episode_0174

The Demon King swung his sword. To teach him the meaning of having his only meaning of existence taken away. To teach him the meaning of the act of trampling on the one thing that only he can look up to.

“You are a sad creature.”

Raoul’s swing of the blade severed the Demon King’s hair.

“Don’t you know how pitiful it is to see someone just writhing in sadness, forgetting everything?”

“That’s not true. Do you think such words have any value in the midst of battle?”

I just wanted to let out this burning anger that had settled in my heart. The flame that burned with loss as fuel would never go out. I just wanted to burn everything down like a fire that consumes everything.

Raul’s skills were at their peak thanks to the powers granted by the reinforcements and weapons, as well as the temporary awakening. He had reached a level that could be called reason, and his mental realm was overwhelmingly superior to that of the Demon King.

In other words, he was the only one who could stand against the Demon King alone. Heron had long since lost his spirit due to weakness, and the King of the Ghosts had also lost his pride in protecting. He was one step behind in skill, and his mind was not ahead of his time, so it was only natural that he could not fight him.

But Raoul was different. Even though his fighting skills were inferior to the Demon King’s, his eyes were burning brightly.

Those eyes that had once been broken and dying from despair and loss were finally burning fiercely thanks to new love, forgiveness, and a longed-for reunion.

Raoul could fight. The rekindled fire of that wick could not be extinguished by the flame fueled by nothing more than anger.

“You took everything from me… and you’re standing on that blood… don’t act like you’re so great…!!!”

There was no way that the Demon King, who had lost everything except revenge, could defeat Raoul, who had chosen the path of forgiveness.

It was just like that, and that was how the world worked.

All of the swords drawn by the Demon King had to be blocked or missed by a margin of a single sheet of paper, and all of Raoul’s attacks had to hit with exquisite precision.

That has been the flow of the battle so far, and it will continue to be that way in the future.

But the flow was disrupted just a little bit, by a tiny ripple, like a pebble thrown into the ocean.

“…!”

The Demon King has forgotten again. The warmth and name of his beloved Rain. He has forgotten the reason for his revenge. All that remains is his heart pounding.

The sword shook slightly due to an unknown cause, and the flow of the attack was disrupted.

The technique, which would have been easily blocked if swung properly, missed Raul’s defense by a hair’s breadth and cut Raul’s chest open.

“… This kind of thing.”

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the Demon King took advantage of the opening to cut off Raoul’s left hand.

“Raoul Bergé.”

“… Speak.”

“Do you remember my rain name?”

“Well. I don’t want to answer either way. Whether it’s deception or ignorance.”

“I see.”

The Demon King adjusted his grip on the dagger that had been sheathed with an invisible sword.

“Great job Raoul Bergé. I salute you. My worst opponent in life.”

“It’s really fleeting.”

“That’s how it is. Life, death, revenge. ”

The Demon King’s sword pierced Raoul’s heart, and Raoul closed his eyes without any pain, as if he were falling asleep.

The Demon King’s sword, which had defeated the last enemy, had reached the realm of a complete god, and the sword of emotions, which had now become nothing more than revenge, would never waver again.

“이 찢어죽일 개새끼가!!!!”

The head of the empress, who had rushed at him in anger first, fell to the ground.

“Byeoljjeo.”

The emperor’s upper and lower bodies were separated after he abandoned his honor and hid behind the empress’s body to launch a surprise attack.

“……!”

After losing his mind in a moment of anger, he even blocked Camilla’s spear that rushed at him with lightning.

Lightning spears that seemed like they would burn down the world were swung as fast as light, but the Demon King continued to block the attacks.

And so on, until Camilla is unable to overcome her own lightning and self-destructs.

“The sun has set, the stars have fallen, and even the moon, which has lost its light, has disappeared.”

The Demon King readjusted his sword and announced coldly.

“Now eternal night will come.”

There was a flash of light so bright it blinded me.

“One sword.”

Everyone who saw that light became blind.

Because the dead cannot see anything.

“Sword of the God of Misfortune.”

