Chapter 106: Too easy of a strategy. (2)

Golems, gargoyles, and dragons.

An all-out attack by a triple alliance.

Though their numbers aren’t large, they keep swarming in just when you start to forget about them.

“Skreee!”

“Isn’t this too easy?”

Battle mage, still cautious from the previous battle with the Four Dragons, didn’t lower her guard so easily.

Which, in a way, makes sense.

“Well, what do you expect? It was already foretold, wasn’t it?”

“That’s true, but what if another Four Dragon shows up? Isn’t this where that Demon Lord lives?”

She’s not wrong either.

This is the tower where the Demon Lord exists.

“We still have the hero party as a trump card.”

“But they’re not even here yet.”

“They’ll come. They have to.”

They’re basically like tactical nukes.

The holy sword of the hero is beyond my reach.

No matter how hard I try to catch up, I can’t grasp that holy sword or its light; it belongs solely to the hero.

The chosen class that can defeat the Demon Lord—the light chosen by the gods for a human. I don’t even dare dream of it.

But it’s only natural to feel envious.

How can that foolish human be the hero?

Someone so indecisive is the hero?

That’s why I hate that hero even more.

Just look at this situation.

Shouldn’t they have been ready and prepared by now if I needed them?

– It sounds like you’re expressing some kind of inferiority complex over not being chosen as the hero.

“Goddess, you really shouldn’t say that.”

– To put it simply, you’re just frustrated because the hero isn’t acting the way you want, right?

“Be quiet. That’s not important right now. It doesn’t change the fact that human is annoying. Even when I was lost in darkness, that person was always shining. And I know that person likes me. Yet, someone who supposedly likes me is this slow to act?”

Even if I could crack the Demon Lord’s skull, in the end, I’d need the holy sword to truly defeat him.

– Well…

“What?”

– For one, your lovely follower sealed the entrance so no one can enter. Plus, you didn’t exactly inform the other side.

“That’s one thing, but this is another. As the hero, they should know what I’m thinking.”

In any case, I decided to ignore the Goddess’s comments.

The hero will come eventually, like it or not.

I’ve already broadcast my location, so they’ll have to fight through the Heavenly King’s guild to get here.

“Thanks for the 10,000-won donation! As always, this Succubus, the pride of Korea, is deeply grateful!”

I had Succubus, the pride of Korea, start a broadcast at just the right time.

Broadcasting with the latest drone, sponsored by none other than Park Chun-seok himself, it’s so perfect that it hardly needs any help.

Today’s broadcast will show not only Succubus’s strength but also the elite Kanora Church as an undeniable force in dungeon raids, far surpassing hunters.

Sure, there are some streamers who fake danger, but most take their work seriously since their lives are on the line.

Yet, here we are, dealing with high-level monsters without breaking a sweat.

– Neko Cheonma is even more amazing.

– Succubus’s got that… you know.

– LOL, the pride of Korea, haha.

– I like the saintess too.

– Kanora! Kanora!

Viewers are now fully focused on Kanora Church.

More specifically, on the variety of ways they’re showcasing it.

Even the president is backing us, so hunters don’t dare say a word.

We’re cutting through everything in our path, from gargoyles to golems and dragons.

The appearance of these creatures is perfect for lighting up the broadcast platform.

“Yeah, everything’s good, but…”

Then, out of nowhere, skeletons started to appear.

Undead monsters with nothing but bare white bones.

It was just like the last mass assault, except now with skeletons.

“Hm. I guess there’s a next wave.”

This seemed like a clear sign.

It was obvious that the appearance of the lich king was imminent.

Anyone could tell.

Even the army of the Four Dragons ultimately belonged to the lich king.

How many of these guys are still left here?

“Is this that lich king from last time?”

“Yeah.”

“The one who controls the Four Dragons?”

Battle mage gritted her teeth.

Surprisingly, she’s a woman who craves battle with strong opponents.

Could she be scared of this?

“Technically, he could barely control them and only managed to bind them with charms. So, he’s probably just a large creature with a bloated size. You scared?”

No way, right?

This is the same Battle mage who fought the Demon Lord in the other world.

Though she learned some useless finishing moves, her raw combat power is among the strongest of all returnees.

It’d be troublesome if she were scared of the lich king.

“Are you crazy? I just really hate bones. White bones. Ugh, that’s why I can’t even eat bone broth.”

“Oh, so you don’t like haunted houses either?”

“No, I just hate bones.”

I guess that makes sense.

If she were truly scared, she wouldn’t have torn through those Four Dragons.

It’s more like disgust than fear.

Anyway, the signs are clear now.

– Ugh, I’m tired of this bone wave.

– I think I’d prefer dragons at this point.

– Looks like something’s about to show up.

Even the viewers are getting tired of the bones by now.

That’s understandable.

Although there haven’t been many undead in the Tower of Destruction, the audience who watched my rampage against the Four Dragons in real-time are bored of bones by now.

