Chapter 241: Straggler (2)
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Belfegor across the 'natae' raised his body.
A dimension different from that of sitting down, a suffocating magi emanated from his body.
Balok's expression hardened.
'It's a real start.'
With a burning fist, he poses in a dark red flame.
I've been able to deal with Belfegor all along.
The story was different if he decided to step up to power.
[Now, let's see if you're strong enough to say that.]
Belfegor slowly raises his hand.
An intangible blade was made.
The numbers themselves are different than before.
Over a thousand blades.
Through the course of time, the Dütte poured its blade like rain.
Aah! Aah!
The earth touched by the sword has been ripped out.
It is bizarre that the earth is torn apart because of the twisting of time, but it is not the same if you think about it a little bit.
The Earth cycles. It moves without rest.
The part that touches the 'stopping power' causes a distortion because its movement slows down without a single movement.
In other words:
'If that sword touches my body.'
No matter how much you have a Barding, you can't avoid fatal wounds.
I sprinkled Magi.
I closed my eyes.
I avoided the blade as I felt the flow of Magi change.
Kwajik!
[Argh.]
But no matter how much you know, it's possible to avoid thousands of blades.
The skin that touched the intangible sword was twisted.
[Die, Balok.]
Belfegor stretched out his arms.
Through time, the power of power spread like a tent.
Quuuuuuuuuuuu!
The earth is turned upside down. The land swept away by the landslide creates a huge shock.
Balok bites his lips, avoiding the spilling blade.
'It's the Duke, too.'
I have seen countless powerful demons so far, but I was different from them.
Valoc snapped his foot.
If you stop the movement for just one second, you will be completely swallowed up by the power of the stop.
The end of the moment.
My whole body dries up against time and explodes and dies.
Valoc continued to move and examined Belfegor.
'There is a way.'
The power of suspension is never the enemy.
There are also many limitations, as are forces with fraudulent power.
It cannot be used outside of the field of view.
'Slow.'
It's the deadliest problem.
If it moves a little faster, it is not difficult to avoid the power of the stop itself.
Making thousands of intangible swords and pouring them out is also to mask the drawback of that slowness.
Kung! Kuku Gu Bow!!
The land that touched the intangible sword exploded over hundreds of meters.
Valoc avoids the attack by moving his body without rest.
And then.
'Now!'
Belfegor saw a gap.
He cannot move while using the power of stop.
A great chance to fight back.
Kwung!
Lower your body and kick your feet like a bounce. An intangible blade grabs the body.
The skin opens and the muscles are torn. Ignores the attack and clenches his fist.
Magi clumps together and covers his fist.
As if wearing a Gauntlet, a Armor of Black Magi was made.
'Perfect timing.'
The attack had to be successful.
The body of Balok, who crossed the speed of sound, was shot at Belfegor like a cannon.
I swing my fist covered in barn. Targeting is Belfegor's head.
I felt a fist touching the power that was protecting Belfegor's body.
The force did not enter the arm momentarily.
'From here.'
Balok sharpened his eyes.
This is the moment that touched the power of the stop.
Explodes the barber covering the fist.
Black Magi spreads in circles, blocking Belfegor's vision.
The range of stopping power is the range within which Belfegor's field of view touches. Blocking sight by exploding Magi at the moment it touches power can make the attack a success.
Woodstock!
That's it!
I had a sensation in my fist.
Balok's eyes glowed.
But it is.
[Aha, you used that trick.]
Belfegor spills a bitter smile.
A white armor covered his whole body.
It's like a spider spreading out his folded legs. Just like a predator opens his mouth.
The armor opened everywhere and wrapped Balok's arms around him.
And then.
Wooddhob!!
[Argh!!]
The arm grabbed and pulled out.
Black blood gushed out like a fountain on a cross section of an arm ripped from an elbow.
Belfegor calmly crossed his arms, kicking his tongue.
[Tear him to death.]
I ordered someone.
I soon knew who the target was.
Cards! Cards!
The white armor that covered his body changed its shape.
Eight arms were made. It looks like you're looking at the hand of a skeleton.
