Chapter 447 – Heaven

Even working together is something you can’t do if you don’t breathe well.

This is especially true as each person’s level increases and their inclinations and stubbornness become stronger.

Without further ado, 3 and 4 articles are definitely not possible.

The combination of Cedric Floyd, who is like a wild horse without a rein, and Juergena Di Venta, who pursues maximum utility and uses a sword, is like oil and water.

Even if we force a joint attack, we can be confident that there will be no plan.

Therefore, Juergena chose a simple and practical approach.

Afterward, as planned.

“From now on, I’m going to rush into the middle of the ceremony over there. Try to stop it yourself.”

A sword with a unique appearance that Roman pulled out from somewhere.

My eyes were drawn to the strange energy that I had felt for the first time in her life, which was completely different from the wild spirit she had shown so far.

‘What is that black…?’

Considering Roman’s light attire, it is assumed that the sword itself is a special artifact with the ability to store.

It’s something different from simply saying it’s sacred.

The weapon had a feeling of nobility and sanctity that was distant from its dark color.

The feeling of her energy for the first time increased the anxiety in my heart.

Cooung!

A heavy foot stomp that blows away anxiety and distracting thoughts.

“···Come.”

I positioned her with a flamboyant attitude to erase the nervousness fluttering in her mind.

Although I acknowledge the bloody destructive power of the dark red auror that Roman showed with his fists.

It was calculated that this body could last until the sacrifice was exhausted. The warlocks present watched and were convinced.

‘No need to worry. There is no need to be afraid. The body is complete anyway.’

She has a regenerative power that cannot be explained other than the four words ‘wonderful’.

Her experiment ended a long time ago, and her body was buried and connected to the sacrificial bodies of some warlocks located here.

In addition, there are areas and devices that warlocks took time to prepare.

There can be no more perfect preparation than this.

‘Now there is no denomination. Among knights and adventurers, there is no match for me.’

Skin like steel that surpasses human limits, a body that returns even when cut and cut until all the sacrifices are consumed, and runaway motor skills and senses.

Here, of course, the Duke of Amaranth. Asen Freemiller was also confident of winning.

“···.”

Jerk. Jerk. Jeopuk.

It’s a light and leisurely step that can’t be called a rush.

Roman, holding the Rakshasa, narrowed the distance to Jurgena without hesitation.

The distance between each other is just a few steps away.

There, Roman raised his free left hand and clenched it into a fist.

Fazijik───!!!

4 The dark red aura that shattered the knight’s chest jumped out.

Juergena also reflexively moved her mana to respond.

Saaaaa ───.

A purple aura that spreads like water mist and colors Flamberge.

Her preparations were complete and Jurgena extended her lead to take advantage of her distance.

Peeing!

The slash born from the illusionary sword was twisted into a spiral shape.

“Oh, he’s on a different level from Enoch Skadi.”

“!”

The only thing she gave away while avoiding the sword was a single hair.

Roman, who avoided her first attack, boldly extended his foot between the sword blades and explosively closed the distance between her.

‘···What a crazy guy!’

Jurgena turned her sword in her hand and took her defense.

Neither I nor my party know how she was able to dodge the fantastic sword that was unleashed with her extreme body at this distance.

Now is the time to receive the minimum compensation for failing to attack first.

Kuuuuung -!!!

Her outstretched fist struck her stomach with a purple aura and pushed me away violently.

Much stronger power than when the fatal blow was inflicted on Cedric.

“Ugh!”

With a thudding sound, the wrist and fingers holding Flamberge were broken and broken.

The red-black auror climbed up on her sword and tore apart Jurgena’s forearm.

“There was a reason why our driver showed off his courage, right? He is definitely a natural enemy to humans like us who only eat cutlery.”

Roman, who lifted her fist, was amazed when he saw her condition.

Hehe… As befits his name as an adventurer, he knows how to choose bold strategies. If the opponent had been a normal human being, it would have ended with just one blow.”

Her broken wrist and fingers made strange noises and found their place.

In a torn wound, the flesh boils and heals like an earthworm.

It was indeed a familiar picture to Roman.

Now it is time to feel the power of the newly born Rakshasa.

As Roman erased the auror from his hand and focused on the sword, Ismay joined the guarded Juergena.

Jurgena spoke quietly without leaving her gaze on Roman.

“What’s the progress?”

“This is the final part of the ritual and requires some waiting time. It will be over in 5 minutes.”

“Good. Have you ever seen that sword?”

“No.”

Roman tapped his palm with his rakshasa and waited for their conversation to end.

“Why do you keep bullying me? It’s sad for an adventurer.”

From Jurgena and Ismay’s perspective, even that was like a thorn in their necks.

From Roman’s point of view, he would have had to jump in and interrupt the ceremony right away, but since he seemed relaxed, it was doubtful that it was a bluff.

An unpleasant feeling of displeasure, as if waiting for the completion of a ritual.

“Ismay. Go.”

Knock! Puddeuddeuk!

Jurgena shed her human form and began her complete shedding.

That’s the signal.

Ismay summoned the sacrificial box hidden on the second floor.

“···I’ll go first.”

Ismay, who watched the situation from the side, knows that Roman is an opponent against whom clumsy moves will not work.

Invest your energy from the beginning.

Awesome!

Her sacrificial box was in the form of a coffin with the imprint of a person’s palm stamped here and there with blood.

