Chapter 143 – Chapter 142 – Beyond (6)

Cut, cut, cut again.

A tingling tingling sensation in the palm of your hand and blood dripping from all directions.

My reason seems to be paralyzed by this scorching heat.

“Kyaaaaa!!!”

Side, back, front.

With my sword, I draw out this space densely filled with demons without any gaps.

One sword

A thin solid line forms on the body of the devil.

Two Swords

The line slides down with a ferocious blow.

Three swords

The space collapses, and soon only I am standing on top of the space.

As they cut all directions, a slight gap was created, but soon other demons rushed through the gap.

‘Driving me crazy.’

Realizing that there was no end to this, I just ran forward as before.

There was no answer other than restless play with the sword, piercing the front and pushing the fragments with the body, moving wildly.

“Grrrruk…!”

Among the demons I slashed from behind, the one with only the upper body left raises its severed hand and throws it at me.

“Hey fuck.”

One of Bette’s skills, ‘Hundred Ghost Nights’.

Thanks to the fucking skill that resurrects a dead demon into a white bone soldier, it bothered me a lot.

Even though they were noticeably weaker than before, the army of white bones united in a cluster rather than one was not negligible.

Stepping on the air with the spirit beam and leaping upward, dozens of wyverns that had been staying in the sky rushed at me as if they had been waiting.

“The plague is real…!”

Spinning his body like a top and slicing their wings, the wyvern is buried beneath the legions of white bones.

The demons struggled to reach out to me somehow, stepping on the corpses of fallen wyverns and building towers, as if they had no sense of fellowship.

If there is a hell, this place was so bad that I thought it would be here.

Kwakwang! Kwagwagwang!

In the distance, I could hear the faint sounds of supernatural powers and bullets exploding.

For a while, I was worried about the women fighting the demons on the blockade line, but soon after seeing the demons attacking me, I erased my thoughts.

All I have to do now is break through.

My goal is to quickly kill Bette, the boss of this scenario, in order to erase as many variables as possible in this scenario, where I don’t know what will happen.

“Keew!!!”

As if a decapitated wyvern is cursing me, it comes flying at me from below, dripping with his blood.

I quickly climbed on top of the wyvern’s body and grabbed his protruding neck bone.

“Kiik?!”

“Let’s go, motherfucker!”

As if the wyvern was taken aback, he lifted his bare neck at me.

With a smirk, I started pushing the wyvern away with the wind spirit.

Doo doo doo-!

The huge body of the wyvern moves forward, sweeping away the demons in front of him.

Like snow driven by a snowplow, demons pour down beside storm water.

“Ke.. Keeea!!!”

The wyvern screamed in pain as if this was crazy, but I had no intention of letting go.

“As it is… We’ll go all the way to Bete!”

I glared at Bette in the distance with determined eyes, but contrary to my wishes, the Wyvern soon became unusable as all its flesh was eaten up by the demons.

Heartless bastards with no camaraderie like this.

Inwardly, I cursed at the comradeship of the demons, but it didn’t matter.

People… No, there are too many wyverns.

I grinned at the wyvern in the air.

Is it an illusion? The wyvern looked at me and trembled.

* *

Bette, the one who is alive but not alive.

A person who curses life, always feeling the pain of rotting flesh left in his body.

It was inevitable that he would hate living things.

The warm blood and comfort of a living creature that he could not have somehow instilled in him a sense of inferiority and hatred, and soon drove him crazy.

‘Everyone just needs to suffer equally.’

Thinking like shit.

However, Bette ate that hatred and inferiority complex, and even went so far as to become the Demon King’s servant.

In the end, Bette vomited joy at the scene unfolding in front of her eyes.

“This is it! This is it!”

From far away, the life of demons is cut off and rises.

Likewise, not only demons, but also human beings died and rose again.

Perfect equality, the arrival of the pain he desired was unfolding.

Hot blood pours onto the floor, and everyone cries in pain as they rot away.

Bette laughed as she patted his chin.

Beta borrowed the eyes of the head demon and watched the pain happily, when something moved on the distant horizon.

“Uh.. Huh?”

Kwa kwa kwa…!

A multitude of fiends swept away, something rushing forward.

Sensing the change and looking at it, Bette was shocked.

“Whh… What?!…”

Two wyverns overturned the boat, and someone pushed them from behind.

Borrowing the eyes of a nearby devil, he looked behind the wyvern and saw a familiar figure.

A red sword swordsman with black hair.

An arrogant human who defeated his own necromancer.

The madman grabbed the wyvern by the neck and rushed towards this place riding like a ski.

“Found.”

Transferring her senses to a nearby demon, Bette heard the human’s low, terrifying voice.

The voice was familiar.

