Chapter 972 – Breakup

Before Dre acted, the disgrace in the inner world had said:
“Maybe-. Are you willing to endure physical pain that exceeds all the pain you’ve ever experienced?”
“…”

Dre was dazed, then jumped to his feet.

“Is there any way?!”

Disgrace is woo woo woo. He blew smoke and didn’t answer.

“Sir! Son of a bitch! Is there a way?!”
“I don’t know if it will work or not, and if I can’t break the barrier, there’s a method that might end up like a dog’s death.”

Dre clenched his fists as he asked what that was.
And the disgrace raised only smoke without a word.

“Damn!”

Dre lost his temper at the constant babbling of the disgrace, and the disgrace raised two fingers.

“There are two ways. One is to leave everything to me.”
“No.”

What if it was original? Shiki said he would do the work for me and I should have left it right away, but now I can’t.

I don’t know exactly the principle of the power of disgrace, but it makes the opponent forget anything.
Perhaps the disgrace forced the ghosts to forget their grudges, broke through the barriers, and even took away Malacia’s memories.

I don’t know if that’s really possible, but even if it could, it wouldn’t work.

I don’t want to make a choice that insults and deceives him.
You must pay for the sins, atonement, and dreams that Malachia wants.

“Then the only way left is the second one. Little boy. You yourself solve the resentment of the people of the Magical Kingdom.”
“How?”
“The vengeful spirits dwelling in Eltman’s scythe are currently with Judgment.”

Referee.
Disgrace did not call God a certain god, but only that word.

Nana’s light.
Ornest is equal.

In other words, Judgment means the god of Judgment.

“As the name implies, the referee likes refereeing. If the kid says you volunteer to be judged, he’ll accept it out of interest.”

In God’s space, he will prepare a special space where time and space are distorted, and in it, he will be tortured until the ghosts of the people of the Magical Kingdom are released.

It was crazy
Dre was a crazy bastard.
Dre immediately nodded her head.

“Okay. Then how do I contact the god of the Judgment Church?”
“I can open the way to connect with him.”

Shame again let out a long puff of cigarette smoke.

“The problem is then.”
“What is it? What can I do?”
“Forgive Nanar.”

There was silence for a moment.
He was hardened like a stone, unconcerned by countless crazy calls to be tortured.

“…Are you actually in a relationship with Nanar or something like that?”

The Disgrace didn’t respond, and Dre yelled at the Disgrace for not responding to the prank, that is, for taking it seriously.

“Who caused this, forgive him?!?!”
“Little boy. You cannot solve the ghost by yourself.”
“Why?!”
“You are precious to Malacia, but you are not the one who caused the destruction in the end.”

In order to relieve the grudge of the ghosts of Matan, it is the source that eventually destroyed them. You will have to call the party.
That’s why I had to forgive and negotiate with him.

“Isn’t there a way to call him just in time?”
“…”

Dre didn’t answer and grabbed her throbbing head.

The devil’s words were right.
If you have to harass the person concerned, will it be clear that you are only harassing those related to him?
Also. There is also a way to call Nanar.
But.
I don’t like it.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t forgive me. I respect that idea too.”
“…”

Dre used to satisfy his vengeance even at the expense of others.
And now he…

“Okay.”

A little bit different.

If he had forgiven Nar and things turned out in his favor, he would never have forgiven him. That’s not the case.

Also, if he continues to talk bullshit without reflecting at all, in that case, he will use all means to take me away by force, not by negotiation.

Dre lifted the ‘block’, holding his throbbing head.

Belt ring.

[Dre eh eh eh eh eh eh eeeee eeeee eeeee!!!]

A sound that sounds like your eardrums will rip.
After a while, Dre came out of the inner world and said.

“Nanar.”
[Okay! Can you tell me anything!! But why did you break the lightsaber and not contact me!! If I signed a contract again, I would have given you any number of lightsabers.]

The whimpering sound that doesn’t suit Ju-sin is loud.
Dre said, ignoring him.

“I’m quitting the sword of madness.”
[No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!]
“I will become an enemy of you and destroy everything about you so that I will never have a relationship with you again.”
[No!!!! No!! I’m looking forward to the enemy declaration, but I hate that Dre really hates me!!!!!]

