Chapter 158 – Artificial Demon -4-

The scene of a brawl that ignores the difference in physique.

Even if he slashed the greatsword with ferocious force that would lightly cut the body of a human and dump it in half.

The devil, angry at humans who block and dodge with a ghostly movement over a chain that could not be cut, finally focused all his mind on black magic.

Quick-!

The devil’s knees turned around with kicks that shocked and crushed them outward.

-■!

With the sound of an explosion, black smoke rose from the man’s body.

Blows and explosions.

A series of exchanges.

The adventurer, who is the organizer of a game of chicken risking his life, not his money, doesn’t give the cornered devil the timing to get out of his way.

Cheolreuk-!

Because I was engrossed in body regeneration and attacks in the melee.

The mana to push away the chains digging into his neck, creating white flames, gradually dwindled.

The bottom of the offerings, which had been piled up to be used lightly for a few years, are beginning to scratch.

The sense of being strangled by life became clearer, and the shape of the winner became stronger as time went on.

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It is said that physical pain is better than mental pain, but physical pain that reaches its limit leads to mental pain.

I took the greatsword I gave up wielding and put it on my shoulder.

In the assault leading to apnea, the horns sprouting from the temples were crushed like powder, and the flesh reached a point where it was almost impossible to regenerate.

The demon stopped the rampage of black magic.

With blood and saliva dripping from his half-remaining tongue, he showed off his fluent pronunciation and offered a deal that was no different from the devil’s symbol.

“Greuk…! Ingaan…! At this rate, both of us will die…Are you going to do something stupid like throwing away all the time you’ve lived up to this point!”

‘It’s not?’

My appearance was covered in blood, so it was not a word, but there were no fatal injuries to speak of, just outwardly noisy.

The strong resistance to uncleanness given by the completed Rakshasa is not something that can be fatally wounded like black magic that ends a chant with a single word.

Of course, even if you have resistance, it will be dangerous if the number of times you are hit increases endlessly.

‘Being right is a skill and a trick.’

In order to avoid fatal injuries, it is important to know where magic is being hit directly.

Black magic was activated, and I concentrated my mana in a place where mana was one point, partially raising the hardness of the body.

It was a crazy task that required extreme concentration and was close to gambling, in which magic could be applied to a bare body that had not been strengthened with mana at the moment of distraction.

This can be a decisive factor in determining victory or defeat.

‘Did I fall into a misunderstanding just by looking at my appearance?’

On top of that, twisting your body moment by moment and avoiding vital points as much as possible is the basic of the basics of a careerist who lives on a knife.

There were no problems other than the skin tearing and bleeding.

There is even bleeding resistance from blood demons, so bleeding that would kill a normal person is only a minor wound, so the appearance and inside are different.

“I promise to leave here! And —-“

He said he wouldn’t reach out to Chloe and would help achieve what he wanted.

I obviously cut my tongue, but it was long.

I was sure and intuition when I started to spit out words that made me dream of a sweet future based on the contract.

That this devil had come to the edge of the cliff to the extent of abandoning his pride and finding an agreement with me, a human being.

Proposing an agreement by showing oneself first and showing impatience is tantamount to advertising that one has reached the limit.

“Two…!”

He spit out the blood that clumped in his nose and mouth and hindered his breathing, and finally grabbed the demon’s horn remaining on his head.

“Don’t let me down at the end after playing well. Really, isn’t it just the beginning?”

This devil is sometimes seasoned like a veteran, while at the same time he smells like a young prodigy with little learning.

Now was the right time to pluck out the buds that might grow if given time.

*****

As I dug into her, the saintess frowned at the aura that grew thicker and the wreckage of the collapsed building and wall.

“… That’s terrible. Magella can survive somehow, but is the knight all right? I’ll give you a blessing if you need it.”

Compared to those who possess divine power, those who possess normal mana tend to be more influenced by wickedness.

“No problem.”

Eclair Dritna, the 5th knight of the empire, is not a holy knight with holy power, but a knight of its own.

Even so, in front of this evil energy, it seemed that there was no real influence, not that it was pretending that there was no problem, or that it was not showing off.

‘He’s really strong…’

She has better physical strength than Magella, who is considered to be one of the strongest among the Paladins of the Order, and her feet are fast.

As if searching for something of her own, she swung her red eyes around, threw the last of her gaze at herself and asked.

