Player Who Returned 10,000 Years Later - Chapter 245

Chapter 245: You don't even know me after going through that? (2)




Huge cavity.

It was a place made of clear ice.

'This place.'

Raise your head.

Explore the surroundings.

Even though it was a pupil with invisible darkness, the demon's eyes were able to gain some field of view in the darkness.

The rain shifted one step around his head.

My legs were twisted by a heterogeneous sensation.

Something went wrong when I moved my foot to a familiar sidewalk.

"What is it?"

Only then did I see the blue message window in the corner of my vision.

His expression was roughly distorted.

A message that the 'Holy Spirit' has forcibly intervened in the system.

And then.

"Level 1…."

It's not just level down.

Rain opened the window with a stiff expression.

[Status Window]

Player Name: Autumn Rain Level: 1

[1st Awakening] 1st Awakening Characteristics: Power of predation (Rank:???)

Power: 1

Agility: 1

HP: 1

Magic Power: 1

Sexuality: 1

Margie: 1

Intelligence: 1

Wisdom: 1

"Oh, fuck."

Naturally, a rough curse came out.

'What the hell is this again?'

All stets were forcibly lowered to 1.

A feeling of helplessness that pushes through your whole body.

Despite having the demon's body, even though Steed was only one, the basic physical specs were superior to humans, but they were there anyway.

I was a little weaker than the average person.

'This... is the power of divinity?'

I heard that divinity is the power to intervene in the providence of the universe, the system.

But no matter how much it was, it went beyond the boundaries.

"It wasn't until the first time I came to Earth. '

Not all the steats went down to 1 just then.

"... what's going on here."

Even though the Guyanese system, which protects the world from overhatching, could not seal his power, all this ridiculous power is sealed?

"That doesn't make any sense. '

It is the darkness of the beginning, and this is not a possible disgrace.

I was confused in my head.

A sense of misalignment between the front and back of the puzzle.

Steelbuck, steelbuck.

I heard footsteps in the ear of the rain that was in chaos.

It sounds like you just walked out of the water.

The rain turned low, bowing.

I saw something walking in the dark.

"……."

My mouth was firmly shut.

Hair cut in half. A flowing brine. Black blood spills through your body.

A horrible undead that Balzahark made.

"Ah, aah."

Hands falling with rotten pus face the rain.

It's like...

Like you're trying to hug him.

"Ha."

Laughter flowed out.

It's not like an undead.

It can't be undead.

The body of the demon approaching him is long gone without a trace.

"Don't, Demon King,"

"……."

A voice calling him lamentably. The horrible demon of the molars, whose head is split in half, approaches the rain.

I know the demon's name.

"Pymon."

Once, a demon who was his minion.

I remember being timid like a demon. Valoc used to crunch a lot.

If you knock Baloch on his angry, grassy shoulder a few times, it reminds me of Bassy laughing.

'Even if the devil laughs like that, he's not cute.'

Pymon.

I remembered him.

'Stupid bastard.'

Before he was besieged by Satan's army, he rushed to the enemy with a bomb to buy time day by day.

And he died.

He was so timid.

Every day, there was a moron who had been restrained by Balok.

Run first!

"Ha…."

Hehe. You must win.

"Fuck."

Steelbuck, steelbuck.

I turned my head.

There was not a single sound coming this way.

I heard footsteps all over the place.

"Agarès,"

Funny son of a bitch who never changed his face.

He was burned to death by Mamon.

"Verdin, Kelzas."

They were so loud.

Asmodeus was captured and brainwashed.

I remember killing them myself with my own hands.

"Don't, Wangnim."

"Ah, ah."

A sighing voice.

They were walking in tears and shattered blood.

A cheap class B zombie movie scene.

"... That's how it happened."

A sigh came out.

Level and Steat become 1.

The reason why a system that protects a world can do things that cannot be done while being divine.

Why all power seemed 'sealed'.

'This place.'

It is not a reality.

Reality and illusion. Somewhere in between.

The right place to call it a nightmare.

'So at first it came out that you had entered the world of nightmares.'

The sense that the puzzle was mismatched.

Rain raised his hand. He operated the power of the blade.

"Shh."

Power is not expressed.

Situated in his heart, the Mansion remained silent.

'No.'

I shook my head.

I can't feel the war at all.

A human soul called Augang Woo. It's the only sensation that escapes and is trapped in a nightmare.

Now he had nothing but the power of predation that he had originally possessed, and a single bite on the Stadt.

The rain takes a sigh and bites his fingers.

Ugh. I felt the pain.

'The pain feels exactly the same.'

If yes.

The rains opened their eyes thin.