Crying Nanar.
Dre hesitated before speaking.

“But. If you listen to my proposal…”

Dre took a deep breath for a long time, then finally gave out a voice.

“I forgive Malachia’s work, and there will be no staking over it in the future.”
[What should I do?!?!]

Nanar didn’t hesitate. Dre made a suggestion.

What is that proposal?

“With me, the people of the Magic Kingdom are tortured until they are freed.”
[…Now what?]

Nanar hesitated.
It was worth it.
He is the giver
Even if it rots, it is an existence that is said to be the strongest of prudence.
In fact, there are few gods stronger than that, at least to humans, it is a being recognized as the highest god.

Such a person is constantly tortured by humans, countless evil spirits and the like?

This is an act of lowering his deity.
If he does as Dre says, he will probably drop out of his position as chieftain.
Strength will be greatly diminished.

It didn’t matter if Nanar refused.
Dre would do it alone.

And Nanar… Trembled at Dre’s words.

[Now, to me… To this god and fanatic Nanar. Take the grudge of the losers. Is this the sound?]
“Quit.”
[I love it sooooo-!!!]

Nanar went berserk.

[Yea. Good good. If that makes you feel better, I’ll do it for you. The truth is. I’ve been up in the best position, but I’ve been feeling empty lately? Very good. If you move, I will follow. Dre.]

Nanar smiled, saying that she wanted to breathe the miserable air below to motivate her.
Okay.

The root of Nanar is light.
It’s madness again.

A madman who wants to shine more than anyone else will do anything to shine the most.

Dre snorted, and almost immediately a gate appeared in front of him.
It was a gate made by disgrace.

“You. Aren’t you using too much energy? Then you’re sick again, aren’t you?”

Even now, it is a judgment that the body will collapse someday.
[Don’t worry about that. Rather, worry about how to break the barrier that Malachia created.]

To Dre’s concern, the embarrassing reply was nonchalant.

“…Barrier. Problem. How should I do that…?”[Use the perks.]

Dre replied silently.
“You know I can’t write, right?”
[You can borrow it by negotiating directly and receiving the authority. No matter which of the four guys you receive the perk from, if you can activate it, you can even break that barrier and the oath to maintain it.]

Dre stuck out her tongue at the embarrassing remark that she didn’t know the exact name, but knew she had that much power.

[I should get judged before that.]
“That’s chewing gum.”

Dre paused as he tried to enter the gate.

“But why are you so aggressive?”

Dre knew the basics of disgrace.
At least, he wasn’t the one who would move on to Malachia’s business.
Mangsin sneered and replied.

[I have to fix the sky that I ruined on the way out.]
“Ah.”

The sky fell as we flew.
Dre agreed and laughed at it.

The disgrace grumbled. Dre passed the gate.

Whoops.

Dre was placed before the god of judgment.
As expected of disgrace, the people of the Kingdom of Magic gathered under the evil god of judgment.

“Ahaha. They’re worms~”

Soon Nanar appeared.
The demons naturally shrank in front of the fanaticism that emitted bright light.
Even though Nanar consciously turned off the light, the people of the kingdom felt the danger of disappearing with just his presence.

Dre touched Nanar’s body and made him as ‘normal’ as possible.
And he said, ignoring the astonished Nanar, asking if such a thing was possible.

“I am a friend of Malachia, and this man is the one responsible for your death.”

Dre told us to torture us until we were free.
Even though they were residents of Matan without reason, they recognized the object of their grudge very well.

It was a very brief moment to notice.
Seeing the two standing silently, hatred and desire boil over.

The evil god of the Judgment Church in the shape of a huge silver sword, who remained silent despite the two intruding, raised his power and lined up the spirits.

And, he demanded that each and every citizen of the kingdom be judged.
As Mangsin said, he was watching this situation with very interesting eyes.

The people of the kingdom approached even though they were talking about long distances.
Dre and Nanar stood still.

Soon. A bloody storm raged.

“Quaaaaa!!”
“Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!!”

