72 – Corruption (4)

The mobilization of the Knights was made, and just because he was the Crown Prince did not mean that he was able to recklessly stop what the Knights Commander was determined to do.

Even with obstacles, the Golden Knights eventually made their way to the city.

“Then Bishop.”

In the meantime, the warrior asked the bishop something he couldn’t understand.

It was burdensome to have the second Transcendentalist in the kingdom, but I had to take it out.

“If you become a Transcendentalist, isn’t it something you can solve by yourself?”

“Heh heh, I don’t have that much power.”

Although he was young, he was older than anyone else.

The bishop touches his beard, which is no longer white.

“In a way, the direction was wrong. As I put all my transcendent powers into observation and prediction of the future, I gained nothing in the direction of force.”

“…Then what brought my sword to that point?”

“It is basically possible. I was able to handle it because I was a warrior, but if it was another paladin, I would not have been able to withstand that level of holy power and my body would have been damaged. Neither do I.”

The warrior sighed lightly.

I thought I had a strong ally, but the bishop could not be seen as an ordinary transcendentalist.

It’s not that it doesn’t help.

The symbolism of the transcendental person itself is also great, and the foresight ability of the bishop is obviously a great advantage.

However, it is regrettable for the warrior who expected only one mighty force.

“Then what will happen next?”

I asked what I was most curious about.

To the warrior’s opinion, the departure time had already been missed.

Even if you see the delay in moving this much manpower, it will barely arrive until the middle of the night.

“Most of the work must have been done already.”

“You are late.”

If I had known it would be like this, I would have joined and reached the city long ago.

As he blamed himself like that, the bishop shook his head.

“Fine. It’s not that the hero’s role is denied at all. At least the Knights are needed to clear things up.”

“…I don’t think it matters.”

“Just because you’re a hero, you don’t have to fight ahead in the center of enemy lines unconditionally.”

The bishop comforted the hero, but the hero’s heart was still heavy.

She is a warrior, and should be everyone’s hope and help.

But if it’s too late, is there really any value in the existence of a hero?

In the meantime, I was curious.

If it’s already over, how did this happen?

First of all, it seemed that the future where the black pagoda lord would annihilate the entire city was not.

If that were the case, the bishop would not have shown such a peaceful appearance.

“Then Bishop, what will become of the city?”

“I don’t know. There is a possibility that it has spread in many directions, so it is not known what the conclusion will be after it is over.”

“Is that so… .”

In the end, you have to go and see it with your own two eyes.

How many died, and what conclusions her comrades reached.

Riding on a rocking wagon.

I waited, holding back the desire to run alone even now.

It was her duty to pull the wagon.

**

Asher exclaimed with full concern.

I can’t stand to see his depravity any longer.

Even if killing the demon right now is the most important thing.

I shouted because I didn’t know what would happen if I left it like that.

I couldn’t make him die more.

“Stop it, Argal!”

“…”

As he met his gaze, Asher felt more tense in his heart.

he’s not the usual

He wasn’t the one who laughed at Asher when he did something stupid and felt at ease when she hugged him.

Above all else, Asher, who was quite shocked by Argal’s cold-blooded expression, spoke earnestly.

“Argal, that’s enough. Wouldn’t it be better to just run away?”

“For what?”

Argal looked away and looked at the demons who were taking care of the shattered Vassago.

“I can win, so why run?”

“Now, because your condition is strange!”

“It’s strange.”

Argal smiled.

It wasn’t the usual natural smile.

It was a smile that felt like something bizarre.

Asher is not the only one who felt a sense of alienation.

Both Raeli and Vesiah knew that Argal was becoming strange.

“I’m in the best condition right now.”

“Argal, I’ll let go of the fact that you’re immortal right now. There are many things I want to argue with, but the most important thing is your current state.”

Bessia still pondered without rest.

Should I resent him for not revealing that he was immortal or not for making me suffer?

But there was something more important now.

Even though he was an immortal, he saved her.

I couldn’t stand to see such a savior gradually distorted by death.

Raeli also helped.

“That, so! Wouldn’t the demons be able to leave on their own if it got to this point?”

Argal laughed at Raeli’s words.

“Will the demons really get away with that? You don’t know too much about demons.”

As he looked away, bubbles bubbled from Vassago’s shattered flesh, regenerating her body.

That doesn’t mean that she did a perfect recovery, but she took on a form closer to a demon than a human.

Received a fatal blow, and fell one notch.

Even after recovering his body, Vassago screamed several times before finally coming to his senses.

[Heo-eok, heo-eok, what the hell are you.]

“The Undead.”

[Being an Undead doesn’t mean you can gain combat experience with demons… .]

puff-!

“noisy.”

Argal mercilessly struck off the demon’s head once more.

But fundamentally, I know you can’t kill it this way.

It is possible to use high-difficulty black magic while fully in contact.

Vassago restored his head again.

[You are so proud! No matter how immortal he is, can he win in front of three demons?]

In addition to Vassago, who was still feeling confident, Marmas, who had regenerated his own arm, was also gnashing his teeth.

The three demons were unbroken and showed full hostility towards Argal.

I’m sure I’ll have to kill one, but the end will be in sight.

“Should I still stop?”

When Argal asked, they couldn’t think of anything to say.

What was more urgent was to deal with the devil.

I chose to be on the sidelines, but no one knew what the end of that madness would be like.

Even so, I had the fleeting hope that it would come back in time.

