, or rush to multiply for defense since only one of them needed to survive.

After some deliberation, Gelika decided to cut them open.

More, more, more. Once they started, there was no end to their proliferation. Unless every last one of them was killed, they would never die.

The crimson pupils focused on the growing mass of Gelika, which grew by the second. Watching their every move, Van slowly let go of his emotions. He let go of the killing intent, the bloodlust, the anger, the impulse to tear them apart right now.

Emptied of everything, the only thing left in his heart was Yeohwans presence. The tough innocence that remained even when he emptied himself of everything.

Emotion was all he had left, and Van raised his sword, clinging to the one emotion that would never dry up in his long wanderings.

And then the aura that had been so still and silent across the sky began to move, condensed energy gathering at the tip of his sword, and the hilt glowed red.

The mass of aura coalesced. The coalescing red energy soon cast an enormous shadow over the ground where he and the Gelikas stood.

It was like a full moon in broad daylight. It was an ugly mass of instinct, spat out by an energy that greedily ate away at its masters sanity. The great red moon echoed with a low resonance.

Hot, eager eyes gazed at the moon in the sky. The foul aura, searing and blazing as if dipped in infernal fire, was unmistakably his.

Its very beautiful.

He muttered incoherently, and with a short exhale, brought his greatsword down.

[Crimson Moon Banquet Crimson Zone]