Chapter 240: Straggler (1)
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[Ha.]
A laughter came out of Belfegor's mouth.
He glances at Balok as if absurd.
[Balok, are you crazy?]
Belfegor distorted his expression.
I twisted my chin as I sat in a chair.
I opened my eyes thinly.
Balok.
Demon who is the real two-factor Demon King and is blessed by the Demon King.
Its power is different from that of other Demons and is known to be comparable to that of the Grand Duke.
But it is.
[Dare you, you will deal with Belfegor alone?]
After all, he is not Grand Duke.
There is an absolutely inexhaustible gap between the Grand Duke and the other demons.
No matter how powerful the Demon King is, no matter how powerful he is called among the other Demons.
That's all.
You cannot defeat the Grand Duke.
The Grand Duke was born to be a ruler, an existence destined to be absolute.
Even if you search the entire expanse of Old Heaven and Hell, there is no one who can fight the Grand Duke alone except the ancient monsters.
[Why, are you afraid?]
Balok smiled and asked.
[Ha.]
Belfegor's mouth burst into laughter again.
I held my head down and laughed as I tried to burst out.
[You've won a thousand years of war and let go of your mind.]
Belfegor slowly reaches for Balok.
[Remember, Valoc.]
The Nazirites join the horse.
[Victory is the Demon King. It's not you.]
[That's right.]
Balok shakes his hand. A burning whip emerged from the black crack.
I whip.
I twisted my mouth.
[And you were defeated.]
[…….]
Belfegor firmly shut up.
I shot Balok with sharp eyes.
A thousand years of war. I remembered a long war and a bitter defeat.
Very good.
It became unpleasant.
[I'm really scared of the world because I'm under the Demon King. I have to work hard...]
Belbecor had a flimsy smile.
[Straggler who couldn't protect his master.]
[…….]
Straggler.
Balok's eyebrows shook very slightly at the word.
[Have you completely forgotten Belzebub? But he was your master once.]
Belfegor laughed when he laughed.
Belzebuv.
The Duke of Violence.
He was the only demon in the air who took his place by another demon.
It was Baal who killed Belzebub and took his place.
Before the millennium war, the largest war was between Baal and Belzebub.
Belzebub was defeated in that battle.
He took the Grand Duke's seat and recognized Baal as the new owner of the Hell Rescue Vehicle.
Belzebub's clans were devoured by Baal.
The continent was torn apart and died in terrible pain.
Except for one inmate.
A demon that survived Baal's hand.
At that time, the most loyal demon who served Belzebub was called Balok.
[Ah, that reminds me of you. A loser who lost his owner and was blindfolded by a rotten corpse, plundered by desire.]
[…….]
[Khh. Did you go to see the Demon King to meet his most miserable death as a demon then?]
The first encounter between Balok and the Demon King.
It was a fairly famous anecdote in Old Heaven and Hell.
At that time, Baloch, who thought that the most miserable death for the devil was to die in human hands, went to the Demon King.
I begged for death.
I longed to relieve the guilt of failing to protect my master through miserable death.
[... I didn't know that man would be the Demon King.]
I didn't expect a human who went to meet the most miserable death would be the Demon King of the Nine Heavens.
It was unimaginable to anyone at the time.
Belfegor shakes his head as if he doesn't want to think about the Demon King.
[But I'm still curious. Then the Demon King would have been weaker than you. Why did you serve him? Huh? Is that how the new owner worked? It's time to weep. How sad would Belzebub be to see you now?]
[Belpegor.]
[Puchup, hahahaha!! I can't believe the master who swore allegiance died and turned him upside down.]
Phew. My tongue seems pathetic.
[This is why it's useless to raise a son of a bitch.]
Quaaang!
I heard a loud noise.
As Baloch's creature rises, it rises into the air.
A whip wrapped in a dark red flame swung at a dazzling speed.
[Hmph.]
Belfegor snorts.
The power sprinkled with a stretched hand forward.
Power of suspension.
The power of power that makes the time of a certain zone extremely slow constrains whipping.
The whip, which was swinging at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound, stopped in the air as if caught in the invisible hand.
Open up!
Without a second of hesitation.
