177. The Demon King and the Hero
The interior of the tower was a maze.
There were traps all over the place, and there were monsters in every corner.
It was a typical demon king’s tower.
But that made Ballaf feel strangely uncomfortable.
‘…why?’
It was because it was so different from what the Demon King of Chlorination had shown so far.
He was the one who made fun of humans by hiding and even moving the tower. A tower like that is really standard and normal?
“If you think about it, it’s very simple to build a tower somewhere else. Rather, we were engrossed in their standards and obsessed with the opposite.”
“If it’s a simple change, does it mean that it can be natural that there are no major changes in the interior?”
“I think yes. Moving honestly doesn’t make sense. We couldn’t find it.”
“Well, isn’t the wizard right? As long as you find the tower, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Even if there are any traps, are you not confident enough to break them all?”
Gillian agreed with Aina’s words. Ballaf also agreed.
It was a step of confidence. As he said, Balaf had the confidence to cut down the demon king’s head no matter what he did.
“Go up to the next floor. Beware of the Four Heavenly Kings.”
“By the way, the Four Heavenly Kings did not appear this time.”
“You must be afraid of the army and twist your tail.”
“Well, when Hillen-sama and Daphner-sama climbed Erzest, it was literally a search party, and now it’s a corps.”
The maze was long and the level of monsters was higher than expected. But that was it.
It wasn’t great enough to stop three stars and 349 warriors. How much less, one of those stars is Ballaf Dislord.
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A monster that exudes magic, or even a monster, split in half without even screaming.
In the process of that series, Balaf introduced a sense of incongruity.
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Magical energy flows throughout the tower, and there are demons. It was the Tower of the Demon King that I visited many times. It is true that we should be vigilant, but there was no need to feel more strange than necessary.I thought so.
Until I broke through the maze of the second floor, which was only slightly different from the first floor, and climbed the stairs to the third floor.
“···········?”
“···uh?”
“yes?”
The stairs were cut off.
There was no door or third floor.
Only an empty ceiling greeted them.
“…the ceiling?”
No way. Even the demon king who has just descended knows that the tower is basically five floors…
It was then that I felt the movement of huge mana.
“It’s a trap!”
Ballaf spewed out an aura, wrapped around his body. Gillian and the other warriors who felt the same were the same.
“Aina!”
“yes!”
Aina quickly memorized the spell. A huge water shield began to surround the warriors.
At the same time.
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An explosion occurred.
‘A mana bomb?’
It wasn’t just a mana bomb. If it were, I wouldn’t have been able to detect it.
‘Mixed with magic.’
Exactly, it is overlaid. It was mixed with the magic flowing through the tower, completely hiding its presence in it. Like a tree hidden in the forest. How is this?
Ballaf stopped thinking. Circumstances did not allow him to contemplate.
‘Back and forth, left and right.’
and up and down. Bombs were everywhere. Fire came from all directions.
The water barrier evaporated in front of the overwhelming firepower.
The raging flames were cut in half. The moment it hit the front, shocks erupted from all directions.
The blood and flesh of the warriors were consumed by the flames. The screams of the warriors were drowned out.
The aurora melted away and whispered death.
Nevertheless, Ballaf did not fall.
Fixed a broken aura. If once wasn’t enough, he swung his sword two or three times.
The slash he had created pushed the shock away. But that was also for a while.
The sword, which could not withstand the heat and aura beyond its limits, shattered with a bursting sound. Balaf picked up the sword with only the handle remaining and threw it.
And soon the space was opened.
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The sword exclaimed with cheers at the more familiar energy. The clear sword rang clearly even in the midst of the explosion.
The red sword coveted the flames. It devoured and devoured all the flames greedily.
Quarre-
When the tower collapsed and the aftermath of the explosion struck beyond, the black rushed to fill my stomach.
But the moment was too short to swallow all the flames and to stop all the explosions that crossed the tower and hit the Confederacy.
One storm passed.
“haha···.”
Ballaf felt the full heat through the red sword and smiled in despair.
It was embarrassing.
The tower collapsed and most of the warriors who entered were annihilated. The Gillian Ein, the star, was half-melted, and Aina Diaphrin barely managed to survive, but passed out due to excessive mana depletion.
What about the Allied Forces?
As the snow and heat met, the surroundings were enveloped in water vapor, but he could not avoid his eyes. There was no hell in it.
The knight, whose skin was half melted, screamed.
A soldier who lost his leg crawled on the floor.
The hero who barely survived grabbed the charred corpse of his comrade and cried out.
Corpses, screams, blood, and despair and screams.
Only one explosion created this situation.
