< Chapter 143: Developnt (3) >
―Damn this chain!
phisto, revealing himself, shattered the chain that had been binding his body into pieces.
Losing its cold gleam, he steps on the restraining tool of the secretary that was shattered and scattered on the floor.
―tatron… damn woman!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ground splits apart like a spider web, and fragnts of the earth scatter in all directions.
A fierce wind pressure pierces directly into my body.
“… Ancestor.”
Perhaps feeling terrified due to his overwhelming presence, Jia called with a trembling voice.
I understand.
The black magic power he is wrapped in instinctively induces fear.
It has nothing to do with strength.
A fragile morale that is eroded by fear, sothing that everyone as a human experiences.
Having to face it up close, it is inevitably frightening.
“Stay behind .”
I stepped forward in front of Jia.
This should slightly reduce the pressure she is feeling.
Indeed, Jia’s expression seed to have relaxed a bit.
―Hahahahaha! tatron! You ended up losing! You! Hahahaha!
But what does he plan to do, continuing like this?
There’s no ti.
―How long are you going to be like that?
I provoked phisto.
―……
phisto’s neck jerked sharply, turning towards .
In an instant, it seed like he recalled my face, as phisto transford into a nacing expression.
―Right. You were there too. The damn bug that obstructed .
Due to phisto’s stomping, a crater was created, and he stepped out from it, stumbling as he approached .
―I montarily forgot because of tatron, but this works out perfectly.
Thud! Thud!
Each ti his massive body slowly moved its steps, the earth trembled.
―It saved the trouble of finding you.
The malicious energy is blocked and circulated by the magical barrier, becoming more vicious as it condenses. The sensation of the person emitting that energy slowly approaching was quite terrifying.
―Bug. What’s with that look?
phisto suddenly narrowed his eyes.
―Don’t tell you think you can beat ? Soone like you? A backup without any engraving, just trash?
Engraving? Backup?
What is he talking about?
phisto burst into laughter.
It was a look that said it was ludicrous.
―Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous! Hahahaha!
It was a mocking laugh.
I sneered.
―If I’m trash, then what does that make you who got sealed away again by that trash? Soone worse than trash?
―…What?
phisto had a special constitution that allowed him to directly feel the thoughts of others.
Thanks to that, even if the languages did not match, he could understand what the other person was saying.
Three months ago, the reason why the conversation between phisto and worked was because of that. phisto could read my thoughts, and I knew the demon race’s language through the knowledge I received from Shin hyung.
He probably took in 100% of my harsh swear words without any filter. Korean swears can be quite spicy.
―Using tatron’s chain to escape a crisis was all you managed, you trashy bastard… Daring to with that big mouth of yours…
It seed like his head heated up all at once, his expression and words beca rougher.
―I won’t kill you nicely. I will kill you very slowly. Torturously kill you…
―Stop spouting crap.
This ti, I sneered in the demon race’s language, not in Korean.
―You…
phisto furrowed his brows.
It was a face wondering how I could use the language of the demon race.
―Why? Are you surprised that I can speak your language?
“……”
phisto, who approached right in front of my nose, stood tall and looked down at .
Indeed, he had a dominating presence.
He was roughly about 7 ters tall.
His red eyes and sharp teeth added to his intimidation.
―You… what exactly are you?
phisto asked with a face as if seeing sothing fascinating.
―Both the aura I feel and the lack of the power of engravings… Clearly a dropout, a backup…
That word again.
Backup.
Lucifer had definitely said sothing similar.
And he said he couldn’t feel the power of the engravings? Engravings. Could he possibly be talking about the mark of Adam?
No, now is not the ti to think about that. I need to focus.
―You. How do you know the demon language?
phisto leaned forward, scrutinizing from a close distance.
―How did you use the constraints of the archangel? How could soone who is not even a part of the heavenly race, let alone an archangel, possibly…
―That’s not for you to know.
I answered, staring straight into his eyes.
―You impudent brat.
phisto furrowed his brows and raised his long hand high.
His nails stretched out long.
He probably intended to use those nails to pierce or hack to pieces.
Since he said he would kill as painfully as possible, he was probably planning to cut off an arm or a leg.
―You will beg to kill you.
The black magical power that was erupting uncontrollably swirled following phisto’s will.
“Ancestor!”
Jia hurriedly took a battle stance in the face of the fierce torrent of magical power.
“It’s okay, proceed according to the plan.”
phisto’s ability, the embodint of evil.
Using the scattered magical power around to attack the enemy or enhance oneself.
