113. Demon Lord Revancalus
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Revancalus. He was a lot like Zerfied. A man who is often called by his nickname rather than his name. He was often referred to as the Demon King rather than Revan Calus, but even as a Demon God, he had another name based on his abilities.
Demon of Destruction.
And Zerpied knew very well why Revancalus had earned the title of Demon King. It was for a simple reason. Because he was the strongest among the demons.
The living death blinked once. He dropped his trembling, blood-red eyes and looked at his old friend.
“I never thought you and I would fight.”
No words came out of his expressionless lips. No wonder. Because that is not Revancalus, but an illusion in the form of Revancalus. Revancalus lost his life in the previous Holy Demon War.
Instead of answering, Revan Callus began to collect demonic energy in his hands. A dark purple light formed on both of his hands. It took an instant for the demonic energy that had been spewing out strong anticipation to distort the surroundings into slashing attacks.
-Keyiik – !
It was a slash that even the air was torn to shreds. Even if you simply skimmed through it, it left scars on the floor as if ruin had ripped it off with your claws.
Aiming at the approaching purple slash with a roar, Zerfied swung the Partizan horizontally once. A huge blue-black slash likewise roared and rushed out.
-Kiiiii…… !
It was like a beast with dark blue teeth and a beast with purple claws fighting each other to eat each other.
A huge cross-cutting slash and two crossing slashes. The different slashes were able to quell the ferocity only after destroying each other.
Thick smoke scatters in all directions to escape from the battlefield of the two huge beasts. The smoke rushed in all directions and made his vision smoky, but the Death Knight never blinked his eyes. Rather, the glowing bloody eyes of the two eyes only got stronger.
-Whoa…… !
A figure soared through the acrid smoke. Zerfied immediately raised his kite shield. There was no hesitation in that action. The sword of destruction and the kite shield collided.
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-Kiiiiik – !
A creepy sound shakes the Tenmajeon.
Sparks that seem to eat up the space are scattered in all directions. Sparks soared madly as if the scene itself was melting. In the feast of lights, the two darkness rushed towards each other.
The saintess of innocence had to wake up from the place where the lights were roaring wildly, to the point where she almost didn’t want to close her eyes. Even if she just turned her head to the spot, the light would break through her eyelids, so she had to brace herself behind her pillar.
The innocent saint seemed to be blinded by light and darkness.
Every time the sword and spear collided, it seemed like a pitch-black crack was forming in the space. The cracks consumed space like crazy for a while, then disappeared and appeared elsewhere.
I couldn’t express any feelings about dozens of pitch-dark cracks appearing and disappearing around the two darkness. The saintess was too overwhelmed to understand the current situation.
-Chiying…… !
Once again, the slashes collided. It was a situation as devastating as it was cruel, but it even looked absurdly beautiful in the eyes of her saintess. A slash that was pushed to the limit was taking place at the tip of the spear and sword. As the slashes devoured each other, the fluttering flesh transformed into the black cracks you just saw.
It was like a flower. A flower of annihilation that blooms using everything as food.
It was only then that the saintess came to her senses at the moment when the flowers withered in vain. Suddenly Death Knight pulled out her headless horse and was riding on top of it. His gaze was directed into space. The empty space where the Demon King is. The demon king floated in the air with six wings spread.
Every time he flapped his dark purple wings, feathers fell one by one. At first glance, the feathers looked soft, but the moment they touched the floor of the Manmajeon, the floor pierced as if cut by a sword.
The saintess swallowed her saliva. Her goosebumps rose. It was Magi. It was also forged to the limit, and it became a demonic spirit. Each of her feathers were such demons.
The Demon King spread his wings wide. It was a very simple motion, but the saintess saw that the air around her split into demonic air and fell powerlessly. Although Magira was the complete opposite of her aura, it was forged just as sharply. The saintess was unable to say anything. She just had to hold her mang gauche tight enough for her to sweat.
-Keyiing – !
The saintess blinked her eyes. She didn’t have a knight. What happened? It was only after looking at the countless lacerations on the floor that I was able to deduce that the Demon King swung his wings a few times and slashed them. But what about the knight? Where is the driver?
-Chiyiyi…… !
The saintess lifted her head at the ghastly sound coming from above her again. Far away, the upper level of the vast Tenmaden. Two figures caught my eye near the skylight. A dazzling golden light was falling around them, so the two dark figures stood out even more.
“Ha…… !”
The saintess let out a rough breath. Innumerable pitch blacks were flickering between the golden lights that scattered like snow. Barely, she was able to infer that they were a knight-nim and a demon king who were moving fast and clashing.
The jet-black flashes that flickered innumerable times soon coalesced into two dots that engulfed the surroundings. The two jet blacks, each gathered on opposite sides of the battle of ten thousand horses, shouted at each other.
──────────── !
It was a shock beyond imagination. The air exploded randomly, and cracks were created here and there simply by shockwaves. There were even scars on the pillar at the end of the column where the saintess was.
The saintess couldn’t stand it without calling the knight at such a tremendous sight. She was saying that her experience so far was that the driver would be fine, but her heart was screaming that the driver might be hurt. She opened her mouth
But nothing came out of her mouth.
– Support position… ! Now… !
At the tip of the sword facing the tip of the Partizan, black energy spread out in all directions distorting the surroundings like electricity. Looking at the virtual image of her old friend who still had an expressionless face, the Death Knight muttered.
