Episode 27
The time of sunset.
The streets, which would normally be filled with the laughter of citizens at the end of the day, were filled with only shouts and roars.
"Hurry up! This is it. Hurry up!"
"Gather all the troops with the minimum number of troops left! He is a warlock. I found the warlock!"
"What about wizard support? Not yet!"
Soldiers rushing towards the scene where the dust clouds have not yet disappeared, and citizens fleeing from the commotion.
Through the broken door, there was a man staring blankly at the scene.
"It's completely ruined..."
I didn't know what happened, but the priests and knights of the church rushed in. It was reasonable to say that the connection with the royal family that had been created at best had become completely useless.
"Ha, haha...."
Even as he spat out a hollow laugh, Dahan's eyes never caught his attention.
On the contrary, my eyes were gradually closing. The reason was simple.
The bridge crushed by the fragments of the collapsed building, and the large amount of blood flowing from it.
Was it because of the lack of blood that Dahan's body was trembling more and more? Or was it because of the cold wind blowing from somewhere?
"Considering the commotion outside, it would be impossible to hope that someone would save you."
He gave up quickly and closed his eyes.
"I'm upset."
Just as I was about to fall into a long sleep that I didn't know when I would wake up, I heard a voice right nearby.
Dahan struggled to open his eyes with a somewhat familiar feeling. What caught in the blurred vision was someone's back.
It was a man with long hair that reached down to his waist.
"I can't believe it's collapsing like this. It was a building that was quite painstakingly obtained."
“… Who, Gu?"
"Don't you recognize me? This is sad. Still, I remember that we were quite close at one point."
The long-haired man turned and said:
His face was not clearly visible due to the backlight, but only his exaggerated gestures and voice were conveyed as if he were in a play.
"You... Simon?"
The man didn't affirm it, just laughed it off, and then asked.
"Do you want to live?"
“… Save me, if you ask... Will you save me?"
Dahan knew that it couldn't be.
What he did to Simone was that he had nothing to say even if he killed her right away.
However, Simone ignored her earnest voice and only spoke out of the blue, looking somewhere beyond the collapsed wall.
"Hmm, after all, Master. You're doing it hot. It's a pity that I can't see it up close."
“… Master?"
Simone shook her head, as if she had come to her senses at Dahan's words.
"It's nothing. Yes, I asked if you would spare me, right? Of course, I don't want to. I can save you according to your answer."
Dahan thought coldly about whether Simone could save him.
There is no way he can use healing magic. However, if he had a huge fortune for a while, who knows if he would have hidden one or two effective potions.
The moment he reached that point, Dahan used all his remaining strength and shouted.
"Live, save me! I want to live. I don't want to die!"
"If you let me live, what are you going to give me?"
Simone asked with a suspicious smile.
I could feel my body gradually losing strength, but the other person was relaxed. Dahan couldn't help but feel urgent.
"Anything! I'll give you anything. Whether it's the money I took or the top! Even my sister if you want..."
"Whatever. You like. I'll save you. Oh, I have a lot of affection for you, so I'll give you some advice."
The man took off his glasses and continued to speak softly.
"When you make a deal with the devil, you have to be careful."
"Devil...? What is that?"
It feels like the noise around me is moving away for a while.
But the man didn't speak anymore.
* * *
The world screams.
In the blazing flames, Dunkale, the commander of the Holy Knights, must have felt that way.
He could be sure.
In the past few weeks, it has never been wrong to follow the trail of the warlock to the capital.
His loyalty to the goddess was right.
"It's been a long time. Breathing in the air of Middle-earth."
The commander clearly knew what he could see through the dark blue flames.
"It's still very unpleasant."
Even as he spoke, the wounds left on the man's body were quickly erased.
It wasn't just the body. As if turning back time, the torn clothes and the broken sickle were like new.
The appearance that could only be described as amazing, the commander could not control his trembling body. There was no doubt about it. I was able to say with certainty because I witnessed the battle firsthand even from a distance.
The one who is extremely beautiful, and even more ugly.
A person who is nobler than any other bloodline, and whose very existence is ungodly.
"Ma, king...!"
The Demon King's head tilted stiffly at the sound of a beastly howl.
"Do you know me?"
"Ugh, Ugh...."
It wasn't because of fear. It was because of joy.
During the Great War, the subjugation of the demon world. Every moment when a warrior appears from nowhere and takes the lead in every battle, slashes the demon king, and monopolizes the favor of the goddess.
As the leader of the Holy Knights, who are praised as the sword of the goddess, he remembered how helpless he was.
"I will kill you and exalt the honor of the goddess!"
It was definitely the Demon King. But it feels different from what I saw in the demon world.
"I don't know how he survived, but he probably couldn't recover from the damage he suffered to the warrior."
He was not interested in the honor that would go to the one who defeated the Demon King. He only hoped that he could get a little bit of the goddess's attention.
But.
"You're telling an interesting story. Is there anything called honor in that vulgar thing?"
A sneer formed at the corner of the Demon King's mouth, and the Knight Commander felt that his body trembling had completely stopped.
In its place, there was enormous anger.
"How dare you insult the goddess!"