Lift your hands off the whip. It comes down to the ground as if it were blowing its wings.
Smash the ground with a clamped hand.
Kugu Gugu Bow!!
Rock that flies like a cannonball.
Belfegor's vision was momentarily blocked.
Belfegor's expression is distorted.
The power of stopping, which makes the time in a certain zone extremely slow. The limitation condition of that power was' the extent to which the field of view was reached '.
The sight is blocked and the power of the stop is released.
Balok's body appeared to bounce between the flighting rocks.
The giant fist that evokes the rock smashes Belfegor's head.
Paang!!
Belfegor's chair retreats at a fast pace.
Just before your fist touches. I managed to protect my face with the power of stopping.
[Argh!]
It could not be fully protected.
Black blood flows from Belfegor's mouth after getting Magi from Balok's fist.
Balok held his back straight and said in a deep sinking voice.
[It's long. Is your body lazy enough to wear it?]
[…….]
Belfegor's expression is distorted.
I was ashamed that I only allowed Balok to attack the Demon and not the Grand Duke.
[This petty Straggler..!]
Belfegor stretches out his arms.
A blade of time made with the power of a stop.
I can't see or hear.
An intangible sword that slashes the target by twisting the time in a certain space spills over to Balok.
Ugh!
Balok lowered his body crouchingly.
I exuded Magi all over my body.
When the Magic touched the intangible sword, the flow of Magic was extremely slow.
Balok closed his eyes.
I can't see Belfegor's attack. The use of the eye is rather hindered.
Only with the sensation felt through Margie.
Avoid all attacks.
After avoiding the attack with an unimaginable swift motion, a five-metre goose approached Belfegor's front.
I grabbed my right fist.
The whip that fell on the floor flew like a living life and wrapped his fist around him.
A fist burning with a dark red flame. I twisted my body and pulled it back.
[Do you think it will work?!]
The laughter fell on Belfegor's mouth.
He built a barrier around his body with the power of a stop.
5 centimeters above the skin. All objects that come into this stop in an extremely slow time.
A shield you can call absolute.
[Sky.]
Step firmly on the ground with your left foot extended forward.
Lower your stance by pulling your shoulders.
I have put all my strength into one point.
Balok punches like an explosion.
[Smash.]
Qaaaaaaaah!!
His master, the technology of rainfall.
It was merely a fist, but the narrative in it is more complex than the idea.
Shoulders from the waist. Controls the daily flow of Margie from shoulders to fists, and then explodes in one moment.
Of course, using this method, Balok himself is forced to be swept away by an enormous amount of counterelasticity.
However, there was one trait that Baloch did not have for the other demons.
Barding. His unconscious nature protected his fist with a powerful Magi protective membrane baloc on top of his skin.
And then.
[Huff!!!]
Belpegor's body that bends like a bow.
With the chair, Belfegor's body rolled roughly to the ground.
A handful of black blood poured out.
[Chuckles] What do you say, man?]
Belfegor looks at Balok as if he doesn't understand.
No matter how powerful the power in Vallock's fist was, he was unable to attack beyond his power to control the flow of time.
I had to.
[Shit, shit, shit!!]
Belfegor puts his hands on the ground and pours out a rough curse.
Balok slowly approaches Belfegor, who falls on the ground.
Straggler.
That bitter rumble hovered in my ear.
Don't pretend you don't have a lot on your mind. Get out of here.
I remember the past, and it came to me like it was a constant.
I couldn't protect my master.
What am I supposed to do?
I came to you to make atonement for it.
What the hell is that?
He explained to the incomprehensible how humiliating it was for a demon to die by human hands.
After hearing the explanation, he laughed in vain.
Oh, so you came looking for me?
I do.
Haa. I should have seen this rotten fish when I got here.
He smiles like he's ridiculous.
He moved his steps, ignoring himself.
Emotions are sold in drama.
…….
Stay out of trouble. I'm busy right now.
You... are not afraid.
- What? What?
This is Old Hell. It's dominated by the Grand Duke. It's a different place than the hell you went through.
I know everything before you come, motherfucker.
No, I don't know. You... don't know how scared they are. If I knew, I wouldn't be afraid.