His hands grasped Baloch's body and pulled him around.
[Khhhhhh!!]
A scream burst from Baloch's mouth, filled with pain.
Khhhhhhhh. The barn that protects his body has a crack.
Hell's sake, Nate.
The function of that transcendent armor was simpler than I thought.
It does not call for overwhelming destruction, nor does it have any special function.
The ability of 'Nahtae' to do what the owner wants instead of doing what is possible.
If you don't want to move with two feet, move yourself with a wheeled chair. If you want to protect yourself with armor, if you want to kill your enemies, move yourself with a weapon.
The owner doesn't have to do anything while 'Nate' is moving.
[Grunts!!]
Eight arms pulling him from all sides. Horrible pressure pulled him.
Simple, but not weak.
Nate was a hellfire that could perfectly compensate Belfegor's disadvantage of not being able to move while using the 'power of stop', and at the same time, a helmet with such a formidable power that even Valoc could be shot and pressed.
Whoo-hoo! Woody!
Bones are broken. Skin is torn and black blood is shed.
The two eyes of Baloch were filled with blood and the muscles of the whole body seemed to burst.
But I couldn't escape the power of the Nazarene.
Belfegor smiles bitterly.
[Hmph. That's all I heard.]
* * *.
He shook his head with his tongue kicked.
[Do you really think you can beat the Grand Duke?]
What a ridiculous idea.
He even absorbed the 'source of evil' and became more powerful than in the past.
His authority, not the devil, could not deal with him.
Belfegor glances at Balok more than once, as if pathetic.
[Oh, I think it would be more effective to use you instead of Kim Si-hoon.]
[Effective]?]
[I call the Demon King 'there'.]
Belfegor laughed when he laughed.
Balok smiled.
I don't know what I'm planning, but it's meaningless.
[To him, that kind of hostage-taking would work.]
[It doesn't work. Have you forgotten, Balok? Why did the Demon King wage a thousand years of war?]
[…….]
[Kihi. He's a lunatic. He's got his men covered in dirt. Ah, the crazy one. Is that because? Either way, if you're a hostage, the Demon King can't move.]
Belfegor smiles.
If Baloch is taken hostage, the chances of success of the 'plan' increase considerably.
You can kill the Demon King, the monster.
[Then... let's pull out the limbs before taking them to the Demon King's presence.]
Woodpeck!!
[Argh!!! Argh!!]
[Hahahaha!! Once again, I can see the master die before my eyes!]
A scream came out of Baloch's mouth.
The hand of a Nazi who pulls his arms and legs from all sides.
If that's how it is.
Balok bites his lips in terrible pain.
'Probably.'
His eyes sank deeply.
I imagined a battle with Belfegor. Creepy horrors spread through my back.
'You'll lose.'
There is no doubt.
The Grand Duke is different from a normal demon.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try.
It was impossible for a normal demon to win the Grand Duke.
'I do.'
If it had been easy, it would never have made sense to change the 'Grand Duke's Left' since the birth of Old Hell.
The Grand Duke is born as Grand Duke from birth.
He is absolute and is born the ruler.
There are only two things that have shattered that framework so far.
'Baal and Demon.'
The demons who destroyed the framework in the history of Old Heaven and Hell were never the exception to the two.
'No.'
Balok laughed.
Grasping his fist, he pulls up his whole body.
I can't believe it.
'I've already overcome two.'
The likelihood is not zero.
The Grand Duke is not invincible.
They were defeated.
No matter how tall your nostrils are, you can hold the foam arrogantly.
'The Demon King has won.'
Rain beat them.
Of course, there was no defeat. No, rather, there were countless defeats.
Many men have died. Among them were many men whom the Demon King really cherished.
All of you, moron.
Dead.
Balok...
I remembered the past. It was a long time ago with the rains.
Like yourself when you first met him, it was raining with the same eyes as a dead body.
Now, I'm tired.
The words he spit out as he sat on countless corpses.
I remember that time.
There was untold despair, frustration, failure and grief.
But it is.
Nevertheless.
Flip an enormous power car, even when the worst and worst overlap.
He stood up. He went forward. And, I won.
