Chapter 478 – Destruction of Evil

A strange event caused by the hands of two women.

Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!

The chain that was tied to the sword and pulled taut broke.

“···.”

Albireo doesn’t know what sign that is or what the purpose of this action is. I can’t understand it because it’s my first time seeing it.

However, even as she confronts Roman, she feels anxious to the point where her consciousness and gaze keep turning.

Chiik───!

Roman’s feet swept the stone floor and dug deep.

“Sigh!”

Jaeaeang! The feeling of Baal’s right arm being pushed heavily while making a hissing sound.

Albireo reflexively used black magic due to a cold sense of crisis.

– He goes!

Hundreds of skeletons rose up from under his feet and took the blade instead.

Roman sliced ​​his bone like cutting through soft jelly.

I sensed Mana’s twist and moved my stopped leg.

Puhwaak!

As expected, black flames swirl and rise from where I was standing.

‘Even if he becomes dominant, he is not an easy opponent to deal with.’

No matter how much of a wizard lineage Albireo is, the level he has currently achieved can be considered unique on the continent.

In addition, he had a lot of combat experience due to the time he had lived, so it was very difficult to use black magic that could be cast without chanting at the right time.

This is especially true because the victory requirement for Roman is that he must overcome the situation without allowing a single direct hit.

‘It’s frustrating, but is it right to keep going like this?’

Even if his body was in good condition at the level it is now, he would have pushed and destroyed it quickly, but that was not an action allowed for Roman, who had only the slightest amount of stamina left.

However, Albireo, on the other hand, is maintaining good condition.

I wonder if Roman’s condition was even vaguely predicted. He launches small attacks at every opportunity and tries to read his scent.

On the other hand, it seems as if they are on guard lest they be struck by an unidentified lightning strike if they resume chanting.

If so.

Is Roman the one who is at a disadvantage in this situation because he cannot tolerate even a single mistake?

‘No. This is my image.’

I tried my best to open my mind and find a way out, but is it best to use my now stronger physical abilities? Really?

If things continue like this, it will be an insult and waste to development.

‘Don’t try to subdue him with normal movements. You must break away from the trap of reading the opponent’s psychology and moves.’

You are not yet perfect. I have learned about imagery, but I am immature.

Understanding requires challenge. If things continue like this, both sides will self-destruct.

‘I am…’

What is my current state as a human being? What benefits can I take from imagery?

As long as the embers of life remain barely alive, considerations that tax the mind must continue.

‘I cannot claim to understand everything just because I have learned about imagery.’

Excited. Excited. Excited.

The sense of omnipotence that permeates his entire body cries out that he can ridiculously surpass common sense.

It tells people to throw away rigid values ​​and adopt flexible thinking and an experimental mentality.

‘Forget your common sense. In order to have free imagination, we need to become nonsensical.’

Wasn’t that the case with the lightning strike that struck unconsciously to stop the chanting?

If I try to do it with an unwavering will like steel, the imagery will follow my capabilities to the best of my ability.

‘Things I have…’

Now. Only now.

Gleipnir and Rakshasa connected to the soul can be clearly felt. I recognize more clearly what kind of existence it is.

The two weapons were already ready to respond to their master’s thoughts. These girls are truly too much for an ugly owner.

‘Do. You can do it.’

Tak!

Roman, who had maintained his stance of chasing, voluntarily widened the distance.

Albireo tried to understand the true meaning of the movement, but maintained a defensive attitude toward Roman’s unexpected actions.

[White Jade]

Roman, floating in the air filled with dark red air, stretched out his hand into the air.

Grumbling──!!
Baekyeom, which has been relied on for a long time.

The power began to gather in a spiral. The shape created by the pure white flame is a round sphere.

It was like a brilliant sun.

On the contrary.

Albireo’s eyes widened as he faced the worst possible situation.

‘I’m gradually adapting to transcendence…’

Roman taking one step at a time would be a disaster for himself. There is a feeling of nervousness and jealousy that cannot be hidden.

‘First, we have to stop that…’

A mass that appears in an instant and takes your breath away. You can’t tell whether it’s light or flame.

Just as Albireo was about to load the fastest black magic and somehow touch the sphere.

Roman clenched his outstretched hand and made a fist.

[The path of destruction and evil]

Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!

According to Roman’s will, the ground of the image shakes and a new world emerges.

Before Albireo could use his hands, the white jade was twisted, and pure white flames spewed out from various places on the pitch-black stone floor.

“Damn…!”

A voice came out of Albireo’s mouth admitting that he was cornered.

This pure white flame is deadly poison to warlocks. Albireo’s movements are restricted simply by the irregular discharge without warning.

“Stop making faces already. Let’s go further.”

Deep!

Roman raised his eyebrows at Albireo’s honest reaction and slammed the Rakshasa he was holding into the ground.

As the ground cracks, white salt surges become more frequent.

“Oh? Let’s see who wins and see the end.”

Albireo, who had decided to take the risk of being struck by lightning after being cornered, began chanting.

Roman likewise continues to concentrate completely on the imagery.

– Paradise Lost, the mysterious backcountry, the master of swordsmanship who rules the armies of the east, grant victory and salvation in the competition of faith.

– The Archduke’s Black Sword.

The black shell covering Albireo’s right arm melted and swallowed the famous sword he was holding.

The piece of Baal floating in the air formed the shape of a sword on its own.

I aimed accurately at Roman’s heart from afar.

“Hehe… Haha…!”

There were not enough sacrifices stored in the sacrificial box to use this black magic.