It’s a feature sowhat akin to a downgraded version of Lucifer’s omnipotent magic power.
Of course, even being a downgraded version of Lucifer’s, it is still strong.
Sohow dealing with this black magical power is the primary victory condition.
And I have a way to dismantle that black magic power, the embodint of evil.
Pshing-!
Magic concentrated in my eyes, and the pupils split horizontally.
―You…! Those eyes are!
Dragon Eyes.
The eyes of a dragon that pierce through the essence of magic.
―It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I heard it’s the eyes you hate the most.
This is exactly phisto’s weakness
In the original work, phisto had a pathological hatred for fighting dragons.
I can see very well why.
Through the dragon eyes, I can clearly see the weaknesses in the black magic power.
As much as it has a wide range and versatility, it is quite sloppy. phisto’s ability is nothing but prey for the dragon eyes.
However, the problem is that the amount of magical power he holds is overwhelmingly huge.
Countering that magic with my power would be impossible.
Swoooosh-
I spread my angel wings.
The main magical circulation organ of the angel race, which increases the magic rank by one rank.
With this, my magic power is B-rank.
It is a bit regrettable that Si-yeon is not around.
If resonance was activated, it would have been A-rank.
―Even the wings of hypocrites!
phisto’s eyes widened even more.
―How…?
―Do you an holding the traits of both a dragon and an angel being?
I smiled wryly, and from the makeshift forge of the blacksmith, I took out and held the ‘Bloody Sword of Intra-Species Slaughter’.
―Even Vladimir’s sword…
―Ah, was the na of the vampire who used this Vladimir? That’s the first ti I’ve heard of it.
I answered while skillfully swirling the long sword.
―You bastard… what exactly is your identity?
―I told you already, didn’t I?
I gently gripped the longsword and lowered my stance.
―It’s not for you to know.
―This bastard!
phisto growled.
It seems like his anger has reached the tip of his head.
Perfect.
I imdiately leaped forward.
―I won’t let you get away!
phisto attempted to pull in using his black magic power.
Gravitational pull.
Quite an annoying power.
―Think you can catch ?
But as long as I have the ‘Dragon Eyes,’ phisto’s magic power poses no threat at all.
Inverse calculation.
I read phisto’s magical power in reverse and completely dismantled the magic structure.
phisto’s eyes bulged out in shock.
―This is… the true eyes of those damn lizard creatures…
It seems like he realized that my eyes are the real ‘Dragon Eyes’ through that act just now.
By the way, is it okay to stand there so blankly during a battle?
My body beca one with the darkness.
And in the next mont.
―You shouldn’t be distracted.
Whoosh!
I was piercing him with the longsword from behind.
―Damn it! You little…!
phisto turned his body 180 degrees and sent a palm strike flying towards .
But it was in vain.
I had already blended into the darkness and left the spot long ago.
―…Even Vladimir’s ability.
Oh, right on point.
―Ah, speaking of which, you now understand what this sword’s ability is, don’t you?
―Shadow assimilation…
A movent skill akin to teleportation, which allows to move anywhere as long as there is darkness present. Shadow assimilation.
―Not just that.
I raised the ‘Bloody Sword of Intra-Species Slaughter’ which turned into a more vivid crimson color, absorbing phisto’s blood. It shone with a more enchanting color, embracing the moonlight.
―Do you know why this sword is nad ‘Species Slaughter’? Do you understand?
―…
phisto’s expression beca grave.
The owner of this sword, was it Vladimir? He was a heretic among heretics, oddly specialized in hunting only the evil races including demons.
It absolutely wasn’t because he was a good vampire.
It was just because he had to do it.
―Your blood seems quite tasty. I feel much stronger.
A heretic among heretics with a very special ability to beco stronger by consuming his own kind.
A limited trait that only becos stronger when facing his own kind.
Even having an effect that inflicts additional damage to evil.
All of these were embodied in Vladimir.
And the Bloody Sword of Intra-Species Slaughter is an ancient relic that carries Vladimir’s power as it is.
Thanks to this, my physical ability has now risen to a level that can match an A-rank superhuman.
“…”
phisto’s expression beca even graver. He must be thinking about my true identity.
A gap!
―So, during the battle, being distracted…
I rged with the darkness again and attempted to thrust my sword into phisto.
No, I tried to thrust it in.
―Shut up.
phisto swatted away my sword as if it was nothing.
…Without even looking this way?
―Kuk!
I gritted my teeth and increased the distance again.
Magic flow.
phisto was trying to suppress my body using his magic power.
Not a chance!
I imdiately analyzed and dismantled the structure of the magic power using my Dragon Eyes.
