Chapter 621 – Falling Hell

[Opening the mind’s door]

The development of Roman’s destructive dominance.

Dark red thunder energy and color spread throughout Pandemonium.

For a moment, Baal and Amon experienced the horror of their consciousness falling into a bottomless pit, and they urgently responded by using their imagination.

─ ···The opening of the mind’s eye.

─ Poetry, opening the door to the mind!

The situation itself is different from the three-way battle between Naberius and Barbatos.

Since these great demons joined hands with only one goal in mind, they poured out their entire power of imagery on Roman.

Nevertheless, it is clearly different from the last battle.

There wasn’t even a procedure where the mana of the image collided and played tug-of-war or coagulated to create layers.

Paaaaang──!!!

The images of the great devils were shattered and scattered before they could take full shape.

Baal and Amon were helplessly swallowed up in Roman’s image.

─ The image of this body…!?

Amon couldn’t hide his embarrassment as he moved his head and tail back and forth.

Compared to Baal’s calm appearance, his movements are violent and explicit.

This incomprehensible situation instantly pushes the group of wizards into a corner.

─ Come to your senses. Just because you have a mental image does not mean you are invincible.

Baal warned Amon, who felt confused, that he would die if he remained blank, and then took a stance with his beloved sword, Dark Night.

A hopeless difference in skill that causes nausea and dizziness in the body of the Great Devil.

Baal held his sword tightly and stabbed the spirit that was on the verge of collapse.

‘If you want to live, you have to struggle.’

Just because the image is pushed back does not mean that defeat is guaranteed.

It is true that we are at an overwhelming disadvantage, but there are definitely solutions and breakthroughs.

─···.

─···.

The great demons watched the intruder who was closing the distance at a leisurely pace.

“Oh, something… This isn’t right.”

The archdemons narrowed their eyes at the sound of the human muttering.

Does that person not even like the current overwhelming situation, or does he not like the state of his mind?

I clicked my tongue, expressing deep regret over something.

─ It seems like this is your only chance.

─ ···I agree.

It seemed that this person’s first goal was not to deal with and kill them, the great devils.

An atmosphere of being preoccupied with something else.

Amon also knows the humiliating situation of not being considered a proper enemy.

Perhaps, as Baal said, the current unstable atmosphere may be that human being’s only weakness and a one-time opportunity.

─ Assist.

Baal left a word to Amon and kicked the ground.

[Rain of Blades]

Baal stretched out his hand with a swift thrust.

The magic swords floating around the Great Devil poured down on Roman, each tracing their own trajectory.

Tick!

At the same time, a simple sound resonates in the spirit of Baal.

The cutting sound, as if a tightly pulled thread is being cut, is truly ominous.

As if to prove that the prediction was correct! Jjajjaeng! The magic swords that were fiercely flying towards their target fell around with a metallic sound.

‘Again…!’

That damn power again.

Baal once turned a straight path towards Roman.

I was astonished as I tried to raise and manipulate the magic sword that had fallen on the ground.

‘Solidarity…!?’

The soul bond formed with the magic sword was cut in vain.

This means that those swords are no longer the weapons that belong to you.

‘What the hell!’

What kind of ability does that human have? This is a unique domain that not even his creator can interfere with.

A power that exudes a sense of heterogeneity, being on a different level from the power of the Great Devil.

The realization of the gap momentarily made Baal’s legs slow down.

“It’s tantalizing, why don’t you come?”

At the moment he stopped, Roman appeared in front of him and moved slowly as if to block his bare fist.

─ !!!

Baal hastily defended himself with his sword.

[Byeokryeoshin Fist]

Qarring──!!! A fist filled with fierce thunderstruck the sword.

The moment Baal blocked that fist, he felt his world shrink for a moment and fell to the ground endlessly.

Boom! Tooung! Bang! The body of the great devil flies away with the momentum of cutting the end of the image.

Even if you try to stop, the brakes won’t even apply.

I feel dizzy as I wonder if my life will end if I continue like this for the rest of my life.

Wow!!!

The Great Devil’s body, which was splashing dark red images like a water swallow, stopped as it dragged on the floor.

I can’t even guess how far I’ve come or how long I’ve been rolling because of the dizziness.

─ Wow…! Huh…!

I just lay face down and groan in pain.

I can’t straighten my back. Even though he had lived for tens of thousands of years, it was a pain he had never experienced before.

─ Ha, ha…

Even though his fist was accurately blocked with his magic sword, cracks were etched into Baal’s body with thunder energy.

Black smoke rose through the cracks in the armor.

For Baal, it is no different from massive blood loss.

‘···You have to stand up.’

You may not know how far you have come, but there is a high possibility that your opponent will soon come to kill you.

After finishing recalling, Baal stood up with trembling legs.

Then, the unclean mana is channeled to check the inside of the body.

The inside was torn apart by a single punch, but there was still a passage for mana to move.

‘The authority is completely dead.’

