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: Beyond the long years (2)
"Sir. The time has come."
The spire of Sakkaman Castle at sunset.
A knight wearing black armor like a castle said to his master who was looking at the sunset.
The owner rose from his seat, rubbing his hand as if savoring the touch of the robe.
Roughly grown black hair swayed along the nape of his neck.
is it.
"All that is left is me. I will support you until the very end."
The knight, blowing black smoke through the seams of his armor, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.
The owner did not answer.
The sky, which had been burning red, turned purple in an instant, and it quickly became dark at night.
Time is running out.
"Trica."
The master called the knight's name.
"Say it."
"Your final task is ."
The owner's purple eyes turned his head and said with a smile.
" go."
No voice was heard.
However, the black mana that started from the outstretched arm swallowed up Trika in an instant.
"Lord!"
He cried out to his master with a desperate voice, but the darkness drowned his consciousness to the bottom of the abyss.
When he woke up, Trika was standing alone under the bright red sky, different from the sunset.
* * *
Trika woke up from her thoughts.
Last memories with him.
From that time, when he was the owner of his whole life, until now, his thoughts were still there.
Diablo Volfir.
A mighty warlock who would not have been able to do anything if even the 12 gods had not united.
Trika was the first undead created by his hands.
But what is this slender human being held in his hands now?
'Why do you know my name?'
It was impossible.
From the moment he fell into the Demon Realm at the hands of his master, Diablo Volfir, he never brought out his true name.
Therefore, there should be no one who knew the name of 'Trika' except for the 12 gods in this world. Even those 12 gods must have completely forgotten their existence by now.
However, by human standards, a small human with no blood on his head knows his true name.
Trika unknowingly relaxed the hand that was holding her neck.
"Cool, cool, cool!"
Jamie rubbed her neck and coughed harshly.
He held it so tightly that he could even feel the oxygen being supplied to his brain.
Jamie looked up at Trika with red eyes.
" Is it a tri-car?"
"How do you know my name?"
Trika remained as calm as possible.
I wanted to split his head and read his thoughts right away, but the other person is the one who handles the master's 'black magic'.
I don't know how far you can handle it, but you probably know hundreds of ways to counter mental attacks.
I don't know if it's in the realm of the demon realm, but if you use your powers in the middle realm, the 12 gods will intervene in any space like this.
That way the whole thing gets messed up.
'No, it's already twisted.'
From the moment the human kid with emerald hair mentioned his true name, no, from the moment he dealt with the master's black mana, everything was twisted.
"Answer me. How do you know my name?"
Jamie looked into Trika's eyes. His eyes were the same as before.
It was natural.
The undead did not age no matter how long time passed, so there was no way to change it. But it wasn't corrosive.
More than 60,000 years passed, and the black mana supplied was cut off.
The original powerful undead must have lived for a long time with the remaining black mana, but it was impossible to survive until now.
" Trika."
"Don't call me rude! Who are you!"
Trika couldn't kill her emotions.
He couldn't allow that strange voice to call out his long-forgotten true name.
The only ones who could call his true name were his master, Diablo Volfir, and the limbs he had created.
I don't know how I know, but I can't tolerate being called by such an insignificant human being.
Trika couldn't control her emotions and grabbed Jamie's neck again.
"ね!"
"Tell me. Why are you dealing with that power? And where did you hear my true name! If you don't tell me, I'll rip through that brain myself and make you confess!
" It's me.
" ."
"It's me, Trika. Diablo Volfir. your master That is me."
Trika was momentarily speechless.
What is this little man talking about now?
His master, Diablo Volfir, is already dead. He challenged the 12 gods alone in a long past that could not be counted, but in the end he could not overcome that wall and died.
How much did you rebuke yourself for not being there? Every day was a pit of hell.
It was after an uncountable amount of time had passed that he even heard the news that his master had died.
" Is it the succession of the master's maintenance? So, are you pretending to be a master?"
"Trica. I am Diablo."
impossible! Don't try to deceive me! The master, my master, to the 12 gods... !"
"I got hit. I challenged them all by myself, leaving you all behind, and I ended up being trapped in the seal of aeons. And for some reason, I was reincarnated in this body."
"Everyone says that ."
"Do you remember Ranfert Hill?"
Trika's cloudy pupils shook.
With a puzzled look on Jamie's neck, he took a few steps back.
Lanfert Hill. I can't remember that place.
It was confusing.
How did this person know about Ranfert Hill?
'Even if it was maintained by the master, it would be impossible to know that far.'
It was not an important place to be remembered.
A place that Diablo Volfir passed through for a while, but to Trika, it was an infinitely precious memory.