Nevertheless, Albireo’s complexion, forced to use Baal’s fragments, began to lose its vitality, as if the smile he was spitting out was insignificant.

‘It’s actually better to engage in a pure power struggle… Here, you have to kill them somehow.’

Albireo, who exerted all his might with determination, fired the black sword floating in front of him.

Baal’s sword cut through the dark red image and flew towards Roman.

Likewise, Roman, who had the same thoughts, also finished preparing.

‘Finish.’

[Heavenly Rainfall]

Charrrr! Gleipnir screeched and filled the image.

Tens of thousands of chains poured down like a shower from above and shot like arrows from behind.

Pabababak──!

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How many chains did he have to push back that filled his eyes with the sword of Baal?

How far did he advance towards Roman’s heart? Was this not the best?

“···.”

Albireo stopped the endless thoughts.

Looking down, those things are now irrelevant.

“Ah…!”

Albireo’s whole body was pierced by the flying chains.

Even if a command was given to the pierced limb, it did not move and even mana and sacrifices were lost.

‘This… I lost.’

I burst out laughing of futility. This chain is truly a strange thing.

Rather than feeling like they are unable to regenerate because they have run out of sacrifices, they are trying to bind themselves in the form of death.

Bound to prevent escape from the bonds of mortality.

‘I die.’

This is the end with no possibility of recovery.

My vision is blurring, and my mind is becoming faint. Roman was seen pulling out the sword that had been stuck on the floor.

‘Are you trying to cut off my head?’

If his body had become such a rag, it would have been easy to get away with it, but he is truly a thorough person.

To Albireo, overcome with a sense of desperation, awaiting execution.

– ■■■■, ■■.

Malphas’ sweet whisper was heard.

‘Damn crow…’

The great devil who has shown the greatest interest in hunting Roman from the beginning.

I know it’s a common temptation from the devil, but when I’m driven to the end of my life like this, I overcome with the realization that the dream I’ve wanted my entire life has finally become impossible.

In my heart, I wanted to destroy the world by using the saint’s body to randomly summon demons and the great demons beneath them.

Is this what self-destructive water is like?

Even if they had the saint’s remains, which were bound by a verbal contract with the great devils, they could not use them as they were pleased.

So what can I do to resolve this injustice, even if I have to die? Is there any way to make Roman my companion?

‘···.’

In the end, I had no choice but to give in to Malphas’ temptation.

*****

The moment Roman pulled out his Rakshasa to put an end to Albireo.

Albireo’s body, which had been pierced by Gleipnir, melted away and a black strange bird appeared, flapping its wings.

– ■■■!!!

It appeared swinging wings made of jewels with a scream that threatened to tear the eardrums.

Pushing away Roman’s image, he began to spread the mana he carried from Pandemonium.

“Malpas…”

Roman immediately recognized the identity of the crow that suddenly appeared.

At the same time, one also understands the processes that took place in one’s own imagination without permission.

Albireo’s body forced into transcendence and the divine power he had accumulated by dividing the priests were used as a pedestal for summoning. It appeared for a short period of time while making a decision that greatly reduced its existence.

Even from Malphas’s perspective, this is no different from a gamble that risks his life.

A state of great loss to the power accumulated over thousands of years to manifest in this world.

However, if Albireo personally concludes the unfinished oral contract and collects the saint’s remains and Roman, he, who has a large stake, can collect more than the original amount.

Sreung.

Roman gives up on rest and prepares to continue the fight again.

The voices of Gleipnir and Rakshasa were heard from behind.

“I knew it would be like this. I was waiting.”

“I’ll tie you up!”

The chain that was holding the giant sword of Rakshasa was broken.

A thick chain rolling on the ground flew towards Malpas.

– ■, ■■?!

A huge crow that showed off its splendid appearance was tied up in chains and fell ugly.

He flails around on the floor and tries to tear off the chain with his beak and claws, but it’s not enough.

Seeing this, the Rakshasa smiled as usual and continued speaking.

“Nir is a shackle created to seal the wolf that even powerful gods feared. It is absurd for someone like Hana, who has not become a god, to try to escape.”

As a weapon, Gleipnir’s level is much higher than that of the Rakshasa himself.

Its binding power is comparable to that of Park Yo-sak (縛妖索), a warrior who once stood by Mu-shin’s side.

As Roman’s level soars in the future, Gleipnir will shine stronger and prove its worth.

He will have to work hard to be liked by his master.

The Raksha looked at Roman and smiled.

“Master. I need your permission.”

“I’ll help you.”

Roman approached and placed his hand on the Rakshasa’s head.

“Kuhuhu, this is our first time together.”

The Rakshasa giggled, covering her mouth with her sleeve, and stretched out her will.

Suddenly! Kugugu──!

Roman no longer needs this seal. The sword of destruction that had been embedded in the image to block it came out and flashed up to the ceiling.

The shadow that was created there was as big as Malphas’ body.

The blade, rotating slowly in the air, aims accurately at the target.

The struggle of the chained bird becomes more intense.

[Falling Sword]

– ■■!!!

Phew! The sword that fell on Malphas’ thick neck pushed away the black collar and dug mercilessly into the flesh.

The blue blade of the Rakshasa did not stop digging until it separated her head from her body. Gleipnir has tightened its grip so that resistance is impossible.

– ■, ■■···.

Did the rebellion last for just one minute?

The black head was cut off and a purple tongue flowed out between Malphas’ large beak.

It is said that Gleipnir and Rakshasa looked at the background and prepared in advance, but it was a truly absurd ending for a great evil.