Chapter 617 – Go Against.

─ ···Now is the third act.

Barbatos’ power is fate.

Gives the subject the fate of a character in the story.

It is truly an all-purpose power, but it always comes with difficult conditions.

‘···.’

In addition, the current situation where power is not complete due to the battle for control of the mind makes me sigh.

That person and I are connected through a story, but the flow itself is not clean and resistance is strong.

Kwareung—! Rumbling!!!

Every time dark red thunder flashes, the self-immolations are helplessly erased.

‘I don’t have time.’

The strategy must be finalized.

Barbatos held his breath and assessed the situation, trying to endure the chest pain that interrupted his concentration.

‘···That person has strangely good senses. To the point where I thought he was not a human but an animal.

So, you would have noticed it even in the midst of a melee.

That there are various restrictions on one’s magic bullets.

When Barbatos’ ‘Magic Bullet’ progresses, you cannot use another bullet until all 7 bullets are used up.

Means of securing distance, such as shock waves, must be abandoned.

In addition, the overload of magic bullets on the shotgun is so severe that it is impossible to fire repeatedly.

So, when you face someone as aggressive and quick-footed as that person, you inevitably feel nervous.

‘···Endure. You have to endure it.’

Barbatos made up his mind.

If you want to kill that person, you have to get the flow of the story right.

‘If you want to win and survive, follow the iron rules of the shooter.’

If you lose your calm and cool-headedness and become greedy and impatient, you will lose both your weapon and your life.

─ Seeueueup···.

Breath flows out between the hard beak.

‘About 3 seconds?’

If I stop, I have rested enough.

Barbatos made eye contact with Roman, who had cleaned up his self-immolation.

Since it was an illusion, I thought that if I hid it, it would be discovered as soon as the deception disappeared.

Pajik!

The human body, which has completed its thunder transformation, draws a dizzying trajectory and closes the distance to Barbatos’ main body.

Barbatos raised his shotgun and quickly took aim.

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Roman has concluded his reasoning by sorting out the alter egos that are not imaginary.

7 Magic Bullets, Forest Keeper of Bohemia, Wolf Valley, Rose Wreath.

The direction this great evil was taking was clearly clear.

‘German romantic composer. Carl Maria von Weber.’

An opera consisting of three acts, The Magician.

I was familiar with it as it was a name commonly given to mercenaries who had been known to shoot guns in their past lives.

While traveling to many countries for work, I had the good fortune of observing opera and looking up its contents.

[The last shot will fly at will and kill Max’s lover, Agathe. But she says that if Agathe doesn’t die, Casparne dies.

What are the roles of Barbatos and Roman himself?

If the great devil holding a gun is Max, the main character who will have a happy ending, am I Caspar, who will die from the last magic bullet?

The fact that Roman himself knows the development of the magic bullet.

I thought it was important not to let the Great Devil know about this, so I kept my mouth shut.

If you just hit the head of the great devil, there is no reason to worry.

Focus on the shotgun and quickly close the distance.

Bang!

[Hunting]

The fifth magic bullet loaded into the chamber.

As soon as the bullet was fired from the shotgun, a mark appeared above Roman’s head.

‘···This?’

The magic bullet that made a loud noise disappeared in the air without even reaching Roman.

That’s why it was infinitely ominous.

The unpleasant smell of gunpowder blows through the wind and irritates the tip of your nose.

‘Am I being guided according to the mark?’

Roman had the feeling that he had been designated as a target by that skillful marksman.

The rest of the bullets will not go down well. Barbatos, covered in wounds, once again entered the range of Rakshasa.

“Huh!”

Strikes down the radiant Rakshasha without mercy.

The great devil lifted the weapon that was his life.

Kaaaaang!

─Huh!

Perhaps because of the shock, blood poured out from the deep wound on his chest even though he blocked the blade with a shotgun.

Barbatos clenched his beak and began to struggle to push Roman away.

Roman stuck to his feet and showed his full power by cutting off the archdemon’s life.

Phew!

The Rakshasa pierced Barbatos’ left hand.

The cutting edge of the Rakshasa that almost touched his neck was blocked by sacrificing one of his hands, which was focused on mana.

“Tsk.”

Feeling regret for not being able to come to a conclusion, Roman, with his tongue twisted, tore off the archdemon’s hand and pulled out the Rakshasa.

Swing Gleipnir fiercely.

Between the chains swinging so vigorously that they appear to have dozens of branches.

Barbatos, who twisted his body with fluid movements to narrow the gap, finished loading the shotgun with just one hand.

But a gap appeared once again.

Barbatos responded to the rush of Rakshasa with a kick.

Puhwaak!

One leg is cut off without hesitation even though it is surrounded by mana.

Barbatos suppressed the urge to scream and raised one hand to aim the shotgun.

[Activity]

The sixth magic bullet.

The final bullet destined for the 7th was fired.

