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Grumbling.

The demons that revealed their true bodies and the demons in the shape of pregnant women that had been hiding until the day before were burned up in an instant.

“Aaaaagh-!”

The demons, still in the form of pregnant women, howled.

Meanwhile, the way they tightly covered their stomachs clearly showed how malicious they were.

The Deltan turned his back to the pillar of fire and glared at the knights.

The Marquis de Montbert smiled gently and calmed down the Deltan.

“Don’t push yourself too hard. They were also nervous because it was their first real match.”

“The devil doesn’t regard it as his first battle.”

“That’s why I brought you here.”

Deltan glared at the Marquis de Montbert with an angry face.

However, he clicked his tongue and walked away, saying ‘Tsk’.

“I’m sure there is a devil.”

“Since there is a demon of craving, wouldn’t there be a fish farm?”

“Clean it up after yourself. Because I’m only going to grab the name.”

“Keep this in mind.”

The Marquis de Montbert said so and winked at the knights.

The knights, who had been tense and stiff, finally showed a small sense of relief and followed behind the two.

There was a light in the eyes of the knights that felt like fear or admiration.

Of course, it was directed at the Deltans.

*

Tracking down the devil was simpler than I thought.

All you have to do is find the devil, find a place where more of those devils are concentrated, and you’re done.

Of course, simple doesn’t mean it’s easy.

In fact, this could be proven by the fact that more than half of those who set out to find the devil did not recognize the identity of the first devil they encountered and fell prey to it.

That’s why the Deltans were so wonderful.

Of all the people he’s ever met, he’s only pinpointed and burned the devil to death.

It was incomprehensible to the knights, but it was a familiar scene to the Marquis de Montbert.

‘It’s trustworthy.’

Hebron, the Delta, is a perfectionist.

He is also a man who never accepts defeat.

Because of his eccentricity, he was a man who became stronger than anyone else, even when it came to demons.

After all, there is no gap in his heart, so the devil’s deception cannot work.

“There are more than you think.”

“I see.”

“I remember hearing that they were cleaning regularly.”

“I did it. Until last month. These demons all happened within about a month.”

Deltan’s brow furrowed.

This is because the words of the Marquis de Montbert were a pretty bad omen.

“It means he’s a dangerous guy.”

“Now do you understand why I called you?”

“Anyway, all the troublesome work is mine.”

The speed at which demons reproduce varies depending on the ‘status’ of their leader.

The number of demons I have encountered since entering the underground waterway is now in the three digits.

This means that all of these were created in one month, meaning that the devil who rules them is a devil of that high rank.

‘Is it Gaias?’

Deltan continued his thoughts.

Then he shook his head.

‘No, I don’t feel any particular danger from Gaias yet.’

It was a guess with some basis.

This was something that could only be known if you thought about it when you got the ‘No. 1 Chambler’s Dream’.

A high level worthy of being called a DLC boss.

Considering the flow of mana that changes from the moment you enter his area, it makes no sense that Gaias, the same DLC boss, is so weak.

‘They said the quest was definitely a clue to Gaias.’

What I was getting from this place was that the clue was the end.

Slap-.

When the Deltan stepped on the muddy water, a sound arose.

The footsteps of the Marquis de Montbert and the knights followed them.

Deltan clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers.

Phew!

The head of one of the knights burst into flames.

The bodies of those nearby were greatly shaken by it.

There was no screaming or anything.

The knights gulped dry saliva as they saw that the corpse with its head exploded immediately turned into a lump of red flesh.

“Hey, you guys manage your staff properly.”

The devil of conflict.

It was a demon that infiltrated a group by deluding human perception and causing cracks from within.

It was like that.

Deltan figured it out just by the number of footsteps he heard.

“Marquis, I guarantee you that they will all die within this year.”

“I will divide today’s work into two and be more thorough next time.”

“I guess so.”

The walk ended with a conversation belittling the articles.

Only then did their destination come out.

“This is the problem with devil bastards. I have no aesthetic sense.”

Deltan muttered and looked at the huge door in front of him.

No, I looked at the pile of human corpses in the shape of a door.

“Wow… !”

One of the knights was disgusted by the disgusting sight.

However, Deltan did not blame him this time either.

It was true that the first demon hunt and the first high-ranking demon battle was so disgusting.

Deltan looked closely at the door with indifferent eyes.

The mass of corpses that made up the door were, without exception, stripped of their clothes.

And the joints and joints were tangled here and there.

The part where the jaw is missing and another person’s arm is inserted through the hole, the part where a person’s head is stuck between the woman’s legs, and the part where another person’s leg is sticking out and flashing through the hole in the solar plexus, all of these parts cause humans to instinctively act. It was enough to arouse disgust.

“Marquis, I write.”

“You mean the 4th rank?”

“He’s a high-ranking devil.”

“I understand. I’ll leave my report to you.”

Deltan said and relaxed his hands.