-me make me undead
-If that happens, will you be forcibly loyal to me?
- Whoops. That would be nice too... . Come on, my lord. Make me your faithful servant.
- He's fucking annoying.
-Why. Would you like to take an oath of knights on this Ranfert Hill?
-good. that miserable life. In my later years, I will collect it and put it to good use.
- Heh heh. thanks Thank you, my lord.
Lanfert Hill.
The place where Diablo Volfir, who received his request, made himself into an undead.
There was only one person in the world who remembered that place right now, and he was the only one.
"Uh, how do you know that?"
"Trica."
"It is a place only me and the master know! But in this world where the master is dead, it is the only place I can remember!"
"Accept it, Trika. I am Diablo Volfir."
At those words, Trika fell to her knees.
There was no strength in my legs.
The power of the demon king's legs, who occupied a part of the demon realm, did not enter. It's like a funny joke that doesn't even come out of laughter.
However, this dire situation was no joke at all.
"You know that the more you deny, the more it doesn't make sense."
" 'Cause it's impossible So it's even more negative. But as you said, the more you deny it... ."
Everything was proving that this little human, who seemed to die with just a slight touch, was the real Diablo Volfir.
How should I accept it?
Suddenly, for a long time, I remembered the days of wandering around the demon realm.
* * *
The first hundred years were a time of anguish.
Why did the master send himself to such a place?
Was it helpful? Is it useless? Then, why didn't you recover a handful of black mana contained in this body?
The next thousand years erased reason by itself.
ran like a monster. He slaughtered all the demons he saw and coveted its power. I can't remember this period.
When he woke up, Trika had become the Count of the Demon Realm.
Normally, all the black mana was consumed and it had to be destroyed, but for some reason, Magi fit well with his body.
He was able to maintain his body by replacing the absorbed magic with black mana.
Ten thousand years after that, he began to develop his strength in earnest.
I don't know why, but it seemed like it had to be.
They waged a war with the nobles of the demon realm and absorbed their power and power.
About 10,000 years passed, he heard the news of the master from his subordinates who had been sent to Middle-earth.
In fact, I hadn't really heard the news from the master.
It was just the news that the 12 gods were "deleting" the records of Middle-earth.
At that time, Trika instinctively knew what to do.
'I must take revenge on my master.'
12 You must 'swear' on behalf of your master, who would have been persecuted and despised by the gods.
Since then, he has referred to himself as the 'Demon King of lust'.
All demons in the Demon Realm, except for his own subordinates, laughed at him. In particular, the 5th demon king, who divided the demon realm into five equal parts, looked down on him.
But when tens of thousands of years passed, the situation was different.
The 5th Great Demon King was alive and well, but the Demon Lords under them did not.
Trika killed and absorbed them all.
Eventually, Trika acquired such strength and power that it was difficult for even the 5th Great Demon Lord to touch it.
The 5th Demon King also respected him as a Demon King from then on. However, in the first place, he did not develop his strength to gain the recognition of the 5th Demon Lord.
'Twelve gods! You must insult those hateful things.'
The nickname "Seolyeok", which was first coined, became the identity of Trika and the essence of its power.
However, the 12 gods did not easily show a gap.
I looked at their movements for thousands of years at the shortest and over 10,000 years at the longest. He constantly sent ganja to Middle-earth to see what was going on.
They started preaching a new civilization.
After erasing all previous history, a new sand castle was built in the empty world.
There, the traces of the master and his companions ceased to exist. Only the 12 gods, who became more solid, reigned as the perfect rulers of Middle-earth.
It was a desperate day.
I thought I couldn't take a bath, so I lived like a bad person.
Then, a few months ago, an opportunity arose. A dispute arose between the 12 gods.
I didn't miss that gap. He somehow searched for a way to descend to Middle-earth, and touched the greed of humans.
'A disgusting human being who betrayed the master and clings to the 12 gods and lives with atrocities!'
The human race he respected disappeared more than 60,000 years ago.
Today's human beings are just dolls made for them by the 12 gods!
They were as hateful as the 12 gods.
So there was nothing to fuss about. He made humans his slaves through powerful drugs.
Slaves faithfully began the work of making other humans rich.
With just a little bit more, you can avoid the eyes of the 12 gods and go down to Middle-earth. They can destroy their homes and humiliate their master's death.
In fact, things went smoothly.
A faithful servant, Beiros, the Count of Demon Realm, succeeded in descending from Middle-earth.
The process was not satisfactory, but as long as the result was good, it didn't matter. It was the moment when revenge and lust came into sight.
Master, a power that should have been forgotten in the world appeared before his eyes.