'If so.'
I will be able to overcome myself.
No, we must not overcome it from the position of serving the Demon King.
It should not be made impossible.
If you can't, you can't serve him. I can't stand by and walk.
I can't relieve his shoulders.
Don't get too close, I don't need your help.
Perhaps if he saw himself now, he would say so.
Why didn't you ask for help?
In fact, it is simple to ask for help. There is a communication device that I told you to use when it rains in an emergency.
If you call him, he will arrive here in the blink of an eye.
And then.
'I'll try to carry it by myself again.'
He will walk alone carrying everything.
I will climb to the heights.
Like always.
Over the last thousand years, as we have repeated countless times.
Forward. Forward.
[Tired.]
[What?]
[I'm tired of not being able to protect my master.]
Balok laughed.
T'D'Argh!!
I was smashed, and the sound of tearing rang.
It is not Vallock's limbs that have been ripped off.
[What...?]
The hand of the Nazarene, which was split into eight pieces, began to crack.
Kwung!
Baloch's body came down to the floor.
Black Magi covered his whole body.
A black armor that envelops the whole body as it evokes the Knights of the West.
The wings of the bat sprung up behind his back.
Balok's eyes opened.
The eyes that look beyond the helm on the full plate are yellow.
Horizontally torn black pupils.
His master, the pupil of a mountain goat like rain.
[Now.]
It reminded me of the rain and the drink.
Then a smile was drawn on the edge of his mouth.
He seemed happy.
It was a smile I couldn't see in hell.
'Already.'
I failed once.
I failed to protect my master.
There won't be two.
[I'll keep it.]
I love my king.
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Belfegor across the 'natae' raised his body.
A dimension different from that of sitting down, a suffocating magi emanated from his body.
Balok's expression hardened.
'It's a real start.'
With a burning fist, he poses in a dark red flame.
I've been able to deal with Belfegor all along.
The story was different if he decided to step up to power.
[Now, let's see if you're strong enough to say that.]
Belfegor slowly raises his hand.
An intangible blade was made.
The numbers themselves are different than before.
Over a thousand blades.
Through the course of time, the Dütte poured its blade like rain.
Aah! Aah!
The earth touched by the sword has been ripped out.
It is bizarre that the earth is torn apart because of the twisting of time, but it is not the same if you think about it a little bit.
The Earth cycles. It moves without rest.
The part that touches the 'stopping power' causes a distortion because its movement slows down without a single movement.
In other words:
'If that sword touches my body.'
No matter how much you have a Barding, you can't avoid fatal wounds.
I sprinkled Magi.
I closed my eyes.
I avoided the blade as I felt the flow of Magi change.
Kwajik!
[Argh.]
But no matter how much you know, it's possible to avoid thousands of blades.
The skin that touched the intangible sword was twisted.
[Die, Balok.]
Belfegor stretched out his arms.
Through time, the power of power spread like a tent.
Quuuuuuuuuuuu!
The earth is turned upside down. The land swept away by the landslide creates a huge shock.
Balok bites his lips, avoiding the spilling blade.
'It's the Duke, too.'
I have seen countless powerful demons so far, but I was different from them.
Valoc snapped his foot.
If you stop the movement for just one second, you will be completely swallowed up by the power of the stop.
The end of the moment.
My whole body dries up against time and explodes and dies.
Valoc continued to move and examined Belfegor.
'There is a way.'
The power of suspension is never the enemy.
There are also many limitations, as are forces with fraudulent power.
It cannot be used outside of the field of view.
'Slow.'
It's the deadliest problem.
If it moves a little faster, it is not difficult to avoid the power of the stop itself.
Making thousands of intangible swords and pouring them out is also to mask the drawback of that slowness.
Kung! Kuku Gu Bow!!
The land that touched the intangible sword exploded over hundreds of meters.
Valoc avoids the attack by moving his body without rest.
And then.
'Now!'
Belfegor saw a gap.
He cannot move while using the power of stop.
A great chance to fight back.
Kwung!
Lower your body and kick your feet like a bounce. An intangible blade grabs the body.
