Episode 172. Demon King vs. Apostle of Justice (1)
Of course, I couldn’t help but think he was dead.
When we think of the words endless cliff, the word that comes to mind is cliff, and we all probably think that cliff means death.
If there was a river flowing underneath it instead of the ground, there might be some chance of survival.
But underneath there was neither floor nor river, only ‘death’ itself emerging from the darkness.
Sticky sticky-
It was my first time falling off a cliff. Just surrendering to gravity made it seem like forgotten memories were flashing through my mind.
I’ve been in a lot of crisis situations before, but this is the first time. I could really feel that I was on the verge of death.
Directly direct-
In the midst of all this, I start to imagine something really absurd.
What if there is a cave hidden inside the cliff and a wonderful coincidence lies within it?
Is there a teacher, is there an elixir, is there a secret book…
Why am I suddenly thinking of this?
Is it because the novel I read in the past is still engraved in my mind?
Sticky sticky-
“I’m crazy. What the heck….”
The creative work has been completed, but what good will it do if something like a coincidence at the bottom of a cliff occurs?
To be honest, I feel a surge of resentment.
Directly direct-
“By the way… John X is hot.”
Actually, he’s not dead yet.
Because right before I fell off the cliff, black feathers appeared and offered my body.
During that gap, I took out the ‘Raindrops of Manyeong’ and sprayed them on the wound on my chest and the puncture wound on my thigh, feeling a stinging sensation.
Fortunately, the bleeding stopped, but further recovery seemed like it would take time.
I was able to survive thanks to Aisha barely manifesting some of it, but instead, I saw terrible things below.
“What the heck is that disgusting thing?”
『To put it simply, I would say it is death itself.』
What I’m seeing and talking about now was the edge of a cliff.
But there was no floor in sight, and only rotten, torn hands were writhing around.
They appeared as if they had been ripped from the bodies of zombies, rising from the bottom of the cliff, pointing their fingers and waving their wrists in a grotesque manner.
“I guess he really likes you. He’s openly telling you to come over here.”
“Go and tell them not to get sick.”
“I can’t talk to those things.”
A person who is so resentful that he will do anything to drag the living to the afterlife.
It was like seeing a water ghost from a fantasy horror movie, or the hand of hell.
It seemed like their hands were gradually rising and getting closer.
I wanted to push Aisha up right away, but she couldn’t move any further.
`This is fucking bullshit.`
Even the fishing line connected to Ruthie’s wrist had snapped at some point.
The power of Rosaria that he held in his hand would have been enough to cut Leviathan’s fishing line.
This is a mess. Considering that the wielder of that holy sword can control the spirits with his will, he must be destroyed.
But I don’t have enough strength to go up, so I can only wait to be dragged down.
Even though the bleeding has stopped, climbing the cliff is difficult because of my thigh.
“Are you going to give up just because of that?”
Then someone whispered in my head. It was the same conversational wave as Muto, but the voice was different.
It was the voice of a young girl, and it was Aisha, the spirit who had made a contract with me, in addition to Muto.
“Aisha? You were always quiet, unlike Muto, and now you’re talking to me.”
『In a situation like this, shouldn’t you say something?』
I’m speechless because that’s not a wrong statement. It would be quite disappointing to remain quiet in a situation where you might die.
“Radon Crowler, you are too weak right now. If I were a better shaman, I would have used my wings to get off this cliff.”
“….“
“This is the boundary line of life and death. If you hold this hand, your consciousness will disappear into the crossroads of death.”
The aura of death felt between the shaking hands.
You can feel the desperate longing of the spirit king who lost his daughter and became a loser.
That intense resentment is what summons up the gates of the afterlife.
“This is actually an opportunity. You can strengthen your main force there.”
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[Clear Conditions]
-Achieve 80 or more power gauge (achieved!)
– Make a contract with two or more Lords (Achievement!)
-What must be accomplished at the boundary between life and death when changing jobs
-You must never lose your mind
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Yeah, actually I never forgot that either.
Since coming to this realm, people around me have often said things like this isn’t this world, or that it’s the border between this world and the next.
That’s why the previous missions came to mind on their own, but I was wondering why not all of the clear conditions were met.
The remaining two that were not `achieved`. This area is said to be the borderline, but where is it?
I just found out about it now.
“It’s life or death after all.”
“good luck.”
The feathers that supported me are gone.
Gravity takes over my body again, guiding me through the clutches of hell.
As one of those hands grabbed me as if to say, something changed.
My consciousness suddenly wavered, all the strength in my body sank, and I was overcome by an unpleasant feeling as if I was having a nightmare.
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[Clear Conditions]
-Achieve 80 or more power gauge (achieved!)
– Make a contract with two or more Lords (Achievement!)
-What you must accomplish at the borderline between life and death when changing jobs (achieve!)
-Never lose your mind (in progress…)
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Since reason has not yet taken flight, there are changes in the visible window.
He just achieved one by getting his hands on it and is said to be working on the last remaining condition.
I was curious as to why he was losing his mind, and I quickly found out why.
[The erosion of dead thoughts will continue for the next 30 minutes.]
[If you hold out until then, your job change will be completed.]
And as my vision blurred, countless hands began to devour me, trying to drag me to hell.
30 minutes.
And that was the moment when time began.
To fight against the idea that seeks to erase our personality as a ‘human being’.
“…!”
An explosion of beast-like instinct came from something that was in my pocket.
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“The captain is alive!”
“Deal with the sinners with this momentum!”
The morale of the soldiers who saw Ruthie climbing up from the cliff exploded.
They had no hesitation whatsoever in participating in the murder of young students.
Rather, there was no wavering in the ranks because the soldiers agreed with Ruth’s ideas.
“I hope you are safe, Captain.”