I'm going to let that son of a bitch come once.
He's approaching.
He shook his foot lightly and flew up and grabbed his body.
Then I saw his eyes.
Black pupils on white.
Two eyes stared at him.
Ah..
It was transmuted.
An eye that shines with more intense desire than any demon.
The desire for madness was burning fiercely.
Creepy sensation.
Balok knows the name of desire in his eyes.
I don't care if there's a Grand Duke here or anything.
His words followed.
It's the same thing I do anyway.
Evil comes with greater malice.
In flesh, it leads to greater flesh.
Swallowing everything in the world forward, forward.
If you're done talking, get the fuck out of here. I don't have time to take it from a loser like you. If you want a disgraceful death, you can smash it in the ass and search it.
Exciting curse.
[Hahaha!]
Valoc, who was walking towards Belfegor, stood there for a moment and smiled in memory.
[Balok...!]
[Ah, I thought about it a while ago.]
Balok laughed.
I lifted a fist with a dark red flame.
He clenched his finger and said to Belfegor, who fell on the floor.
[Stand right there, Belpegor. The battle has just begun, isn't it?]
[Grunts.]
Belfegor's expression is distorted.
He glances at Balok with eavesdropping eyes.
Belfegor slowly 'stood up' with his hands on the ground.
He raised his hand to the chair where he was sitting.
[Valoc.]
Dark magi sweeps around like a storm.
Whoo-hoo! Woody!
The wheeled chair changed its shape.
A white armor that is broken and the broken pieces of the chair regenerate as if it were made of bone.
[I'll make you regret making me stand up.]
'Natai' covered Belfegor's body with a blooming armor of filthy scams.
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[Ha.]
A laughter came out of Belfegor's mouth.
He glances at Balok as if absurd.
[Balok, are you crazy?]
Belfegor distorted his expression.
I twisted my chin as I sat in a chair.
I opened my eyes thinly.
Balok.
Demon who is the real two-factor Demon King and is blessed by the Demon King.
Its power is different from that of other Demons and is known to be comparable to that of the Grand Duke.
But it is.
[Dare you, you will deal with Belfegor alone?]
After all, he is not Grand Duke.
There is an absolutely inexhaustible gap between the Grand Duke and the other demons.
No matter how powerful the Demon King is, no matter how powerful he is called among the other Demons.
That's all.
You cannot defeat the Grand Duke.
The Grand Duke was born to be a ruler, an existence destined to be absolute.
Even if you search the entire expanse of Old Heaven and Hell, there is no one who can fight the Grand Duke alone except the ancient monsters.
[Why, are you afraid?]
Balok smiled and asked.
[Ha.]
Belfegor's mouth burst into laughter again.
I held my head down and laughed as I tried to burst out.
[You've won a thousand years of war and let go of your mind.]
Belfegor slowly reaches for Balok.
[Remember, Valoc.]
The Nazirites join the horse.
[Victory is the Demon King. It's not you.]
[That's right.]
Balok shakes his hand. A burning whip emerged from the black crack.
I whip.
I twisted my mouth.
[And you were defeated.]
[…….]
Belfegor firmly shut up.
I shot Balok with sharp eyes.
A thousand years of war. I remembered a long war and a bitter defeat.
Very good.
It became unpleasant.
[I'm really scared of the world because I'm under the Demon King. I have to work hard...]
Belbecor had a flimsy smile.
[Straggler who couldn't protect his master.]
[…….]
Straggler.
Balok's eyebrows shook very slightly at the word.
[Have you completely forgotten Belzebub? But he was your master once.]
Belfegor laughed when he laughed.
Belzebuv.
The Duke of Violence.
He was the only demon in the air who took his place by another demon.
It was Baal who killed Belzebub and took his place.
Before the millennium war, the largest war was between Baal and Belzebub.
Belzebub was defeated in that battle.
He took the Grand Duke's seat and recognized Baal as the new owner of the Hell Rescue Vehicle.
Belzebub's clans were devoured by Baal.
The continent was torn apart and died in terrible pain.
Except for one inmate.
A demon that survived Baal's hand.
At that time, the most loyal demon who served Belzebub was called Balok.