The Demon King of Chlorination once again made fun of him and the humans.
It didn’t end there.
flash-
A black light pierced the sky and soared. Scattered in all directions, they expressed their presence.
It was so disgustingly disgusting.
The foul stench of monsters increased everywhere.
“After the explosion, monsters are attracted….”
suffered
Even if I did, I was too sure.
Why didn’t I think of this? Why didn’t they know that the tower itself was a trap?
I can’t help it!
Blood dripped from Ballaf’s clenched fist.
Who the hell, what demon lord would make an imitation tower and use it as a trap!
What kind of demon lord would design such a meticulous trap!
“Come out.”
The flames soared. He ate the blood of his master and added more heat.
buzz-
Red Chloride torn Magi. It has been blocked from spreading further.
“come out.”
You fucking demon king bastard.
“come out!”
It was empty anger.
It was just uncontrollable heat.
It will never be resolved unless you hit, destroy, and kill anything right away, so it was a grudge that sought the Demon King more than anyone else.
But like a miracle.
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The Demon King has appeared.
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Chocolate was sweet.
It was the best food to enjoy while looking at the beautiful scenery he had made.
“Come on then.”
A beautiful explosion that disappears with the tower. Act 1 of the stage he had prepared was over.
Now it was time to move on to the second chapter.
A battle between the wounded union and the monsters drawn to the magic. It will be utterly miserable, beautiful, and fun.
“Jason Cockmundo.”
What kind of expression would you make if you heard the results of this incident?
Will I be openly angry like the last time, or will I just go on without a word?
And what kind of response will you show after that?
Shall we aim for the golden moon again? Or should I aim for the tower once again with the remaining warriors?
anything was fun
No matter what he does, Berge will continue the current forced route regardless of what he does.
“It was so nice to be able to move the tower.”
The certainty that the tower would never go unnoticed made him this way.
No matter what he does, no matter what he does, he can survive.
“Yeah, even if it means kidnapping the first prince of the empire again…”
do···.
Berger shut his mouth. His gaze returned down there, to the stage he had made.
There was displeasure, rejection, disgust, and hatred.
An uninvited guest appeared. The flames that soared high in the sky split the magic. That power, that energy, was more familiar to Berge.
It was something I will never forget for the rest of my life.
“Red sword.”
cleaving his scales.
“Red sword.”
that pierced his heart.
“Red sword!”
That sword.
that aura. The power of that fierce dragon slayer.
spread its wings
flew in the sky The dark red flames left a long trail. It fell vertically towards the center of the stage.
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Two different flames collided.
An unresolved shock wave swept around.
“… your bastard.”
Berge growled.
“Where did you get that sword?”
“you.”
Ballaf raised his eyes.
“You are the devil. You are the Demon King of Chloride. right?”
Berge did not hide his magic. Ballaf felt that thick magic.
eyes met
“Balaf Dislord?”
A different body appeared in Berge’s eyes. It was different. It wasn’t the hero who had pierced his heart and ridiculed him in the past.
But that sword, that sword was right. The energy emitted by that sword was correct.
It wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t feel it wrong. Because even in my dreams, I pondered over and over again.
then.
‘It’s only in his hands for a while now.’
There was a period of about 10 years between when Berge died and now. Even if a new hero appeared and the master of the sword changed, there was nothing strange about it.
‘Yeah, that’s normal.’
But that wasn’t a reason to save Ballaf right away.
Just having a sword was enough reason to die.
And it was the same for the other side.
The Demon King has appeared. kill.
Ballaf Dislord’s thoughts were quickly united into one.
“Why is the Demon King interested in this sword?”
However, the puzzlement created by the Demon King’s last question only temporarily blocked the seething anger.
“If I ask, you just have to answer.”
“I asked the other way around. this devil bastard After trapping us, we get so arrogant that we can’t even tell the other way, don’t we?”
“what?”
“I saw a very big misunderstanding.”
Balaf took one step closer.
“The reason I haven’t been able to kill you until now and have been harmed by you is not because you are stronger than me.”
your guy is cowardly
“Because they hide towers and dig traps and do shit like this.”
“Right.”
Berger chuckled.
Dark red flames enveloped his whole body.
“You talked too much about the garbage in front of me. All you have to do is kill and start.”
“It’s so scary that anyone who sees it would think it’s the Demon Lord who has been around for a hundred years since he descended.”
which moved first.
was a great warrior.
Hwareuk-
Suddenly, he was right in front of Berge.
The flame that could not be followed later draws a red trajectory.
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Flames and flames intertwined.
The sword is blocked by sharp claws. The dragon’s energy bites the dragon’s energy.
─!