With an anger that he had never felt in his life, the Knight Commander rushed in.
Several times more power than usual.
The relic he took out changed the surrounding environment appropriately, and the archbishop's prayer amplified his holy power.
Anyone now. He was confident that even the legendary dragon would be cut down at once.
“…!”
The movement of the scythe in the Demon King's hand deflected the sword. The blow that was considered a special move was too easily in vain.
"Do you want to punish me? But I mean."
The Knight Commander did not panic and tried to continue the attack again, but before he knew it, he could not easily pull out the sword stuck between the blade and the blade.
"It's now! attack...!"
"How can it be? While you were chattering, all your men were burned."
The Knight Commander, who belatedly looked around at the Demon King's words, saw the Archbishop struggling to hold on among the people completely burned by the dark blue flames.
"More, Sir Duncale..."
"Archbishop!"
"Don't worry. … can hold on. The Lord must quickly kill the devil..."
The overflowing flames obscured the archbishop's appearance.
"Demon King...!"
The Templar Commander shouted for his throat to be torn apart and drew his sword.
Even as his anger was engulfed in anger, there was not a single question in his mind.
'With this level of fire, I can't be safe either. But why? Why can't you feel the slightest heat?'
With all kinds of spells and blessings in the armor, I didn't think I would be able to withstand it, but some damage was unavoidable.
Still, I didn't even feel the heat, and what does it mean that my breathing is also comfortable?
"Are you curious?"
As if he had seen through his question, the demon king asked in a whisper.
"Who do you think will listen to you!"
"Originally, I wanted to kill him in one fell swoop. But isn't there a person who tells quite an interesting story?"
The Knight Commander shouted with his sword, but the Demon King did not listen and continued his words.
"It's just a short entertainment. I have something to say to the guy who is watching this situation through you."
"What...?"
The song resounded.
Even the Knight Commander, who could not see the souls in the first place, could see them, and countless souls were screaming and rushing in.
It was easy to guess its identity. They were the souls of soldiers and paladins who were burned to death in the flames caused by the demon king.
"Are you watching? Heaven. I'm back."
Sensing who he was talking to, the Knight Commander gritted his teeth. Immediately afterwards, he could feel a huge amount of sexual power pouring out that he had never felt before.
"Goddess!"
He felt his body being ruined by the power he could not handle, but the Knight Commander didn't care at all.
Only at this moment.
He was thrilled that the goddess was looking at him, so he focused on burning himself even more.
The holy power that covered his whole body took on a physical form and began to rampage. A shape that can be called an aura in itself, beyond common sense.
'I've never seen anything like this from that hero. If this is the case, I will also kill the Demon King...'
However, instead of backing down, the Demon King erased the smile on his lips and frowned in displeasure.
"After all, that voyeurism is still there."
"Die!"
In the midst of rushing at the Demon King, the Knight Commander's sexual power was once again greatly amplified.
'This holy power...'
The holy power of the archbishop. He had disregarded his own life and passed on all his holy power.
“… This must be a bit dangerous."
The strengthened body moved at a tremendous speed and rushed at the Demon King. However, what became even faster than that was the Knight Commander's consciousness.
In a world where even the raging flames seemed to have stopped, the Templar Commander paradoxically felt cold.
"Bingling."
The moment he came to his senses, an ice monster was placed in front of him.
"Uh, how can this be..."
It was screaming and blocking the Commander's attack.
Of course, it was also invincible, and it quickly melted and its size decreased. The soul that had been hovering around the demon king seemed to gradually recover as it dwelled, but he also soon reached his limit.
All that remains at the end of the Templar Commander's sword is a small ice cube.
The moment I realized that it was exactly the same shape that the top stock of the Golden Star was trying to keep.
"Ugh, it's a waste."
What was he talking about? The demon king with his tongue picked up the ice cubes and put them in his arms. At the same time, the flames that burned around were completely extinguished.
'It's now...!'
The Demon King's power must have been exhausted by blocking the attack just now.
Even though he encountered obstacles in the middle and his strength was greatly reduced, he still had enough sexual power left in his body. Judging this, the Knight Commander's sword cut the Demon King's throat.
The Demon King fell with blood scattered.
The vision of the smiling goddess seemed to appear in front of me. Soon the commander realized that it was not a mistake.
'The goddess personally dedicated herself to this place to praise the merit of defeating the Demon King...!'
The goddess, scattering pure white brilliance, slowly approached with open arms. The Commander threw down his weapon and tried to embrace him with tears of joy.
But I couldn't.
"Did you expect it?"
A blade piercing the chest.
What the Templar Commander greeted was cold metal, not the warm embrace of the goddess.
The Knight Commander turned his head with difficulty. His hardened throat was broken, but he could see who had stabbed him.
"Why did you think the goddess would embrace you?"
The Demon King, who must have been cut to death by the sword, said with a sneer from the Knight Commander.
The commander of the knights, unable to hold on, knelt down on the spot. There was enough sexual power to restore the body, but the body that began to collapse was only further damaged by the sexual power.
"Deceiving the enemy is one of the devil's few pleasures."
Slowly, the commander's body burned.
As he writhed in pain and died, only the creepy devil's laughter echoed in his ears.
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