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Red puddles that even suck up the moonlight are profusely scattered on the street.

Due to Jackal’s members who suddenly started attacking, the street became pandemonium.

Although they are originally people with violent and reckless tendencies, they had never shown such extreme actions before.

Befitting the name Jackal, they were people who were cautious, eating only leftover scraps.

What kind of change on earth could have occurred?

Oliver, who came out of the hideout and was observing the situation, was silent for a moment, then became certain.

‘This is… targeting me.’

It’s not just a small skirmish.

It is an all-out war fully expressing the will to see it to the end.

If they cause trouble to this extent, it is clear that the imperial family will definitely intervene.

Although they have almost let go of this place, they wouldn’t tolerate such an all-out war.

In Oliver’s mind, although Krok is a vile and self-centered person, he was at least not a foolish person.

…Because of that, he couldn’t imagine this kind of situation.

“Kyaaak!!”

That sight of them attacking others besides Oliver’s members without hesitation.

It is clearly not a normal phenomenon.

Like someone possessed by something. Not taking care of their own bodies, they are only carrying out attack, and attack again.

Some were even hacking at the abdomen of someone already dead, stabbing downwards with a dagger.

-Swoosh

“Master Oliver.”

“I know.”

“……I feel demonic energy. All of them are related to demons.”

Bank’s members are outnumbered by about three times compared to Jackal.

Nevertheless, the reason they were able to hold them in check until now is because there was a definite difference in the individual capabilities of the members.

All members are only elites created by Oliver’s investment both materially and spiritually.

What made that possible includes Oliver’s vast funds, but you cannot exclude their loyalty towards Oliver.

As he is the spiritual support who took in those abandoned and left behind by the world.

But such elites were being helplessly pushed back by Jackal.

-Chaaak!

-Thud!

Attacks containing only the single thought of killing people, without any pretense, pushed Bank’s members back.

Charging as if possessed by something, not looking back at their own injuries, they were captured by madness.

Rather than preparing for death……yes, that a part of their emotions has been castrated would be the correct expression.

Having accepted the demonic energy, terrifying power arose, and the emotion called fear became blurred.

On top of that, since the number of people is about three times greater…….

The balance of power tipped to one side.

“Please leave this place, Master Oliver. I will block this place until the end.”

The escort who always protects him by Oliver’s side shouted urgently.

If it continues like this, annihilation is certain, so it was his intention to make even Oliver leave this place.

However, Oliver was resolute.

“…I will not flee.”

“Master Oliver!!”

“Abandoning you who are fighting to protect me, where would I go? I have never lived by avoiding even once until now. And-”

Oliver looked at the escort and smiled slightly.

“There was no one who broke my stubbornness, including myself.”

“……If that’s the case, I will make you flee even if I have to knock you out.”

He had watched most closely what kind of life Oliver had lived and what kind of thoughts he had.

Although he follows him, inspired by that appearance…….

‘If he dies, it’s all over, isn’t it?’

At least Oliver’s end must not conclude in this form.

‘The organization can be rebuilt again. But, Master Oliver must not be absent from it.’

Having finished thinking, he raised his hand to make Oliver flee, even if he had to drag him.

At that moment-

-Whoosh!!

Between Oliver and the escort, a black-red spear ripped through the air and stabbed straight down.

Clearing away the thick dust cloud to figure out what had happened, a man who had appeared without being perceived was holding a spear and had his hand on Oliver’s shoulder.

‘Dangerous.’

The escort, who finished his judgment instantly, charged towards him, but was pushed far away by the spear swung like lightning.

The man holding the spear was greeting Oliver warmly.

“It’s been a long time, Oliver!!”

“…Flambus?”

“Because it looked interesting, I came here!!”

-Clench!

Having briefly greeted Oliver, he gripped the spear and kicked off the ground.

His leg strength was so fierce, cracks appeared on the stone floor where he stepped.

What he had was only a black-red spear and his body.

Leaping in alone among hundreds of crowds, he drew the spear shaft back and swung it, drawing a large circle around himself.

-Kagagak!!

Jackal’s members who were within the range were torn and ground and thrown out, but Bank’s members were merely pushed out of the circle without a single scratch.

-Chuk!