Fenrir, a servant of the Demon King like himself, the sound of a beast full of struggle that he had heard from him was coming from that man.

Fuck!

It scatters the Wyvern that Jung Joon was riding with the elemental spirits and leaps in the air.

Jung Aim and Bette’s eyes met in the air.

‘I’m sure.’

Bette murmured to herself.

Black eyes that calmly sunk. But the heat pent up in it.

Only the appearance was different, but those were definitely the eyes of a beast.

Chomp… Chomp Viscount!

A red line is drawn from far away.

Once, twice, it moved forward as if to light up the darkness, slashing away at the demons that surged in like the ebb tide.

Before long, the light reached right in front of him.

“A long time?”

A man dripping with his blood, laughing like a demon.

“Clap…”

Seeing that, Bette laughed.

Not equal

While forcing others to suffer, he himself is a blessed human being who has never suffered.

Seeing the infinitely selfish Jung Joon, Bette said.

“It’s arrogant and disgusting. Thanks to you, I feel like this for the first time in a while.”

Laughing at the heat seething in his chest and the intent to kill, Bette grabbed the goat’s skull in his hand.

Then Bette’s body floated up, and his demonic energy covered the area.

“Arrogant human, you will die here.”

Bette’s red eyes flashed and she manifested necromancy.

Jung Joon also floated Balmung in the air and grabbed Levatein in one hand.

“Let’s finish quickly, there’s no time.”

Enmity toward each other, the fuse quickly flared up.

* *

There are 3 types of necromantic techniques of Bette, the minion of the demon king.

Death Knight, Death Mage, Death Guarder.

One of these I destroyed in the World’s Best Hunter Tournament, so the only two I have to deal with are the remaining two.

“Gwaaaaa!”

A death guard who sways his demonic energy and raises his shield.

And the Death Mage preparing the magic behind it.

“Huh!”

Of course, as the rule of all games, you have to catch that mage, not the guard.

Zigzagging past Garder, he tried to draw a mage at once, but Bette moved his hand.

“Hey, fuck.”

The demonic energy that had been swaying around Bethe gathered into a ball and rushed at me.

A ball containing magic energy flying forward, a guard rushing from behind, and a mage preparing magic.

You have to get out of here.

I hurriedly turned my body with the spirit beam, and as I slipped as if scratching the ground, Magi and Guarder collided.

Quaang-!

Garder, who had been hit by the demon, didn’t mind. No, on the contrary, it got stronger.

“Crunch… I wonder where the confidence from earlier went.”

Bette laughs at me.

I … I chew. There is a lot of talk about playing daguri.

If I deal with necromantic magic, I can quickly cut it down, but I couldn’t because of Bette, who exquisitely bound me with demonic magic from afar.

“Uhhhhh…”

The Death Mage, who had cast all her magic, opened her mouth and cast magic on me.

[Cursed! The user’s stats are reduced by 10%!]

A so-called ‘mark’ curse was placed on me.

The curse of this mark builds up more and more as time is given to the mage.

Not a multiplication operation, but a sum operation.

Simply put, it’s not that 10% of my stats, which have decreased to 90%, are deducted, but that if I get 10 times under that curse, my stats will be 0.

“Clap…”

Bette waved his hand confidently.

Magi rushes at me. This time too, I turned around and avoided the devil.

“The way you run away so well is like a rat… Clumsy…”

I looked at Bette, who operated the Demonic Machine, from afar.

Even though he is now in a superior position, he is at a disadvantage, and he is quite wary of me.

In particular, I was most concerned about Balmung floating in the air.

He is afraid that he will suck his own demonic energy with the demonic sword that sucks the source, and he is worried that Balmung and his location will change at any time.

“Damn it…”

While verbally slandering me, I was annoyed at the way Bette was watching me carefully, so I spat out swear words.

Bette giggled again, as if she was happy to see me like that.

“Come on, struggle, you foolish human being.”

Bette spreads her arms and pushes Margie aside.

Correspondingly, the Death Guard and the Death Mage moved their bodies and pressed me.

“You are also just a living creature with blood, so I will break that arrogance and paint it with pain.”

“What are you talking about, an asshole who is still very scared?”

As I moved the balmung in the air, Bette flinched.

“That’s rude.”

Bette gritted her teeth and threw Margie at me.

The Death Mage starts casting again and the Death Guard rushes towards me.

Looking at the situation now, it seemed like everyone would say I was at a disadvantage, but it wasn’t the truth.

“Let’s finish it now.”

I couldn’t lose this fight.

Difference in information.

I know that guy, and that guy doesn’t know me.

With that alone, the match has already been decided.

“Clap…”

Bette sneers at my words as a joke.

I also laughed when I saw it.

“Bye.”

As I say my final goodbyes, I… Realize the number I’ve prepared.