Suffering countless pains, Nanar and Dre screamed unsightly.
Dre recalled the disgraceful advice.

[First of all, you need to resolve your grudge enough to have a conversation.]

Beat until the texture is released.
Most of the inhabitants regained their sanity after several hundred years.

And, the residents who regained their sanity were greatly delighted with the fact that they were violating the main god and the precious things of the disgusting Plague Dragon.

“Wahhahaha! Does it hurt?! It hurts?!”
“Quaaaaagh!”

Dre struggled as his stick pricked his eye.
He was weeping miserably.

Matan residents shouted as they trampled on him.

“I’m not satisfied with you!! With the Plague Dragon! You!! Bring everything around you! Otherwise, there will be no forgiveness!! Mash and swallow everything…”

Goof!!

“Evil!!”

Vengeful Spirit, who had been slapped on the cheek and was round, blankly looked up at Dre.

He screamed unsightly and looked down at the villagers coldly as if he had never done that.

“It’s not like that.”
“…”
“Touching someone who has nothing to do with resentment is not revenge, it’s a crime. It’s a far more heinous and inferior act than the manipulated Malakia you hate. Did you know?”
“…”

Just don’t be tortured.
You need to regain your human emotions and ‘purify’ them.
Dre understood that very well.

Only then, the people of the kingdom tremble as they feel the pressure of Dre and Nanar again.
And Dre lay down again and screamed again, as if he hadn’t looked straight.

“Kwaaaaagh! It hurts!!”
“…Is this a joke!!”

Anger.
However, this time it was not the grudge of a ghost, but the anger of a human being.
If you find human emotions by eliciting human-like reactions in this way, the resentment is surprisingly quickly resolved.

Most of the time, within a year, they shyly gave up their actions.

There were many reasons to quit.

When I came to my senses, I felt that torture was terrible.

Either he felt guilty that Dre was someone else he had nothing to do with.

That the two of them had no reason to be tortured in the first place.

It was like I was afraid of repercussions due to the difference in rank with Dre, who is being treated now.

In fact, the fear of repercussions was great.
If Dra or Nanar both set their mind to it, it would be nothing to inflict pain on or eliminate the souls of the people of the kingdom.

I don’t know when I don’t have a reason, but after finding a reason, I was afraid of the aftermath.
There were evil spirits among them, and there were those who would continue torturing the two for no reason, but repetitive work eventually got boring.

And even those who did so were eventually frightened by Nanar and Dre’s tremendous attack.
Thus, the two of them suffered and purified the residents of Matan, and eventually reached the end of purification.

Dre, who finished her flashback, smiled at Hakjinmu and Altman, who looked terrified from the front.

How did you clean up?
Simple.
I changed my body and time.

Dre finished the explanation and held the sphere of light in her hand. I heard Nanar.

“Come on. You two can torture us to your heart’s content!!”
“…”
“…”

Hakjinmu opened his mouth and puffed out, and the Shinigami stood blankly.
And Malachia screamed with excitement.

[What are you guys doing!!!!]

The spirits flinched at the great roar.

[All I have to do is touch it!! Why are you touching my friend who has nothing to do with you!!]

The spirits of Malachia, burning black with rage, were not something the spirits could handle.
Dre calmed him down.

“Wait! Just a little more!”
[What are you doing again, you idiot!!]

Dre smiled at Malachia, who was yelling at him for scolding him.

Malachia had tears in his eyes because of his family, who had sacrificed so much for them.
Her feeling of sorryness and giving for herself at the same time warmed her heart deeply.

And.

“Everyone!! Are you okay with that?!?!”

The people of the kingdom flinched at the roar of the death god.

“Can our old ghost be freed just by torturing it for a while?!”

The people of the kingdom hesitated and answered.

“No… To say that I did a little bit, it took me a while… It was severe…”
“That. Looking at it, it seems that the dragon is reflecting a lot… It’s already dead, so what’s the use of all this…”

To the residents who came to their senses, Malachia was a victim.

Of course, as someone who was directly killed by Malachia, he would only get angry if he was told to forgive him as he was also a victim… But Malachia sacrificed herself to pay for her crime despite being so powerful.
It was hard to say anything more from the point of view of witnessing that sincere apology and also ‘resolving resentment’.