No matter how much the Imperial Army boasted its dragon-like majesty, the moment it lost all four heads, it was nothing more than a body of meat.

“Hoo….”

The Demon King walked across the sea of blood and looked at the corpses that had disappeared.

“At least, let it end without pain. That would be my last consideration for you.”

After that, the Demon King trampled the empire alone without any difficulties. Of course, there were those who resisted, but to the Demon King, they were nothing more than a stone that could be stepped on.

Kyle was the first to step forward.

“You fool. Even those who taught you techniques could not defeat me.”

“I will teach you that foolish words always lead to death.”

Rosie and Ratri stepped forward.

“What a sight. And a ridiculous twist. How ridiculous to talk about revenge. To think that the blind who turned their eyes away from devotion could see my sword.”

“That’s insulting and unpleasant.”

He struck down every living thing on the land of the empire, killing them one by one, looking them in the eye.

He burned the empire alone, destroyed all the countries that had relations with the empire or received protection from it, and finally even exterminated the demons who had rebelled.

The flags of all the powers that existed on the continent were broken and rolled around in the mud, and all the living things living under those flags were turned into skeletons.

The continent was devastated by the equal death without distinction of race or border, and those who brought it about wandered to remember what they had ultimately forgotten.

He wandered around trampling over the bones and debris he had created, but he could not recall them. Rather, even the faint memories turned to ash and disappeared.

Only the fact that I had forgotten the warmth and even the names of those days was vivid. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall them. That forgetfulness was so painful that I stabbed myself in the heart, but I couldn’t die.

After losing so much blood and becoming a quasi-god, he could no longer even commit suicide.

The moment I forgot the warmth and name of the rain, I lost the right to end it myself.

“Give me either memory or death…”

Even though he stabbed himself in the heart, death did not come. Even death feared him and despised him, so it did not step forward.

As if the devil who brought about destruction was not even worthy of that, let alone worthy of it.

Providence, still feeling that the punishment that had been meted out to him was unworthy, decided to impose a final punishment.

A punishment more cruel than any other.

“…”

A shadow appeared behind him as he stabbed his own heart.

But the desperate king did not even notice that and drew his sword again to stab himself.

The moment the shadow holding the dagger approached the Demon King from behind to stab his heart and kill him, the Demon King’s sword that had pierced his master’s body also pierced his being.

“… This is.”

The last remaining life on this continent fell to the Demon King’s sword like the others.

“Poor guy…”

A beautiful elf with copper-colored skin. The maid, who was wearing an old and worn-out maid outfit, was bleeding profusely after being struck by the Demon King’s sword.

“And the monster that I loved is no longer there…”

The elf bit his teeth and shed tears.

“Now you are…not my king…”

“What is that…”

Just as something was about to come to mind thanks to that heart-pounding voice, his arm began to move regardless of his master’s will.

The arm, which had been moved by the punishment of the gods, grabbed the sword that had taken so many lives and pierced the elf’s heart with it.

“May you live long and prosper… Lord of the empty throne.”

The Demon King chewed over the voice she had given him in his head.

It was a truly beautiful and poignant voice. It was so beautiful that I could feel my heart beating again, even though it had stopped beating after everything else.

The thrill and emotion that ran through my body was eerily similar to the voice of someone whispering love long ago.

The Demon King looked at the blood soaking his hands.

The still warm blood warmed my palms, which had become chilled by the winter cold and loneliness, and my thawed hands felt warmth for the first time in a long time, along with a tingling sensation.

The warmth was eerily similar to something I had now forgotten.

“You are…”

The Demon King hugged the thing that had just stopped breathing.

The voice he wanted to hear once more was no longer leaking out. His heart, which had started beating again, gradually stopped, and the pain of not being able to breathe came to him.

As the corpse grew colder and colder, his hand began to lose its warmth again and freeze, and a searing pain came over him.

“What the hell are you…”

And the moment she realized that her breath had completely stopped,

All the memories he had forgotten came back to him.

With an answer to the question of who he has just killed.

To the king who was unable to kill himself.