The skin opens and the muscles are torn. Ignores the attack and clenches his fist.
Magi clumps together and covers his fist.
As if wearing a Gauntlet, a Armor of Black Magi was made.
'Perfect timing.'
The attack had to be successful.
The body of Balok, who crossed the speed of sound, was shot at Belfegor like a cannon.
I swing my fist covered in barn. Targeting is Belfegor's head.
I felt a fist touching the power that was protecting Belfegor's body.
The force did not enter the arm momentarily.
'From here.'
Balok sharpened his eyes.
This is the moment that touched the power of the stop.
Explodes the barber covering the fist.
Black Magi spreads in circles, blocking Belfegor's vision.
The range of stopping power is the range within which Belfegor's field of view touches. Blocking sight by exploding Magi at the moment it touches power can make the attack a success.
Woodstock!
That's it!
I had a sensation in my fist.
Balok's eyes glowed.
But it is.
[Aha, you used that trick.]
Belfegor spills a bitter smile.
A white armor covered his whole body.
It's like a spider spreading out his folded legs. Just like a predator opens his mouth.
The armor opened everywhere and wrapped Balok's arms around him.
And then.
Wooddhob!!
[Argh!!]
The arm grabbed and pulled out.
Black blood gushed out like a fountain on a cross section of an arm ripped from an elbow.
Belfegor calmly crossed his arms, kicking his tongue.
[Tear him to death.]
I ordered someone.
I soon knew who the target was.
Cards! Cards!
The white armor that covered his body changed its shape.
Eight arms were made. It looks like you're looking at the hand of a skeleton.
His hands grasped Baloch's body and pulled him around.
[Khhhhhh!!]
A scream burst from Baloch's mouth, filled with pain.
Khhhhhhhh. The barn that protects his body has a crack.
Hell's sake, Nate.
The function of that transcendent armor was simpler than I thought.
It does not call for overwhelming destruction, nor does it have any special function.
The ability of 'Nahtae' to do what the owner wants instead of doing what is possible.
If you don't want to move with two feet, move yourself with a wheeled chair. If you want to protect yourself with armor, if you want to kill your enemies, move yourself with a weapon.
The owner doesn't have to do anything while 'Nate' is moving.
[Grunts!!]
Eight arms pulling him from all sides. Horrible pressure pulled him.
Simple, but not weak.
Nate was a hellfire that could perfectly compensate Belfegor's disadvantage of not being able to move while using the 'power of stop', and at the same time, a helmet with such a formidable power that even Valoc could be shot and pressed.
Whoo-hoo! Woody!
Bones are broken. Skin is torn and black blood is shed.
The two eyes of Baloch were filled with blood and the muscles of the whole body seemed to burst.
But I couldn't escape the power of the Nazarene.
Belfegor smiles bitterly.
[Hmph. That's all I heard.]
* * *.
He shook his head with his tongue kicked.
[Do you really think you can beat the Grand Duke?]
What a ridiculous idea.
He even absorbed the 'source of evil' and became more powerful than in the past.
His authority, not the devil, could not deal with him.
Belfegor glances at Balok more than once, as if pathetic.
[Oh, I think it would be more effective to use you instead of Kim Si-hoon.]
[Effective]?]
[I call the Demon King 'there'.]
Belfegor laughed when he laughed.
Balok smiled.
I don't know what I'm planning, but it's meaningless.
[To him, that kind of hostage-taking would work.]
[It doesn't work. Have you forgotten, Balok? Why did the Demon King wage a thousand years of war?]
[…….]
[Kihi. He's a lunatic. He's got his men covered in dirt. Ah, the crazy one. Is that because? Either way, if you're a hostage, the Demon King can't move.]
Belfegor smiles.
If Baloch is taken hostage, the chances of success of the 'plan' increase considerably.
You can kill the Demon King, the monster.
[Then... let's pull out the limbs before taking them to the Demon King's presence.]
Woodpeck!!
[Argh!!! Argh!!]
[Hahahaha!! Once again, I can see the master die before my eyes!]
A scream came out of Baloch's mouth.
The hand of a Nazi who pulls his arms and legs from all sides.