And now, a human claiming to be Diablo Volfir appeared.
'A man who claims to be a master Is this man really the master?'
He denied, denied, but the more he did, the more all the circumstances prove he was wrong.
"I'm sorry, Trika."
" Are you really your lord?"
I'm sorry. I'm back too late.
over a long period of time.
Two people who were deeply connected by a master-slave relationship met.
They just looked at each other without saying a word, as if they were unraveling a long time ago.
- Continued on next episode -
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: Beyond the long years (2)
"Sir. The time has come."
The spire of Sakkaman Castle at sunset.
A knight wearing black armor like a castle said to his master who was looking at the sunset.
The owner rose from his seat, rubbing his hand as if savoring the touch of the robe.
Roughly grown black hair swayed along the nape of his neck.
is it.
"All that is left is me. I will support you until the very end."
The knight, blowing black smoke through the seams of his armor, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.
The owner did not answer.
The sky, which had been burning red, turned purple in an instant, and it quickly became dark at night.
Time is running out.
"Trica."
The master called the knight's name.
"Say it."
"Your final task is ."
The owner's purple eyes turned his head and said with a smile.
" go."
No voice was heard.
However, the black mana that started from the outstretched arm swallowed up Trika in an instant.
"Lord!"
He cried out to his master with a desperate voice, but the darkness drowned his consciousness to the bottom of the abyss.
When he woke up, Trika was standing alone under the bright red sky, different from the sunset.
* * *
Trika woke up from her thoughts.
Last memories with him.
From that time, when he was the owner of his whole life, until now, his thoughts were still there.
Diablo Volfir.
A mighty warlock who would not have been able to do anything if even the 12 gods had not united.
Trika was the first undead created by his hands.
But what is this slender human being held in his hands now?
'Why do you know my name?'
It was impossible.
From the moment he fell into the Demon Realm at the hands of his master, Diablo Volfir, he never brought out his true name.
Therefore, there should be no one who knew the name of 'Trika' except for the 12 gods in this world. Even those 12 gods must have completely forgotten their existence by now.
However, by human standards, a small human with no blood on his head knows his true name.
Trika unknowingly relaxed the hand that was holding her neck.
"Cool, cool, cool!"
Jamie rubbed her neck and coughed harshly.
He held it so tightly that he could even feel the oxygen being supplied to his brain.
Jamie looked up at Trika with red eyes.
" Is it a tri-car?"
"How do you know my name?"
Trika remained as calm as possible.
I wanted to split his head and read his thoughts right away, but the other person is the one who handles the master's 'black magic'.
I don't know how far you can handle it, but you probably know hundreds of ways to counter mental attacks.
I don't know if it's in the realm of the demon realm, but if you use your powers in the middle realm, the 12 gods will intervene in any space like this.
That way the whole thing gets messed up.
'No, it's already twisted.'
From the moment the human kid with emerald hair mentioned his true name, no, from the moment he dealt with the master's black mana, everything was twisted.
"Answer me. How do you know my name?"
Jamie looked into Trika's eyes. His eyes were the same as before.
It was natural.
The undead did not age no matter how long time passed, so there was no way to change it. But it wasn't corrosive.
More than 60,000 years passed, and the black mana supplied was cut off.
The original powerful undead must have lived for a long time with the remaining black mana, but it was impossible to survive until now.
" Trika."
"Don't call me rude! Who are you!"
Trika couldn't kill her emotions.
He couldn't allow that strange voice to call out his long-forgotten true name.
The only ones who could call his true name were his master, Diablo Volfir, and the limbs he had created.
I don't know how I know, but I can't tolerate being called by such an insignificant human being.
Trika couldn't control her emotions and grabbed Jamie's neck again.
"ね!"
"Tell me. Why are you dealing with that power? And where did you hear my true name! If you don't tell me, I'll rip through that brain myself and make you confess!
" It's me.
" ."
"It's me, Trika. Diablo Volfir. your master That is me."
Trika was momentarily speechless.
What is this little man talking about now?
His master, Diablo Volfir, is already dead. He challenged the 12 gods alone in a long past that could not be counted, but in the end he could not overcome that wall and died.
How much did you rebuke yourself for not being there? Every day was a pit of hell.
It was after an uncountable amount of time had passed that he even heard the news that his master had died.
" Is it the succession of the master's maintenance? So, are you pretending to be a master?"
"Trica. I am Diablo."
impossible! Don't try to deceive me! The master, my master, to the 12 gods... !"
"I got hit. I challenged them all by myself, leaving you all behind, and I ended up being trapped in the seal of aeons. And for some reason, I was reincarnated in this body."