“Come to think of it, I’ve never had a fight with you, even out of simple curiosity.”
Once again, the middle left wingtip and the upper right wingtip were seen twitching. Death Knight immediately raised her kite shield.
-Quaaaaa – !
After the storm of eggs caused by demonia had swept away, it was a slashing cry from the spear. The Demon King’s illusion moved six wings to block the slashing attack that roared with a sound that would cut through space and slashed at him to eat himself.
-Chisuuuuu…… !
In the air, feathers from numerous wings began to flutter. They could not withstand the sharpness of the slash and fell off. Looking at the feathers passing by, the Death Knight said.
“Since you and I were contractors. At the time, we weren’t in a situation where we would face each other like this. Because it was an exhibition. Do you remember the joke about fighting after winning the war?”
No words were heard. The illusion of the demon king wrapped itself in demonic wings, then concentrated them on one and began sharpening them into a sharp form. Death Knight laughed bitterly at the fact that he couldn’t even talk about his memories properly. Then, in preparation for the next attack of illusion, he began to concentrate his physical strength on the tip of the spear.
Now I had to see the end. Heo Sang was blocking his attacks better than he thought, and he was also doing a good counterattack. He said he adjusted his power to see if there was a dangerous ability, but it was unexpected that he blocked it and even counterattacked.
As time went on, the magic of illusions grew thicker and thicker. To the extent that the Death Knight, not the Demon God, could clearly feel it. It feels like it is constantly being supplied from somewhere. All over this space. It felt like fighting a thousand battles. He nodded his head at the thought that suddenly occurred to him.
If his prediction that Manmajeon supplies demonic energy is correct, then as time goes by, it is this side that becomes more and more disadvantageous. Even if he went into a long-term battle, he wouldn’t be able to do this all day long, but he had a lady.
You have to block the attack that the virtual image is preparing now and use the slight gap to feed a strong attack.
That was when he thought so.
“Kyaaaaak-!”
Death Knight turned his head at the sudden scream. The saintess was lying on the floor. And something of hers was coming towards her. It was the dream demon.
‘Leternia!’
The Death Knight turned her gaze toward the throne. Her throne was empty. Damn, I thought you were focusing on the battle between me and Revancalus, wasn’t it!
Death Knight did not have time to think about it and immediately threw her body towards the saintess.
The Demon God of Dreams swears inwardly.
‘Damn unstable body. To miss it just by biting my wrist.’
That fact made the Demon God’s idea of taking possession of the body even stronger. She bit her lip and lunged at her saintess.
-Kiiiii – !
She glanced away at the sound of her dizziness. The Death Knight was running toward him. She let out a scream inside her, measuring the distance between herself and her saintess. It was useless. No matter how fast she moves, the tip of a Death Knight’s spear will pierce her. She finally screamed as if squeezing her voice.
“Attack this kid -!”
‘…… !’
At Leternia’s voice, the Death Knight averted his gaze startled. The angle of the illusion of the Demon God King, who wrapped herself in an awl-like shape with her demonic wings, was adjusting the angle. It was the direction of the saintess.
‘Damn it!’
The direction the Death Knight was running towards was between Leternia and her saintess. Only then can Leternia be stopped. But now, the virtual image was aiming for a complete saint. The Death Knight twisted her own body as she was almost flying away.
‘Keuuugh!’
A bizarre feeling of pressure from her forced turn wrapped around him. But he succeeded. He was barely able to hold on to the illusion that had taken the form of Magi’s awl.
-Quad Deuk – !
It was the sound of the Death Knight breaking the floor she was stepping on inside. It was none other than Manmajeon, and Magi’s rapid prowess was truly terrifying. Magi’s awl was in a tense confrontation with the Death Knight.
Death Knight spat out her curse words randomly. She couldn’t force herself properly because she was forced to change her direction. He glanced behind her and said.
“Eshil… Lia… ! Hurry and dodge!”
Seeing the scene with her mouth wide open, Celia nodded her head hastily. However, her saintess was soon forced to scream by her dream demon grabbing her own hair.
“Leternia – !”
A roar mixed with anger flowed from the Death Knight’s mouth. Leternia flinched at those words, but did not stop her actions.
“It’s the same thing whether you’re trapped here and your body rots, or you die from that undead! I want to live too!”
Her cry flowed out of the dream demon’s mouth as if she was exhaling in vain. Ecilia struggled over her tiny body. She wanted to get out, but her demon body was too big for her.
“Be still… there is… ! It won’t be painful… !”
Her phantasmagoric demon pressing down on the saintess’s head suddenly realized something strange. Even if she struggles at random, can her hands get under her clothes…… ?
The Demon God shouldn’t have thought of that. Before she could think of that, she had to concentrate on her actions and take up her saintly body.
A scroll was held at the tip of the saintess’s hand, which had escaped from her clothes.
The saintess shouted as she tore her scroll.
“FireballFireball – !!”
Instantaneous flames engulfed her demon body. Her eyes were closed by the sudden flame.
‘…… !’
Death Knight felt the speed of her awl slow down for a moment, probably because her commanding authority, Leternia, was distracted. He tightened her grip on her awl with both hands. He hurled the awl with a roar.
It was in the direction of Leternia.
When the Demon God of Dreams opened his eyes, he saw the magi’s awl right in front of him, and realized that this is how it feels to not even scream.