276. Gathering
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“So, here’s the plan for now.”
“…”
“…”
The faces of Seras and Victoria both became subtle at the same time as they saw me continuing to speak casually with my head bleeding profusely, but from my point of view, an injury of this magnitude is something akin to an abrasion.
Rather than that, it’s more important to cleanly solve what’s in front of you right now.
“Maybe there are other guys nearby right now… But that guy has something else right now, so we have to deal with him alone?”
Nicholas has been talked about, but after all, it’s something like a mid-boss.
The truth is, he’s the guy who’ll come out next.
The others, including Elnor and Elijah, are a fallback for that.
Of course, that’s it.
“…That one?”
As he rubbed his body as the wound slowly began to heal, Seras asked such a question with an angry face.
In the corner of my gaze is Count Nicholas, who is swinging his body in a terrifying manner inside the conference room.
There was a predator.
And His Majesty’s magical power against it is scattering in all directions.
“…Can I just leave that alone?”
Victoria said that in a slightly nervous voice.
I look at that place with slightly surprised eyes.
“…What is it?”
“No, you hate empire. Didn’t it matter what happened to His Majesty the Emperor?”
“…”
At that, Victoria pouted her lips in silence.
“…I do know that the entire empire did not participate in the purge of the race. And…”
“And?”
“Because we exchanged occasionally.”
“What?”
“I ran into someone who was your mother or something, and we had a few chances to do things together anyway.”
“…”
“…What is it?”
“No, what.”
This guy.
There’s more lingering than it looks.
To think that while looking at him with a slight smile.
-!
His head was thrown back violently by the fist of the guy who was again lodged in the front of his face, even as he was bleeding all over his head.
“…”
Why?
Why are you suddenly doing this…?
“Don’t look at me with such a bad expression.”
“…”
“Because you haven’t been angry yet?”
I quietly rubbed her face at Victoria’s words that fell in her bloody voice.
No, but that’s how you crush a normal person’s face to this level.
I was about to argue, but when I saw Victoria’s eyes widening and raising her fist, she quietly shut her mouth.
Well, anyway.
Let’s talk about His Majesty the Emperor.
“I won’t die.”
“…Yes?”
“Even with a monster like that, you can buy me a few minutes.
“…”
“…”
At my words that jumped out as if nothing had happened, Seras and Victoria both looked back at me with sad expressions at the same time.
He’s the emperor of his own country, but his face asks if it’s okay to treat him like that.
“…To be honest, if it wasn’t for your weak body, we wouldn’t have to worry at all?”
It’s not true, there is not much difference in the ability that dragons can exercise when looking at the ‘power’ of demons apart.
As long as His Majesty’s Majesty’s body wasn’t a normal human body and couldn’t handle the magical powers of the Balaur, it’s highly likely that there would be no problem if he left it alone with Nicholas.
And, actually.
To be precise.
It is also a necessary task. Thinking of the events that will follow ‘after this’.
“Now then…”
Take a deep breath and rotate his arm once.
The neck is also broken.
If Seras and Victoria reached the level where they could ‘communion’ with each other in this way, it means that they could fully use the power of two demon shards.
It means that the range of movement is greatly expanded.
‘The immediate goal is…’
It should be possible if we gather all the devil’s bowls, but as I said before, those guys are the preparations for this later.
In other words, it is not my job to ‘subdue’ that monster ticket.
So, that’s something the Sword Saint, who is probably tearing apart the fragments to come in from the outside right now, will do it.
The thing to do is to pass the time.
And the method I will choose to achieve it.
“I should do what I am good at.”
Sweep the corners of your mouth.
“Striking the back of the head.”
“…”
“…”
At the silence that immediately returns to the sentence, I look back at the sisters with a puzzled expression.
“Why?”
“…”
“What.”
“No, that’s…”
Seras scratched his head at the words.
“At this point, isn’t it more appropriate to say something cool rather than trashy lines?”
“…”
No, why?
This can be cool in its own way, right?
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I am hungry.
Nicholas, then a human, and now a creature more accustomed to being called a predator came up with such an idea.
Before he reached this state, he was an organism that had quite a few thoughts and desires, but now he was in a state where only the simplest desires remained.
Let’s eat.
Let’s eat everything until the hunger subsides.
In that sense.
The “Prey” Right in front of him was making him struggle.
