The Women Who Framed Me Are Clinging to Me

“Sigh…….”

I’m out of breath.

The dagger in one hand had a broken blade and lost its function.

The magic wand held in opposition is soaked in blood to the point where it cannot find its original color.

Shivering.

Every time my hand shakes, drops of blood fall down.

Everywhere is red and stained with blood.

If there is a place called hell, is this it?

It was a very accurate story.

Lee Han lifted his head from where he had fallen, exhausted.

In the middle of the bloody earth.

Adversary.

The person who created this hell was looking at himself.

“Warrior! Good fight!”

The Demon King burst into laughter, spitting out blood.

Lee Han shook his head.

… This is really bad.

A corner of the Demon King’s chest, who was laughing like a madman, was hollowed out.

It was where the heart should have been.

How much horsepower, resources, and human lives must have been expended to dig a hole there?

Thinking of their sacrifices, Lee Han thought it was a good thing that his mana circuits had completely burned out.

All those sacrifices were just to capture the Demon King.

And yet, the Demon King lives and laughs like that.

“I admit it! My own wife didn’t even die fighting, but was captured! You’re really strong!”

Lee Han gritted his teeth as he looked at her.

“Because you have something to do.”

“I am the Demon Lord? Even so, is it really necessary to abandon you? Since the mana circuit has been burned, you will no longer be able to use magic!”

“My ability doesn’t matter. In a world without a Demon King, magic wouldn’t be needed.”

“Hahahahaha!”

Sway.

Lee Han took a step forward as if he was about to collapse.

Block the hole in the Demon King’s chest.

Ugh!

The blood that was flowing out stops.