“Saintess. Can we break through faster?”

“…Of course. Don’t overdo it.”

Thanks to Eclair, Majella was able to focus on protecting herself and carrying her.

I was able to arrive much faster than expected where there was something thought to be the cause of the uncleanness in the empire.

The more you go inside, the more miserable environment you can’t imagine being somewhere in the capital of the empire.

Could this be the starting point of the huge explosion heard in the waiting room?

The saintess, who was prepared for battle, was embraced by her Magella and crossed over the mountain of fragments devastated by her explosion.

I gave out a stupid voice at the grotesque picture that caught my eye.

“To··?”

Chow!

“That’s great!”

With an unidentified man who was a mess of blood and wounds.

Being stepped on by that man.

An evil mass hanging from the floor, tied around its neck with chains that emit white flames.

The gigantic creature that was bubbling with black foam had a strange appearance that I had never seen before, even in books.

The saintess was convinced from the aura of that creature that it was truly an absurdly powerful demon.

‘Who is that man…?’

Certainly not a paladin or a priest.

Even so, it was the first time I had seen a person who had the upper hand against such a dangerous devil alone, without being accompanied by members of the Order.

“Garreuk…Mugeuk…”

The figure of the demon struggling, scratching his flesh with his claws to free the chain digging into his neck was, in fact, quite different.

The devil’s unique pride and regenerative power were enough to make the three women’s minds go blank.

“Roman…!!”

Éclair left the two panicked and ran off the ground.

The speed of Eclair, who jumped out in an instant and picked up a sword with a sacred feeling that I don’t know where it came from.

It was even faster as if it wasn’t even power to break through to this point.

Magella, who had been distracted by the scene she could not have imagined for a moment, came to her senses faster than her saintess, and after putting her down, drew her weapon and stood in front of her.

“Saintess! That wicked thing!”

“I’m fine, so please help Knight Magella!”

“···All right!”

The saintess put her hands together and prepared for her sex magic, struggling to grasp her situation.

‘Pure white flames… What the hell?’

I keep it in my eyes, but I don’t know if that’s a fire.

It burns roaring on the chain, but it feels clean like the first snow, and it resembles the divine power, but it is a different power.

Even the saintess, who had learned and studied as much as possible in order to condemn those who went against her providence, had never seen such a thing.

Her curiosity was piqued and I wanted to know her identity right away.

Now, the priority is to punish the wicked.

A tremendous amount of divine power gathered in both of her hands, gathered for her prayers, and emitted a brilliant light.

To the extent that the one-eyed creature that was named the devil and was on the verge of suffocation was blinded.

-You are the heavenly messenger serving the goddess. Please guide those who have sinned and shine the light of repentance.

The saintess was weak from the time she was born, and every day was a critical moment for her death.

Although she is unable to even strengthen her body using her divine power for reasons unknown to anyone, including herself.

Whether it is compensation for irrationality, there is no one comparable to the use of sacred objects and sexual magic.

– Great purification.

The light spread from her holy woman, and the color of the ground where her thoughts climbed began to peel off.

Exposed to the light, Roman, Eclair, and Magella felt their bodies lighten and spurred on their work.

…

Roman noticed that Eclair had come to this place, and confirmed her as she ran quickly toward her side.

If the devil continued like this, he would die soon, but he was determined to hold out for the next few minutes.

A trusted helper has arrived, so there’s no need to drag it along.

“Eclair. Finish!”

A relatively slow start, with Magella being pushed to her feet, had yet to arrive, with only Éclairs closing in.

Roman pulled hard on Gleipnir, forcing the demon’s head to lift, exposing his neck.

Cheol-!

“··Got it!”

Eclair, who had already taken out the Innocence as he ran, stopped breathing as it was and hardened it.

“Huh…!”

Avoid Gleipnir, which is randomly wrapped around the thick devil’s neck and contains white flames, and cut out the empty section precisely and deeply.

‘If you hesitate, the cutting power will decrease and there is no point in cutting only the surface.’

Éclair clearly read the path that an ordinary knight or adventurer would have to look through and judge for a long time.

As soon as he arrived without stopping his rushing feet, he threw his body forward and swung Innocence without hesitation.

Piing-!

Eclair’s sword, reminiscent of a ray of light, passed by.

The head of a demon the size of a human torso floated into the air tied to Gleipnir.