Vol. 10 Episode 7+
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Creme’s eyes tremble relentlessly.
He shouts hollowly.
He fell and stood on the spire of Petus Castle.
The author was floating in the sky looking down at himself.
Something near the heart was stimulating.
-You are a doll.
Even though it took hundreds of years or more to escape.
-You are a doll made for the Empire.
An unforgettable memory.
-You are a doll made for the Emperor.
The Emperor.
The ruler of the empire and a symbol of the empire itself.
It was like looking at him.
‘It’s fake.’
I know that the author is not the real emperor.
The power of the Ring of Kings is real, but that doesn’t mean he’s the current emperor of the Damian Empire.
He’s fake.
But anyway.
“Why are you looking down at me with those eyes!”
I feel an irresistible sense of intimidation.
The energy of the cream explodes in all directions, causing an explosion.
The energy turned into hundreds of swords and was shot towards Yi Roon.
It’s only natural to pierce through the good, though I thought so.
The swords created by Cream simply stopped and floated in front of Lee Rowoon.
“The thing that took the form of a sword.”
Lee Rowoon’s voice from far away is as clear as a whisper in his ear.
“You cannot harm me.”
“I’ll give it back.”
A sword that cuts its head.
The moment the cream felt something was wrong and was about to kick off the spire.
Hundreds of swords pierced his body.
Swords emitted from their own energy.
But they were out of their will and trying to harm themselves.
Blood and flesh.
Creme has appeared again.
That sky, Yi Rowoon was standing there as well.
My body trembled gradually.
Whenever Lee Rowoon’s attack hits you, Lee Rowoon’s will resides in you.
‘Be strong.’
His domination becomes stronger.
At that moment, Cream, who was preparing for the next attack, stopped.
“… … does not make sense… .”
I thought that I was just being intimidated by Lee Rowoon’s ring of kings, the power of domination.
I knew it the moment I saw those blood-red eyes.
Although he uses his circle to find the wavelength of the Ring of Lords.
“I don’t use it… ?”
I wasn’t trying to control myself.
In other words, the pressure and fear he is feeling is not the power derived from the ring of the king.
I’m just being intimidated by the existence of a profit.
The person who lived thousands and tens of thousands of years and had tens and hundreds of millions of blood on his hands.
“Am I being intimidated?”
I’m intimidated by Lee Rowoon’s presence.
Existence is life.
What is being built up.
To rule something.
‘What have you eaten?’
There is such a thing.
For that reason, Crimea has never been intimidated by anyone.
In all of his long life, except a few times, he has never been coerced, even if he has obeyed.
It.
That’s what I’m feeling right now.
“What… .”
Creme has never been intimidated by even the guardian dragons.
He trembles in fear and says, looking at the profit.
“You… how… .”
Your eyes are blurry.
He hears Lee Rowoon’s voice towards him.
“Master of the world.”
It is beneficial.
Petus and Hamaye groaned as they pushed back.
I knew.
The duke of slaughter is a monster beyond human beings.
I also knew.
“The slaughter… Knight Commander.”
Rondo.
A special being who is not even given a last name.
The leader of the Knights Templar that the Duke of Slaughter is proud of, he is also a monster.
Rondo didn’t have any facial expression changes during the battle.
Just keep walking.
Swipe it silently.
It was just too threatening.
“Master!”
Hamaye ran towards Petus.
It was because Rondo’s sword attack was aimed at Petus.
Petus moved his sword towards Hamaye.
Rondo’s sword attack.
Because I was also heading towards him.
Unlike Pytus, who only twisted and escaped, Hamaye had to give up her chest without escaping.
The blood flowing down should be stopped with the power of a new circle.
The blood never stopped.
Rondo’s sword never stopped.
It is swung and swung again.
Petus, with Hamaye behind him, held out his hand to block his sword attack.
Breath of the 6th circle.
The moment when the flames from all directions devoured Rondo and even took away his vision.
Petus’ sword pierced through Rondo’s stomach.
Petus, who lowered his posture to stab, can feel the gaze looking down at him.
A doll that does not feel any emotion or pain.
In that state, he moved his sword and struck Fetus.
“Note… army!”
Hamaye shouted at Petus, holding back the gushing blood.
The place where I stopped after breaking a few walls of Count Petus.
Small, smear.
Red mana started pouring out.
It’s sticky and thick.
It was a power no less than the curse of Petus.
The power of imperfection that Cream threw like a ship in exchange for losing a family member.
However, the power that came close to completion after meeting Lee Rowoon was finally warmed up and revealed.
-Magic.
The essence of Gehenna’s daemons.
And the only circle that can be characterized and symbolizes the power of a daemon.
-The blood circle.
Lee Rowoon called it a blood circle.