[Ah, that reminds me of you. A loser who lost his owner and was blindfolded by a rotten corpse, plundered by desire.]
[…….]
[Khh. Did you go to see the Demon King to meet his most miserable death as a demon then?]
The first encounter between Balok and the Demon King.
It was a fairly famous anecdote in Old Heaven and Hell.
At that time, Baloch, who thought that the most miserable death for the devil was to die in human hands, went to the Demon King.
I begged for death.
I longed to relieve the guilt of failing to protect my master through miserable death.
[... I didn't know that man would be the Demon King.]
I didn't expect a human who went to meet the most miserable death would be the Demon King of the Nine Heavens.
It was unimaginable to anyone at the time.
Belfegor shakes his head as if he doesn't want to think about the Demon King.
[But I'm still curious. Then the Demon King would have been weaker than you. Why did you serve him? Huh? Is that how the new owner worked? It's time to weep. How sad would Belzebub be to see you now?]
[Belpegor.]
[Puchup, hahahaha!! I can't believe the master who swore allegiance died and turned him upside down.]
Phew. My tongue seems pathetic.
[This is why it's useless to raise a son of a bitch.]
Quaaang!
I heard a loud noise.
As Baloch's creature rises, it rises into the air.
A whip wrapped in a dark red flame swung at a dazzling speed.
[Hmph.]
Belfegor snorts.
The power sprinkled with a stretched hand forward.
Power of suspension.
The power of power that makes the time of a certain zone extremely slow constrains whipping.
The whip, which was swinging at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound, stopped in the air as if caught in the invisible hand.
Open up!
Without a second of hesitation.
Lift your hands off the whip. It comes down to the ground as if it were blowing its wings.
Smash the ground with a clamped hand.
Kugu Gugu Bow!!
Rock that flies like a cannonball.
Belfegor's vision was momentarily blocked.
Belfegor's expression is distorted.
The power of stopping, which makes the time in a certain zone extremely slow. The limitation condition of that power was' the extent to which the field of view was reached '.
The sight is blocked and the power of the stop is released.
Balok's body appeared to bounce between the flighting rocks.
The giant fist that evokes the rock smashes Belfegor's head.
Paang!!
Belfegor's chair retreats at a fast pace.
Just before your fist touches. I managed to protect my face with the power of stopping.
[Argh!]
It could not be fully protected.
Black blood flows from Belfegor's mouth after getting Magi from Balok's fist.
Balok held his back straight and said in a deep sinking voice.
[It's long. Is your body lazy enough to wear it?]
[…….]
Belfegor's expression is distorted.
I was ashamed that I only allowed Balok to attack the Demon and not the Grand Duke.
[This petty Straggler..!]
Belfegor stretches out his arms.
A blade of time made with the power of a stop.
I can't see or hear.
An intangible sword that slashes the target by twisting the time in a certain space spills over to Balok.
Ugh!
Balok lowered his body crouchingly.
I exuded Magi all over my body.
When the Magic touched the intangible sword, the flow of Magic was extremely slow.
Balok closed his eyes.
I can't see Belfegor's attack. The use of the eye is rather hindered.
Only with the sensation felt through Margie.
Avoid all attacks.
After avoiding the attack with an unimaginable swift motion, a five-metre goose approached Belfegor's front.
I grabbed my right fist.
The whip that fell on the floor flew like a living life and wrapped his fist around him.
A fist burning with a dark red flame. I twisted my body and pulled it back.
[Do you think it will work?!]
The laughter fell on Belfegor's mouth.
He built a barrier around his body with the power of a stop.
5 centimeters above the skin. All objects that come into this stop in an extremely slow time.
A shield you can call absolute.
[Sky.]
Step firmly on the ground with your left foot extended forward.
Lower your stance by pulling your shoulders.
I have put all my strength into one point.
Balok punches like an explosion.
[Smash.]
Qaaaaaaaah!!
His master, the technology of rainfall.
It was merely a fist, but the narrative in it is more complex than the idea.
Shoulders from the waist. Controls the daily flow of Margie from shoulders to fists, and then explodes in one moment.
