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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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The fear and pressure exuded by demons were not something ordinary humans could easily endure.
It was the same for the knights of the Imperial Knight Order, who had trained for a long time.
With the retirement of war heroes one by one, and the precarious peace that had lasted for the past decade, their combat senses had dulled.
“Khyal!!”
“More are coming!”
“Don’t break formation!”
“The Saint! Is the Saint safe!”
Slash!
“Aaaagh!!”
The sound of flesh being cut, of bodies being pierced… and the screams of humans and the gruesome sound of dismemberment. This was no longer a simple forest path. It was a bloody battlefield.
“Ugh…! I-I want to live!”
As everyone sought their own survival in this despair-ridden place, the green-haired boy, on the contrary…
Dash!
…was charging. At an Archdemon.
Clang!
Crack!
His sword, imbued with holy power, clashed with Lucifer’s spear, a vortex of red and black.
“Good movements.”
That was the extent of Lucifer’s assessment.
Swoosh.
Edwin’s figure, which had cut through the black fog, vanished.
“!!”
Swoosh!
And a figure, its eyes radiating a green light, appeared from behind and attacked.
KABOOM!!!
Lucifer instinctively twisted his body and dodged the blow. An illusion. When high-density holy power mixed with black magic, a delayed afterimage of his movements appeared.
Therefore, the Edwin Lucifer was seeing was from 1-2 seconds ago… and that wasn’t all.
“!!”
While Lucifer was dodging Edwin’s sword strike…
Dash.
…his real form and the afterimage were already heading towards Baal.
“Keh?!”
Thwip!!
Baal immediately shot out poisonous needles in all directions.
Swoosh…!
But an attack from five directions, after assuming a sword-drawing stance… The Illusionary Catastrophe.
Slash. Slash, slash, slash.
Even the sound of the Archdemon’s flesh being cut by the holy aura echoed with a delay. Five of Baal’s spider legs were severed in an instant.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Th-This…?!”
It was an unconventional swordsmanship. Holy swords were generally longswords, two-handed swords, and heavy for durability…
To use it with the speed of a katana was a sword style unseen anywhere in the Empire. Of course, this was possible due to Edwin’s abilities.
The elasticity and acceleration characteristics he had acquired while fighting Bune, Marchosias, and Kaelan…
“Cadet Edwin, I will assist you!”
And with the Saint, Psyche, personally assisting him, he was able to overwhelm the Archdemon with his speed.
“Keehee! The qualities of a hero!”
Drip… drip…
Baal, who had lost five of his legs to the holy sword, just stood there. Pain was a sensation he did not feel. He would just repay that pain to the enemy before him.
“Keeheehee!”
Squeeze.
At the different killing intent, Edwin gripped his sword and said to Yeriel, “This will be over soon. Just wait a little.”
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Edwin said so, but Yeriel couldn’t just stand by.
“Listen, girl. I was the one who cast the curse of the fallen angel on your grandfather.”
Lucifer’s gaze was on Yeriel.
“You are like me. A being who cannot coexist with humans.”
She felt it. This being was a demon who used the same power of corruption as her.
Swoosh.
“I see. So you’ve been suppressing its manifestation with holy power.”
“!”
Lucifer was suddenly in front of Yeriel, his hand on her chin and mouth, and he revealed his assessment without reservation.
“Let me make a prophecy. Someday, all your comrades will die at your hands.”
“…!”
“Or your body, unable to bear it, will turn into a monster… It’s one of the two. Besides, you’re already at your limit, aren’t you?”
As he said, Yeriel knew well that she couldn’t control the power of the fallen angel at will.
And although she couldn’t show it because she was worried about Aria and Lev… her body had already reached its limit.
“So, girl, you should just follow me quietly.”
“I… will not be corrupted…!”
“…What a terribly desperate thing to say.”
Lucifer continued, his eyes filled with contempt.
“The curse of the fallen angel will eat away at your life force until it manifests. Even the Saint can’t lift this curse, unless she’s the Demon Lord. Isn’t this enough of a pointless argument?”
“…!”
At his merciless tone, Aria whispered to Yeriel.
“Yeriel, you don’t have to listen.”
“Aria…?”
“Trust me.”
Shaaa!!!
With those words, Aria’s holy power began to unfold. Lucifer, seeing that and Edwin fighting Baal, reached the limit of his patience.
“I have no choice…”
He had to forcibly draw out her corruption and show her despair.
“You will be the one to kill that man, girl of Artina.”
