episode_0065

“Oooooh! Die! How can this be!!”

The monk’s face distorts when he sees the red being that has crossed over from the other side of the rift.

Currently, Frey is the location of the conductor of the ring bridge. As he stood there, the man who was believed to have come from the abyss of the Demon World responded in a firm voice.

Frey didn’t know why the man who should be across the city was here right now.

Even though the chimera led K-class combatants with special abilities to tie the man’s feet, how did it come so quickly?

This monk was a senior member of the Circular Church and knew quite well how to deal with such situations.

Of course, if there is at least a slim chance of survival. It’s just that it was difficult to act hastily because the chances of him surviving in front of this man were close to zero.

“C couldn’t even resist. At least you seem a little better than that fly.”

Frey almost crushed the handle of his steel mace under the demon’s cold gaze.

With his grip strength strengthened by making a contract with another demon archduke from the demon world, it was no wonder that he could shatter a chunk of iron like this.

It was just that doing so would eliminate his only means of resistance, so he was desperately trying to restrain himself.

Anyway, all I could think of as I desperately pushed down my feverish head was that this traitorous lizard-looking demon was now taunting me.

In some ways, it may not be mockery. It may not have had any specific intention, but was just objectively expressing the situation he experienced.

Usually, if there is something you want to get from someone, your intention will be reflected in your words.

I evaluate his words once again with a small hope that he may have something to ask about his circle.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, it was difficult to find any intention in the being standing in front of him right now.

The only thing I knew was this existence.

“Oooh! I guess you want to kill me!”

It was said that he had a clear intention to kill.

Kwaaang!

The moment Frey was about to continue speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

After desperately trying to figure out the situation, I was able to figure out one fact.

Something fired from the very devil’s hand pierced his stomach and exploded into something behind his back.

A loud roar, caused by something that appears to be magic, hits Frey’s eardrums, followed immediately by a loud blast sound, indicating that the dimensional anchor has broken and the connection with the demon world has been cut off again.

“Now, what more tricks can you show me?”

“Ohhh!”

I don’t think this demon’s actions have any purpose for Frey himself. A mockery sent perhaps because there is nothing to be desired.

“GDO is also a pathetic group. I can’t believe you guys are still alive and well, but we can’t even find you.”

“Oooh! Are you saying that, like devils, they are also lowly humans?”

“… .”

The place where he is standing now is in the middle of LA. As the United States calls itself the world’s police, it is the busiest, most highly communicated and cutting-edge city.

Therefore, as soon as he presses the signal on his back, the ultra-small camera hidden in his habit and the audio recorded by it are transmitted to the headquarters of the religious order through satellite data communication.

The Circular Truth and Light Association is a secret society that has been operating in the dark for over a thousand years.

No matter how many of the outer branches were cut off, the castle they had built did not collapse.

Therefore, this scene will now be conveyed to everyone in the church through the ring bridge’s satellite disguised as a private communication satellite.

In fact, his satellite contact contained a request for rescue rather than a warning of Northmund’s power, but the chances of his wish being fulfilled were very low.

Rather, I think it would be more beneficial to cut off Frey and hide the main body of my church in the dark.

In any case, the reason why Chimera and Frey came here was because it was quite an aberration.

“Ohhh!”

Frey screamed in anger. However, it was not directed at the adversary standing in front of him.

All electronic devices attached to his body exploded.

They cut off the connection first to prevent being traced back to the church’s headquarters.

That means, them too. The One, the chosen one who leads the church. He too had given up on Frey himself.

puck!

“Cough!’

A huge block hit P in the chest.

“Don’t be harsh. The guy named C survived well even after half his body was blown away.”

Frey placed his hand on his chest and vomited blood loudly. Of course it’s not acting. Northmund, who used magic that appeared to be telekinetic, threw a block.

Although the body is strengthened with demonic energy, the chest bone is broken and greatly dented. Because I had no choice but to spit out blood.

“Oooooh! Demon, please bear this Frey’s final resistance!”

