284 – Into the Ice Grave
They say leaving home is hard work, and that’s exactly right. The man once called the Demon King returned to his home, forcing his motionless body to move.
Only a huge pit was visible where the house used to be. The Demon King stared at the deep, deep pit. It was so deep that even he could not see the bottom.
The North Pole Fortress disappeared without a trace. It melted without a single piece of ice remaining. Although Bimoah was nowhere to be seen, the Demon King roughly guessed the outcome. He could never have been safe as he used his own body as a gun barrel to release the heat needed to create a hole of this size in this Arctic…
“There is only one dragon.”
His gaze turned to the dragon that had crashed on the ice. He wasn’t dead, but he was charred, and smoke rose from every inch of his body. He had probably fainted and showed no signs of waking up.
Because it was originally a black dragon, it may be fortunate that there was no significant change in its appearance even though it became pitch black. The Demon King easily reached next to it. He just stared at the dragon that was dozens of times bigger than him.
“One half-dragon.”
In the distance, Yanid also fell to the ground, completely injured, and fainted. Even if they are in perfect condition, they are no match for him. Now that he has been roasted and lost his mind, his life could really be taken away with just a wave of his hand. You can take his life and place it on Bimoah’s ancestral rite table.
“And are you left?”
However, it did not happen. Instead he shifted his gaze. Even though her body was clearly not stronger than that of a dragon, he saw a girl who did not faint even when the dragon fainted.
Even though her legs felt shaky and she was barely able to stand using her sword as a walking stick, she was still able to withstand Bemore’s beam of light.
He endured the rays fired in exchange for his life.
It is certainly a great achievement.
But even so, he is not his opponent.
“And so…”
This is true even when everything is perfect, and it is even more so now. The power of the beam that Bimoa shoots out at the cost of destroying lives is certainly great, but she would have been able to block it without much difficulty. There were eight ways to do that.
The little wolf probably knew that, but even so, instead of defeat, his eyes showed the will to fight. Without bending his tail, the wolf slowly pulled out his sword and pointed it at himself. But I couldn’t help my trembling legs. Just sending out the light was already too much.
“I can’t see one person. “Where did he go?”
However, the Demon King’s attitude against him is to simply show his composure and take a backseat. The Demon King looked around to find the person he was originally looking for, but he could not find him. I can only judge that the little wolf must have fallen into it, seeing as he was looking into the hole with blank eyes.
“Is it really that place?”
It was enough to just ask and wink at the pit. There was no need to hear an answer. That wolf kid must not be good at lying, because he was looking at himself with his face completely white.
If a person falls into a place like that and falls, they usually cannot survive. It was no wonder that his entire body was crushed. But he can’t be sure of anything until he sees it with his own eyes.
The Demon King, who was about to turn his head and go into the pit, stopped for a moment. I could no longer see. The world suddenly became dark. The optic nerve no longer worked…
I wasn’t affected by magic or any kind of technology. That kid doesn’t even have the energy to come here, so he can barely stand, and the dragon is completely unconscious.
Oberta, the evil god whose nose is not even visible? Maybe she was hiding and casting her curse, but that curse wasn’t scary even now that her body was disobedient. I was confident that I could shatter it to pieces just by compressing and spewing out her magical power.
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In the end, the time given to him is running out. He fought against time with all his might, but time had already brought him down on one knee. His remaining time was steadily decreasing.
“Maybe that place will be my grave.”
Even though he knew that if he went down now, he might never come back and be buried there, he did not hesitate and took off. In place of his lost vision, the magical power swirled in his eyes and created a law.
This is also like a legacy developed and left behind by a certain race in the past, but even they would not have been able to use the technology they developed as well as this Grimudo.
Faster than an arrow being fired, he sank into deep, deep darkness. I couldn’t believe the speed even when I saw it with my own eyes. This was true even when his body was not listening. The wolf bit his lip tightly as he saw the Demon King’s new form disappearing into the darkness. I bit it so hard that blood flowed.
Because I thought that was the only way I wouldn’t shed tears. The reason he doesn’t go in there and look for Kyle, or rather the reason he doesn’t, is because he’s run out of energy in the first place.
Fortunately, because he was a master, his magic power was automatically restored, and he was able to regain enough stamina to stand. Earlier, I really didn’t have the energy to crawl.
And secondly, even if you couldn’t see it with your eyes, you could know it with your nose. The smell of blood. Only the thick scent of blood escaped from the deep pit. If that much blood has been shed, there is no hope of anyone surviving. Even a self-confident person whose physical strength is incomparably superior cannot withstand that level of bleeding.
Even though I tried not to cry, my eyes were swollen. If the kind of thing you think really happened…
She had no reason to live anymore.
‘Blood traces. Blood stains. And is it a blood stain again? If this much blood has been shed, isn’t it natural that he is already dead?’
Spreading energy and observing the surroundings is not necessarily a privilege reserved for masters, but is a common skill that even experts can use depending on their skills. However, Grimudo’s bill is on a different level from those. You can see through color differences in objects that you cannot normally see with just your senses, no different from your real eyes.
