Chapter 635 – 635. Let’s Stick to Our Main Job
Jang Jojun unleashed disaster on the Tower of Living Buddha.
In an instant, part of the tower was completely torn apart, and a huge tentacle wrapped around the tower of living fire, crushed the base of the tower, and pulled it out of the ground.
“Ah!!!”
“Recite Buddhist scriptures! Come on!”
The arhats who were trying to kill Jang Jo-jun all sat down in a state of semi-panic and began to recite Buddhist scriptures, and the native species of the tower, who were trying to execute the intruders to protect Shesha, also exploded without being able to respond to the sudden assault of the disaster god.
The problem is that it does not end here.
All kinds of things crawled out through the wide-open dimensional gap and entered the Tower of Living Buddha.
They are all extremely ferocious creatures, and they play a significant role in turning the Tower of Living Fire into a labyrinth of unprecedented difficulty.
“What the hell are these!?”
“They are the minions of the evil god. Everyone, come to your senses.”
All the lights in the tower went out.
There was no longer any light in the tower overshadowed by the abyss, and the guardians of Duat lost sight of Sora Nanase in the tower that suddenly darkened.
Soon they see things moving around nervously.
“Well, what about those… “
“I do not know either. What is that..”
It is fundamentally different from Mimic, an extraterrestrial life form that imitates its appearance.
Those are beings created by malice.
The pitch-black robe contained countless eyes, and the arms and legs sticking out were nothing but pink tentacles and bones.
They were created solely to incite fear, slaughter, torture and destruction.
There is no mouth or digestive system to consume food. Beasts that only have exoskeleton bones for attack, muscular tentacles to wield them, and venom glands to manufacture various toxic substances to torture their enemies.
Kashnax’s 12th tentacle.
It meant her servants who moved with ego and was another name for the slave race.
Yes, Kashnax’s slave race and the worst human sacrifice demons in the galaxy have now entered the Tower of Living Fire.
They slowly began to suffocate the intelligent beings in the tower and chant indescribable ancient spells, and their spells resonated and resonated like a kind of song.
“Cover your ears! You shouldn’t come in.. You can’t go in..”
One of Duat’s guardians was captured by their singing. The eardrums resonated with the gloomy melody and burst, and bumps began to grow in the ears from which blood was flowing.
At the sound of singing, his mind was instantly drawn into chaos. That’s it. If your mind is sucked into chaos even once, you can never return to normal again.
Soon, small bumps began to grow on the body of the possessed Duat guardian. The two art warriors, engulfed by the chaotic melody like people suffering from a disgusting skin disease, lost their senses and began to scratch his skin. Soon, their own nails tore the skin, causing bright red blood drops to splatter to the floor, forming a puddle of blood.
Beep!
Someone played the flute. When the Spore Man, who had crawled up from the swamp of corruption, played the flute, small larvae crawled out from the blood spilled by the Duat Guardian, who was being consumed by chaos and was tearing off his skin his.
The larvae eat the body of the Duat guardian and lay eggs.
“Ah.”
One warrior was reconstructed as a work of art without even being able to resist.
It’s a terrible and despairing sight. The sight of life and death, birth and destruction coexisting in one body… Caused the minds of those who watched to crack, and the scribe of the abyss, hidden in the darkness, breathed despair into the cracks of the mind.
“It’s not right here, we’re all going to die.” Even if we can’t go back alive, we’re all going to die. Our limbs are twisted so miserably, our bodies are being manipulated, and even our minds are slowly dying in eternity of pain!!”
One of the Duat guardians fell into despair and tried to escape to death by breaking his own neck.
However, the monsters that flowed into the tower had no intention of letting the intelligent beings go.
“Uh, why? Why!!!!”
Can’t dieBecause this is no longer a place where death is allowed. Even if you broke her neck, she couldn’t die, and even if you drove a knife into her heart, she couldn’t die.
The kings of the underworld gave up their hands. The three demon gods of ten thousand demons have coiled themselves. It is a place where all the gods of the entire universe turned their eyes.
All that remains here is disaster.
“Hey, it can’t be like this..! Ha, Hathor!!! Hathor!!! Please help!!! Oh God!!! Please!!! “Get me out of here!!!!!!”
Unable to escape the suffering of this world by escaping to death, an unprecedented fear settled in the hearts of the Duat guardians.
Soon they were crying out for Hathor, the god who had given them their mission, to get them out of this terrible place. Of course, their god has already taken his eyes off this place a long time ago.
Just by looking at them, you will be observed by the owners of the ten thousand horses and get robbed.
In the end, Hathor’s abandoned subordinates were split up.
Soon, the beings that gradually began to appear in front of them cried and quietly recited.
The intelligent beings with their eyes sewn shut, their hands cut, and their entire bodies covered in scars opened their mouths and spewed out curses.
“You cannot escape from death.”
Hehe.. You too.. Will end up like us.”
“Give up. It would be better to give up thinking.”
These are the three heroes who once ran rampant with the power of all gods on their backs. They are now nailed to the stone of Sataniel and have become living curse totems, unable to die.
They themselves had no idea how long they had been alive and being used like this.
As they continued to suffer for eons with their egos intact, they came to enjoy causing pain to others.
Like right now. They laughed as they saw the guardians of Duat crying and shouting that they would rather die without knowing anything.
Soon after, the curse of the Three Fallen Heroes slowly entangled the bodies of the Duat Guardians, trapping them in eternity.
The Duat guardians are in mental breakdown, staring blankly into space.
The 12th tentacles approach and kidnap the dazed Duat guardians one by one, disappearing into the darkness.
