episode_0158

It took quite a while to finally get here.

[Why do you think we spread our plans throughout the planes as a form of entertainment?]

Deltan thought.

Lastoria, as known on the continent, is definitely not a benevolent and loving god.

On the contrary, she is truly a persistent and conniving woman.

[Hehe, entertainment has potential. This means that multiple endings can be shown. So wouldn’t it be easier to hide it?]

“… Hide it.”

[What can you say?]

She is the woman who best suits the word ‘devil.’

[Hidden real ending.]

For the first time in his life, Deltan met someone he did not want to have as an enemy.

*

Demons that were sealed and confined by the hall a long time ago.

The usurpers of the halls destroyed by them.

That was the composition that Lastoria had planned.

Since the appearance of Hermanesis, all powers in space have disappeared.

Between them, the demons, and the Deltans, all that’s left now is just one body.

Originally, it was supposed to be a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

But that didn’t happen.

Because there was an absolute being here that even the power of Hermanesis could not do anything about.

[You really knew that, but you have a very impatient personality.]

[One is excellent. I will do whatever you wish.]

Rastoria, the devil of creation, and Palantir, the devil of the end.

Two beings who symbolize the beginning and end of everything came forward.

As they wave their hands, the space shatters and the usurpers fall out.

[Aaaah!!!]

The power of the beings who wielded miracles as if they were breathing was so powerful.

The usurpers’ struggle could hardly continue.

“Boss.”

Kaltara said, taking a deep breath.

“Is it okay to go on a rampage now?”

She still can’t contain her excitement.

Even though all the mana that made her absolute has disappeared, she doesn’t seem to care at all.

Deltan understood. What she wanted was cruelty, not strength, and struggle, not victory.

Therefore, Kaltara will feel even more excited about this situation. She’s one step closer to death.

“Run as much as you want.”

Kaltara didn’t even reply and ran forward.

Her long laugh and the screams of the usurpers filled the collapsing Colosseum.

“What about you?”

Deltan asked the remaining hounds, and they answered.

“, I think it’s okay not to come forward.”

“I’m not that interested either.”

[Galan also said he has no thoughts. I think it would be dangerous without magic.]

These were the words of Ailee, the wife of Jevis, Pobler, and Galan, in order.

Yes, in fact, there is nothing they can do while their supernatural ability has collapsed.

Deltan then looked at Cargo.

“La, Lastoria… !”

Oh yeah. From Cargo’s point of view, since he met the main deity he worshiped, he would be more preoccupied with her than anything else and would be unable to think normally.

Even though he is a pig that likes to play and eat, he is basically a priest, so he must be young.

“Kyaung.”

Meanwhile, Aria was babbling again.

Aria’s gaze was focused on the moment of one-sided massacre.

“Kids don’t see things like that.”

Deltan chuckled and poked Aria’s forehead.

Aria frowned, then burst into laughter.

Is he already trying to act like a devil when he’s not even a day old?

“This needs to be seen bigger.”

Deltan corrected Aria and hugged her.

The weight is quite heavy.

It was probably the added weight of power as the contract ingredients seeped into Aria’s body.

‘When he grows up, I won’t be able to beat him.’

He is a child inhabited by the absolutes, devils, and gods.

Not only Delta himself, but even Lastoria and Palantir would not be able to handle a fully grown Aria.

That fact is both worrying and reassuring.

At least it means that Aria will not be in danger.

“Then let’s go.”

Deltan took a step forward.

Ignoring the usurpers falling sideways, ignoring the blood pouring out like a fountain from all directions.

I just took one step forward.

“You make it hot.”

Robrace approached.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I can’t ask for more than this. It’s a sight just like I dreamed of.”

The man’s vaguely smiling face is quite disgusting.

The Deltan chuckled and looked away, as he understood the position of having been led by these people for at least hundreds of years, but did not want to see them any more.

“Wait. When I’m done, I’ll send you back to Earth.”

“Ah, damn it. I’m already excited. When I go back, I’m going to binge-watch all the space war series that have come out so far.”

“That series failed.”

“… Lie.”