Of course, using this method, Balok himself is forced to be swept away by an enormous amount of counterelasticity.
However, there was one trait that Baloch did not have for the other demons.
Barding. His unconscious nature protected his fist with a powerful Magi protective membrane baloc on top of his skin.
And then.
[Huff!!!]
Belpegor's body that bends like a bow.
With the chair, Belfegor's body rolled roughly to the ground.
A handful of black blood poured out.
[Chuckles] What do you say, man?]
Belfegor looks at Balok as if he doesn't understand.
No matter how powerful the power in Vallock's fist was, he was unable to attack beyond his power to control the flow of time.
I had to.
[Shit, shit, shit!!]
Belfegor puts his hands on the ground and pours out a rough curse.
Balok slowly approaches Belfegor, who falls on the ground.
Straggler.
That bitter rumble hovered in my ear.
Don't pretend you don't have a lot on your mind. Get out of here.
I remember the past, and it came to me like it was a constant.
I couldn't protect my master.
What am I supposed to do?
I came to you to make atonement for it.
What the hell is that?
He explained to the incomprehensible how humiliating it was for a demon to die by human hands.
After hearing the explanation, he laughed in vain.
Oh, so you came looking for me?
I do.
Haa. I should have seen this rotten fish when I got here.
He smiles like he's ridiculous.
He moved his steps, ignoring himself.
Emotions are sold in drama.
…….
Stay out of trouble. I'm busy right now.
You... are not afraid.
- What? What?
This is Old Hell. It's dominated by the Grand Duke. It's a different place than the hell you went through.
I know everything before you come, motherfucker.
No, I don't know. You... don't know how scared they are. If I knew, I wouldn't be afraid.
I'm going to let that son of a bitch come once.
He's approaching.
He shook his foot lightly and flew up and grabbed his body.
Then I saw his eyes.
Black pupils on white.
Two eyes stared at him.
Ah..
It was transmuted.
An eye that shines with more intense desire than any demon.
The desire for madness was burning fiercely.
Creepy sensation.
Balok knows the name of desire in his eyes.
I don't care if there's a Grand Duke here or anything.
His words followed.
It's the same thing I do anyway.
Evil comes with greater malice.
In flesh, it leads to greater flesh.
Swallowing everything in the world forward, forward.
If you're done talking, get the fuck out of here. I don't have time to take it from a loser like you. If you want a disgraceful death, you can smash it in the ass and search it.
Exciting curse.
[Hahaha!]
Valoc, who was walking towards Belfegor, stood there for a moment and smiled in memory.
[Balok...!]
[Ah, I thought about it a while ago.]
Balok laughed.
I lifted a fist with a dark red flame.
He clenched his finger and said to Belfegor, who fell on the floor.
[Stand right there, Belpegor. The battle has just begun, isn't it?]
[Grunts.]
Belfegor's expression is distorted.
He glances at Balok with eavesdropping eyes.
Belfegor slowly 'stood up' with his hands on the ground.
He raised his hand to the chair where he was sitting.
[Valoc.]
Dark magi sweeps around like a storm.
Whoo-hoo! Woody!
The wheeled chair changed its shape.
A white armor that is broken and the broken pieces of the chair regenerate as if it were made of bone.
[I'll make you regret making me stand up.]
'Natai' covered Belfegor's body with a blooming armor of filthy scams.