Soon, there was only one Duat guardian left at the scene, crouching in fear. He survived. To be precise, he could be said to have survived.
One was left behind on purpose. As a medium to convey the nightmare of this place.
“Tongue, brothers… Ah. Ah…”
All that remains at the scene is blood stains and the skins of the missing brothers.
The two art guardians, who became the only survivor, could not help but rattle his body. He will later talk about what happened here.
Not only was he spared, but the traces of Manma remained deep in his spirit. He will remain crazy for the rest of his life. He will pay the price for surviving after witnessing ten thousand monsters.
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“Um, hey.. I’m sorry, but where am I..?”
“This is the seat of the jade stone. He was brought here with a command to rescue you.”
“Ah…”
Nanase Sora, who was on the verge of death between Mimic and the Duart guardians, was dramatically rescued.
It was Amaterasu who pulled her out of her Tower of Living Buddha. She hoped that her Apostle would grow through the difficult battlefield, but her long aim opened the gate of ten thousand demons, and her difficulty level exceeded difficulty, and her survival became close to impossible, so she rushed to the rescue. .
Perhaps, if he had been left there, Sora Nanase’s spirit would have been broken by the monsters of the Ten Thousand Demons, who recklessly harassed the intelligent being.
[Damn you.]
Amaterasu looked down at her only apostle and cursed at Jang Jo-jun.
Jang Jo-jun must have predicted in advance that the situation would turn out this way. So, before opening the door to Manma Observation, he probably asked Amaterasu to take Sora Nanase out first.
Yes, it seems like I opened it recklessly, but I had done the bare minimum before opening it. Even Nanase Sora would have been majestic if he had just opened the door without warning Amaterasu in advance.
Meanwhile, at the Tower of Living Buddha, one of the Arhats who was chanting Buddhist scriptures and holding a temporary barrier collapsed, vomiting blood.
“Wow…!!!”
The blood he vomited gradually clumped up, and his wrinkled hands became wrinkled.
“It is the hand of Florence!”
“OMG!!!!”
Arhats who evaporated their hands in an instant.
Arhats who wandered the universe collecting Buddhist scriptures and doing everything to awaken the Great Nippon Tathagata had already fought against the slave races of the Ten Thousand Demons several times.
They are a different race from the Ammuts who were trapped in Duat and did not know the fear of the world. The will not to be easily defeated burned strong and protected them.
“Poisonous guys.”
The native species of the tower have already admitted defeat and are fighting desperately by going to the place where Shesha is sleeping. Also, the Mimics have completely escaped by leaping through space.
The guardians of Duat were annihilated, and all that remained was Arahat.
“Surrender.”
Jang Jo-jun encouraged the Arhats to surrender in pain.
Yes, in pain.
“You crazy bastards!!! “I’m on the same side!!”
In the end, Jang Jo-jun shouted in anger, but the monsters of the ten thousand demons that were circling around him did not pay any attention to his anger and were just playing around, stabbing him with their swords or hitting him with their tentacles.
Yes, in their situation, Jang Jojun was like a character in a book.
In their situation of never being summoned from Earth, Jang Jo-jun was no different from the character in the TRPG their creator was playing, and was just like a fictional character told in a story.
But today, how amazing is it that I came face to face with a being that I could only meet in my dreams.
That’s why they were circling around Jang Jo-jun and expressing their favor.
Because of Manma’s favor, Jang Jojun’s very existence was attractive, and seeing as he was someone I could never meet, I became even more curious.
So, to express their favor in their own way, they were beating and torturing Jang Jo-jun.
“It hurts!!!”
Jang Jo-jun struggles in pain as he receives something he doesn’t know whether it’s an attack or an expression of affection.
The arhats who were reciting Buddhist sutras were disgusted when they saw Jang Jo-jun, surrounded by ten thousand demons and turned into a lump.
‘What on earth is that guy?’
‘How high of a tolerance do you have to be able to laugh and talk so calmly among monsters who seem to go crazy just by making eye contact with them?’
‘His fighting skills are poor, but his mental barrier is as high as that of a god.’
‘Abnormal mental power…’
Their evaluations were all similar.
Jang Jo-Jun’s boxing skills had no foundation, so he was a good punching bag to beat, but if you were to evaluate him as a foreign body summoner and an apostle of ten thousand demons, he was a crazy monster whose mental strength was comparable to that of most mid-level gods.
To begin with, his profession is a summoner and mage class. Just because Jang Jojun was interested in bare-handed fighting, he was often beaten when he tried to fight with his fists, but in any case, he was the one who reached the top of his class.
“Kuheoook…!!!”
“This! Hang in there!!”
Slowly, the mental power of the Arhats began to reach its limit.
If things continue like this, all 108 Arhats will be annihilated. The oldest of the Arhats shouted at the thought of having to escape.
“Everyone, please! I hope we reach the end of reincarnation.”
Soon his body his his his was on fire.
The decision was made to run away as a group through sacrifice of faith.
“This!! You’re running away! What are you doing!! Catch it!!!!”
At the sound of Jang Jo-jun’s shout, the ten thousand demon monsters caught the fleeing Arhats, but could not catch them all. More than half succeeded in escaping, and only the Arhats, who were still immature, were captured and taken away by the slave race.
“Haa…”
Although it wasn’t perfect, we succeeded in taking over the tower. They succeeded in killing or expelling most of those who entered the tower.
“I’m dying.”
Instead, he was Jang Jo-jun, who resumed his search for Sesha, consoling himself by saying that he was better than the hostile guys, even though he had a very cumbersome and annoying companion.