If that's how it is.
Balok bites his lips in terrible pain.
'Probably.'
His eyes sank deeply.
I imagined a battle with Belfegor. Creepy horrors spread through my back.
'You'll lose.'
There is no doubt.
The Grand Duke is different from a normal demon.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try.
It was impossible for a normal demon to win the Grand Duke.
'I do.'
If it had been easy, it would never have made sense to change the 'Grand Duke's Left' since the birth of Old Hell.
The Grand Duke is born as Grand Duke from birth.
He is absolute and is born the ruler.
There are only two things that have shattered that framework so far.
'Baal and Demon.'
The demons who destroyed the framework in the history of Old Heaven and Hell were never the exception to the two.
'No.'
Balok laughed.
Grasping his fist, he pulls up his whole body.
I can't believe it.
'I've already overcome two.'
The likelihood is not zero.
The Grand Duke is not invincible.
They were defeated.
No matter how tall your nostrils are, you can hold the foam arrogantly.
'The Demon King has won.'
Rain beat them.
Of course, there was no defeat. No, rather, there were countless defeats.
Many men have died. Among them were many men whom the Demon King really cherished.
All of you, moron.
Dead.
Balok...
I remembered the past. It was a long time ago with the rains.
Like yourself when you first met him, it was raining with the same eyes as a dead body.
Now, I'm tired.
The words he spit out as he sat on countless corpses.
I remember that time.
There was untold despair, frustration, failure and grief.
But it is.
Nevertheless.
Flip an enormous power car, even when the worst and worst overlap.
He stood up. He went forward. And, I won.
'If so.'
I will be able to overcome myself.
No, we must not overcome it from the position of serving the Demon King.
It should not be made impossible.
If you can't, you can't serve him. I can't stand by and walk.
I can't relieve his shoulders.
Don't get too close, I don't need your help.
Perhaps if he saw himself now, he would say so.
Why didn't you ask for help?
In fact, it is simple to ask for help. There is a communication device that I told you to use when it rains in an emergency.
If you call him, he will arrive here in the blink of an eye.
And then.
'I'll try to carry it by myself again.'
He will walk alone carrying everything.
I will climb to the heights.
Like always.
Over the last thousand years, as we have repeated countless times.
Forward. Forward.
[Tired.]
[What?]
[I'm tired of not being able to protect my master.]
Balok laughed.
T'D'Argh!!
I was smashed, and the sound of tearing rang.
It is not Vallock's limbs that have been ripped off.
[What...?]
The hand of the Nazarene, which was split into eight pieces, began to crack.
Kwung!
Baloch's body came down to the floor.
Black Magi covered his whole body.
A black armor that envelops the whole body as it evokes the Knights of the West.
The wings of the bat sprung up behind his back.
Balok's eyes opened.
The eyes that look beyond the helm on the full plate are yellow.
Horizontally torn black pupils.
His master, the pupil of a mountain goat like rain.
[Now.]
It reminded me of the rain and the drink.
Then a smile was drawn on the edge of his mouth.
He seemed happy.
It was a smile I couldn't see in hell.
'Already.'
I failed once.
I failed to protect my master.
There won't be two.
[I'll keep it.]
I love my king.
