112. A name with longing
112.
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-Kooung – !
The turbulence that shook the earth reached the saintess. Even simply looking at the facts, the weight of the 10 cubit statues was enormous. On top of that, all sorts of bizarre abilities furiously added to the pressure. She doubted several times whether what she was seeing was ice. She had never seen ice that looked almost as hard as steel.
Blocking the ice of Medrus, the demon of coldness, the Death Knight focused on the attack of another god statue that ran behind her. It was the attack of Degram, the demon of fear. The purple smoke wriggled as if it had a will, trying to bind him. Smoke tried to grab him right behind him, but the Death Knight did not avoid it. Zer Pied gave more strength to the ice he was blocking with his kite shield.
-Awesome… ! Jump…… !
The saintess’ initial impression of being like steel has long since disappeared. With her spreading gold, her ice gradually lost its solidity.
-Chaeeng – !
With a sharp sound, her ice finally broke. The cold that was trapped in the ice is scattered in all directions. The air was caught in the cold without even preparing to escape, and it fell on the Death Knight’s Maximilian Armor.
-Huh ㅇㅇㅇㅇ – !
Due to the sudden wind, the saintess closed her eyes tightly and tightly wrapped herself in the Mang Gauche that the blue knight of death had given her. Her coldness scattered in all directions, but the saintess’ palms were sweaty. The saintess, who hid herself behind her pillar, had to gnaw her teeth as the cold penetrated through her pillar. Her body trembled, but her saintess did not let go of her Mang Gauche given to her by the Death Knight.
-Hooooo…… !
The saintess, who had been holding on to the chill that literally seeped into her bones by relying on her pillars and the Meng Gauche given by the Death Knight, with her eyes tightly closed, realized that her chill had disappeared before she knew it. Her legs trembled, but the saintess put her head out subtly, her firm determination floating in her eyes.
The saintess bit her lip tightly. Because she felt like otherwise she would scream.
The Death Knight was completely frozen.
Looking at his frozen figure, which could be mistaken for ice carved from Zerpied, Leternia sat down on her throne. She didn’t say anything, but she already had joy in her heart.
It was natural. This was her palace. Her palace was built exclusively for her demons like her. No matter how strong her living death was, there was no way she could win against her, who used all of her deep demonic energy that her original magic and her temple had kept from the past.
What’s more, she’s already exhausted more than half of her powers in actualizing the powers of a demon. Since she flooded all the statues she made, it was only natural that she would win.
Leternia let out a sigh of relief mixed with her comfort, organizing her thoughts.
‘I was originally going to free her, but that undead guy took care of it and broke her cold essence, which made things easier.’
Now all that was left was to descend into the body of Renaire’s first child, named Ecilia. Even though she was banished just before, it is possible enough if she tries again and again in a space as advantageous as this place.
At that time,
– Damn…… ! Blah…… !
It was the sound of her happy imagination being shattered.
And it was the sound of breaking the ice that confined the Death Knight. The Death Knight moved her body casually and brushed off the stuck pieces of ice.
Now the position is reversed. From a third person’s point of view, the frozen one seemed to be Leternia. That’s how much she didn’t know that her gaze would fall in one place.
From the death knight who glared at her with her blazing bloody eyes.
Zer Pied turned her head back. It was a simple action, but it was enough to make Leternia come to her senses. Because of this, she was able to realize one thing.
It wasn’t just Zerfied that was frozen.
A statue of purple ice stood out behind Zerfied. It was the smoke from Degram, the demon of fear. The ice statue continued behind it. Similarly, towards the frozen body, the demon of fear.
The Demon God of Fear blinked once. As much as the actual god’s ability was embodied, freezing could not stop its activity, but it was enough to neutralize the same demon’s ability.
Through this, the Demon God of Fear could clearly see the living death approaching him. And it was the same with Leternia, which is connected to Magi.
When Death Knight lifted the statue of the frozen demon god of fear with both hands, Leternia finally realized what he was trying to do.
The Demon God of Hwanmong immediately gave an order to the nearest demon statue. It was a cold demon statue. However, he was not able to come to his senses properly due to the essence of coldness broken by his will. She hurriedly gave orders to the other demon statues nearby, but it was too late.
In the end, Leternia had to scream.
“Stop-!”
The 10-cubit demon statue of terror rushed towards the other demon statues. Even though it is a demon statue, the experience of flying through the air unwillingly and not voluntarily will surely be a fairly fresh kind even from the point of view of a demon statue.
Of course, there is no way to know if the demon statue really thought that way. The demon statue of terror was destroyed as soon as it touched another demon statue.
The first thing to be smashed was the statue of the Demon God of Coldness nearby. When he came to his senses, what he saw in front of him was a completely frozen statue of a demon of terror.