"Everyone says that ."
"Do you remember Ranfert Hill?"
Trika's cloudy pupils shook.
With a puzzled look on Jamie's neck, he took a few steps back.
Lanfert Hill. I can't remember that place.
It was confusing.
How did this person know about Ranfert Hill?
'Even if it was maintained by the master, it would be impossible to know that far.'
It was not an important place to be remembered.
A place that Diablo Volfir passed through for a while, but to Trika, it was an infinitely precious memory.
-me make me undead
-If that happens, will you be forcibly loyal to me?
- Whoops. That would be nice too... . Come on, my lord. Make me your faithful servant.
- He's fucking annoying.
-Why. Would you like to take an oath of knights on this Ranfert Hill?
-good. that miserable life. In my later years, I will collect it and put it to good use.
- Heh heh. thanks Thank you, my lord.
Lanfert Hill.
The place where Diablo Volfir, who received his request, made himself into an undead.
There was only one person in the world who remembered that place right now, and he was the only one.
"Uh, how do you know that?"
"Trica."
"It is a place only me and the master know! But in this world where the master is dead, it is the only place I can remember!"
"Accept it, Trika. I am Diablo Volfir."
At those words, Trika fell to her knees.
There was no strength in my legs.
The power of the demon king's legs, who occupied a part of the demon realm, did not enter. It's like a funny joke that doesn't even come out of laughter.
However, this dire situation was no joke at all.
"You know that the more you deny, the more it doesn't make sense."
" 'Cause it's impossible So it's even more negative. But as you said, the more you deny it... ."
Everything was proving that this little human, who seemed to die with just a slight touch, was the real Diablo Volfir.
How should I accept it?
Suddenly, for a long time, I remembered the days of wandering around the demon realm.
* * *
The first hundred years were a time of anguish.
Why did the master send himself to such a place?
Was it helpful? Is it useless? Then, why didn't you recover a handful of black mana contained in this body?
The next thousand years erased reason by itself.
ran like a monster. He slaughtered all the demons he saw and coveted its power. I can't remember this period.
When he woke up, Trika had become the Count of the Demon Realm.
Normally, all the black mana was consumed and it had to be destroyed, but for some reason, Magi fit well with his body.
He was able to maintain his body by replacing the absorbed magic with black mana.
Ten thousand years after that, he began to develop his strength in earnest.
I don't know why, but it seemed like it had to be.
They waged a war with the nobles of the demon realm and absorbed their power and power.
About 10,000 years passed, he heard the news of the master from his subordinates who had been sent to Middle-earth.
In fact, I hadn't really heard the news from the master.
It was just the news that the 12 gods were "deleting" the records of Middle-earth.
At that time, Trika instinctively knew what to do.
'I must take revenge on my master.'
12 You must 'swear' on behalf of your master, who would have been persecuted and despised by the gods.
Since then, he has referred to himself as the 'Demon King of lust'.
All demons in the Demon Realm, except for his own subordinates, laughed at him. In particular, the 5th demon king, who divided the demon realm into five equal parts, looked down on him.
But when tens of thousands of years passed, the situation was different.
The 5th Great Demon King was alive and well, but the Demon Lords under them did not.
Trika killed and absorbed them all.
Eventually, Trika acquired such strength and power that it was difficult for even the 5th Great Demon Lord to touch it.
The 5th Demon King also respected him as a Demon King from then on. However, in the first place, he did not develop his strength to gain the recognition of the 5th Demon Lord.
'Twelve gods! You must insult those hateful things.'
The nickname "Seolyeok", which was first coined, became the identity of Trika and the essence of its power.
However, the 12 gods did not easily show a gap.
I looked at their movements for thousands of years at the shortest and over 10,000 years at the longest. He constantly sent ganja to Middle-earth to see what was going on.
They started preaching a new civilization.
After erasing all previous history, a new sand castle was built in the empty world.
There, the traces of the master and his companions ceased to exist. Only the 12 gods, who became more solid, reigned as the perfect rulers of Middle-earth.
It was a desperate day.
I thought I couldn't take a bath, so I lived like a bad person.
Then, a few months ago, an opportunity arose. A dispute arose between the 12 gods.
I didn't miss that gap. He somehow searched for a way to descend to Middle-earth, and touched the greed of humans.
'A disgusting human being who betrayed the master and clings to the 12 gods and lives with atrocities!'
The human race he respected disappeared more than 60,000 years ago.
Today's human beings are just dolls made for them by the 12 gods!
They were as hateful as the 12 gods.
So there was nothing to fuss about. He made humans his slaves through powerful drugs.