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In the deepest abyss of the Demon Lord’s castle… there was a pond the color of broken pixels, amidst the violet darkness.
“Here we are…”
Yellody Latasia was invited into the Demon Lord’s private dimension, where no one else could enter. She was amazed.
It was a high-level magic, different from the artificial Soul Well created for Kaelan in the basement of the Crow Faye guild headquarters.
“I’m surprised…”
As she kept exclaiming in admiration, the Demon Lord, Satan, spoke.
That well was originally as big as a lake, you know? But… something happened.
Most of his magic power had been consumed by Rev Denek. So, he had to replenish it.
“Wow…”
Right through this Yellody Latasia, a perfect magic pouch.
Now, come here.
This was the Demon Lord’s absolute space.
‘It’s starting again…’
An absolute domain where any demon without a master had to obey his words. He had no time or stamina to waste.
The Demon Lord, Satan, immediately prepared to absorb Yellody Latasia. After absorbing her black magic, he would quickly kill himself to break Lev Denec’s power.
And after resurrecting here, he planned to wait until his power was restored.
Yellody Latasia. Your crime is great… So consider it an honor to be a sacrifice for me.
“Yes?”
At the Demon Lord’s final command, Yellody made a puzzled expression and then began to giggle. At the sudden burst of laughter, Satan’s expression hardened.
Is this funny to you?
He changed his mind. He would just have to absorb her painfully, without a shred of humor.
The moment the Demon Lord made up his mind, Yellody, who had barely managed to stop laughing, opened her mouth.
“Can’t I just be the Demon Lord?”
……
“You’re not qualified, Demon Lord… Look at the state of this castle… It would be a disaster if someone like you were the Demon Lord.”
It was a question that didn’t even need to be considered. Leaving aside Yellody Latasia’s qualities as a Demon Lord and the context, what she was saying was clear treason.
Haha.
Moreover, in this space where she couldn’t defy his orders, her words could only be seen as the ramblings of someone who had given up on life.
If a being who was supposed to die with a flick of his finger had given up and gone mad…
Alright.
…then it might be somewhat understandable.
Just die.
The moment he was about to kill Yellody with a serious face…
“Yup.”
Stab!
And at the same time, the Demon Lord’s stomach was completely pierced.
Ah…?
It wasn’t a blade. Just a fist. Someone’s fist had pierced his back and come out of his chest.
“Found you. Rat hole.”
Keohuk… keok!
And with that, the voice of the ash-grey man, which was about to give him a neurosis, continued to be heard.
Stab!!
Kuh-luck!
As he pulled his fist out, something that made up the Demon Lord’s body began to flow out uncontrollably.
No…! No…!
There was no time to ask how a human had entered this place. Yellody Latasia was still clutching her stomach and laughing.
“How does it feel to be stabbed in the back?”
The ash-grey haired man was also sneering.
“You showed me, didn’t you? The Ninja Annihilation Ending… was it?”
The only one being mocked in this space meant for him alone was the Demon Lord himself.
“Junior. As expected…”
“Well, it’s thanks to you that I could find this place, senior. It was easier than I thought, though it’s a bit of a letdown.”
?!
He couldn’t understand their conversation at all. The Demon Lord couldn’t understand why he had to be in this situation either.
Weren’t those two a demon and a human? At best, they were a demon who had sided with Kaelan and a guy who hated Kaelan.
What… happened..? Cough…!
Crack.
“It’s time to pull the plug.”
Those were the last words the Demon Lord would hear.
Thud.
Lev turned his body to face him, and…
?
Whoosh!
Splat!
…he landed a full-swing punch to his face.
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For a demon, being permanently executed by holy power was a rather frightening thing. The inability to ever wake up again, and the fear of experiencing something unknown. It meant eternal annihilation.
But, for the current Demon Lord, it was different. Denying death and facing a new beginning through resurrection was more terrifying.
Huk… Huk!!
When he opened his eyes again, as if waking from a nightmare in the Soul Well, what he had to face… was a story with a predetermined ending.
“Oh, you’re back.”
“Junior… let’s finish this quickly and go.”
“Then, you help too, senior.”
Stab!!!
And so, the Demon Lord just repeated the cycle of resurrection and death hundreds of times, until his Soul Well was completely dry.
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How much time had passed?
“Being a Demon Lord is really annoying.”
After killing the twenty-first one to ensure the Demon Lord’s permanent annihilation… and the weakening of the Archdemons, the status window finally appeared.
Ding.
With the final task left to me, the ending of this game…
…was finally revealed.
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