Furthermore.
Only when a sweet reward is presented.
One of the hesitant kingdom residents stepped forward and opened his mouth.

“That, we. Maybe we can live again.”

The dazed death god answered as if muttering.

“What…?”

Can you live again?
What are you talking about?

“Yeah, man. You’re misunderstanding when you say that. Master Dre said he would put us in artificial bodies.”
“Ah. That’s it. Didn’t they give you a body that can feel the taste and touch if you want?”

No matter how long it takes, Dre promised that those who wanted it would do it.
What. You just need to make something similar to an arm that can feel the sensation you made for reporters.
There is a lot of time.

Okay. Reward after a lot of resentment.

After resentment, practical and sweet rewards are presented to those who are embarrassed by witnessing Malachia’s sincerity and feel guilty.

Human psychology. It is the only way to get through.

“Awesome, Dre. Queek.”

As I squeezed the sphere of light that was making a loud noise with a tired voice, Nanar made a dying sound.
The people of the kingdom each muttered with excited voices.

“I wanted to make a statue before I die.”
“I’m still a virgin…!”
“Me too!! I want to date and get married…!!”

Spirits that filled the kingdom muttering their own desires.
The Shinigami widened his eyes.

‘I’m firmly possessed.’

He thought he had to open everyone’s eyes.
The god of death took up a scythe.

And.

Swoop.

“…Uh?”

Reaper, no. Eltman, now fully human, uttered a bewildered voice at the gigantic spirit that had escaped his body.
It was the king’s soul.

As a skull wearing a crown, he approached Dre, who greeted him with open arms.

“Are you going to torture me?!”
[The King of Magic! It was I who killed you, so torture me!!]

When Dre glared at Malachi as if telling him to shut up, Malachi glared even more fiercely.

When Eltman gnashed his teeth asking where he was pretending to be warm.

“…Warrior…”

The skeleton made a clear voice.
The king’s people were astonished and fell to his knees in unison.

The king’s voice was full of ‘desperation’ to the extent that the people spontaneously acted like that.

“My, the wind… Can you hear me…?”
“As much as you like! Say it!”

Dre clenched his fists, the King said.

“It’s fine even if it’s small… Can you restart the magic bullet…?”

It was the regret of the king who faced the history of national ruin in his generation.
He obviously lost his will and became a specter, but he regained his reason after seeing some ‘possibility’.
He was so earnest.

And Hakjinmu, who was sad that the king had become a ghost, opened his mouth.
The reason why Hakjinmu of the royal palace was satisfied with Matan, a small ruler. Saint in front of my eyes. Einrich Margell, 12 years old.

Seeing his master come to his senses, Hakjinmu shuddered.

The king looked at Dre eagerly.
Most of the people forgave Malacia, and the king respected the people’s choice.
He even thought of fighting himself.
However, you say that your wish will come true…?

His dream was more desperate than his hatred.
And Dre is agonizing over the king’s request. And snapped his fingers.

“There was a territory given to me by the Empress of Skaldia of the Suruta Empire. I named the place Matan, and uh… Uh… Ah! Mr. Hakjinmu is like a human like a spirit, so I’ll leave it to him to manage it!! Jimin, let’s do it with the people here!!”

Originally, it would be difficult to change even the name of the place, but Malacia looked at Dre with cold eyes, saying that he could just give it to Scaldia once.

And the king… Read the truth in those words.
He was sure that Dre would make his dreams come true.

“AA AA AA…”

Saaaaa

Together with the king, the royal palace crumbles like sand, reconciles with light and disappears.
While disappearing, the king regained his benevolent appearance during his lifetime and called for loyal subjects.

“…Hakjinmu.”
“Yes. Your Majesty.”

Thud. Hakjinmu knelt down on his knees.
His body was shaking with excitement.
The lord who gave his allegiance regained his reason.
What could be more enjoyable than this?

“Can I ask for a new magic bullet? My knight…”
“With all sincerity!! My heart is for the Lord!!”