'If you die in a nightmare, you are really likely to die.'

It's annoying.

"Haah."

The rain took a deep sigh.

Even at that moment, the demons, who were his servants in the past, were slowly approaching him.

Look at that face one by one.

In memory of our time together, I recalled the war that followed for a thousand years.

Balok...

The mountain of corpses.

I saw myself hesitating and sighing.

Now, I'm tired.

"Damn it."

My face became burning.

I shake my head in memory of the past.

'I'm crazy.'

How shameful this memory is. It's black history if you can't kick a blanket and tear it open.

"Oh, Shiva, I'm embarrassed."

The one who said excitedly not to sell emotions sold all kinds of emotions in sets.

There is no such thing as black history.

'What did Balok say then?'

I remember Ograd blowing up the lines to fit the situation.

Jerbuck. Jerbuck.

At the edge of his ear, recalling his memory, I heard heavy footsteps.

The rain turns its head and stares beyond the darkness.

I saw a demon walking around in a red demon mask, wrapped in darkness like a tent.

[How does it feel to be reunited with dead men?]

The sound of laughter flows from the Red Devil Mask.

Rain filled the Devil's mouth with a bold voice.

"Satan."

[It's been a long time since you two talked like this, Demon King.]

Satan gazes at the rain with eagle-eyed eyes.

[I really appreciated the crazy things you did. Thanks to you, all the plans were twisted.]

A voice filled with fierce anger.

[I don't know how I've been living with the wall of alternate dimensions... but that's all there is.]

Satan raised his hand. The sword of darkness reveals itself.

Rain quietly asked.

"Where is this place?"

[Where the first darkness lies.]

"How do you know when you say that, you little prick?"

[…….]

Satan's body trembled.

He breathed a few deep breaths and slowly spoke.

[Source of Devil... This is where Bauli's body was buried after drinking.]

Bauli who drank it.

The word "mashin" naturally reminded me of a huge eyeball that was 1 km in diameter.

"Is he the same? '

An unknown existence located in the Abyss of Almighty War.

I still don't know if he's that Paulie.

It got complicated in my head, but I folded my mind within a few minutes.

'Later.'

Now is not the time to think.

It's urgent to take care of things in front of your eyes right away.

Rain looks down at the dead crawling this way and asks.

"I don't think that's the kind of space that exists in reality."

[It's a mix of reality and imagination.]

Satan laughed.

[If you die here, your soul will be extinguished.]

Roughly what I was expecting.

The rain quietly nodded.

Satan frowned.

[Quite bold.]

This is incomprehensible.

[Now you have no infinite magic, dozens, hundreds of powers, no blessings on the system of players.]

A human soul called Augang Woo.

Only that soul escaped and was trapped in this unknown space.

All that's left of him is the power of empty shell predation and the dust of a single steed.

[Did you accept defeat?]

Wins and losses have already been split.

The moment you step into this space, the physical force is meaningless.

Satan naturally learned how to handle power in the state of the soul after the body was eaten by the Demon King.

Over the last millennia, it has absorbed the source of evil and learned how to use its power in this mixed reality and imagination.

But the Demon King is different.

The source of his power is infinite magic. Decades, hundreds of powers.

Now that he had only a soul left, he had a weak and insignificant power that no mere human being could handle.

"……."

Rain did not answer.

Satan laughed.

[Well, good.]

Slowly move your steps. I didn't mean to kill him gently.

[I got so much from you.]

It was like a nightmare.

From the name of the Grand Duke to the desperate defeat.

He seems to have eaten his body and barely escaped his soul.

[Even on Earth....]

Satan grabs the back of his neck in fierce anger.

In all sorts of incitement and forgery he had to suffer.

It was time to achieve that sweet revenge.

There was only one thing that reminded me of being hit by a burning vengeance.

[Tear your men to death.]

Exactly.

I bounced my finger with a deep smile.

"Ugh."

Pymon is approaching.

Agarès and Verdin and Kelzas grabbed the edge of his garment.

Pymon held him in his arms, where his pus dropped.

Tears were flowing in the remaining half of the eyes.

"Ugh. Don't worry, King. Oh, sell it."

"……."

"Too, it hurts, yo."

"……."

I kept my mouth firmly shut.

This is not Pymon. It's just a doll that imitates Pymon, a nightmare that has been made everywhere.

A cheap play to squeeze grief by force.

"Sal, Ri, Ju, yo."

There can be no emotional agitation from knowing it is fake.

"Ah, ah. Demon King."

It's over.

I squeezed tears and made a piece of black history.

Now, there's no way you can be impressed by these visions.

"It hurts, it hurts."

