144. back of the head (2)
Things were taking a really weird turn.
According to our predictions, the place where the final rites were to take place must have had a Lord of Ruin and a friendly dragon escorting him and fighting against the demons who would be waging a civil war.
However, when he traveled to Purgatory to prevent the last rite at best, the enemy he had to face changed overnight.
[My eyes aren’t weird… … ?]
“yes?”
[That, the ruler of disaster… … .]
“I think he’s right.”
[Wasn’t he dead?]
“I couldn’t kill him properly then. No, that parasite baby originally exists as a spirit body, so it doesn’t die easily.”
Unfortunately, there was no way for us to be aware of this situation in advance.
[Mr. Jiwoo, Yeji doesn’t listen at all… … .]
“That goes for me too.”
[There is something strange about this fog.]
The premonition using the ESP ability is messed up.
I can’t see because of this damn fog because I want to look directly into it, so I don’t know when the owner of that place changed.
This is really, I came prepared and ran, and I felt like my pulse was draining like a beer that had run out of steam.
“hey. Be honest.”
I didn’t even feel ashamed and I threw a question to the naked guy, but it feels like the answer to come back has already been decided.
Just looking at the scene unfolding in front of my eyes, it was not difficult at all to infer how this was going on.
“Could it be that you ate that bastard?”
ruler of calamity.
At first, I thought it was the blood of the real legion, but later I found out that it is a kind of mental parasite that steals and eats the ego of other races.
That nasty, troublesome fellow appears out of nowhere and takes his place in the middle of the last rites where the Lord of Ruin should be in the present situation.
If you ask me this, it sounds like the Lord of Mana Ruin was beaten in the back of the head very hard by a blonde Yankee.
【Yes.】
It was also as I expected.
The Lord of Destruction has swallowed Purgatory whole and forcibly raised his vessel, performing a ritual to gain godhood.
Since it was a task to forcibly contain the power, he probably didn’t pay attention to anything else while receiving that power throughout the ritual.
There was a good chance that he had either underestimated the dirty abilities of that blonde yankee, or had completely forgotten about his existence.
That a blonde Yankee would appear out of nowhere and devour the Lord of Destruction whole, because even I, who had cut him once with [Excalibur], didn’t expect it.
And that guy possesses unmatched power in devouring the beings who are so distracted.
“So, how does the devil you ate taste? Are you ready to eat?”
【Brother, it is not difficult at all for me.】
“Ha, you were really aiming for the right time to hit this bastard in the back.”
At this rate, I wondered if that blonde Yankee had the most unique ability in the world.
Of course, in the past, he ate one of his siblings, the blood of the legion, and this time, he achieved the amazing result of eating the head of purgatory.
It wouldn’t be easy to pick and eat such nutritious prey, but it’s so lucky that they skip it.
“So, is the Lord of Doom completely behind?”
At my question, the blonde Yankee gave me an off-putting, very dirty grin.
【This demon’s soul is now mine.】
“So you’re saying you can do whatever you want now?”
【Yes.】
“You’re such a great kid… … .”
With this, the plan that the Lord of Ruin had worked so hard to confine himself to in Purgatory for so many years was completely ruined.
Seeing that such a troublesome ghost created a helpless situation by holding the last rite despite being around, it seems that no matter what the really bad guy does, he can’t do it until the end.
At this point, I began to feel sorry for the Lord of Destruction, thinking that he might not have been born with terrible luck to get stabbed in the back here and there.
[What now?]
“I do not know… … .”
Of course, it was hard to see this as a very good situation as a troublesome guy who didn’t die easily because he was a spirit parasite took his place.
That guy was already the enemy of me and the world, and since I destroyed all of his bases, he couldn’t have good feelings for me either.
[Strong… … Can you see it?]
A huge mass of flesh wriggling, revealing its veins.
The Hive Mind of Disaster, reborn with the power of the blond Yankee, seems to have ate the Lord of Destruction, who became lethargic during the last rites, so deliciously that he gained weight.
However, it seems that he is still very hungry to feel full after consuming the Lord of Ruin.
That hideous monster was beating hard and growing its size in real time, and the prey that increased its size was none other than the force rushed through the last rites.
blonde yankee bastard.
The ruler of the calamity that made even me tingle in the back of my head, where would he use the power he obtained for free?
“Hey, you mean.”
【Speak. brother.]
“So what do you want to do next?”
Apparently, this question also seems to have a fixed answer.
【Brother. you are capable Come under our legion.]
“Well… … . What next?”
【Eradication of useless beings.】
Black mana containing the power of purgatory rushes ruthlessly into the whole body of the blond Yankee who speaks while looking at me.