To them, bones are just something that gets wiped out by the saintess.

– Still, watching the saintess’s… you know… when she fights bones is great.

– Yeah, but…

– We just need something else to fight.

– You can’t get the same angle with dragons as you do with bones.

– Yeah, that too…

Several users with similar usernames are praising my “mammtong”.

Comparing a woman’s breasts to “mammtong” is utterly vulgar.

I’ll remember those guys and deal with them later.

The 8th floor was initially a bright grassy plain.

But as we progressed, it gradually became darker, eventually resembling a cemetery.

I wasn’t sure if the 9th floor existed or if we unknowingly reached it, but the atmosphere grew increasingly grim.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

Something was emerging from the darkness, and just seeing it made me feel uneasy.

I had a hunch about what it was.

“I’m tired of smashing these things too.”

Said the overweight orc, shaking bone fragments off his hand.

He had already been smashing undead with his fists, so there was no need to say more.

Simply put, the undead were no longer a threat to us.

In fact, were there even any monsters left that could threaten us?

If I had to point out something, it would be the weird noise that had been echoing for a while.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

The source of the noise was about to change things.

The Lich King appeared.

A giant black coffin came into view, and a massive skull rose from within.

“Ha ha ha ha. I never thought the saint would arrive before the hero.”

“Are you the Lich King?”

It was just a giant, made entirely of bones, floating in the air and wearing tattered clothes.

If you draped rags over a skeleton in a science lab, you could make a figure just like this Lich King.

But what can you do?

You and I are on completely different levels.

I manifested six wings and a halo of Oreo-colored light.

“What’s this? Wait, are you really the saint? You didn’t look like this the last time.”

It seems like he’s seen me before.

“Whatever. Get lost. How dare a filthy skeleton stand before an angel?”

Slash!

I decapitated the Lich before he could react further.

Of course, he wouldn’t die from just this.

Some undead creatures keep moving even after having all their limbs and heads chopped off.

The Lich would be no different.

“Ha ha ha! So, you’ve become an angel! But even so, I, the Lich King, command tens of thousands of troops in this very place. The moment you kill me, the Demon King will be alerted, and my beloved army will—”

Yes, they’re rising.

But that was all they were doing—rising.

“Cheonma Slash!”

“These piles of bones are seriously annoying.”

The returnees struck down the Lich King’s army with overwhelming power.

Cheonma’s Slash buried countless bones back into the grave, and even Battle mage, who despises bones, swept through every one of them with his massive lance.

Although they were supporting us, even the fish were not to be underestimated.

We were all too strong.

Tens of thousands of troops?

If they’re just bones, it’s laughable.

“Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands of soldiers? Are they for eating or something?”

I’ve already cleared a whole dragon’s den by myself.

It seems this guy wasn’t around back then.

“What… What is this? This doesn’t make any sense! My army of death, which has never been defeated, is—”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

Given how pitifully the Lich King was crushed, it was clear that the returnees would easily overwhelm him with their sheer numbers.

“You witch! I won’t let you reach the Demon King!”

“Why do you keep acting like you know me? I don’t know you.”

“!!”

Why does he act so familiar?

I’ve never seen him before.

Have I?

Even if I have, I don’t care to remember.

He’s just another pile of bones buried in a grave to me.

“I’ve only heard of the Lich King. I don’t care about someone like you. You’re not even worth fighting.”

Right now, I’ve got my sights set on cutting off the useless Demon King’s head.

“What did you say?”

“You should have caught me when you had the chance. Instead, you were crushed by the hero’s arrival. Tsk tsk.”

The Demon King’s clone I encountered in the dragon’s den was obliterated in one strike from the hero’s divine sword.

It was largely because it was just a clone, but it also showed the terrifying power of the hero’s sword.

Looking back with a calm mind, I realize the Demon King might not be stronger than before.

He spoke of alternate worlds to me.

It’s the same with him.

According to the hero, this guy is a god who descended to the mortal realm to wreak havoc.

Specifically, a demonic god.

At least in that world, there was a demonic realm, and even cults that worshiped the Demon King.

But in this world?

Even though cults exist, only a few, like the returnees and the hero’s party, know that the Demon King is at the top of the Tower of Destruction.

There’s no force worshipping the Demon King, so he has no influence here.

-That’s exactly right. A god’s power fluctuates based on the faith of people. Their role can change as well.

If that’s true, then the Demon King is no exception.

Even the demons in this copied world of the Demon King have no followers to bolster his power.

In this world that isn’t his, the Demon King is weaker.

Which means I’m going to face him again.

With the strength I’ve gained, how will I fare against the Demon King?

The weakest of gods became the Demon King.

The divine sword is another god that has defeated the Demon King.

And the goddess Kanora created me.

-Praise me.

Oh, goddess, thank you for making me so beautiful.

But first, I need to take care of this worthless pile of bones.