It was so powerful that it was flying toward Frey, with a demonic voice that seemed to be coming from a close but faraway place.

A primal, pure violence that defies comparison, capable of instantly crushing a human being, or even a high-ranking demon.

Frey grabbed the mace and faced the overwhelming violence. It was the final counterattack.

Even though he knew there was nothing he could do, he had no choice but to launch a final counterattack. It was like a cornered rat biting a cat.

—Of course, there’s no way a cat would be afraid of a mouse like that.

Just once.

Frey’s mace was only swung once.

Quaaa!

A huge shock wave swirled around. The final counterattack created by Conductor Frey of the Circulating Truth and Light Society with the vitality extracted from his source.

And that attack is so futilely blocked by something.

It was only a few seconds later that P realized that it was Northmund’s great sword that had struck him, and that his body was on the floor.

It was like a maggot, with all its limbs cut off, and it was left lying on the street.

“Ohhh.”

It was truly a monster. Images of what the Conductor Chimera’s fate would have been like flashed through Frey’s mind.

C, like himself, must have fallen victim to the violence, or rather, the devastation that can hardly be called violence, by this Lord of Terror.

“Huh.”

A blank exclamation flowed from Sejun’s mouth.

The dean is so easily trampling on this being that even if all 40 Elada students attacked him, he could not even touch him.

A monster that uses power that is thought to be part of the power of the demon world. The aftermath of a great sword swung by just one man was the result of flying limbs, moaning, and fainting.

“… This is reality.”

Sejun once again cried out whether reality was real or not. I’ve seen the Dean fight many times, but never from such a close distance.

The dean I saw in Tbilisi only used magic from a distance, and it didn’t make much of an impact, so I thought he was a great wizard.

But I never thought even physical combat would be this strong.

It’s like a fairy tale.

The man standing in front of him, who was now lying on the street like crumpled laundry, was clearly following the direction he had only seen in fairy tales.

Of course, this is not the dean’s intended appearance.

However, fairy tales are created by chance. And that coincidence leads to coincidence, and it comes as if it were inevitable.

Therefore, the owner of that huge greatsword standing in front of him was an inevitable being.

“… I see.”

Next to me is a woman with short brown hair. Jang Ah-hyun stares at the dean’s back with blank, open eyes.

I see. The meaning of those words would not be much different from the emotions Han Se-jun himself felt.

Because Se-jun is a man, he is trying his best to resist and deny the unknown emotions rising in his heart, but as a woman, there is no need for him to do that.

All you have to do is honestly admire the hero in front of you and express your true feelings honestly.

And it wasn’t just her, it was the same for everyone here. Except for one person.

The long-haired girl who followed Northmund, the only one, was glaring at us with a very unpleasant expression.

“This is enough. They are being dragged away for interrogation like this.”

The Dean slowly lowers the raised sword. The monk who had already become Dharma with his limbs cut off has fainted.

Sejun nodded quietly. Who exactly are the people who attacked them and created this situation?

In addition, they were using a person with special abilities who did not belong to Ellada.

Right now, Sejun had only seen one person with wind-related abilities, but considering the case of a monk who used magic energy, etc., the boy was probably not the only person with this ability belonging to that monk’s organization. We’ll have to find out that information too.

It’s hard to deal with monsters, but even strange ones appear. The future of humanity is dark. Sejun grabbed his left arm and shook his head.

The dean, who was coldly looking down at the stunned monk, slowly turned around. That gaze, which exudes a pressure that could crush a person to death with just the eyes, suddenly becomes filled with compassion.

And the corners of its long mouth murmur as if trying to say something.

But those words don’t follow, and after sighing softly, he slowly walks here.

I walk slowly with an expressionless face. He walked slowly among the students who had forgotten what to say and were dazed due to his inaction, and picked up a female student.

She, with slightly dark skin, had recently been near the explosion site of the monk’s mace.

The girl, who had been hit by an explosion at such close range and barely survived with blood all over her body and injuries that would have caused her to die of shock at any moment, smiled and closed her eyes in the dean’s arms.

