𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝟕: 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 3
Tatar, who had opened the portal, stepped through first.
Bablehner followed Tatar and threw himself into the portal.
A moment later, they arrived at the demon race’s stronghold in New Zealand.
It was not just a simple stronghold, but the most important central area in New Zealand and the hideout of Solaso and Hikatan.
“Kekekeke. What is this?”
Tatar, who had arrived at the destination, burst into laughter.
He saw hundreds of demon race corpses lying on the floor, collapsed barracks, and a terrain that had been destroyed and turned upside down.
It was truly a gruesome sight.
Tatar walked through the middle of the scarred battlefield.
Sticky blood and a slippery sensation could be felt under his shoes.
“Wow, they’ve been swept away cleanly. Is it possible for one person to do this?”
Tatar exhaled the last smoke, throwing the cigarette butt at the pile of corpses.
He had expected it, but he had not predicted that it would be this one-sided.
There were traces of magic power and a crater created by a powerful aura here and there.
“Damn it, how did they die? I can’t even sense it.”
In addition, there were two familiar-looking corpses that appeared to be Solaso and Hikatan.
I couldn’t even tell how they died.
They just looked like they had been sucked dry of energy and died, reminiscent of Egyptian mummies.
All of this destruction had been done by one person.
His mouth was shut at the sheer destructive power.
“Ha. . . This is bad.”
Tatar realized that his calculations were wrong as he looked at the aftermath of Min Siwoo’s massacre.
He had expected that Solaso or Hikatan would not be able to kill Min Siwoo, but he had thought that there would at least be a fierce battle.
Who could have predicted that such one-sided violence would occur?
At least Tatar didn’t.
He spread out his demonic energy and began to search for human blood.
Finding traces of humans with his demonic energy detection was his own original technique.
‘𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. . . 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥. 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.’
The blood was dripping in a certain direction.
It was the blood that Siwoo had shed as he ran towards Hikatan after being hit by the poison fog.
As Tatar had sensed, it was not an injury that would lead to a fatal wound, and he had treated it immediately afterwards, so he had not bled in other areas.
“Ah, shit. Nothing is going as I thought it would.
My plan was to call Bablehner here, kill Min Siwoo together, and then provoke a fight between the retinues to kill everyone.
But Min Siwoo, the most important person, survived.
‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘸𝘰𝘰? 𝘕𝘰. . . 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯. 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.’
Tatar pondered inwardly.
Unlike him, who was staring at the pile of corpses with a grim expression, Bablehner was squatting down and doodling on the floor with a stick.
He looked like a thoughtless boy with no plans.
Tatar, who had been staring at him intently, finished his calculations and came to one conclusion.
“Hey, Bablehner. I’m sorry, but it looks like Min Siwoo has escaped. Hikatan and Solaso seem to have been hit too. He’s stronger than we thought.”
“Stronger than we thought. . .”
“That’s why we should find Min Siwoo and take care of him ourselves.”
“Take care of him. . .?”
Bablehner tilted his head.
Tatar held back a sigh at the stupidity he sensed in the other’s expression.
“We have to kill Min Siwoo to gain a foothold in the Demon Realm. Right now, everything is being buried because of Kraken.”
“Buried. . .?”
“Yeah. If this goes on, the 1st Realm Demon King will obviously be the last Demon King. You and I will be left behind.”
“Left behind. . .”
Bablehner repeated Tatar’s last words in a slow tone.
“Kraken is most likely to kill Min Siwoo, but now that Solaso and Hikatan are dead, the 1st Realm Demon King will probably consider the 3rd Realm Demon King, whom I serve, and the 4th Realm Demon King, whom you serve, as suitable candidates to be his vassals.”
Tatar spoke passionately, as if he were trying to convince him.
If the 1st Realm Demon King were to take another Demon King as his vassal, there would be no need for the Demon Kings to fight each other.
No other Demon King had a retinue that could defeat Kraken.
Of course, if the Demon King himself were to go out and try to kill Kraken, the story would be a little different, but the problem was that no Demon King could kill Kraken without suffering any damage.
It would be a great risk for the one who fought.
Besides, if he were to receive a fatal wound while fighting Kraken, the other Demon Kings would not just stand by.
In any case, it was impossible to face Kraken.
“So? What do you say? You and I kill Min Siwoo. In return, we’ll guarantee each other’s lives, no matter who kills him. Each of us will tell our Demon Kings to spare their retinues.”
Tatar proposed to Bablehner.
It was the same deal he had made with Hikatan and Solaso before.
Bablehner, who had been rolling his eyes around, nodded slowly.
“Okay, I promise. You? No backstabbing later?”
“No backstabbing. . .”
“And if you kill Min Siwoo, you’ll be avenging the 4th Realm Demon King, won’t you? Wouldn’t the Demon King be happy?”
“. . . . . . . .”
Bablehner stared at Tatar with his black pupils wide open.
A deep and calm gaze.
“Kekekeke. Anyway, let’s do it. I never thought I’d form an alliance with you.”
Tatar brushed back his completely white hair and was about to take a step.
“Which way. . .?”
Bablehner asked.
“Well, didn’t he go towards Australia?”
“Australia. . .”
“That’s where Min Siwoo was originally, so he’ll probably try to go back. I’ll look this way, so you go that way.”