Ha.A laughter came out of Belfegor's mouth.He glances at Balok as if absurd.Balok, are you crazy?Belfegor distorted his expression.I twisted my chin as I sat in a chair.I opened my eyes thinly.Balok.Demon who is the real two-factor Demon King and is blessed by the Demon King.Its power is different from that of other Demons and is known to be comparable to that of the Grand Duke.But it is.Dare you, you will deal with Belfegor alone?After all, he is not Grand Duke.There is an absolutely inexhaustible gap between the Grand Duke and the other demons.No matter how powerful the Demon King is, no matter how powerful he is called among the other Demons.That's all.You cannot defeat the Grand Duke.The Grand Duke was born to be a ruler, an existence destined to be absolute.Even if you search the entire expanse of Old Heaven and Hell, there is no one who can fight the Grand Duke alone except the ancient monsters.Why, are you afraid?Balok smiled and asked.Ha.Belfegor's mouth burst into laughter again.I held my head down and laughed as I tried to burst out.You've won a thousand years of war and let go of your mind.Belfegor slowly reaches for Balok.Remember, Valoc.The Nazirites join the horse.Victory is the Demon King. It's not you.That's right.Balok shakes his hand. A burning whip emerged from the black crack.I whip.I twisted my mouth.And you were defeated..Belfegor firmly shut up.I shot Balok with sharp eyes.A thousand years of war. I remembered a long war and a bitter defeat.Very good.It became unpleasant.I'm really scared of the world because I'm under the Demon King. I have to work hard...Belbecor had a flimsy smile.Straggler who couldn't protect his master..Straggler.Balok's eyebrows shook very slightly at the word.Have you completely forgotten Belzebub? But he was your master once.Belfegor laughed when he laughed.Belzebuv.The Duke of Violence.He was the only demon in the air who took his place by another demon.It was Baal who killed Belzebub and took his place.Before the millennium war, the largest war was between Baal and Belzebub.Belzebub was defeated in that battle.He took the Grand Duke's seat and recognized Baal as the new owner of the Hell Rescue Vehicle.Belzebub's clans were devoured by Baal.The continent was torn apart and died in terrible pain.Except for one inmate.A demon that survived Baal's hand.At that time, the most loyal demon who served Belzebub was called Balok.Ah, that reminds me of you. A loser who lost his owner and was blindfolded by a rotten corpse, plundered by desire..Khh. Did you go to see the Demon King to meet his most miserable death as a demon then?The first encounter between Balok and the Demon King.It was a fairly famous anecdote in Old Heaven and Hell.At that time, Baloch, who thought that the most miserable death for the devil was to die in human hands, went to the Demon King.I begged for death.I longed to relieve the guilt of failing to protect my master through miserable death.... I didn't know that man would be the Demon King.I didn't expect a human who went to meet the most miserable death would be the Demon King of the Nine Heavens.It was unimaginable to anyone at the time.Belfegor shakes his head as if he doesn't want to think about the Demon King.But I'm still curious. Then the Demon King would have been weaker than you. Why did you serve him? Huh? Is that how the new owner worked? It's time to weep. How sad would Belzebub be to see you now?Belpegor.Puchup, hahahaha!! I can't believe the master who swore allegiance died and turned him upside down.Phew. My tongue seems pathetic.This is why it's useless to raise a son of a bitch.Quaaang!I heard a loud noise.As Baloch's creature rises, it rises into the air.A whip wrapped in a dark red flame swung at a dazzling speed.Hmph.Belfegor snorts.The power sprinkled with a stretched hand forward.Power of suspension.The power of power that makes the time of a certain zone extremely slow constrains whipping.The whip, which was swinging at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound, stopped in the air as if caught in the invisible hand.Open up!Without a second of hesitation.Lift your hands off the whip. It comes down to the ground as if it were blowing its wings.Smash the ground with a clamped hand.Kugu Gugu Bow!!Rock that flies like a cannonball.Belfegor's vision was momentarily blocked.Belfegor's expression is distorted.The power of stopping, which makes the time in a certain zone extremely slow. The limitation condition of that power was' the extent to which the field of view was reached '.The sight is blocked and the power of the stop is released.Balok's body appeared to bounce between the flighting rocks.The giant fist that evokes the rock smashes Belfegor's head.Paang!!Belfegor's chair retreats at a fast pace.Just before your fist touches. I managed to protect my face with the power of stopping.Argh!It could not be fully protected.Black blood flows from Belfegor's mouth after getting Magi from Balok's fist.Balok held his back straight and said in a deep sinking