Proof that the mysterious ‘cutting off’ that humans use is not a temporary power.

It felt truly hopeless and irrational, but the information was important.

‘I can use mana, so it’s a blessing in disguise.’

Baal, who lost the power of piercing, poured mana into his sword.

A conclusion must be seen when there are at least one large number. If there is a future where even mana is controlled, there is no breakthrough.

‘It’s coming.’

Baal raised his head.

Humans do not hide their presence. It’s slowly approaching here.

─ Whoo, whoo…

As Baal was catching his breath, Roman appeared with the sound of footsteps.

“I did my best, but it looks like it hurts a lot?”

─···.

Baal saw a human being infinitely smaller than himself.

Swords and chains are still floating around, and the soul debris that appears to be Amon’s is fluttering from the hands he is shaking off as if they are dirty.

I was able to read it because it was Baal, who created the sword method that cuts through spirits.

─ Did you kill Amon in the meantime?

“How did it happen? Because it’s not easy to control my strength.”

The way he said he killed the great devil by mistake, and the expression on his own confusion as he clenched and opened his hands.

It was a ridiculous gesture that Baal could not accept.

“Still, you look a little strong.”

─ !

Baal was looked upon as interesting by humans.

I lifted the sword, shaking off the fear that was tying my whole body.

*****

“Ahh, ugh…!!!”

Let the demon go around tearing out its head and screaming.

The collected slaves looked puzzled. There were many people who were afraid of taking out their anger through violence.

As slaves, they don’t know what’s going on outside, so there’s nothing they can do.

However, the current Demon God has no time to vent his anger.

‘Oh, how! How on earth!?’

The demon realized.

Not long after returning to the image, he realized that Baal and Amon’s souls had been destroyed, and that he had no place to go anymore.

The dimension of Pandemonium itself was a huge hostage.

Boom! Boom! Tung!

The surface of the image resonates harshly.

The other person sent a request to open the door, even though he was able to force his way through the image.

‘Wow, it’s here!’

The demon god started biting his nails out of nervousness to find an answer as quickly as possible.

Blood was dripping down my fingers, but I didn’t feel any pain due to fear.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

The demon god’s eyes, which were spitting out curses and mulling over things, rolled around and caught the slaves.

‘···.’

The demon god opened the opponent’s mind and at the same time gathered the slaves.

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“Excuse me.”

Roman put his hand in her pocket.

I descended into the image of a demon and looked around.

“Well, you decorated it so well? It’s not my taste, though.”

“Is that so…? I guess I still lack aesthetic sense. I will study.”

The demon god who lined up the slaves answered with a trembling voice.

Roman giggled as he watched the Demon God trying to act calm, which he couldn’t do.

“If you have something to say, say it.”

“···Is there anything you want from me?”

“No.”

A firm answer.

No matter what the demon god does, he cannot quench the thirst in Roman’s soul.

But the demon god is in a position where he has to struggle.

He gestured to the surrounding slaves.

“These are all people who were responsible for the karma of creation in their respective dimensions. But now, they are my loyal slaves and cannot even open their mouths without permission.”

“Haam… So?”

Roman yawned and showed no interest at all, and the demon continued to worry at the fork in the road.

The feeling that the option to overcome all these and survive is fading away.

‘In that case…’

The demon god chose the last remaining option and opened his dry mouth.

“If I die, they will survive too… Wow!”

The head of the demon was caught by Roman.

Roman raised the corner of his mouth, being careful not to break the demon’s body.

“Aren’t you making a grand mistake? The enemy of evil is not always good.”

“Grrrr!

“The proof is that I am not a just person.”

The demon god continued to struggle with his cackling breath, and the slaves bound by contract shivered in fear.

Because the implications of Roman’s words were clear.

“Oh, that’s right. The questions I heard at the academy before were similar to the ones I’m hearing now.”

What should I do if a warlock is holding villagers hostage?

Roman gave the answer that he would first kill the hostages taken as sacrifices to prevent the use of black magic.

For some reason, the current situation reminded me of that time.

So Roman continued his brief reflection.

‘For this guy, the surrounding slaves are his last lifeline.’

It is clear that even if they threaten to release it, they will not release it.

A simple yet complex picture.

In the past, we would have listed various cases and come up with an ideal answer, but now it is different.

You have the power to leave no regrets. There is no need to choose between the worst and the lesser evil.

Peeing!

A sharp cutting sound that resonates deep within the demon’s consciousness.

The demon spirit who was foaming at the mouth in Roman’s grasp opened his eyes in astonishment.

At the same time, those who were referred to as slaves looked puzzled.

“Is your mouth open…?”

“Ah!”

“My wings…!”

I leave behind those who feel freedom and liberation.

Roman closed his eyes and continued to focus on the demon held in his hands.

‘The rest of the connected things…’

Numerous threads that the demon god has connected throughout his long life.

Instead of cutting them off, Roman began to burn all the unclean things with white flame.