episode_0021

My breath was caught, suffocating.

The blood wouldn’t stop.

Pale skin and trembling indicated excessive bleeding.

No, there was almost no movement now.

The potion the woman mentioned was truly effective. It possessed a restorative power unlike any potion I had seen before.

“…The magic is corroding.”

Due to the demon’s self-destructive choice, the magic penetrated deeply into the wound.

Uriah’s cold eyes sank down to Ian’s body.

There was nothing I could do about this.

The magic had already reached near his heart. Blue veins were becoming visible on the man’s chest. It was a sign of severe danger.

The foolish woman had demanded an immediate potion but was struggling even against ten demons.

Uriah, with whatever strength remained in Ian’s arm, lifted it and placed her hand on his cheek.

“…Master?”

I spoke out of hope, but naturally, there was no response.

What can a hunting dog do once it loses its master?

Seeing the arm dropping into the void, the dryness around Uriah’s eyes sharpened, moisture seeping in.

The body was growing cold.

A chilling experience.

I had experienced this before.

“…”

The mansion seemed to sink into an even more desolate atmosphere.

Unless the master’s heart is replaced without being extracted, there is no hope.

Naturally, the only option left is an impossible treatment, even if the High Priestess comes.

It’s the method of treatment unique to vampires affected by magic corrosion.

“If I had turned you into a vampire from the beginning.”

A fierce crimson light envelops the woman once, emanating from her eyes.

It became much hotter than the blood she held in her arms.

Crimson fluids, as if revealing her innermost thoughts, surrounded her like waves.

“I love you. I loved you. I still love you. Forever, even if it means becoming a corpse, I will cherish you forever. I love you once again, Ian.”

Her trembling hands embraced the now cold body.

Somehow, the body felt even colder than before.

There was no room for regret.

The scent of human blood began to emerge.

The proxy agent, a woman, had now reached her limit.

Suddenly, the most crucial memory emerged. If she continued like this, she wouldn’t even be able to repay Ian’s enemy.

Absolutely not. She must not miss this opportunity. Not a single one should slip through; she would slaughter them all.

“I will kill them all. Every last one,”

Every demon left in this world.

…

The ceiling seemed distant. The divided view, two, threefold, was disorienting.

Rushing towards Rachel, she received the full impact head-on after breaking free from Uriah’s barrier.

And the ominous sensation, along with the fact that Uriah had given up and reverted to that state…

“Magic.”

That creature was undeniably trying to reach my heart.

Like a person lying on an autopsy table suddenly being probed by a hand.

The cold body moved.

But it hadn’t been long since it arrived in this world.

One of the unique attributes received from Rachel was still connecting me.

[Unique Attribute: Sensitivity]

Enhances understanding and precision of one’s own attribute, Brainwave in my case.

Though the magic erosion progressed faster due to the slight mana emission, the target, the heart, stopped.

With its purpose lost, the magic slowly began to leave my body, and as I roughly estimated that all the magic had left, the body, which had been set in motion through a spell, moved automatically.

The hand, raised to the chilled chest, conjured golden brainwaves.

“Huuaaack!!”

Ian regained consciousness.

As he wiped his chest with a solemn feeling, in that moment of restlessness,

“….!”

What met his eyes was a blood-red sky. No, it was the sight of black blood drenching the mansion.

Uriah, unilaterally slaughtering demons, filled his vision.

Demons were fleeing.

At the sight, only one thought came to mind.

“………Damn.”

A short and simple word.

There was no other expression that could better encapsulate my current situation and feelings.

Before Ian, who was struck with astonishment, could even wash his face, there was something he had to do first.

…

In the moment of slaughter, Yuria heard no sound.

The boiling rage she experienced for the first time was too intense.

Her awakened magic violently began to create a barrier, shaking the entire mansion.

Skipping the intermediate processes that should have been experienced, Yuria’s body now simultaneously held five circles, folded like a piece of paper cut and forcibly reattached.

Even more than the physical pain, the mental anguish tormented her, causing even grown men to groan in agony.

Above all, the pain felt in her chest was what troubled her the most.

The person who had last given her a warm embrace as a gift.

Unaccustomed to his usual presence and daily life, she whispered love to him every day. But now, she only sighed at not being able to intoxicate him anymore.

If she had barged into his study, forced the door shut, and tried to take him by force, he would eventually have surrendered himself to her, just as he did when he first gave her blood.

“I cherish you the most.”