Belfegor across the 'natae' raised his body.A dimension different from that of sitting down, a suffocating magi emanated from his body.Balok's expression hardened.'It's a real start.'With a burning fist, he poses in a dark red flame.I've been able to deal with Belfegor all along.The story was different if he decided to step up to power.Now, let's see if you're strong enough to say that.Belfegor slowly raises his hand.An intangible blade was made.The numbers themselves are different than before.Over a thousand blades.Through the course of time, the Dtte poured its blade like rain.Aah! Aah!The earth touched by the sword has been ripped out.It is bizarre that the earth is torn apart because of the twisting of time, but it is not the same if you think about it a little bit.The Earth cycles. It moves without rest.The part that touches the 'stopping power' causes a distortion because its movement slows down without a single movement.In other words:'If that sword touches my body.'No matter how much you have a Barding, you can't avoid fatal wounds.I sprinkled Magi.I closed my eyes.I avoided the blade as I felt the flow of Magi change.Kwajik!Argh.But no matter how much you know, it's possible to avoid thousands of blades.The skin that touched the intangible sword was twisted.Die, Balok.Belfegor stretched out his arms.Through time, the power of power spread like a tent.Quuuuuuuuuuuu!The earth is turned upside down. The land swept away by the landslide creates a huge shock.Balok bites his lips, avoiding the spilling blade.'It's the Duke, too.'I have seen countless powerful demons so far, but I was different from them.Valoc snapped his foot.If you stop the movement for just one second, you will be completely swallowed up by the power of the stop.The end of the moment.My whole body dries up against time and explodes and dies.Valoc continued to move and examined Belfegor.'There is a way.'The power of suspension is never the enemy.There are also many limitations, as are forces with fraudulent power.It cannot be used outside of the field of view.'Slow.'It's the deadliest problem.If it moves a little faster, it is not difficult to avoid the power of the stop itself.Making thousands of intangible swords and pouring them out is also to mask the drawback of that slowness.Kung! Kuku Gu Bow!!The land that touched the intangible sword exploded over hundreds of meters.Valoc avoids the attack by moving his body without rest.And then.'Now!'Belfegor saw a gap.He cannot move while using the power of stop.A great chance to fight back.Kwung!Lower your body and kick your feet like a bounce. An intangible blade grabs the body.The skin opens and the muscles are torn. Ignores the attack and clenches his fist.Magi clumps together and covers his fist.As if wearing a Gauntlet, a Armor of Black Magi was made.'Perfect timing.'The attack had to be successful.The body of Balok, who crossed the speed of sound, was shot at Belfegor like a cannon.I swing my fist covered in barn. Targeting is Belfegor's head.I felt a fist touching the power that was protecting Belfegor's body.The force did not enter the arm momentarily.'From here.'Balok sharpened his eyes.This is the moment that touched the power of the stop.Explodes the barber covering the fist.Black Magi spreads in circles, blocking Belfegor's vision.The range of stopping power is the range within which Belfegor's field of view touches. Blocking sight by exploding Magi at the moment it touches power can make the attack a success.Woodstock!That's it!I had a sensation in my fist.Balok's eyes glowed.But it is.Aha, you used that trick.Belfegor spills a bitter smile.A white armor covered his whole body.It's like a spider spreading out his folded legs. Just like a predator opens his mouth.The armor opened everywhere and wrapped Balok's arms around him.And then.Wooddhob!!Argh!!The arm grabbed and pulled out.Black blood gushed out like a fountain on a cross section of an arm ripped from an elbow.Belfegor calmly crossed his arms, kicking his tongue.Tear him to death.I ordered someone.I soon knew who the target was.Cards! Cards!The white armor that covered his body changed its shape.Eight arms were made. It looks like you're looking at the hand of a skeleton.His hands grasped Baloch's body and pulled him around.Khhhhhh!!A scream burst from Baloch's mouth, filled with pain.Khhhhhhhh. The barn that protects his body has a crack.Hell's sake, Nate.The function of that transcendent armor was simpler than I thought.It does not call for overwhelming destruction, nor does it have any special function.The ability of 'Nahtae' to do what the owner wants instead of doing what is possible.If you don't want to move with two feet, move yourself with a wheeled chair. If you want to protect yourself with armor, if you want to kill your enemies, move yourself with a weapon.The owner doesn't have to do anything while 'Nate' is moving.Grunts!!Eight arms pulling him from all sides. Horrible pressure pulled him.Simple, but not weak.Nate was a hellfire that could perfectly compensate Belfegor's disadvantage of not being able to move while using the 'power of stop', and at the same time, a helmet with such a formidable power that even Valoc could be shot and pressed.Whoo-hoo! Woody!Bones are broken. Skin is torn and black blood is shed.The two eyes of Baloch were filled with blood and the muscles of the whole body seemed to burst.But I couldn't escape the power of the Nazarene.Belfegor smiles bitterly.Hmph. That's all I heard.