Hakjinmu regrets not being able to protect the country.
It was not to protect the lord.
He was willing to do whatever the king ordered.
Also, it was thrilling that the people who had been in pity were purified.

Tear.
Hakjinmu touched his face.
The skeleton disappeared and I could feel the face returning to human form.
He was also purified by being released from resentment.

“Please. My knight…”

Saaaaa

The royal palace.
The whole area of ​​magic is transformed into particles of light and disappears.
In addition, the people of the kingdom who did not choose an artificial body and chose reincarnation also change into particles.

They hesitated before disappearing… With a bit of hatred and guilt.

“…Plague Byeongryong. No. Black Fever Dragon. It hurt, but you hurt too.”
“We will accept your apology. That. We are also sorry for bothering your precious person.”

The people of the kingdom caught a glimpse of Malachia’s ‘regret’.
As if they brooded over their grudge for a long time.
Malachia brooded over her regret.

The God of Judgment, who saw the process of purifying the kingdom’s people, rewarded Dre.
The reward was Malachia’s regret and hatred. Feelings of guilt were felt by the people of the kingdom.

As long as they were human, full emotional forgiveness was impossible.
I could still understand.
I could rationally tolerate it.

Because they are human

[…Ohhhhh…]

Tears flowed from Malachia’s eyes.
An irreversible thing that sat in my heart like a stone all my life… No. A mistake he thought would be irreversible.

That mistake is now disappearing.

[I’m sorry. If I… I… Hadn’t been arrogant…]

Each of the people of the kingdom was cold or shy, and a few of them turned to dust with a kind gaze.

Just like that, magic bullets were purified.

“Where is the new wave extreme? Aaaaa!!”

Wooooo!!

Holy power boils.
The Holy Power of the Judgment Church!!

Chakieeeeeing!!

Eltman swung his scythe at Malakia.

Caang!

Sparks flew and Dre’s sword ricocheted off the scythe.

Eltman spat and shouted.

“Why stop?!?! You have to accept my grudge?!?!”
“I was going to do that. Come to think of it, you’re not even behind. Why?”
“What?!”

Grinding his teeth at Dre’s words, Eltman grabbed his scythe.

“My parents melted to death!! My friends!! Everyone around me died!! Are you saying you have no grudges?!”
“…I heard and saw it.”
“?!?!?!”

Is this kid kidding?!
Eltman swung his scythe, feeling a surge of emotion that had been numb for so long.
Fortunately, the divine power of the Judgment Cult was very effective against Dre.

His ‘sin’ is deeply to blame.

And countless people blocked the front of the sharp scythe.
They were the people of the kingdom who chose an artificial body.

“Stop it now, Altman!!”
“Yeah. Because we’re fine…!!”

Eltman hesitated, then gave a roar.

“I’m not okay!!!”

What mood have you lived until now… Do ‘the worms that died in peace’ know?
Eltman didn’t even notice what he was thinking and cocked his scythe to attack.

The reason why he was called Shinigami is simple.
A solid body that does not break even when hit by any attack that combines the divine power of the Judgment Cult and Ryunar Ki.
In addition, it has an absolute causal effect that if you swing it, you will absolutely get hit, and if the opponent’s sin is deep, it is a scythe that is close to an instant death that inflicts additional damage.

Truly. Reaper.

Another champion, Ziggs or Raamu. Eltman is a powerful hero on a different level from Teija.
The warrior rolled his eyes.

“You bastards!! Forgetting grudges and forgiving because you were blinded by sweet rewards!!”

At those words, the expressions of the people of the kingdom became grim.

“What?! Let’s listen to that!”
“Hey!! Since you said it…!!”

One of the people of the kingdom hesitated before exclaiming.

“You sacrificed us too!! But what do you say you’re good at?!”
“…What?”

Eltman let out a gasp.
What nonsense is that talking about?

“I, everyone saved me.”

He built a tower of corpses to save even himself, who was still young.
Even his best friend chose to save Eltman, knowing he was hopeless.

So Shinigami, Eltman couldn’t just think that his life was his own, and he’s been working on his revenge ever since.

And.

“Altman.”