“You are-“
As if the emperor, Cecilia XI spewing fire from her mouth, she spits out such sentences and uses her magic power.
“I didn’t like it before!”
With those words, colored mana scattered in all directions.
What is contained inside is coercion, treachery, and the absolute dignity that makes those standing in front bow down.
“Always claiming to be worthy of the emperor’s dignity, and making the attire check stricter than the exclusive ladies-in-waiting-! You’re sitting there arguing about everything with etiquette! Even during the court meeting, he bet on the most annoying tone! The one who pisses me off the most among the council of elders is you!”
…The sentences he uttered were very small, but it was clear that the power of his magical power was still very frightening.
Those things that people who have a desire to preserve life have no choice but to step back without knowing it were condensed to the limit.
But.
“-…”
What’s here, obviously.
It is a monster that has forgotten even the most fundamental desires that make up such a creature.
“—!!!”
It is made of flesh from the whole body again, as if it was clear that even the law of conservation of mass was ignored.
Unlike before, it was evident that the sores were far more terribly sore.
Of course, the moment it touches Yongin’s magic, everything is shattered, burned, and pulverized on the spot.
But, even so.
“Division, say…!”
The emperor’s eyes narrowed.
It’s the same as before, when it was hit by the Sword Saint’s blow and split in half, it split into different lifeforms and moved.
Every piece of organism that has been crushed, destroyed, fragmented and scattered moves with its own will.
The opponent’s movements become more complex.
Elaborately, as if cooperating, they organically adhere to each other and move.
Attack intensifies, as if a fragment of every predator that has been divided, grows stronger without being incapacitated.
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“Kuh…!”
A moan like chewing and spitting came out of the emperor’s mouth.
I am not a person who has trained in combat skills, nor have I been trained by polishing my skills.
It’s just that he was born with overwhelming magical power from the start, and had enough power just to wield it.
There’s no way you’ve got a plan B or a plan C for when that kind of thing gets in your way!
“Ugh, ugh…!”
Squeeze out mana and swing it in all directions.
The black blood that runs through my body is now visibly flowing outside my veins. In the first place, the human body is terribly weak to wield such magical power at will.
However, even if I had to use my strength while making such sacrifices.
As it has been so far, it is a very simple pattern. It is an attack that can be destroyed very easily against an opponent who is close to immortality, and who gets stronger every time he dies.
It didn’t take long for the emperor to rush to the defensive.
“Heo-euk… Heo-euk…!”
Beside the emperor, who is breathing heavily, predators, who have clearly increased by dozens of times compared to before, are flocking.
If left as it is, it is certain that the emperor will be eaten. Truly a desperation.
“…-“
The predator let out a low-pitched cry in all directions.
It was a voice full of anticipation ahead of the meal.
And.
Between them.
“You have a divine presence, Count Nicholas.”
Such a sentence hit me.
“Compared to the past, it seems less distorted now, right?”
With those words.
A purple haze rose from behind the predator.
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With a deep breath, Sullivan barely came to his senses.
Looking around, the messy imperial palace caught my eye.
“Dawud…!”
And, as a natural guess. It would be better to say that the man blew himself out of here.
Sullivan quickly stood up and looked around.
Everyone is running away screaming. It was very clear that something was happening inside the imperial palace.
That, too, that something terrible is happening.
“Daud, why…!”
Memories are replayed.
In the midst of her collapsing imperial palace, the figure of a certain man who suffered her irreparable wounds and begged her to die comes to mind.
Sullivan gnashed his teeth until blood came out.
This time too.
Does he have no choice but to watch that man die?
“You look a little in a hurry, Prime Minister.”
Sullivan’s movements stopped.
That’s it.
“Is there anyone I need to find urgently?”
Because I heard a voice that I thought I would never hear in this place.
She glared at the human who was walking in front of her eyes.
In a nearby situation where everything is in a hurry, it is terribly foreign to see him walking leisurely by himself.
But.
In the first place, this human existence itself is like that. It is heterogeneous, as if it is floating in the world alone.
“You, how are you here…?”
She muttered the name quietly.
“…The Forerunner.”
“Hey, it’s been a while, right? At this point, I came here because I thought we might have something to cooperate with each other. I also have business with Mr. Daud.”
I couldn’t confirm it because he was wearing a mask.
“Something in a hurry.”
Obviously, the other person was smiling.
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