It was the demon king, not God, who saved the life that had been dragged by the slave traders without any promise.
‘We will save those abandoned by the demons, and furthermore, we will correct the world that has only been twisted at the hands of the gods.’
At first, he thought it was just a change of owner and trained as he was told, but after realizing that was not the case, he trained even less while sleeping. As ti passed, he made friends and ca to sympathize with his ideas, and soon found a direction in his life, which was all about floating like a buoy.
In order to make the gods pay the price for the laxity of responsibility under the guise of freedom. For a future where no one suffers in a world where order is right.
Even if the road to that lofty ideal is a painful thorny road, I have walked without stopping.
After such efforts, from the days when he was called the most backward kid, he beca a hunting dog of the special operation departnt, and he raised his fever even more to repay the demon king who gave him infinite trust in his potential, and he was able to embrace the ‘essence’.
I burned my life like that.
How could the Demon God’s minions stop this far?
“Damn it…!”
Eldmia, who started pressuring the sword pieces that had suddenly been smashed together with an unknown projectile magic tool as a throwing weapon, swung the sword while questioning in an extrely serious tone.
For so reason, the quasi-authority doesn’t have the proper effect, and the projectile is so dazzling that it could be an ego weapon. Originally, ordinary projectiles could be dealt with just by wearing energy, but his attacks were not at a level that could be blocked without letting go of reason.
It’s not a fatal or serious injury, but the residual wounds keep increasing. Light wounds that at first stopped bleeding quickly deepened as the battle progressed, worsening into obvious bleeding. Even if he didn’t hesitate from the pain, his stamina and life were clearly being cut down.
However, he was completely engulfed in anger and could not deal with it. No matter how powerful the attack was, it was useless if it didn’t hit. It was a painful reality that I beca convinced of after entrusting myself to the berserker’s blessing three tis.
Berserker’s Blessing can’t kill him. It was the sa that Eldmia couldn’t kill Soha, but as the battle continued for a long ti, the loss was small.
No matter how much it is the safest result obtained from the remains of a dead evil god, it is ultimately the power of a god. The will of the evil god to sow chaos in the world and play with mortals like toys remained even after death, and in so form eventually resulted in eating away the caster.
It was no different from Sohara.
Because it has an unprecedentedly high aptitude, it can only withstand the level of essence that can be regarded as the remnant of an evil god itself. In the first place, it was a power that could only be used in situations deed necessary after completing several verifications at the headquarters, unless it was a life crisis.
If the opponent wasn’t a hero, he wouldn’t have abused it like this. Even that was now an unknown territory, so cold sweat ran down my back.
The sound of swords and spears cutting through the wind feels like tinnitus. The rupture of the torn air, the wind brushing my ears, whispered in my ear that if I took one more step, I would give him the strength to kill him right here.
He was not aware of it because of the dire situation, and at so point, Soha was fighting not only the imdiate enemy called Eldmia, but also the inner enemy called the remnant of the evil god.
That inner enemy, Soha’s attacks only graze Eldmia and each ti his body’s wounds increase, it gnaws at his will.
It’s so minute that it’s hard to be aware of it yourself.
As if slowly entangled.
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I can’t say that Soha Shinore has as much skill as the notoriety that has spread throughout the demons, but it was right that she was first-class in spearmanship.
I don’t know if he knew that, but it was clear that he had a certain confidence in his skills. After realizing that an attack wouldn’t hit if his eyes were fully turned, he’d been attacking with only half of his eyes black.
However, before he realized that fact, he suffered from anger control disorder three tis, and each ti the surroundings beca scorched.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the destructive power he showed when his eyes were flipped was master level.
It wasn’t strengthening the body, it was more like enveloping an unknown aura, so it was fortunate that the speed wasn’t master level either. would have had to choose
It’s like wearing clothes that don’t fit your body and wielding long hems, but if you get caught up in it, it’s not to the point where you’ll get a little sick, so I had to avoid it diligently.
Of course, it wasn’t just avoiding without counterasures. Just as I couldn’t kill him, he couldn’t kill either, so I moved toward the western gate occupied by the Demon King’s supporters in order to make the most of this damn confrontation.
The effect of the strategy he tried every ti he looked around was amazing. He’s only aiming at , so I can’t even grasp what kind of scene is unfolding behind , but right now I can see the remains of buildings that were ‘buildings’ and people in a state of confusion.