Everyone’s gaze was focused on Flambus.

The reactions split in opposite directions.

Bank’s members were perplexed as to why he had suddenly come.

Jackal’s members froze as if they had seen something terrifying.

The demon’s power injected into them.

The memories imprinted in that power were looking at Flambus as an object of fear.

The members who had been rampaging like berserkers mad with blood stopped for an instant.

-Ososo

Goosebumps rose on their forearms, and cold sweat flows diagonally along their spine.

And, the moment the black-red spear that Flambus was holding came into their eyes-

-Paruru!

Simultaneously, Jackal’s members trembled.

In memories that do not exist, his appearance gradually becomes clearer.

A black-red sky and, a man standing alone on top of the corpses of demons stretched endlessly.

Within the mystery that was far beyond comprehension, everyone swallowed their breath.

Among them, he who clearly showed his presence drew the spear back and shouted heartily.

“10 meter radius!! Anyone who enters this range is all my enemy!!”

***

“How is it, are you satisfied?”

“…It’s the best.”

Jackal’s hideout. In the market, which is the largest human trafficking exchange, demonic energy overflowed.

The slaves imprisoned in prisons lined up.

They were all collapsed like dolls from which the souls had left.

“By the way, after sacrificing this many souls, don’t you feel something like guilt? I heard that humans feel it.”

“Do you think those things are humans like me? Don’t talk nonsense.”

As a total of 100 slave souls were sacrificed, a small hole appeared in the air.

From within the passage connecting the demon realm and the middle world, Gardrak’s voice flowed out.

Demons cannot exert their full power in the middle world.

So usually, rather than achieving complete physical manifestation, they maintain power by continuously injecting demonic energy into the contractor.

Simply speaking, that small hole can be seen as a power supply injecting power into Krok.

“If you want to maintain power… you know?”

“I will continue to send souls.”

“That’s right, a human I communicate well with after a long time.”

From Gardrak’s perspective, this was a quite fair contract.

Originally, he intended to deceive and exploit, but for the resurrection of his king, Diabolos, he needed a human who would sacrifice souls for a long time.

And the most suitable human matching that.

That was the reason Krok was chosen by Gardrak.

Gardrak, who was moving the 100 souls around in his hands, gnashed his teeth for a moment.

‘Because of that guy, that I have to go through this kind of trouble.’

A human who visited the demon realm in the past.

Holding a spear that devours demons and rampaging, he was for some reason receiving the protection of one of the seven kings.

At one time, he thought that was a momentary hobby using a human….

‘Wahahat! He’s utterly weak!’

When he inflicted a fatal wound on his master, Diabolos, his thoughts changed.

Originally, it was obvious that that spear tip wouldn’t even be able to pierce skin, but.

[Deception] Because of that damned guy, Diabolos had to be in hibernation for a long time.

All seven kings of the demon realm had unpredictable personalities, but there was no one who killed demons standing on the side of humans.

Except for that guy.

-Gulp -Gulp

Recalling the past, anger wells up.

Gardrak first gathered the received souls and stored them deep inside his body.

The screams and laments of the souls were extremely sweet, and he even thought about taking them himself, but soon gave up.

Because Master Diabolos must take these in an undamaged, complete state.

While gathering the souls, Krok’s voice was heard at Gardrak’s ear.

“Haha…! Those damned bastards. I will rip them all to death.”

Krok, who had accepted a lot of demonic energy, was in a better condition than Jackal’s members, but it definitely couldn’t be called a normal state.

Having lost reason, only murderous intent is full.

‘Perhaps I might not be able to use him for long.’

Even himself, being a demon, knows the fact that it cannot be handled if he causes big trouble in this way.

However, Krok, who had lost reason, couldn’t even recall such an obvious fact and was acting recklessly while drunk on power.

But Gardrak did not specifically stop him.

In the first place, Krok’s existence is merely an idiot who simply sacrifices souls to him.

If he breaks down and becomes unusable, he just needs to find another guy.

From a demon’s perspective, it was an obvious thought, and an obvious mindset.

Just like that, turning off his attention towards Krok and while gathering the souls, at that moment-

“Haha, that’s a truly interesting story, isn’t it? May I also listen closely?”