“If you want to believe that, believe it. I am not responsible.”

While chatting, we finally reached the head table of the Colosseum.

It was there.

“It’s been a while?”

A snowball that won’t hurt even if you hit it to death, the spirit king.

*

Ever since hearing about the background of the birth of the Hall, there was a question that had always existed in Deltans’ minds.

‘Then who planned the betrayal?’

That’s what a coup is. Usually, there has to be an instigator who thought of the matter and planned it. However, no one gave an answer as to who he was.

In the end, all Delta people can do is find the answer alone.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

“Your birth background. That was the hint.”

The Spirit King is the child of Lastoria and Palantir.

This is the first horse shoe they released.

In other words, it is the first contract.

I don’t know the reason, but I can’t name anyone other than the Spirit King who has the ability to challenge their authority and take over the hall.

[Is this what happened?]

The Spirit King sighed.

One thing that is unique is that it is not just a matter of lamenting.

“Isn’t it time to take a bath?”

[It’s useless. So nothing changes.]

“Now you can act cool… .”

[I had a short dream.]

The Spirit King said.

[I became their child and ruled the land, but I hoped for freedom because I could not become a complete individual. Even though I was not inferior to them, it was painful to have to remain as a tool.]

“Fuck you.”

[It sounds like that.]

The Spirit King’s eyes turned to Aria.

[What about that child?]

Are you just being unlucky to the end?

Deltan snorted and hugged Aria to Robrace.

“Hold me for a while.”

“Ah, yes.”

Deltan clenched his fists.

And then he approached the Spirit King.

“Do you remember what I said?”

The Spirit King looked at Deltan with an indifferent face.

Deltan said with a grin.

“I said I would tear you to death if I saw you again.”

Immediately after finishing speaking, Deltan plunged his fist into the Spirit King’s face.

puck! There was the sound of snowballs being hit.

*

There are no abilities left. All he has is a body and all he can do is punch.

Fortunately, that was enough.

The body made of woven snowballs was so soft that it could be torn apart with just one fist.

[I wanted to break the bondage.]

I tore my cheek.

[I did not want to remain as a part of the endless cycle of birth and extinction.]

pulled out shoulder

[The magic flower is blooming. Forever, constantly. I didn’t want people like me to continue to exist.]

I pulled out my chin.

Only then did the Deltan speak to the rag-tag Spirit King.

“Words are like that. It depends on the packaging. It’s as if the struggle of a helpless coward because he doesn’t want to die is being treated as a cause.”

It’s like hitting someone on the back of the head and gaining weight.

Of course, there was a possibility that he actually had a great cause, but Deltans would firmly deny it.

It had to be that way.

“It seems like he’s confident that he can’t kill you.”

Where does the spirit king’s leisure come from?

If you think about the reason, it is easy to understand.

He is the will of the continent itself. The land called the continent itself was his body.

In other words, he will not die no matter how much he is torn apart here, as long as the continent is not destroyed.

[Would you judge it that way?]

The Deltans knew.

How shameless those who have faith become.

The Spirit King, who knew that his life would be preserved even if the Wolf Hall was destroyed, was still wearing his mask.

And the Deltans had a good tool to remove the mask.

“You know that? It doesn’t matter one bit that you are the Spirit King.”

[How could it not be important?]

“It’s not important. Isn’t that what a throne is? If there is a worthy successor, it will continue to remain.”

The Spirit King expressed embarrassment for the first time.

Deltan smiled happily.

“Do you know what it is?”

That was the moment when Deltan snapped his fingers.

There was a reaction from Aria.

To be precise, a being stretched out in Aria’s chest.

“Horn Lake.”

[…] Yes.]

The one who raises his head and comes out is Horn Lake, the lake spirit who made a contract with Agnes.

He was the direct descendant of this spirit king.

Deltan savored the Spirit King’s reaction.

If he believed that the disappearance of the Spirit King would lead to the disappearance of the continent, all he had to do was invalidate that premise.

“There is a friend here who will succeed the Spirit King.”

I’ve been waiting for this for ten months.

The reward was sweet.

The Spirit King’s mask was removed.