Blood pouring down like a waterfall poured out of Rondo from Petus.
Petus emerged from the waterfall and pierced Rondon’s shoulder.
Rondo tried to knock down Fetus like that.
Petus disappeared again in the blood and stabbed his sword.
Rondo’s throat was pierced.
This time, even the worst doll paused for a moment.
With that expressionless face, he grabbed Fetus’ sword.
Rondo moves his sword while immobilizing it.
Petus had to drop his sword.
Hey!
Petus, immersed in blood again, disappeared.
Rondo pulled out the sword with the hand holding Fetus and held the sword in both hands.
“Hell Flame.”
The horrors of hell.
It was glued to both hands of Petus, who had reappeared.
This is what Petus was aiming for from the beginning.
Attracting Rondo’s attention with the sword, casting the magic of the 8th circle.
That’s right.
To burn this immortal doll in its entirety.
That was what Petus was aiming for from the beginning.
“Wow… .”
Petus, who had squeezed the circle’s rotation, staggered back.
Ruckoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
The pillar of fire centered on Rondo only soared so high that it seemed to burn everything in Count Petus’ castle.
Rondo oscillates and moves in it.
Pasuk, paseo.
Burned by the horrors of hell, he began to stumble like a puppet with a broken thread.
“Rondo… .”
Petus calls his name.
The unforgivable sinner who took everything from him, the duke of slaughter.
I still remember those eyes.
The eyes seemed to be enjoying themselves, but there was no emotion.
It would have been different if he had enjoyed the slaughter itself.
But he had eyes that felt nothing.
While cutting down his family, his servants, his knights, and Young Ji-min.
“Loonon-!”
He had no emotion.
That’s pathetic.
That’s outrageous.
I had to live for it.
Count Petus looked down at his chest in disbelief.
Near the heart.
Rondo’s sword was there.
It was half-burned, and the bare white bones of the arm moved like that of a skeleton and stabbed the sword.
Petus’ whole body was stained with blood.
At that moment, Petus disappeared again.
He vomits out what a handful of blood is not enough for.
“Master… !”
Hamaye hastily supported him.
Rondo was moving.
Even though the Hell Flame of the 8th circle was burning his whole body, he was still moving.
It was like a slaughter duke.
Something other than human.
Petus exclaimed as if embarrassed.
“Hello… Can’t it?”
I gave everything for revenge.
I struggled to get revenge.
I still can’t reach it.
The slaughter dukes and benefactors are visible above the broken spire.
Iron looking down at the Duke of Slaughter.
The duke of slaughter who looks up at such a good thing and screams.
It’s exactly what you wanted to see.
That wasn’t all.
“I… Are you saying it’s not okay?”
This is your revenge.
It’s not a revenge I’ve been wanting to get someone’s hands on.
The target of revenge is the slaughtering duke.
-Take charge of the slaughter.
Petus entrusted him to Yi Rowoon.
-I know it’s not going to be my match. Although this power has escaped imperfection, it is not yet complete. You won’t be able to reach him with this.
Tears of blood flow from Petus’ eyes.
-I’d like to ask him.
I couldn’t reach the Duke of Slaughter, so I left him to Yi Rowoon.
Even though it was his revenge, he left it to him.
But that wasn’t the only thing.
From the beginning.
-I don’t want a slaughter duke.
He took revenge on the Duke of Slaughter, but he did not intend to kill him.
Before I met Lee Rowoon, I knew it was impossible to even bring death to the Duke of Slaughter.
That’s why!
-I will take everything from him.
As he did to himself, he will deprive him of what he treasures.
Duke of slaughter, what is precious to him whose whole life is painted with blood and flesh?
His clan?
His servant?
His family?
His Young Jimin?
His estate?
Nothing.
-What is precious to him is… .
Nothing can bring out the desperation of the slaughter duke.
But only one thing.
There is a way to break his heart.
-Rondo.
His finished product.
That was the only goal.
So I entrusted the slaughter to Yi Rowoon, and Petus and Hamaye faced Rondo.
“I am the duke of slaughter… You haven’t even reached his doll!”
Rondo walks in.
An unbreakable doll.
A monster that never dies.
Despair that he can’t even take his last revenge with his own hands.
“Master.”
I hear Hamaye’s voice.
“My life belongs to you.”
A shattering sound.
“The lord’s revenge is my revenge.”
Hamaye, the commander of the knights and the knight of Petus.
“The chivalry is living according to the will of the master and dying at the will of the master.”
“Hah… Yes?”
Hamaye was piercing his chest with the sword he was supposed to cut through.
Circle.
It breaks and begins to drain a huge amount of mana.
“Eat me. and… .”
Hamaye laughs.
“Complete and complete your revenge.”
The knight, hippo.
That was his will.