However, she gazed at the demon minions with a cold, resolute look, showing no sign of pain.

She raised her hand.

Emotionally and as a vampire, the awakened final boss was now capable of easily annihilating the bosses of ordinary episodes.

As evidence,

In the sky above the mansion, the vampire’s pupils began to pulsate.

[ Level 7 Twilight of Dawn ]

[ Area Debuff/Curse ]

– This is a reverse spell. It has the opposite effect of the original spell.

– User proficiency is over 120. The barrier is further strengthened.

Blood suddenly surged, covering the mansion.

Desperate demons floundered, but it was already too late.

Countless kin poured out from the sky like a gate had opened, pouring out blood and reappearing as if the sky had torn open, spilling blood once again.

“…”

As her right hand split and bled as payment, Yuria healed it indifferently.

Arrows of crimson light poured from the sky like rain.

And countless kin emerged without restraint, filling the sky and the earth in an incomprehensible spectacle.

In a scene more hellish than hell itself, the demons were surrounded.

Level 7 Grand Magic.

Is there a magic worthy of use by a Level 5 Circle? Even if one were to make a contract with a demon, reaching Level 6 is barely achievable. By the way, Rachel’s ice magic is also around Level 3.5. Not to mention it’s twice that. And not just a simple doubling, but squared—raising the power to about 50 times more than 2.

By that calculation, the number would skyrocket to an extent where calling it astronomical would still be an understatement. Originally, it’s impossible. That’s how it can be defined in one word. The magic used by the Level 5 Circle seems to be almost at the level of a limit for Level 4 magic. It’s impossible unless you have the blessed talismans like Yuriya. Insane scientists managed to bring out Level 6 magic at the risk of their lives, but it’s incomplete. Humans have to resort to all sorts of tricks just to reach Level 6 with half measures.

Yuriya effortlessly raised her magic to around Level 7.5 instead of going to Level 8, leaving everyone in awe. If the Tower Master had witnessed this spectacle, he would have tried to recruit Yuriya at a highly skilled level. A genius who has perfectly combined modern education and basic knowledge of the academy, Yuriya made it possible. It’s all, all her knowledge.

“But….” As memories of Ian surfaced within her, Yuriya inwardly cursed. Trying to escape? Making her loved ones suffer like that. Her clenched fist shook violently.

…Rachel, who was watching the scene, just stared blankly at it. Among them, a succubus who looked fairly decent as an intermediate demon was visible. However, she was constantly surrounded by undying kin, wielding magic incessantly. As time passed, although the bodies of her kin piled up beneath her feet, the number of those rushing in from all directions exceeded her capacity.

Soon, a vampire successfully seized a momentary opening and sank its fangs into her neck, hidden by her black hair. Mongma, who screamed, roughly pushed the creature away, but her hand only swiped through empty air. Gradually, ecstasy mingled with the agony on her face. A woman who seemed to feel the pleasure she had bestowed.

Finally, trembling, he released the magnificent staff from his own hands. As soon as his legs were freed, a swarm of demons pounced on him as if they had been waiting.

Here, it was nothing short of hell, where regardless of intermediate, lower, or lowest ranks, one met a miserable end. To find a place where even the stench of repulsive blood didn’t matter was none other than one person.

“More… make it more agonizing. You must imprint your suffering on the devils. Never show a hint of leaving hell again. If the gates of hell open, I will gladly enter, for that is where the parents of my enemies reside, and they must all be killed without exception.”

It was the moment when the orchestra reached its climax and the curtain fell. No, was it a performance to commemorate the beginning? Uriah, who had quietly begun to rage, drew even more power.

Uriah’s power had already far surpassed enough to destroy an entire city. By the way, that woman Rachel, who had been a thorn in her side since earlier, was no longer in sight. What appeared within the field of vision following the magic was…

“Ian…? How did you get here… More importantly, don’t, don’t embrace me. Can’t you understand the situation?”

“Just a moment, please excuse me. Clearly, here…”

“Stop it! Ian, please stop this… Hm,” Uriah, whose mind was now somewhat clouded, stared at the place.

“….Ha?” If embracing oneself was the best, and she had said so, and was embracing herself? Is the demon now trying to deceive her with illusions? Or…

With a sardonic laugh, Uriah’s red eyes gleamed. The sight was so terrifying that even the demons trembled and could only watch the situation unfold.

“Surely… it’s just a gust of wind, it can’t be. You’re not someone who would do that. So, please, die.”

Uriah’s hand dropped.