It may seem like he’s distracted during battle, but it’s absolutely not. Far from being careless, he is more tense than ever. The reason I check my surroundings from ti to ti is because I’m waiting for the arrival of my allies.
It is who has already completed self-reflection on my own skills from the ti I faced the buffalo horn that was said to shoot light. I had no intention of jumping into enemy lines, only assuming that the Special Operations Division would end up on my line. However, it was impossible to accompany the conspicuous Carl Cancina or the soldiers of Count Leitor, whose magical powers were clearly revealed, so they just closed their eyes and reached an agreent in a simple ignorant way.
If they are stubborn, they will all die in my line, but if not, there will be a great uproar, so hurry up and co to support at that ti.
As soon as I said that as a strategy, I mistakenly thought that I had about five lives. 30% of those who thought that I had five lives, 30% of those who couldn’t distinguish bravery from courage, 30% of those who considered to be a true warrior who knew how to sacrifice himself, I cald down. The reactions were divided, with 10% admiring that it was a strategy only a hero could attempt, but
what to do. There was no better way than that.
“Aagh!”
“Yeom disease, it’s ti for madness again.”
His movents widen with his eyes completely blackened. It was speed and power that could not be ignored, but I got used to it more than the first ti after seeing it a few tis.
But it’s just sothing you’ve gotten used to more than the first ti, and it’s not easy. I retrieved the needle and sword fragnts, avoiding the spear that stabbed in the pit of my stomach.
In that state, even halfway attacks won’t eat the seeds. Faced with the unpleasant energy that blocked even the esthetic beam, I calmly accepted the fact that needles and esthetic pin panels were nothing more than eggs in front of a rock.
At the mont when I started to think that I could breathe more easily when he had anger dysregulation than when he ca in with a spear, I caught sight of a familiar prisoner jumping over the rooftop and approaching from afar.
“……!!”
I jumped on all fours, then switched to running on two legs, raised my hands and scread sothing, but I couldn’t hear it. It was because the roar of the madman in front of him destroying the building and the screams of the people swept away by it were louder. Fortunately, the quick-witted Carl Kansi quickly figured out the situation and gave up trying to explain anything to . Instead, he took sothing out of his bosom, hurriedly attached it to it, and launched it skyward.
It was the signal flare he had received while falling away from the mbers of the church.
It wasn’t sothing we shot first, it was sothing we received to respond to the church’s signal.
“Have you already arrived…?”
Only then did my eyes begin to see the sights around a little more clearly.
In the crucible of chaos where many people are busy running away, there are those who are constantly chasing us and running. Thanks to the magical power flowing from the magic tools, it was easy to notice that they were part of the special operations departnt.
However, they were busy casting unknown signals and magic on Soha, rather than attacking or interfering with .
At first, I wondered if it was a buff, but it didn’t make it stronger or faster. Feeling curious about this, while constantly guiding him, a middle-aged man who, unlike the other special operations departnts, approached him at close range, urgently shouted at him.
“Captain! Wake up! The Order has arrived!”
I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what happened behind the scenes either.
At the unexpected appearance of an ally, the corner of his mouth naturally curled up, and he forced himself to avoid the attack three tis.
Este and I simultaneously captured the montary gap in which the energy that flowed while protecting his body like an iron wall weakened.
There was no need to talk about it. Este and I did what we each had to do, to the point where I thought maybe this mont was through telepathy.
I lowered my stance almost to the point of lying down and swung a large spear with one hand, aiming my sword at the guy who habitually tried to distance himself.
At the sa ti, a huge amount of holy power gathered in Este’s sword body. Soha’s face was stained with astonishnt, as if he felt the charged divine power without a chance to get chills at the tip of a spear that barely passed through his bangs.
[Eat this, you fucking bastard!!]
Unlike the silence until now, the esthetic beam fired with a cry full of resentnt was at best the thickness of my forearm, but the divine power contained in it poured out everything absorbed from Iranorev. It is no exaggeration to say that it was poured.
As soon as I saw that scene, the first thing that ca to my mind was the hydraulic cutter.
An ultra-high-pressure divine cannon that was compressed and compressed as much as possible and fired only with the aim of penetrating.
‘Ah, if this is correct, I’ll be damned.’ At the sa ti as he thought, Soha’s left arm, which was holding the spear, flew off to his shoulder.
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