The black hands that poured out of the box clumped together like clay and formed a huge hand.

“Catch it.”

Kugugu ㅡ

As soon as it took shape, a black hand pushed in and tried to grab Roman.

A black palm that wants to hold the whole body at once.

Roman, who was intrigued by the unique black magic, stabbed the black spot that filled her eyes with a rakshasa.

Deeply.

The movement of the black hand that was trying to grab the body stopped as if it were cut off.

The trembling hand melted, and a response came from the master of black magic.

“Kyaahh -ah ㅡ !!!”

Ismay’s sharp scream.

She was rolling around on the floor, clutching her entire body and not knowing what to do.

“Performance is good. I like it.”

Roman gently stroked the blade of the Rakshasa, which performed beyond her expectations.

To an ordinary enemy, Rakshasa is simply a razor-black sword.

It may not have any more meaning, but it is different for those who harbor something unclean, including warlocks.

Kaaaaang!

I blocked a slash coming from afar with my Rakshasa.

After being pushed a few steps, Nanman turned his head to one side and let out an exclamation.

“Hey, does he look more like a devil than the guy you saw in the capital?”

“I admit it. It’s an amazing ability. Since you came here even after knowing the identity of Nema Natas, you must have prepared thoroughly, right? I think sending Ismay first was the right answer.”

Juergena’s voice sounded as if her vocal cords were split.

“That’s what adventurers are like. It’s an obsession, an obsession.”

The three knights caught in Roman’s sight were no longer in human form.

A more vicious and bizarre form of devil than the Leo Floyd I saw in the capital.

There are a total of eight eyes located on the face. The gaze coming from the rolling eyes was disgusting.

It was bigger than it should have been, but it would be more appropriate to say that it was longer than it should be.

The arms, which were longer than the body, were bent and twisted here and there, as if the number of joints had increased.

Flamberge was absorbed and attached to Juergena’s arm.

The length of the blade seemed to be easily over 3 meters, perhaps due to the influence of the owner as it was integrated.

‘If this is made public, there will be an uproar.’

I like it because it looks disgusting.

Roman was feeling a thrilling sense of elation, not fear.

“Good. Show me everything you’ve prepared.”

Suddenly I snapped her own arm.

She swung her sword like a whip using the bounce.

Dozens of fantastic swords pour out in one breath.

The lines of the sword were not something that could be drawn by human hands.

It’s not an attack that can be avoided on the spot like before.

“Sigh!”

Roman jumped up behind her, widening the distance between her, and kept his eyes on me.

‘I’m on the lookout for Rakshasa.’

She has the appearance of protecting the warlocks involved in the ritual, but her vigilance is even stronger.

As she turns into a devil, she may be feeling the power of Rakshasa more strongly.

To the extent that Roman felt that way, her attack itself was close to a luminescence that did not give her any distance.

Grumbling.

Roman quickly took out Gleipnir.

Slam!

Gleipnir and Rakshasa, who had read their master’s will, clung to each other and were connected.

“You have a lot of talent.”

“Not much to say.”

“I guess I’ll have to show that I’m worthy too.”

Grumpy.

A curved blade also protruded from Juergena’s opposite arm.

Peeing ─!

The devil unexpectedly shot out the blade like an arrow.

“!”

With a quick reaction, he raised his Rakshasa and blocked the blade, which was no different from a ballista.

Roman’s legs floated in the air, breaking the wall and flying away.

Haha!!! This body is truly omnipotent.”

“Jurgena. The ritual is completely completed. It is just before the descent.”

“Oh, no. There’s no need for it now, but I’d like to at least take a look at it.”

Jurgena bursts out laughing in an inspired mood.

Wedge ───!!!

Crispy.

A chain flew through the collapsed wall and smashed the warlock’s head.

‘This?’

Looking at the color, it was clear that it was the chain that Roman had pulled out from somewhere.

Many eyes moved here and there, but Roman was nowhere to be seen.

There are so many warlocks who flock to the mansion to connect themselves with the sacrifice that their presence cannot be read in detail.

Kang!

“···What?!”

I hit the chain with an ominous intuition, but it didn’t even break.

It was impossible to confirm where it came from or how long the chain was.

Come on!

The unidentified chain trembled and began to move alone.

It flies around and wraps around the entire mansion.

The scenery outside the window began to be wrapped in chains.

“Go out and figure out the situation!”

“Ah, yes!”

“Okay!”

The warlocks who withdrew their hands from the ritual began to stir.

“Well, the front door won’t open!”

“Break down the door!”

A strange situation where even that doesn’t go as planned. When the anxiety creeping up within the warlocks reached its peak.

White flames soared from the entire chain.

Puhwaaaaagh—!!!

A pure white flame that lights up the entire mansion at night.

“Aaaaah!!!”

“Ahh… Ahhh!”

Some of the warlocks who clutched their faces just because they were exposed collapsed in their seats.

There was no one who did not scream from the soul-torn pain.

Jerk. Jerk. Jeopuk.

Juergena’s head turned at the sound of familiar footsteps.

“Thanks to you, I cleared out all the bastards outside the mansion. Thank you.”

Roman returned to the room, shaking off the blood from his Rakshasa.

It was a ridiculous form to call it hell caused by white salt.

Pandemonium is a place of rest for them.

For black magicians who have turned their backs on the goddess, this is a space that will teach them the sense of facing their creator.

In reality, it was no different from heaven descending on earth.