"My body, it's riding."

"Hot, hot."

The hand of the dead grabbed him.

The stench emanating from the rotten pus stimulated the nose.

"……."

Neither angry nor sad.

It wouldn't be different if they were the bodies of real subordinates, not imaginary ones.

I waged a war.

Whatever the reason, I fought against all the Grand Dukes.

Isn't it rather strange that no one dies?

It is only natural for someone to die in a war where they were so miserable, miserable, and desperately dead.

I have killed countless demons by myself.

I am not without emotion that I am a demon.

They must have been precious to someone.

"Demon King. Oh, it hurts. It hurts."

So, it's okay.

Now, I'm tired.

Again, I recall the memories of the past.

The memory of the black history that collapsed, squeezing like an asshole. Cheap emotional arm.

A common cliche that is almost everywhere. A childish episode with dented hands and feet.

But it is.

"Ah, ah."

Dead man who grabbed his body.

Living a good life emanated from their eyes.

"You, you, you."

"Yes, they killed us."

"I wish it wasn't just you."

Hateful eyes.

I heard a voice devoted to evil in my ears.

Pymon grabbed his shoulder. Sharp nails pierced the flesh.

"Die, die!"

Agarès squeezes his legs and adds strength to his hands. The flesh of the thighs was ripped out.

"It's all because of you!"

"Even if you did, you would have waged war, but you didn't!"

The voice of the dead getting angry.

Verdin and Kelzas each pulled their arms.

Woodpeck. Both arms were broken at a deformed angle.

"……."

Rain looks at the men who tear themselves apart with a grave look.

Najib opened his mouth.

"I remembered."

At that time, I remembered what Balok had said.

Do you remember when you first met me?

Whatever's in front of you, the Devil said it was one thing to do.

Evil comes with greater malice.

In flesh, it leads to greater flesh.

Swallowing everything in the world forward, forward.

"Val X, you're more aggressive than I thought."

When I return, I will tear you apart from the back of Balak.

Quoc.

I open my mouth. I chew the thirst of the attached Pymon with all my might.

Woodpeck. I swallowed the flesh with rotten pus.

Steat 1.

It was dusty, but it caused a horsepower.

'The power of predation.'

Oops. I changed the fiction of Pymon's flesh that came into my body, precisely the 'Source of the Devil'.

String.

[Margie Stet has risen to 27.]

[You have predated 'The Source of the Devil'.]

[The second condition of the last stage of drinking has been fulfilled.]

A loud message.

Margie, who was dusty, began to explode.

[Hmm?]

Satan frowned.

Rather than being eaten by the dead, we saw rainfall eating the dead.

[What are you doing...?]

Wood. Wood.

"Don't, Demon King,"

"Yes, save me."

The flesh of the dead was devoured at a rapid rate.

[Margie Stet has risen to 48.]

Black liquid flowed out of the rainy body.

[Margie Stet has risen to 87.]

Black mucus with innumerable teeth.

[Margie Stet has risen to 129.]

Pymon, Agarès, Verdin and Kelzas' bodies were swallowed by sharp teeth.

[Crazy....]

Satan's eyes opened.

The image of the Demon King devouring the imagination created by 'The Source of the Devil'.

[What the hell, how.]

There is nothing for the Demon King now.

All that's left is one dusty maggie.

Even though you have the power of predation, you can't eat the 'Source of the Devil' with only one Magi.

The correlation between predation power and magi.

A simple analogy is the size of the mouth.

The more maggots you have, the more hard you can eat.

But now the Magi of the Demon is only 1.

By the way.

You can eat "The Source of the Devil", not anything else?

What's the difference between chewing a lump of gold and swallowing it with the rest of your mouth?

"I just learned how to rob a kid, and I didn't eat anything."

My tongue is full.

The body that was torn apart began to recover at a rapid rate.

[No way, you bastard!]

"No, the ducks are all masters of Awakening Flags. If I fight you, the dead bastard will wake up and wake up, you pathetic bastards."

What are you doing, looking back and saying, "Crazy?! 'What the hell,' how? 'What the fuck?

At this point, I'm sorry, but I shouldn't wake you up.

'Well, it's not awakening.'

Neither is Kim Shi Hoon, nor is he awakening in a crisis situation.

This is an obvious satanic practice.

It would be a natural consequence of complacency.

"You don't even know me through that?"

Trampled the corpse of a subordinate, raising the body.

The whitefish turned black. Like that of a reptile, a yellow-eyed pupil.

A black pupil appeared across the pupil.

"I wish you wanted to kill me."

I twisted my mouth and laughed.

"You should have made it zero."

[Margie Stet has reached 150]