That’s when it happened.
―In a battle, you shouldn’t get distracted like that.
Suddenly, phisto, who had approached right in front of , swung his fist. He targeted the gap when I was focused on analyzing the magic power and approached.
―Kuk!
I quickly took a defensive action, bringing the sword to the strike point.
Kaang!
A violent collision sound, unbelievable to be the sound of a fist colliding with a sword, echoed.
―Cough!
My body was flying in the air.
Kwaang!
―Kuluk, kuluk!
Sohow I managed to land on the ground, but the impact was far from slight.
―You vermin… Just because I went a little easy, you try to get up!
phisto, who had suddenly approached again, swung his claws.
―Kuk!
Holding the sword at an angle, I deflected the force of the claws outward.
At the sa ti, I rotated my body, absorbing the remaining shock.
Kwaang!
I avoided the following punch using shadow assimilation.
Kraaak!
As soon as I finished moving, phisto’s black magic pressed down on .
‘Gravity magic!’
Thud,
Under the horrendous pressure, I unwittingly found myself kneeling.
But it was not unbearable.
My dragon eyes completely nullified phisto’s magic.
It’s already the third reverse calculation.
―Kuek.
With my freed body, I surveyed my surroundings. Where is he?
―!
I felt malevolence from above my head.
It was the demonic tribe’s special ability, the power to detect evil intentions.
Instantly, I took flight.
Utilizing Heavenly Wings, I even added acceleration.
Kwaang!
A deafening explosion sounded where I had originally been standing as sothing crashed down.
―Whether it’s the eyes of a lizard, Vladimir’s sword, or the wings of hypocrites. It all ans nothing.
Through the dust, phisto’s red pupils glaringly shone.
―You cannot beat , you insect!
phisto pressured again using his dark magic.
I imdiately utilized the dragon eyes to perform a reverse calculation, but I couldn’t fully block phisto’s attack, who seized the opportunity.
Even if I sohow managed to dodge, I couldn’t completely nullify the subsequent wave of his dark magic.
The battle was a repetition of this.
The difference in abilities.
My reverse calculation speed couldn’t keep up with the speed of phisto’s magic invocation.
My physical speed couldn’t match phisto’s.
The only thing superior about were my eyes.
―You have pitiful abilities, waste!
It was a vicious cycle created as a result of this.
But not only that.
phisto was vastly superior, to a degree where resistance was futile.
From the get-go, phisto was known to have the highest defense among the known demons.
Not to ntion his healing ability.
Although I had divine power, phisto had natural healing abilities.
Our endurance was different.
In a prolonged battle, I was overwhelmingly disadvantaged.
Above all,
The word “prolonged battle” did not exist for .
‘About 8 seconds left, roughly.’
There were less than 10 seconds left to use the Bloody Sword of Intra-Species Slaughter.
―You can never beat !
phisto taunted.
I retorted with a smirk.
―I know. I can’t beat you.
As it stands, I could never win.
Yes.
In this 1:1 battle,
In this current state, that is.
―But you, aren’t you forgetting sothing?
Dodging phisto’s punch, I raised the corner of my lips.
―What nonsense are you…
Whether he was dumb or my provocation worked well, I didn’t know.
But I didn’t expect things to go this smoothly.
Whoosh-
The wind blew.
A refreshing wind.
A beautiful whirlwind that shone green.
―What is this…!
Only realizing now, phisto’s eyes widened in surprise.
―It seems like you ignored it as nothing serious, because it was trembling behind . That was a big mistake.
The wind was swirling, gathering in one place.
―Jia is stronger than .
A giant wind nad an arrow.
It was hooked on Jia’s bowstring.
Bang!
Jia released her hand from the bowstring.
The wind blew.
A wind comparable to a typhoon.
An arrow that seed like a condensed typhoon itself.
Wind arrow
It flew towards phisto with a clear intent to kill.
―This re thing!
phisto shouted, blocking the arrow. Even though it was an arrow that Jia had charged up for a minute, it seed it was still too much to handle phisto.
‘Can’t help it.’
Preparing for when I couldn’t bring him down with this thod.
Transitioning to phase 2.
Zzzt-
Sparks flew from the Bloody Sword of Intra-Species Slaughter.
A minute had passed.
[Error!]
Imdiately after confirming the error,
I put the Blood Sword into the forge.
And then.
―What is that…!
Looking at the astonished phisto.
―It’s a nostalgic spear, isn’t it?
I took out and held Michael’s holy spear.
< Chapter 143: Developnt (3) > End
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