The next thing to be smashed was the statue of Pralea, the demon of extreme poison. She had been given orders from the Demon God of Illusion to stop Zerpied, but when she recognized it and pulled out the tentacles of her hair that glistened with deadly poison, she found the chest of the Demon God of Fear and the head of the Demon God of Relentlessness. It was when the was flying.
If there were artists who insist that perfection is the ultimate beauty, that common sense would have been shattered at once. The extremely poisonous demon statue that became a torsoTorso Was still proud of its beauty.
However, despite its beauty, there was one fatal problem. Once it became a torso, the means to control the deadly poison disappeared, even for an instant. It was truly a “Fatal” Problem.
The tentacles of the hair squirmed and scattered a mist of jin-green everywhere. Originally, the Demon God of Extreme Poison, the controller, was after becoming a torso, so the poison did not discriminate between peers and peers.
-Chii Ik…… !
Some of the demon statues touched by the poisonous mist began to gradually melt. The arms and sides were at least better, but the statues of demons whose legs had melted had to flounder on the floor.
Not to mention the demon statue whose head was melted due to bad luck. At least it was the same Demon God’s ability, so I didn’t know whether to say it was good or bad because not all parts melted as soon as I touched it.
Especially, the statue of Lazar, a demon with melted legs and leaning on the stairs of the space, made me think that way even more strongly. He dutifully swung the blades attached to his arms in order to carry out the orders he received from the Demon God of Hwanmong, but with his legs melted, only the air could be cut.
The Death Knight, who had been watching the scene for a while, turned his gaze to the rear where the saintess of innocence was. She left it near the end of the hallway, so the poisonous mist didn’t flow all the way to her. Zerfied strode into the poisonous mist.
It was around that time that I heard a voice from the exquisite demon statue that was slicing through the air. Watching the Death Knight appear through the mist of Jinnok, the exquisite demon statue swung its arms even more ferociously.
Unfortunately, such an action had no effect on Zerpied’s ability to pick up the exquisite demon statue.
One arm was completely melted, and the statue of Dagalos, the fiery demon god who was trying to grasp the situation by groping for the thick green fog with only his right arm, was hit and torn to pieces by a sharp, exquisite demon statue that suddenly protruded.
‘…… !’
Recognizing the sound, Furgel, the demon of madness, propped up with his left leg and two arms as he had no right leg, pierced through the green fog that could not see an inch ahead, and advanced to the place where the sound was heard. The statue was shattered as its head was caught by the gauntlet that protruded in front of its eyes. He didn’t even have time to let out his special roar.
As the sound of being smashed was heard thickly from all sides, the demon god of heat wave, the statue of Eshta, stirred his arms wildly, creating a small whirlwind that tore everything in front, back, left and right. She wasn’t stupid
Since the visibility was not secured, I waited patiently without blowing a whirlwind in case another Demon God might hit me. But this time it was not so clever. Blowing her whirlwinds would have dispelled the poisonous mist that obstructed her vision.
Then she might have been able to avoid the Death Knight, who jumped in with the Partisan in reverse.
Leternia once again suppressed her desire to scream. There were no words to describe it other than the word abigyuhwan.
She sensed that the demons connected to her demon statues were disconnected one after another, but she was blocked in all directions by her poisonous fog and could not see anything. The feeling of being disconnected from the demon statues in that invisible place evoked goosebumps.
She wondered if she should remove the illusion of the poisonous mist even now. But she soon shook her head. She had to leave at least some magic that could protect her body.
Although it is about 70% of the total, it has already consumed too much magic just to implement the abilities of the real gods by overlaying them on the statue. If you do that, you may not even be able to avoid it when a really critical moment approaches.
But if things go on like this, all the demon statues will be destroyed…….
Leternia, who had been scratching to the point that the flesh of her unstable body fell off, suddenly felt a thought flash through her mind. But that was too much of a gamble. But at the same time, she had to admit that there was no other option.
Leternia bit her lip. Her red blood dripped from her pale lips. She slowly, but elaborately, began to do what she wanted.
Zer Pied was wary of the poisonous fog that suddenly gathered in one place and put strength into her right hand holding the Partisan. And that wasn’t all. The statues of demons that were felt everywhere were not felt from a certain moment.
Has the illusion been removed? No. The demon statue itself existed from the beginning, and even if the virtual image was removed, it would be normal to feel it…….
Zer Pied turned her head at the powerful energy she felt in the moment. A huge figure was wriggling there. Zerfied slowly aimed the Partisan at the figure. She exerted so much strength that her right hand trembled.
Before long, she opened her eyes, and towards the figure glaring at her, Zer Pied muttered its name like a deep groan.
The name that contains longing.
“Revancalus.”