The dean patted her head once with a pitiful expression and handed it over to the girl next to her, who seemed to be her friend, who was full of tears. He bit his molars and clenched his fists.

Sejun felt gloomy emotions stirring in his head again. It feels like something is swirling around my head like a virus, interfering with my normal thinking.

Sejun was about to sit down, overcome with guilt, when he felt someone support him from behind and tried to turn around.

But soon he gave up looking back and nodded slightly. A familiar scent came from the people supporting him on both sides.

okay. Because they had a relationship where no further words were needed.

Sometimes, it is more effective to convey each other’s warmth silently without saying a thousand words than to say a thousand words.

“… .”

Northmund, who was looking back at Sejun and trying to say something, clicked his tongue and continued walking as he saw his unsightly appearance.

“Ah… Ugh.”

The boy, who appeared to be a wind power of the circuit bridge who had been holding his breath until now, groans as he sees the dragon coming towards him.

Did he not even think of escaping from the conductor so easily, like an elephant trampling an ant to death?

Or maybe he knew that there was no use running away.

puck!

“Wow!”

The abdomen was inadvertently struck with the tail. The attack, which some might misunderstand as simply Northmund’s turn, had more destructive power than a whip and caused his body to fold like a flip phone.

The boy faints in one fell swoop, blood spouting from the corner of his mouth.

Upon confirming that he had fainted, Northmund let out a small sigh.

“Let’s go back to Ellada first. Injured people who are unable to move are referred to local medical staff… .”

Wow.

“Huh?”

A bewildered sound comes out from the students. It was a voice that conveyed the feeling that something was wrong.

It sounded like a piece of meat being crushed. There was also an unpleasant sound of something hard breaking.

And right after that, it swoops! I heard the sound of something sharp and heavy flying and piercing someone.

“What?”

The dean also let out a sound of bewilderment.

The unpleasant sound of something crunching and getting crushed continues to be heard.

Sejun was astonished at the sight and opened his mouth wide.

Let’s say a new enemy that you haven’t seen before appears.

And the whole incident does not end when the enemy is defeated. In that way, events in reality do not operate in one dimension.

If an enemy appears, you must find out as much as possible about the enemy, where the enemy belongs, how strong the organization is, and what its purpose is.

And Northmund, like the dean of an academy and the person in charge of a huge organization, arranged everything for the rest of the work.

To prevent them from moving any further, a person who appeared to be an executive of the organization and a person with special abilities who appeared to belong to the organization were suppressed.

But those important hostages.

They were all slaughtered by the gun-headed dragon horn woman.

Her foot struck the head of the unconscious monk, breaking it like an egg, and the thrown sword pierced the fallen boy with wind power.

why?

That was Sejun’s first thought when he saw it.

why?

They’ve all been disarmed already, so there’s no reason for this. Why are you willing to give up information about the enemy?

And whether Sejun’s doubts are the same as the dean’s, he asks her in a low voice with a frown on his face.

Magical power similar to that of Dragon Fear is released.

“You… Why is it like this?”

“… It had no choice but to be like this.”

At those words, the dragon-horned woman lowers her head and slowly walks towards the dean.

Long, blood-stained, red footprints appear behind her.

She slowly, slowly approached Principal Northmund and eventually raised her head.

Her eyes were trembling greatly, but deep within them there was a resolute will.

Eyes full of will, not the thick tar like they are now.

It was Sejun’s expression that I had never seen before. It was the first time she had acted with such strong will.

This is an act that is unthinkable for her to have obeyed everything the dean said without any conditions.

“But if they are caught as a tool, Professor… .”

Tsk, a loud clicking sound was heard. The dean was glaring at her.

I still don’t understand. What are you talking about? Does that mean she even knows what she doesn’t know?

No matter how much I think about it, I still don’t know. You’ll probably never know for the rest of your life.

Deep fatigue overtakes Sejun.

That means that no matter how hard you try to understand this situation, it only continues to shake, twist, and become complicated.

Realizing this, Sejun nodded lightly, closed his eyes, and slowly fell into the depths of consciousness.