This soon became the worst choice.

**

I feel like I’m on drugs.

The pain subsided, and the near-slaughter clash with the devil gradually left my head suspended in the air.

Gradually, it returns to the past.

don’t know that

But it was rather comfortable.

All worries and worries are gone.

Madness made me gradually fall into a leader from whom I could not escape.

I know it shouldn’t be like this.

However, my feelings welcomed the return of madness more than anything else.

died several times

As if the devil didn’t get tired of it, he poured out his power without rest to kill me and seal me.

Even though the head was smashed, adrenaline was secreted rather than pain, leading the body to more excitement and tension.

Even if you lead your body to its limits with black magic, you will immediately be revived and your damaged physical strength and body will be restored.

Suddenly.

The blood that flowed from the fight between just four people soaked the floor.

Due to the excessive destruction of their bodies, they could no longer maintain their human form, so the demons took the form of a lion, horse, and bat, respectively.

I held on to my confused yet clear mind and raised the dagger.

I definitely had a lot of magic, but I gradually realized that it was lacking.

I know that the power used in the case of transcendence is even more overwhelming.

So I was even more thirsty.

You can rampage like this with only one immediate resurrection, but if you reach transcendence, you can use the power you dealt with in the past prime time.

But to reach transcendence, you have to kill people.

It is possible only if one city is completely annihilated.

But you shouldn’t kill people… .

“Why not?”

If you think about it, did you really need to save it?

Even if the people here die anyway, what will happen?

It wouldn’t be that the demon king would become stronger.

No, there will be minor problems.

I turned my gaze and looked at the girls with shocked expressions on their faces.

They probably won’t welcome my judgment.

maybe block it

They worked hard to save them.

Apparently, life was worthless to me, and it was okay if I could become my helper by saving it.

…But is the helper right?

Isn’t that just a lump of luggage?

Even now, it hasn’t been very helpful in fighting demons.

Was it necessary to save them?

By the time I heard such a serious question.

It didn’t take long to come to a conclusion.

In the past and now, being alone was comfortable.

Wouldn’t it be enough for me alone to kill the Demon King?

It’s not just the city.

The capital, the surrounding kingdoms, and many people are all killed.

If we can gather demons that can crush the transcendentalists residing in the demon castle, even the demon king will be helpless.

If you do that, the demon king will die.

It is the completion of revenge.

It is my goal, and the purpose I have staked all my life on.

And at the same time, it’s a question.

…then what remains.

there will be nothing left

But enough.

That’s what I thought.

once before that.

“We have to deal with the devil first.”

A large stallion came running toward me, scraping wildly at its hooves.

Demons have already reached their limit.

Unlike me, where everything is restored when I die, the cost of demons was considerable.

Every time his body was smashed, his rank fell, and he was gradually losing even his proper power and reason.

something strange

I feel like you are like me

This is the final collision.

Leaping lightly, he pierced the horse’s head with a dagger, and then cut the whole body to pieces.

After dismantling the flesh like that, he annihilated the demon with the black magic he had prepared.

Gamigin could no longer exist in this world as a demon.

[Hee hee hee!]

His form collapsed with a short scream.

Next, a bat bigger than a human body raised its claws and tried to grab me.

As if I had the minimum amount of reason left, I stood still with powerful powers mobilized.

However, as soon as the stopped body was smashed by the claws of the bat, it was resurrected and tore the bat’s wings apart with a dagger.

[Keee!]

It also gave rest to the bats swaying on the floor.

I looked again.

At least there were demons with a bit of reason left.

Marvas.

The being took human form again, consuming the remains of the demon’s death.

“You are cowardly.”

[This, I don’t intend to die fleetingly against a monster I can’t defeat.]

Marvas hurriedly ran away, but I let him go.

If Marvas is killed, all the demons that will make the Black Tower Master’s soul suffer will die.

Unless you’re a transcendent anyway, you don’t even have the ability to catch a demon that runs away.

After the battle, reality returns.

The foul smell of blood spread all over her body.

The mixture of my blood and the devil’s blood is pretty nasty.

Close your eyes for a moment to suppress mental fatigue.

I couldn’t fall yet.

“The Great Devil.”

[Called.]

According to the contract, instant resurrection lasts about a day.

But my plan took more time than that.

I decided to become a transcendentalist.

You need more blood.

…Any indefinite contract would be fine.

Because the Great Devil always offered generous conditions.

The Prime Devil knew what I wanted and made a contract for me.

A black ominous piece of paper appeared.

It is a contract to use when you risk your soul against the devil.

However, the Great Devil offered a black contract without trading souls.

Come to think of it, even at that time, I put up a black contract.

It was strange to see it now, but in the past, I did not know that there was something contradictory in the lack of knowledge of black magic.

After reading the contract, I had to kill my precious thing as before.

I think so.

What are my precious things?

The family you killed in the past?

Or Bescia, Fran, who risked her life to save her?

Or Changsung who tried to change my mind?

Raeli, who was stabbed with a sword instead to save me, an immortal?

The Sword Saint who changes my mind and helps me on my journey?

…The hero who brought me back and stopped my madness for a while?

After much thought, he reached out his hand.

When I thought about what was precious, there were many things that came to my mind, but I didn’t feel anything.

Nothing was valuable to me.

Kwak-

And, the one who held my hand.

gloomy black eyes.

Purple hair tangled in a mess.

And there are endless tears in those eyes.

It was creativity.