Hakjinmu, who was still on his knees, quietly raised his voice.

“Remember wisely.”
“General. What are you talking about?”

Eltman, who was no longer the king, was trying to show respect to Hakjinmu, but he remembered a sense of incongruity.

The first day of reunion with everyone. The people of the kingdom said this.

I lived alone
Ran away alone

Eltman denied it, and asked how he survived, asking if he could prove it.

I didn’t notice at the time because I wasn’t in a hurry, but now that I think about it, those words sounded like an interrogation.
To the only survivor who should be glad.

“…Uh?”

Die!! Die!!

It sounds like a strange voice.
And, something was emerging.

When I was young, everyone stepped in to escape the kingdom full of venom…

Die!! Die!!

It became… A… Plate… And gave…

Die!! I’m dying!!”

The sound of something breaking was heard as the voice became clearer.

Kwajik!!

Eltman’s foot stepped on the arm of the baby or his daughter, and he frantically climbed up.
The death god stopped at the unfamiliar memory.

“Eltman. Humans are weak.”

Sacrificing for a child in a situation full of poison, not even your own child, in a situation where you want to abandon even your own child?
It’s a very beautiful story. The reality was different.

The people of the Matan Kingdom clung to the wall to escape the kingdom, and as the action continued, a mountain of corpses naturally piled up.

Just. Only the talented Eltman survived after holding out until the mountain of corpses piled high enough to exceed the castle wall.
And he frantically escaped, climbing the mountain of corpses and trampling on those who were still alive.

That would have been nice.
There was someone who escaped with Eltman. Was he a friend

“Uh, huh?”

Up-and-coming best friend.
Friend.
He must have sacrificed… For himself…

“Go away…! I’m going to live!!”
“Go away!!”

…What is this voice?

And it came to mind.
There was very little height to the wall.
Eltman’s friend, who had been arguing for his life… With the knife he was holding…

“Oh no!!”

Eltman screamed in denial.

“…I understand you, Eltman.”

Hakjinmu said in a calm voice.

“I couldn’t help it in that situation. Understand it. I told you before that I could prove it. I had a grudge against you, so I just asked on his behalf.”
“No!! Where are you lying…!!”

Eltman, who was talking gibberish, found someone.
Among the people of the kingdom. Small, child.
The kid glaring at him was… His old friend.

Eltman hesitated.
He was glowing

“Ooooo!!”

Warrior. No. The sickle of the god of death is trying to draw a circle.
The scythe’s immense range will strike the entire kingdom transforming into particles of light.
Even the soul will be cut down, and all mistakes will be erased.

Squeak.

It sounded like that.

“Uh?”

As he watched the scythe being cut off by Dre’s sword and rolling away, Eltman felt intense exhaustion.
The exhaustion… It wasn’t Dre.

“Sacred power… Kkeok…!”

The divine power that was supposed to be activated for him squeezed his power.

The holy power of the Church of Judgment is severe for ‘sinner’.
Even if he was once a warrior.

“…Ah, noaaaaa!!”

At the moment of the cry, his body twisted.
Dre came over and punched him.

Deaf!

“Aaaaa!!”

Eltman with his arms broken, his legs cut off, and his entire body bones broken in an instant.
Rather weakened by the divine power of the Judgment Church and even collapsed mentally, he was helplessly defeated.

Dre, who had covered it, laughed ferociously.

“You hypocrite asshole. I knew you would.”
“Uh-uh-uh…”

Dre’s eyes were seriously murderous.

“How dare a hypocrite, delusional bastard like you. Try to steal my friend…?!”

Dre’s sword was raised.
Eltman’s eyes twitched.

[Dre!! Stop!! Don’t kill me!]

At Malachia’s cry, Dre hesitated and lowered the sword slowly.

“Huhhhhh”

Eltman, who said his expression had never changed in his entire life, cried like a child.

Aaaaa!!

Almost at the same time, the royal palace and the whole of Matan were reconciled with powder of light and disappeared.
It is purified
As if to prove it, the system rang.

Tring!

[All magic bullet ears quests have been completed!]
[Oh my god!! You guys wrote a myth!!]