* * *.He shook his head with his tongue kicked.Do you really think you can beat the Grand Duke?What a ridiculous idea.He even absorbed the 'source of evil' and became more powerful than in the past.His authority, not the devil, could not deal with him.Belfegor glances at Balok more than once, as if pathetic.Oh, I think it would be more effective to use you instead of Kim Si-hoon.Effective?I call the Demon King 'there'.Belfegor laughed when he laughed.Balok smiled.I don't know what I'm planning, but it's meaningless.To him, that kind of hostage-taking would work.It doesn't work. Have you forgotten, Balok? Why did the Demon King wage a thousand years of war?.Kihi. He's a lunatic. He's got his men covered in dirt. Ah, the crazy one. Is that because? Either way, if you're a hostage, the Demon King can't move.Belfegor smiles.If Baloch is taken hostage, the chances of success of the 'plan' increase considerably.You can kill the Demon King, the monster.Then... let's pull out the limbs before taking them to the Demon King's presence.Woodpeck!!Argh!!! Argh!!Hahahaha!! Once again, I can see the master die before my eyes!A scream came out of Baloch's mouth.The hand of a Nazi who pulls his arms and legs from all sides.If that's how it is.Balok bites his lips in terrible pain.'Probably.'His eyes sank deeply.I imagined a battle with Belfegor. Creepy horrors spread through my back.'You'll lose.'There is no doubt.The Grand Duke is different from a normal demon.No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try.It was impossible for a normal demon to win the Grand Duke.'I do.'If it had been easy, it would never have made sense to change the 'Grand Duke's Left' since the birth of Old Hell.The Grand Duke is born as Grand Duke from birth.He is absolute and is born the ruler.There are only two things that have shattered that framework so far.'Baal and Demon.'The demons who destroyed the framework in the history of Old Heaven and Hell were never the exception to the two.'No.'Balok laughed.Grasping his fist, he pulls up his whole body.I can't believe it.'I've already overcome two.'The likelihood is not zero.The Grand Duke is not invincible.They were defeated.No matter how tall your nostrils are, you can hold the foam arrogantly.'The Demon King has won.'Rain beat them.Of course, there was no defeat. No, rather, there were countless defeats.Many men have died. Among them were many men whom the Demon King really cherished.All of you, moron.Dead.Balok...I remembered the past. It was a long time ago with the rains.Like yourself when you first met him, it was raining with the same eyes as a dead body.Now, I'm tired.The words he spit out as he sat on countless corpses.I remember that time.There was untold despair, frustration, failure and grief.But it is.Nevertheless.Flip an enormous power car, even when the worst and worst overlap.He stood up. He went forward. And, I won.'If so.'I will be able to overcome myself.No, we must not overcome it from the position of serving the Demon King.It should not be made impossible.If you can't, you can't serve him. I can't stand by and walk.I can't relieve his shoulders.Don't get too close, I don't need your help.Perhaps if he saw himself now, he would say so.Why didn't you ask for help?In fact, it is simple to ask for help. There is a communication device that I told you to use when it rains in an emergency.If you call him, he will arrive here in the blink of an eye.And then.'I'll try to carry it by myself again.'He will walk alone carrying everything.I will climb to the heights.Like always.Over the last thousand years, as we have repeated countless times.Forward. Forward.Tired.What?I'm tired of not being able to protect my master.Balok laughed.T'D'Argh!!I was smashed, and the sound of tearing rang.It is not Vallock's limbs that have been ripped off.What...?The hand of the Nazarene, which was split into eight pieces, began to crack.Kwung!Baloch's body came down to the floor.Black Magi covered his whole body.A black armor that envelops the whole body as it evokes the Knights of the West.The wings of the bat sprung up behind his back.Balok's eyes opened.The eyes that look beyond the helm on the full plate are yellow.Horizontally torn black pupils.His master, the pupil of a mountain goat like rain.Now.It reminded me of the rain and the drink.Then a smile was drawn on the edge of his mouth.He seemed happy.It was a smile I couldn't see in hell.'Already.'I failed once.I failed to protect my master.There won't be two.I'll keep it.I love my king.
