Ch.354354. Resolution (7)

“What on earth are you doing?!”

Huh, this guy’s voice finally changed to sound like Elia’s tone.

I’ve been getting hurt here and there since entering the void zone.

“Ow.”

Even I, who am used to all kinds of pain, couldn’t help but groan from the terrifying agony that kept surging through me.

The demonic energy extending from the Fallen Sky’s seal reaches into the remains of nearby demons. The energy mixing with their bodies begins to resonate and blend together, as if “connecting” them to me.

“What am I doing?”

I barely manage to spit out those words.

“I’m erasing your worries.”

“What…?”

“Thanks for coming in with me. I probably couldn’t have made it this far alone.”

It’s kind of funny.

I was able to get this far because this guy “fought” alongside me.

With life-or-death situations, iron man traits, and sometimes his direct help.

You could say he pretended to fight while practically guiding me here.

“What do you mean by erasing my worries…?”

Wasn’t that what he was always worried about?

The power that demons possess is immensely strong, and there will always be humans who try to exploit it.

He did behead all the Cultists of the Demon when he crossed over to this world line, but there’s nothing stopping second or third generations of demon worshippers from appearing.

“…I’ve found that human greed is harder to kill than demons.”

“…That’s true.”

Seeing his calm acknowledgment, I respond with a bitter smile.

“It’s not their fault though.”

“…”

“They were born that way. It’s the fault of those who try to exploit them.”

The blame has been misplaced from the beginning.

Giving up completely on changing something bad and shifting to erasing the cause is no different from running away.

“Then, what are you going to do?”

“It’s simple.”

One more thing to thank this guy for.

The idea for what I’m about to do was provided by him.

I answer with a smirk.

I’ve mentioned this before.

A long time ago, I made this promise to Elnore too.

-I chose the Holy Magic Department to save you.

Back then, it was just something I said to gloss over the situation, but now that we’re here, it’s not entirely wrong.

“When you mix half and half, everything becomes bland, you know?”

With that murmur.

The “holy power” flowing into the Fallen Sky’s seal began to mix with the demonic energy and spread explosively.

“Those waiting, please prepare to enter in order!”

As Bogart Marquis said this, various reactions erupted from the communication device.

[Wow, is this a communication device?]

[As expected of a barbarian, haven’t you seen one of these before?]

[…Are you done talking, punk?]

[Stop fighting even when we’ve come this far-!]

“…”

Bogart Marquis gave a bitter smile at the chaos that erupted from just one statement.

Even in this situation, it’s hard to tell if they get along well or poorly when they’re making such a mess.

One thing is certain though.

They all have enough composure to not show any seriousness even in a situation where their lives could be in danger at any moment.

They probably all have one clear focal point.

‘They clearly don’t think they’re going to lose.’

Bogart thought while stroking his chin.

They can’t be without a sense of crisis. Considering the hierarchy of enemies they’re facing, it’s impossible for a human not to feel that emotion.

However, despite that.

No one seems to think they’re being pushed to the edge.

‘I guess it’s because they’re all so strong.’

Suddenly, Darwood Campbell, who has led these people and easily overcome such crises until now, seems truly remarkable…

“…This might be an overreaction.”

“…I don’t think so.”

“Pardon?”

“Bringing together such colorful individuals seems like no ordinary ability.”

That’s true.

Anyway, the signals of Darwood Campbell and the person called the Luminary have long disappeared inside the void zone.

We need to send the Demonic Vessels in there quickly to search—

“Hmm?”

It was then that Bogart Marquis’s gaze detected something strange.

Something was happening in the center of the void zone, which appeared as a completely blank area on the Tribal Union’s virtual battlefield display.

“…”

He narrowed his eyes and stared at it intently.

At first, it looked like a dot.

Then a line.

Then a plane.

Then multiple layers.

Then—

“…?”

Some kind of “energy” that kept expanding and expanding.

-!

-!!!!!

[-Error-!!!]

Soon it created a massive pillar of light that began to rise as if to pierce the heavens.

“Observation team, what on earth is this?!”

As Bogart Marquis shouted with a hardened expression, the personnel in the command and control room nearby began running around like their tails were on fire, checking various measurements.

The Tribal Union’s top elites are talents who have faced all kinds of situations, befitting their title.

“…We don’t know, sir.”

-In that sense.

Such an answer immediately reveals how extraordinary the current situation is.

An eerie energy that even those who have encountered all kinds of abilities immediately gave up analyzing was rising from the center of the void zone.

“Demonic energy would be the closest hypothesis, but there’s too much heterogeneous energy mixed in to call it that.”

“…What kind of heterogeneous energy?”

“…Holy power is mixed in as well.”

“…”

Even Bogart Marquis was at a loss for words at that.

Good heavens.

He’d sooner believe that water and oil were created to blend harmoniously.

Holy power mixed with demonic energy?

“Find out where it’s originating from immediately. We need to know what’s happening in there-!”

Bogart Marquis screamed out such a sentence, but the following situation was too urgent to continue with such countermeasures.

The pillar of light that rose up turbulently began to split into several strands.

The energy that coiled in the air then began to spread in all directions, as if automatically “tracking” someone.

As if targeting certain humans nearby.

‘-?’

Bogart Marquis’s eyes instinctively began to follow the trajectory.

It didn’t take long to realize where those spreading pillars of light were heading.

“Damn it…!”

It was a curse far removed from his usual dignity, but the situation certainly warranted it.

The humans there were undoubtedly Demonic Vessels.

Yuria Greyhaunter blinked and examined her body.

“Huh.”

What just happened?

‘So…’

She frowned, trying hard to recall what had just occurred.

A massive pillar of light suddenly rose into the sky, then fragments of light fell from it and flew toward her, she was covered in it, and then immediately lost consciousness…

“…”

She slowly examined her body.

There was no visible change, but her body felt…

‘Light.’

She hadn’t particularly rested well. There was no specific trigger.

Yet she felt strangely unburdened.

As if a shackle that had bound her for her entire life had fallen off.

“Sis, my body feels strange right now-“

Yuria’s words were cut off abruptly.

She had spoken to the person always closest to her.

But that was clearly not Lucien.

“…Uh…”

She looked the “person” up and down.

Clearly.

This is.

“…A doppelganger?”

She uttered the name of such a being she had encountered once before.

“…What are you babbling about?”

Hearing the fierce voice, she closed her mouth.

That doppelganger definitely didn’t show such a lively response back then…

‘…No.’

She made a tearful face as she looked up and down at the one who looked “exactly like her.”

Height, appearance, everything is identical to her.

The only difference might be that they’re completely naked, without a single piece of clothing.

‘…Naked?’

Suddenly, the name of a being with such characteristics whenever encountered comes to mind.

She unconsciously mutters.

“…Demon?”

“Huh?”

“…”

Seeing the fierce expression that she herself would never make, Yuria immediately became certain.

This is definitely “that thing” that was inside the Vessel…!

“…Is this a human body?”

While she was dumbfounded.

The demon who had taken her body suddenly muttered those words.