voice.It's long. Is your body lazy enough to wear it?.Belfegor's expression is distorted.I was ashamed that I only allowed Balok to attack the Demon and not the Grand Duke.This petty Straggler..!Belfegor stretches out his arms.A blade of time made with the power of a stop.I can't see or hear.An intangible sword that slashes the target by twisting the time in a certain space spills over to Balok.Ugh!Balok lowered his body crouchingly.I exuded Magi all over my body.When the Magic touched the intangible sword, the flow of Magic was extremely slow.Balok closed his eyes.I can't see Belfegor's attack. The use of the eye is rather hindered.Only with the sensation felt through Margie.Avoid all attacks.After avoiding the attack with an unimaginable swift motion, a five-metre goose approached Belfegor's front.I grabbed my right fist.The whip that fell on the floor flew like a living life and wrapped his fist around him.A fist burning with a dark red flame. I twisted my body and pulled it back.Do you think it will work?!The laughter fell on Belfegor's mouth.He built a barrier around his body with the power of a stop.5 centimeters above the skin. All objects that come into this stop in an extremely slow time.A shield you can call absolute.Sky.Step firmly on the ground with your left foot extended forward.Lower your stance by pulling your shoulders.I have put all my strength into one point.Balok punches like an explosion.Smash.Qaaaaaaaah!!His master, the technology of rainfall.It was merely a fist, but the narrative in it is more complex than the idea.Shoulders from the waist. Controls the daily flow of Margie from shoulders to fists, and then explodes in one moment.Of course, using this method, Balok himself is forced to be swept away by an enormous amount of counterelasticity.However, there was one trait that Baloch did not have for the other demons.Barding. His unconscious nature protected his fist with a powerful Magi protective membrane baloc on top of his skin.And then.Huff!!!Belpegor's body that bends like a bow.With the chair, Belfegor's body rolled roughly to the ground.A handful of black blood poured out.Chuckles What do you say, man?Belfegor looks at Balok as if he doesn't understand.No matter how powerful the power in Vallock's fist was, he was unable to attack beyond his power to control the flow of time.I had to.Shit, shit, shit!!Belfegor puts his hands on the ground and pours out a rough curse.Balok slowly approaches Belfegor, who falls on the ground.Straggler.That bitter rumble hovered in my ear.Don't pretend you don't have a lot on your mind. Get out of here.I remember the past, and it came to me like it was a constant.I couldn't protect my master.What am I supposed to do?I came to you to make atonement for it.What the hell is that?He explained to the incomprehensible how humiliating it was for a demon to die by human hands.After hearing the explanation, he laughed in vain.Oh, so you came looking for me?I do.Haa. I should have seen this rotten fish when I got here.He smiles like he's ridiculous.He moved his steps, ignoring himself.Emotions are sold in drama..Stay out of trouble. I'm busy right now.You... are not afraid.- What? What?This is Old Hell. It's dominated by the Grand Duke. It's a different place than the hell you went through.I know everything before you come, motherfucker.No, I don't know. You... don't know how scared they are. If I knew, I wouldn't be afraid.I'm going to let that son of a bitch come once.He's approaching.He shook his foot lightly and flew up and grabbed his body.Then I saw his eyes.Black pupils on white.Two eyes stared at him.Ah..It was transmuted.An eye that shines with more intense desire than any demon.The desire for madness was burning fiercely.Creepy sensation.Balok knows the name of desire in his eyes.I don't care if there's a Grand Duke here or anything.His words followed.It's the same thing I do anyway.Evil comes with greater malice.In flesh, it leads to greater flesh.Swallowing everything in the world forward, forward.If you're done talking, get the fuck out of here. I don't have time to take it from a loser like you. If you want a disgraceful death, you can smash it in the ass and search it.Exciting curse.Hahaha!Valoc, who was walking towards Belfegor, stood there for a moment and smiled in memory.Balok...!Ah, I thought about it a while ago.Balok laughed.I lifted a fist with a dark red flame.He clenched his finger and said to Belfegor, who fell on the floor.Stand right there, Belpegor. The battle has just begun, isn't it?Grunts.Belfegor's expression is distorted.He glances at Balok with eavesdropping eyes.Belfegor slowly 'stood up' with his hands on the ground.He raised his hand to the chair where he was sitting.Valoc.Dark magi sweeps around like a storm.Whoo-hoo! Woody!The wheeled chair changed its shape.A white armor that is broken and the broken pieces of the chair regenerate as if it were made of bone.I'll make you regret making me stand up.'Natai' covered Belfegor's body with a blooming armor of filthy scams.