He already has all the power he has, and within that black mana, although his strength and nature are different, the power that proves his rank is hidden.
It seems that a person who is much more troublesome to deal with than simple ignorant demons has been born.
I’ve never felt much danger while dealing with demons as well as the existing demons, but when dealing with that damn guy, I suffered quite a bit and went through a lot of annoying things in many ways.
A guy like me who handles freely the blood of the legion that proliferates freely, it’s really tiring to deal with just this.
That kind of guy had already reappeared with a large amount of divine power, similar to me, and was talking about ‘extermination of other races’, so the tiredness came even more densely.
【A capable brother. Your strength is needed for the eternal prosperity of the Legion.]
Talking bullshit like that with a nonchalant expression was a consistent appearance, without any change.
I never liked that arrogant expression and attitude, as if he had become the real ruler of the corps, even though he was parasitic by clinging to the soul.
“Hey, blonde Yankee.”
Originally, I and this child did not communicate well.
There is no need to hold a long conversation.
No matter what anyone says, the Legion belongs to me.
“Are you beaten by me then and it doesn’t hurt?”
The moment I finished speaking, I felt the air all around freeze in an instant.
Hatred and murder so thick that you can feel the cold in a world infested with lava. What it means is very simple.
Legion vs Legion War.
In the hot land of purgatory, lumps of filthy calamity that imitated the form of demons pushed their heads out, exuding unusual demonic energy.
In addition to that, the black fogs around me began to gather like a storm, displaying a very aggressive spirit.
“okay. Let’s meet somewhere.”
In line with this, the spark of [Flying Thunder] flashed in my hand.
Behind me, several large portals opened to summon the Legion’s troops.
―Zyra of Nemesis, awaiting the ruler’s command.
―This is Arachne, the Legion Queen. Are you deploying troops?
On the other side of purgatory, and beyond the portal connected to motherhood high in the sky, I felt the terrifying aura of a huge number of creatures.
In front of me, the objects of disaster created by the blond Yankee child are emitting terrifying energy that instantly fills all sides.
“Do I really need to say anything?”
With one swing of my arm, a bolt of divine power covered the land of Purgatory, tearing up the mist like a torrential shower.
At the same time, the legion’s mammoths and roaches began pouring out like waves through the portal.
“All Corps, attack begins.”
Now that things have happened like this, the only thing that separates the corps from the corps is a large-scale volume battle.
[Can you win… … Are you there?]
The lord of the Guardians, who carried me, quickly soared high into the sky of Purgatory, dodging the terrible mists that aimed at us.
“We have to win.”
* * *
The man stood motionless in the air, as if his feet were planted on the ground, fluttering the wings of the devil behind his back.
Baal, the highest peak of the demon hierarchy, who was wounded here and there and was bleeding precious demon blood, found it hard to believe this situation at all.
An unexpected variable, that is, a really absurd thing happened right in front of my eyes.
“The Lord of Ruin has been subdued.”
Keraphim raided the place where the final rites were taking place, and it was quite predictable that some of the demonic princes would be defeated thanks to the loss of their men.
Baal, of course, did not intend to let the mad dragon destroy the mighty power that would soon be his, so he intended to lure the dragon away, drive it away, and then return to claim its power once his men had set the stage.
Knowing that more than half of the demonic princes had fallen thanks to the mad dragon’s attack, I thought it was a really good opportunity to gulp the power of the ritual.
The operation was successful.
Keraphim followed him and attacked him like mad, and Baal responded by pretending to fight roughly, then distanced himself and returned to the place where the ritual was taking place.
However, during the moment of dropping the Keraphim, the body that the Lord of Ruin had painstakingly grown to bear the divinity had turned into a very terrible shape.
“Where did such a terrible thing come from?”
It was a really disgusting guy even to himself, the highest peak of the demon hierarchy.
In an instant, the vessel to contain the enormous power of Purgatory was transformed into a piece of flesh without proper skin, leaving only a disgusting figure of pink flesh exposing veins and arteries and pulsating.
The moment he saw the mass scattering small pieces like seeds all over the place, Baal almost vomited without realizing it.
“We must take back the power of Purgatory.”
It is the power of consciousness that allows you to rise to the top of the divine.
It is unacceptable that such precious power, which can never be let go in vain like this, goes into a hideous race.
However, there is always an insurmountable wall between ambitious thoughts and reality.
“The opponent my flame doesn’t work with… … .”
The fog, coveting his own life, ate up the flames of hell that he sowed so lightly that they were in vain.
You have to go and kill the hideous creature that controls the fog and take back its consciousness, but in reality, there is no way to approach it.
“What are you thinking about so intently?”
It was at that time that the voice of an old man with a sense of age came from behind Baal’s back.