“Yeah, I almost got swallowed by that hand down there.”
If there was a fishing line tied to my hand, I cut it with Rosaria’s blade. Then I stuck the sword into the cliff and climbed up to get here.
Because he had fallen for a moment, the spirits were stopped for a while. In the meantime, the enemy counterattacked, and their numbers were greatly reduced.
“Just buy me five minutes until I can focus my mind on Rosaria again.”
“yes!”
Ruthie put back on the weapons he had dropped on the floor a moment ago and sat down to concentrate.
Then, the situation of war came into view, and in particular, I noticed the senior cadets fighting to protect their younger juniors.
A scene that makes you think that even villains have a sense of loyalty. However, Ruthie is a being who is incapable of such natural thoughts.
`They neglect their younger juniors and only focus on themselves! How can they be so cruel! I can’t believe that this society of villains exists!`
Thoughts are up to one’s own discretion.
But that never gets fixed.
Only a thought once made up is true and innocent.
Even if that thought involved sacrificing others.
`But why aren’t the snipers coming?`
The sniper shot that had pierced the brown-haired student’s thigh a moment ago would now be positioned above Tritan’s head.
Given the circumstances, why didn’t they fire a single shot? And it seemed like there wasn’t a single student in sight.
Meanwhile, on top of Tritan’s head were knights lying prone and holding crossbows.
They aimed for Trisha’s head while laughing, but failed to fire.
Phew!-
“Ewwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The sniper fell under Tritan’s head after being hit by a sudden flying fist.
The one who threw that punch was none other than Bayman, who could disappear at any moment. He struck with an iron arm made through alchemy.
“Don’t hide and pretend you don’t have a presence.”
Bayman noticed the sniper’s path and moved to that location.
With Heidern’s help, I was able to teleport above Tritan’s head and spot the sniper who was there.
“But how do I get this down?”
But I didn’t think about what would happen next.
“Five minutes have passed.”
The moment Ruthie stood up again, the spirits began to move.
Since they were soldiers, they were able to do well, but if spirits of higher classes also come out, things will become a headache.
Even Tritan, when he moved his huge body, caused an earthquake of his own accord, and they were left dumbfounded.
“Sinners! Be judged!”
Lutis raises his sword and commands the spirits.
As the power gap grew overwhelmingly larger again, Tariel could not help but despair.
I don’t know about anything else, but even if that giant spirit joins forces with Heidern, it’s not guaranteed victory.
The shadow of the giant hand fell over Tariel’s head, and the hand began to fall.
“Stop!! Aren’t we important to you!”
A gust of wind blew as Tritan’s hand barely stopped.
Even though he was faced with an intimidating force befitting its size, Heidern stepped forward with his whole body.
Unexpectedly, Tritan’s crushing stopped.
In fact, it is not surprising… because the purpose of the Knights Templar is to ‘capture’ prisoners.
“It would be especially difficult if I died!”
“Hmm… Then let’s do it like this!”
Tritan’s green eyes flashed and vines began to grow around them.
The vines, which moved as if alive, moved like snakes, wrapping themselves around Heidern’s body and pulling him out.
The other monsters were also caught in the vines and moved to safety.
“Oh my…! It’s too hard!”
“Tritan is Shaikar’s direct subordinate. No matter how much of a flying and crawling wizard you are, you will never be able to break his bonds.”
Heidern deploys all kinds of magic circles even though he is defenseless.
Even though he could perform various powerful magics without using his hands, it was impossible for him to cut the vines imbued with Tritan’s power.
Booooooo-
As the giant palm flew towards him again, Tariel grabbed his spear.
He tries to endure the pain he feels from being hit by an arrow in his shoulder and fight back, but all he sees is darkness.
To catch it, all four priests from the past must gather together.
But what can I do now that I’m older and have become inferior?
Even if you call those friends, they don’t show up. They no longer exist in the world at the moment they are killed by the Demon King.
At that time, Tariel, who had survived alone in a cowardly manner, felt guilty.
I barely managed to survive with the help of those three, but there was nothing I could do here.
Kugugugugu-
The moment I felt helpless, a shadow of my arm appeared.
I closed my eyes, wondering if I would be crushed in the darkness where the light was blocked.
but…
Kwakwakwang!-
Suddenly my hand burst.
An explosion occurred in the palm of his hand, which was as large as a village, and fragments fell everywhere.
The light came on again.
But who on earth did it?
“That’s enough. You fought well.”
Whether they were allies or enemies, they stopped fighting because of the unexpected.
The spirits were the same, and even Rutis’s face, which had always looked like a warrior, became distorted.
“Everyone, please step back.”
Suddenly my body feels floaty.
Not only Tariel, but all the mercenaries, the academy students, and even Bayman who was on top of Tritan’s head were all lifted up by the psychic power.
They all flew to the safe place where the prisoners were tied up. Was there ever a wizard who could move so many people with telekinesis?
“I’ll take care of everything now.”
A young wizard appeared.
Although she had the build of a child, she was a girl who was only a year older than the mature Trisha.
Mary Ludciel. Her pink hair was reminiscent of a peach blossom, but there was something growing underneath it.
It was a horn.
And then wings sprouted from his back.
The sharp horns and devil-shaped wings that symbolize the leader of the Demon Tribe.
That fact would have been quickly noticed by someone like Tariel or Heidern.
In particular, Tariel had seen it thirty years ago.
It was the same as the demon that had brutally taken the lives of his comrades.
The girl looked this way as nightmares from the past came to mind at that sight.
“…!”
The moment our eyes met, my vision suddenly went dark.
The same was true for everyone else besides Tariel.
But the girl’s face, filled with tears and looking embarrassed, was not forgotten even as she lost consciousness.
Surviving as an Academy Fraudster