So, I immediately noticed the frozen blood stains all over the ice cave. There was something like that buried between the completely white or completely blue glaciers, so it was visible naturally even if you didn’t want to see it. The Demon King, who dived down through a passage covered in blood stains, narrowed his eyes.
‘Nuclear.’
The core of the ancient body that would have been writhing and pulsating just a little while ago. Part of that huge thing was exposed in the deepest part of this tunnel. Only the tip of the iceberg, a small area of the surface, was revealed. No matter how small the size of this nucleus is, it would be the size of a decent city.
‘And that…’
Compared to such a nucleus, it is ridiculously small. A crystal so small that it can be held with one hand. Something that seemed ridiculously weak compared to the gigantic primordial body was stuck through the surface of the core.
However, although it is small in size, the power it contains is ridiculously strong. The thorn used up almost all of its power to cool the primordial body. However, the remaining strength alone is enough to make my body tremble. If it were just ordinary cold, this would be impossible.
“Did it come from the North Pole? “In a place where not even I can set foot…”
Before you say something like it’s a huge magical power, I’m already in a situation no different from a leper. Just like Ardain when his illness was at its worst, he doesn’t feel cold even when it’s cold, and he doesn’t feel hot even when it’s hot. If your body cannot feel pain, it is a very bad sign.
Even if something touched my finger, I couldn’t feel it. His body was slowly falling apart. But regardless of his own physical condition, he looked at the two hands holding his thorn. The light had already disappeared from his eyes, but I saw a person whose posture had not collapsed.
“Dead? You mean like this? hahahaha, in the end, that god-man just thought of you as a tool. “He believed so passionately, but this is the result?”
He fell on his knees, reverently holding the thorn with both hands,
I saw someone slamming that thorn into the ground.
He died frozen to the core and had no hope of ever coming back to life. He wanted to close his eyes, but since they were already closed, there was nothing more he could do.
The expression on his face seemed truly calm. The Demon King was somewhat disappointed. He didn’t come all the way here to see this.
Feeling empty, he turned around and tried to go back, but suddenly stopped. He felt something strange and turned his head again.
“But how is this possible? This cannot happen. “It’s something that can’t happen…”
I can infer from the blood stains here and there on the way, that this guy didn’t fly and land here. He crashed. It also crashed here and there and rolled around.
The moment he fell, his entire body was crushed and it was right that he should have died instantly. No, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had already died before he even fell. How did a guy like that come all the way here and drive his thorn into the core? Moreover, there was no visible trauma on that guy right now.
“Are you saying the corpse was resurrected and started moving?”
After thinking for a moment and looking around, he finally made a decision. Uncharacteristic of a demon lord, he decided to try doing a good deed for the first time in a long time.
Well, he who has already lost eternity is nothing more than a living corpse, not even worthy of being called the Demon King.
I mean it because it’s an invoice, but if the goal is really to continue life, there is actually still a way left for him. Just like the Flesh Underground Castle and the necromancers there, becoming a real corpse is a way to gain life. His magic skills are enough to make him a lich.
But… Should I continue my life in such a miserable way? Everything that was precious has already disappeared into the distant past, and now all that remains is this body that has paid the price for living eternal life.
Wasn’t this enough? I want to live longer and see some glory. This old man had no desire to do so anymore.
“This doesn’t mean I’m influenced by you. It’s just… Yes, it’s too cold here to be used as the grave of a hero who saved the world. “I’ll send you back to where you belong.”
Holding up the cold body, he kicked off the ground and flew up. However, no matter how much of a demon he is, he doesn’t have eyes in the back of his head, so he can’t see. A faint smile appeared on the lips of Kyle, who was riding on his back.
A greater being was here for a moment, and the truth was right behind him, but this man, unaware of it, was only focused on moving forward.
Even so, God smiled and granted his wish. Although he did nothing, he was willing to grant the wish. In essence, true miracles do not appear under the guise of something supernatural. People do not realize that they are living in a miracle.
It is a repetition of amazing coincidences that countless life forms emerge, grow, observe their surroundings, and grow by building civilizations. Only by successively exceeding ridiculously low odds can living things be born from inanimate objects, and intelligent beings be born from living things. Was that really possible through their own efforts? You’re welcome. Behind it all, there was someone who always opened up possibilities.
He appeared on stage very briefly and disappeared just as quickly as he appeared. The Demon King didn’t even know what was happening on his back. God is the one who accomplishes everything without doing it himself, and he had no idea that he had become the beneficiary.
-The God of Hope is born from faith and optimism toward tomorrow, so He does not use the name of Hope. He does not claim hope because he gains strength from such faith. Because he exists, there can be hope for humans, so he appears in the form of hope.
The black and dark night sky spoke to me. Roka couldn’t hear, and the Demon King couldn’t hear either. The voice just passed them by, and they had no right to hear it.
-Apostle. The chosen one. Now is the time to truly do your own thing.