Unresolved shocks spread to the surroundings. Just before the shock completely subsided, Berger stretched out his other hand.
Kaga-Gak-
Like a sword gliding, it escaped from Berger’s grasp. Bounce the other hand.
With the impact, recline your body slightly back. And using the recoil to swing the sword in a big way. A slash that slashes through space aims at the Demon King.
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A wall of soaring flames blocks the slash. But it will be shredded soon. The interference that exists to annihilate the existence of other dimensions adds strength to the hero.
The wall disappears. But there was no demon king behind him.
stomach.
Balaf stretches his sword towards the sky. It collides with the flames that were spitting up vertically.
Ballaf smashed the ground. It shoots up like a cannonball and cuts the flames in a straight line. And when he reached the end, what awaited him were fists covered in scales.
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The ship sinks faster than it flew. Ballaf rises again from the hazy snow and dust.
The flame becomes the driving force and accelerates once more.
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─!
The sword and claw collide. Fist and sword, fist and fist, foot and foot attack each other.
The space is torn apart and the atmosphere is shaking. Flames, auras, mana, and interference are all intertwined.
A little bit of Berger, but it reveals its true face. Dark red dragon scales cover the skin.
The sword of the dragon, which has been forged and refined and has become the exact opposite of its original nature, rips through the dragon’s scales. The momentary resistance creates a small gap. The dragon’s claws brushed against the warrior’s shoulder.
Excessive energy creates a huge crater behind it. The coalition, caught in the aftermath, screams.
“…you are the one!”
As the battle continued, Balaf felt a strange sense of incongruity. Doubts flooded my head.
‘why?’
Is the power of the Demon King, who has only been two years old, this much?
‘why?’
Is the dimensional interference force not using its proper power? Interference force is a dimensional force that acts on beings from another dimension. It is the will of the world to protect the world.
It’s not that the interference can’t go unnoticed, but considering the opponent is the Demon King, it’s extremely inefficient.
They are not monsters that have survived for a long time and have been recognized by the dimension…
‘It doesn’t make sense.’
It’s been 2 years since I was summoned, a Demon Lord who has received dimensional recognition. There may or may not be such a thing.
So definitely.
‘Kill me on the spot.’
The thought of having to live and hear something is already gone. If you don’t kill it now, it will surely come back as a great year. His instincts, having lived as a hero for many years, warn him fiercely.
Pak-
Twisting the sword cuts the flow of magic. Flames and auras mix. Insert the soaring energy into the gap in the flow.
Attack the space and aim for the Demon King’s vital point.
The demon lord adjusts his breathing to the violent waves. Mix magic and mana and comb them into one form. It forms a firm mass and vomits with the mouth open.
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Two forces collide.
The world shakes.
Berge’s body, unable to relieve the shock, staggered in the air.
The wave that deflected erases one peak of the mountain as it is.
‘Nonsense.’
His breath could not fully protect the warrior’s strike.
The wild blade pierced through the magic and scratched the body. The dragon’s energy tore the scales apart, and the cold blade penetrated the skin.
A fatal wound was avoided, but his unexpected strength put the brakes on his thoughts.
‘Is this the hero who killed only one demon king?’
No way.
No matter how long he lived as a warrior.
No matter how many decades he was hailed as the best warrior.
There are limits beyond being human.
Even the power of the Demon King has its limits.
Healan Cargill can’t keep up with this guy no matter how many decades he tries.
Even if you kill a few more demon kings, you can’t get over this one.
It was a certainty, not a guess.
Because Berge’s two years were not just two years.
Absorbing Phoenix’s corpse to awaken mana.
Absorb Vivian’s Tower to increase efficiency.
By consuming the Dragon Heart, he combined two different powers into one.
It was at a level equal to or higher than his at the time of releasing more than half of his interference power just before the return.
So I was confident. I had the confidence to overwhelm anyone with a one-on-one match.
But Ballaf This Road. What the hell is this warrior?
“Your bastard.”
Berger muttered softly.
“How many demon kings have you killed?”
“Are you really the Demon King of Fire?”
Doubts about each other are eaten by life.
Ballaf This Lord has once again sharpened the auror. Overlay interference.
Instead of retreating, Berge forges his energy once more. Dragons are dragons because they are great. A dragon must be like a dragon to be a dragon.
And Berge was a dragon.
The two forces collided without a single step back.
swallowed everything
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A huge crater where the aftermath has subsided.
“…you cowardly bastard!”
Balaf, standing in the center, roared.
“A bastard called the Demon King is running away…!”
A sharp nail mark was engraved on his chest, breathing heavily.
Not deep, but definitely.