Tatar said, pointing his finger in the direction.
Bablehner nodded slightly after hearing his words.
“If you find him, let me know by shooting magic or whatever. I’ll run over there. Kekekeke.”
A smile spread across Tatar’s lips.
🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
The old man gritted his teeth at the pain he felt in his face.
As he raised his head while lying face down, the blood flowing from his chin and mouth soaked the floor.
Despite casting a thorough triple barrier with magic power, he was in this state.
Humiliation.
The elderly mage, who was approaching eighty, had risen to the top of the world without a single humiliation.
The strongest Archmage that everyone looked up to.
Merlin believed that he had reached that position with ‘a little help’ from the demon race.
He believed that everything was not because of his own incompetence, but because he had awakened too late in life, and that if he had awakened a little earlier, he would not have needed the help of the demon race.
He was convinced of that.
Was it because of that conviction and faith?
Merlin had never knelt to anyone else before.
The word ‘defeat’ did not exist in his dictionary, and his influence extended to everyone in the world.
At leastㅡ
‘𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣*𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘔𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘸𝘰𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱. . .!!’
Merlin wiped the blood dripping down his face with the sleeve of his robe and got up from his seat.
He felt that if he lost the battle after losing strategically to Min Siwoo, he would not be able to tolerate himself.
No, unacceptable is not the right word; it would be more accurate to say ‘collapse’ would be the right word.
Merlin glared at Siwoo with a fierce gaze that did not match his haggard face.
All sorts of hostility, malice, murderous intent, and resentment were mixed together in it like stagnant sewer water.
Turbid and humid.
Dark and deep.
“Min Siwoo. . . You’ve been nothing but a hindrance to me from beginning to end. You son of a b*tch. . .!”
Merlin spat out in a voice so low that it was barely audible.
His clenched fists emitted demonic energy along with it, filling the space.
All of his unquenchable anger was directed at one place.
“I never interfered. You fell over your own feet, so why are you taking it out on me?”
Siwoo clicked his tongue and looked down at Merlin as if he were beneath him.
The blood that had flowed from Merlin’s mouth was staining his long, white beard red.
In his evil-looking appearance, there was no trace of the kindness or ease he had shown before.
“This little brat answers back so well. . .!”
“Thank you. My life’s motto is to never lose to an idiot, whether with my fists or my tongue.”
“Hehehe. . . Hehehehehe. . . You will definitely die by my hand.”
“Those who said that usually croaked before me.”
“Kuaaaaaaaaak!!”
Fury caused Merlin’s reason to fly away.
The tip of his staff pointed towards Siwoo.
Kugagagagagagagagagaga!!!!
A tremendous pressure that seemed like it would crush the entire building erupted explosively from within.
In an instant, the walls were crushed and powerful demonic energy surged out, illuminating the pitch-black space towards Siwoo.
The building shook violently from the fearsome momentum, and the ceiling gradually collapsed.
It was a powerful force that could even be considered divine technique.
Originally, Merlin’s power when he was in ‘Misteltein’ was enormous, but his power after openly accepting demonic energy transcended human beings.
The hunters of the Order who witnessed the sight from a distance were horrified.
They had been proud of their own strength, but they realized that it was nothing in front of the power that Merlin had unleashed.
However, Merlin, who had exerted such power, was unable to smile.
Siwoo’s condition was too good.
“Why. . .!!”
A sigh escaped his lips.
“Why what? You lost because your abilities were weak.”
【𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞ㅡ 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞?】
Pre slowly moved away from Siwoo with a look of dismay.
“I-I am the Archmage of ‘Misteltein’, the head of the British Royal Magic Department, and the closest aide to the Demon King who will rule this world in the future!! I am the one who will stand at the pinnacle of humanity!!!”
Merlin shouted so loudly that blood came out of his mouth.
His eyes, filled with madness, and his voice, which he squeezed out as if he were going berserk, created a strange harmony.
The sound of his ragged breathing crossed between them.
Siwoo looked at him with an indifferent expression and opened his mouth.
“I am Min Siwoo.”
“. . . . . . . .”
“So who are you?”
“. . . . . . . .”
A self-introduction that was too calm and simple.
And then a single question.
Merlin had no choice but to shut his mouth.
His once-closed mouth hesitated to open again.
He realized that there was no name ‘Merlin’ in the scream he had made.
An existence that was nothing more than a sandcastle built on the expectations of his surroundings.
“I, I am. . .!”
A few seconds later, his parched lips parted.
The voice that had been growling like a hunting dog a moment ago was gone, and only the hoarse voice of an old mage remained.
“I am. . .”
Merlin stared blankly at the blood dripping down from under his beard and looked around with empty eyes.
What on earth was this situation?
It felt like the foundation that had been supporting his life had suddenly collapsed.
He faced the emotion of despair that washed over him in vain.
It was not a simple feeling of despair, but a deep emptiness that hollowed out his entire body and soaked it.
His vision gradually became hazy.
The demonic energy he had inhaled became one with his emotions and began to paint his heart black.
‘𝘐 𝘢𝘮. . . 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. . .’
Saliva dripped from Merlin’s mouth instead of blood.
The magic power that had been rising from his dantian was being consumed by the demonic energy.
This whole process happened in an instant.
Merlin looked up at Siwoo with his pitch-black eyes.
“I am hatred.”
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