Chapter 45:

Chapter 45:

Chapter 45

“Look at these bastards.”

Omar glared and quickened his pace as he saw the group chatting casually in front of them.

As he approached, his forehead melted and sizzled. Strabo roared and charged at him.

Crunch!

Zillera, Kyle, and Igor followed suit, attacking the burly woman with the axe eyes.

“What are you looking at? Pig.”

“Merciful mother-”

Ruon, who had been watching them briefly, moved towards the mansion’s main gate.

“Stop!”

Omar, who had turned into a lion-headed monster, raised his blade-like mane and tried to block Ruon. He was fast, but the vines that covered the mansion’s wall were faster. They whipped and wrapped around his wrist.

“Damn! A druid of all things...”

Bang!

Before he could finish his sentence, Omar was hit by Strabo and flew far away.

“I’m your opponent!”

Strabo shouted in a voice mixed with animal growls and ran towards Omar, who was rolling on the ground.

At that moment, Ruon reached the entrance of the mansion and kicked the door open.

Was he in a hurry?

The holy sword, which emitted a pale light, was shaking more violently than ever. It seemed to be saying this:

You have a different enemy.

That was the real reason why Ruon left the fight outside to his companions. Of course, it was also a decision based on his trust in them.

Using the holy sword as a guide, Ruon ran fast. He was ready to cut down anyone who got in his way, but there was no one to stop him in the spacious mansion.

Soon, he arrived at the end of a narrow corridor and pulled the doorknob without hesitation.

He was greeted by a soft voice.

“Are you here?”

A middle-aged man with gray hair smiled and spoke.

“You’ve come all the way here in less than a day since you arrived in Bern... You really have a reckless personality.”

Ruon didn’t answer, but took out a dagger from his pocket and threw it with full force.

The dagger flew at an incredible speed towards the man’s forehead. But it disappeared in mid-air as if it were a lie.

Ruon, who had superhuman strength, didn’t miss the fact that the dagger didn’t vanish, but corroded at a tremendous speed.

As proof, the dust that was once a dagger was scattered in the air.

It was a creepy sight, but Ruon’s comment was simple.

He was a magician after all.

The man chuckled.

“So you don’t like clichéd dialogues?”

“I don’t think we have much to talk about.”

The man stood up slowly, with a straight back that didn’t suit his age.

He took off his glasses and put them on the table.

“My name is Pashianu Onflik. I’ve been watching your journey from afar. I played a little prank on you before, but I don’t know if you remember.”

He made a popping sound with his mouth.

He would have been safe from a counterattack if he had pushed him that far, but Ruon let go of his hand and quickly backed away.

Clang!

His guess was right. Red lightning bolts struck the spot where he had been standing. Ruon spat out blood-stained saliva on the floor and said.

“It’s impressive that you can cast spells with such a body.”

Pashianu slowly straightened his twisted face and opened his mouth.

“That’s what I wanted to say. I never imagined that you could endure the pain of casting spells right before they hit you. And you’re still holding your shape... You have an extraordinary physique, but it’s terrifying.”

His face was a mess.

One of his eyes had burst, his nose was flattened, and his teeth fell to the floor every time he opened his mouth.

His left arm, which had been swept by his own magic, was charred and barely maintained its shape.

But his spirit was fierce, unlike the dying Mole.

Ruon gripped his holy sword.

He looked fine, but his condition was not good either.

Pashianu’s spells had a curse that clouded his mind, and as before, his head was filled with sentences.

Stab! Cut! Tear! Burn!

That wasn’t all.

His whole body ached from the explosion he had taken head-on, and his left hand, which was covered in blood, was barely able to make a fist.

It had been a long time since this happened.

He had been used to winning fights, but the magician in front of him was a worthy enemy.

A slight difference, a moment of carelessness, could cost him his life. In the tension that sharpened his senses, Ruon curled his lips without knowing it.

His fierce smile was answered by Pashianu’s forehead, which began to melt and sizzle.

At the same time, Ruon smashed the floor and rushed forward.

He closed the distance in an instant, and Pashianu spread his arms and shouted.

“Be baptized!”

He shouted and spread his arms.

Then, a dark red darkness erupted from his body and fell like a huge blanket over Ruon’s head.

Ruon quickly raised his holy power and activated the holy sword’s shield. But the shield, which was shaking nervously in front of the darkness, shattered with a clang.

The darkness engulfed Ruon in an instant.

It forced its way into his eyes, nose, and mouth. As his vision narrowed and his breath was cut off, Ruon moved his body roughly to shake off the darkness.

But the shapeless darkness clung to him more and more, like a lover.

It was not a simple magic that immobilized his body.

As the darkness pushed into his body, Ruon felt an unknown, immense power shaking his innermost being.

Pashianu, who had the symbol of Belthuzias on his forehead, spoke in a creepy voice, as if he was scraping metal.

“This is a baptism. It is a glorious process that strips away the weak shell of a mortal and fills it with the king’s power. Do not be afraid.”

Ruon heard his words clearly, even in his fading consciousness.

This bastard?

He realized that he was trying to make him a servant of Belthuzias by force. He gathered all his strength and focused.

His sharp senses and innate holy power mixed and surged explosively in his body.

And then.

He felt it.

The epithet [Demon Adversary] engraved deep within him transformed into [Demon Judge].Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com