The moment the shotgun fired, Roman saw a vision flashing before his eyes like a film.

A hunting competition is held, hunters are active, and the main character is charging the last magic bullet with momentum.

Until the last target proposal of the Lord of Bohemia.

And Roman himself, hiding on a tree and looking down.

‘!!!’

Roman’s eyes widened at the vision that had passed by in an instant.

Not good. It’s a crisis.

It was clear that his role was Caspar, who died after being hit by a stray magic bullet.

And when the fantasy ended, and he returned to reality, his feet stopped for a moment.

The Great Devil’s shotgun was already pointed at him.

‘Fuck.’

I was unable to attempt the final attack I had prepared using the moves I had laid out for the Great Devil so far as bait.

He thought that just before the 7th turn was the right time to cut off the bird’s head.

The mark floating above Roman’s head has already moved to his heart.

─ Human. Was it a dream worth seeing?

“Fuck you.”

─ Are you not begging for my life? I like it.

I can feel the ominous 7th magic bullet inside the shotgun.

Barbatos decided to shoot right away, ignoring the overload.

I will accept it even if the shotgun explodes and my right hand is damaged.

The same goes for defects that occur in the body.

After victory, I will chew up the entire body of that transcendental and fill it up.

Taaang───!!!

The muzzle of the shotgun spouted pitch black fire.

[Samiel]

The last magic bullet.

‘···Die?’

Roman had a hunch as he saw the flying magic bullet.

Barbatos’s eyes are shining with unwavering confidence.

Is it called a magic light?

Everything is slow. However, this is not the time to confirm victory.

I couldn’t resist recklessly.

Belated assumptions and regrets are rising like a flood.

If I hadn’t spent too much mana in dealing with Naberius, if my feet were a little lighter, if I had woken up from the illusion that Magic Tan showed me sooner…

The women’s smiling faces are vivid in my head.

There will be her goddess who will be her wife, her Dokgo Rin who will always sharpen her own sword, and her Ichoa who will be with her.

Think and feel.

‘I’m going to cry…’

Without exception, women will shed tears.

Not with joy, but with sadness.

And the nightmare called Pandemonium will come to the goddess.

The heart that was marked with a mark ached.

Rather than the fear of death, he was more afraid of the times that everyone he loved would have to go through and endure.

Rumbling──!!!

A thundering sound rings in my head.

A thought circuit like lightning leading to dark red thunder energy.

My thoughts changed once.

‘···I don’t want to die. No, you shouldn’t die.’

The magic bullet approaches clearly. At the end, you can clearly see the Great Devil’s shotgun being shattered as if he had overexerted himself.

Still, I can’t seem to figure out what to do.

I felt so incompetent that I couldn’t control even the moments when everything seemed slow.

What is transcendence and what is talent?

My thoughts changed once.

‘How to survive?’

That can’t be avoided. Even if you block it, you die.

It does not have great speed or destructive power. It was closer to an ordinary bullet.

However, it was a bullet that had the meaning of ‘death’.

My thoughts changed once.

Would it be okay to cut that bullet aiming for the heart with a Rakshasa?

There is still a moment to move your hand.

‘No.’

To survive, to meet her wives again, to hear the true name of the goddess, to sit down with Rin and share her drink, to shine her face once again on Lee Cho-ah, who was regretting their separation. 〉

It’s not about cutting down incoming bullets.

We must cut down the shapeless meaning held by the magic bullet.

Roman tried to move his body in a slow world.

The feeling of kicking back and resisting logic and providence was truly strange.

‘Cut… I have to cut… What?’

The soul has a form. That’s why Roman knows how to crush things.

The soul is a tangible thing that can be seen as the Creator, innate spiritual eyes, or acquired enlightenment.

However, what Roman has to cut down has no shape.

How do you cut something that has no form? So what is truly intangible?

Questions continue to bite her.

Atra’s inherent bondage that we knew existed but could not resolve.

The bond between Gleipnir and Rakshasa that they are intertwined with oneself.

The will to seal her own fate by falling under the Great Devil’s magic bullet

Something that everyone knows exists but cannot be touched.

‘Something without form…?’

Roman found something shiny.

I let go of the Rakshachal that I was holding tightly so as not to let go.

‘Underwater martial sword, mind-centered sword’. There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart.’

A word that Dokgorin said that he would understand someday.

‘Ah…’

A strong wind rushed into my head.

I feel dazed as if I am suffering from a high fever.

Something started to become visible.

You can see the connected thread.

Myself from Rakshasa, myself from Gleipnir.

And… Barbatos and myself.

I can see the fate being forcibly carried out by the Great Devil.

Tuk.

He cut the extremely unstable thread that was tied between him and the Great Devil.

“···.”

At the same time.

The 7th magic bullet lost its power and fell in front of Roman.

Now Roman did not need Dokgorin’s heart.