There was no other reason to even have this conversation when I was just using magic.

This is because he was a person who needed ‘agreement’ in order to use magic above a certain level.

It was natural.

The seventh Arch Mage in the continent’s history.

If we were to remove the praise from that title, the Deltans were nothing short of a walking disaster.

The 4th level magic that was required to become an Archmage was very dangerous.

Of course, from the Deltan’s perspective, it was an agreement that could be broken at any time, but he was following the agreement quite faithfully.

There was no particular reason.

The end result is that there is no benefit to be gained by defeating them just to show off one’s pride.

“It’s behind.”

Mana was released from Deltan’s body and crushed the space.

The pressure of the knights took their breath away.

The Marquis de Montbert also did not look very peaceful.

No, because he was a third-tier wizard, he felt the pressure even more clearly.

First level magic reproduces phenomena.

The magic of the second level manifests fiction.

The magic of the third order manifests cognition.

And the 4th level.

It was a level of interference with time and space.

A black hole appeared around the Deltans.

Deltan reached into the hole, grabbed an object, and pulled it out.

The thing sticking out is something whose identity only Deltans in this world can know.

It was a pistol.

Clap-.

Immediately after the gun was loaded once, Deltan aimed it at the door.

It was a scene that would make anyone who knew the identity of this weapon tilt their head.

The Deltan’s actions of trying to break down the door with just a pistol seemed so foolish.

However, there was something these people should keep in mind.

This was a world where the mystery of magic lived, and Deltans were the pinnacle of that mystery.

It was correct to view the shape of this pistol as a weapon with a high level of mystery rather than a physical firearm.

This was a work that embodied the essence of firearms using the concept of time and space in the fourth hierarchy.

It never loses its speed of 900m/s.

No matter what angle it is fired from, it moves towards the initially aimed object.

Thus, the concept itself of ‘pulling the trigger to kill the enemy’ becomes an absolute truth.

This was a more lethal weapon than anything else for the devil, who could only use his power within the scope of a living creature.

The scene that followed felt somewhat cliché.

Deltan pulled the trigger and ‘Bang!’ A bullet made of mana was shot out along with a sound.

And the pile of corpses that had been hit directly by it collapsed.

There was the sound of blood splashing, and something visible behind the open field of view.

Two lumps of flesh reminiscent of a woman’s breasts.

And a long, dry arm sticking out from the fleshy nipple.

Four pairs of eyes on the palm of the arm.

It was a high-ranking devil.

Deltan swallowed his regret.

‘That’s a disaster.’

Even though I knew it wasn’t the case, I secretly hoped that the devil was Gaias, so it was a regret that I let out.

“There is no easy way.”

The demon looked at Deltan with four pairs of eyes.

For a moment, Deltan felt as if his vision was blurring to white.

What begins to appear as a translucent silhouette is a truly obscene scene.

Deltan snorted and looked at it.

‘It was a demon of lust.’

Perhaps the root of the devil called protogenia lies in lust.

Therefore, the illusion shown must also be within that range.

Beautiful women of all races hugged the Deltan’s naked body.

He caressed her body carefully.

The sensation tickled Deltan like reality.

There were sounds of heavy breathing and moaning, and wet liquid clinging to their bodies as they rubbed, but Deltan did not move an inch.

“Asshole.”

Deltan felt the tattoo on his forearm ringing and aimed his gun again.

And I pulled the trigger again.

bang-.

Deltan’s arm shook once due to the magnum’s recoil, and immediately afterward, all hallucinations disappeared along with a bizarre scream.

What the Deltan was looking at was a mass of lifeless, sprawled flesh.

Grumbling-.

Protogenia’s body melted in the flames.

Deltan put the magnum back into the cartridge and headed toward the spot.

‘proviso.’

There will be a clue.

With that in mind, Deltan rummaged through Protogenia’s corpse for a while, and after a short period of time, he found what he was looking for.

Deltan’s golden eyes sparkled.

‘found.’

There was a small jewel embedded in Protogenia’s left nipple, just below where the arm protruding part had been torn off.

The Deltan reached down and dug through the flesh, then tore off the jewel.

It was quite a meaningful reward for Deltans.

Since the Master/Servant’s Brand is a contract made between high-ranking demons to determine the superiority/inferiority relationship, if you think about the contents of the previous quest, you can immediately figure out who the owner of this Brand is.

‘Gaias.’

You will be able to approach the devil.

Deltan’s head lifted up.

His gaze turned towards the Marquis de Montbert and the knights behind him, who had been dazed until the day before.

Immediately after, a blatant sneer appeared on Deltan’s lips.

“Big… !”

Deltan’s shoulders shook.

The gaze was still focused on the knights.

To be precise, it was aimed at their red faces and, for some reason, their closed legs.

“It was cheap. Assholes.”

It seemed like I was suffering from hallucinations of protogenia.

The knights’ heads dropped.