Slaves faithfully began the work of making other humans rich.
With just a little bit more, you can avoid the eyes of the 12 gods and go down to Middle-earth. They can destroy their homes and humiliate their master's death.
In fact, things went smoothly.
A faithful servant, Beiros, the Count of Demon Realm, succeeded in descending from Middle-earth.
The process was not satisfactory, but as long as the result was good, it didn't matter. It was the moment when revenge and lust came into sight.
Master, a power that should have been forgotten in the world appeared before his eyes.
And now, a human claiming to be Diablo Volfir appeared.
'A man who claims to be a master Is this man really the master?'
He denied, denied, but the more he did, the more all the circumstances prove he was wrong.
"I'm sorry, Trika."
" Are you really your lord?"
I'm sorry. I'm back too late.
over a long period of time.
Two people who were deeply connected by a master-slave relationship met.
They just looked at each other without saying a word, as if they were unraveling a long time ago.
- Continued on next episode -
: Beyond the long years 2 "Sir. The time has come." The spire of Sakkaman Castle at sunset. A knight wearing black armor like a castle said to his master who was looking at the sunset. The owner rose from his seat, rubbing his hand as if savoring the touch of the robe. Roughly grown black hair swayed along the nape of his neck. is it. "All that is left is me. I will support you until the very end." The knight, blowing black smoke through the seams of his armor, knelt down on one knee and lowered his head. The owner did not answer. The sky, which had been burning red, turned purple in an instant, and it quickly became dark at night. Time is running out. "Trica." The master called the knight's name. "Say it." "Your final task is ." The owner's purple eyes turned his head and said with a smile. " go." No voice was heard. However, the black mana that started from the outstretched arm swallowed up Trika in an instant. "Lord!" He cried out to his master with a desperate voice, but the darkness drowned his consciousness to the bottom of the abyss. When he woke up, Trika was standing alone under the bright red sky, different from the sunset. * * * Trika woke up from her thoughts. Last memories with him. From that time, when he was the owner of his whole life, until now, his thoughts were still there. Diablo Volfir. A mighty warlock who would not have been able to do anything if even the 12 gods had not united. Trika was the first undead created by his hands. But what is this slender human being held in his hands now? 'Why do you know my name?' It was impossible. From the moment he fell into the Demon Realm at the hands of his master, Diablo Volfir, he never brought out his true name. Therefore, there should be no one who knew the name of 'Trika' except for the 12 gods in this world. Even those 12 gods must have completely forgotten their existence by now. However, by human standards, a small human with no blood on his head knows his true name. Trika unknowingly relaxed the hand that was holding her neck. "Cool, cool, cool!" Jamie rubbed her neck and coughed harshly. He held it so tightly that he could even feel the oxygen being supplied to his brain. Jamie looked up at Trika with red eyes. " Is it a tri-car?" "How do you know my name?" Trika remained as calm as possible. I wanted to split his head and read his thoughts right away, but the other person is the one who handles the master's 'black magic'. I don't know how far you can handle it, but you probably know hundreds of ways to counter mental attacks. I don't know if it's in the realm of the demon realm, but if you use your powers in the middle realm, the 12 gods will intervene in any space like this. That way the whole thing gets messed up. 'No, it's already twisted.' From the moment the human kid with emerald hair mentioned his true name, no, from the moment he dealt with the master's black mana, everything was twisted. "Answer me. How do you know my name?" Jamie looked into Trika's eyes. His eyes were the same as before. It was natural. The undead did not age no matter how long time passed, so there was no way to change it. But it wasn't corrosive. More than 60,000 years passed, and the black mana supplied was cut off. The original powerful undead must have lived for a long time with the remaining black mana, but it was impossible to survive until now. " Trika." "Don't call me rude! Who are you!" Trika couldn't kill her emotions. He couldn't allow that strange voice to call out his long-forgotten true name. The only ones who could call his true name were his master, Diablo Volfir, and the limbs he had created. I don't know how I know, but I can't tolerate being called by such an insignificant human being. Trika couldn't control her emotions and grabbed Jamie's neck again. "!" "Tell me. Why are you dealing with that power? And where did you hear my true name! If you don't tell me, I'll rip through that brain myself and make you confess! " It's me. " ." "It's me, Trika. Diablo Volfir. your master That is me." Trika was momentarily speechless. What is this little man talking about now? His master, Diablo Volfir, is already dead. He challenged the 12 gods alone in a long past that could not be counted, but in the end he could not overcome that wall and died. How much did you rebuke yourself for not being there? Every day was a pit of hell. It was after an uncountable amount of time had passed that he even heard the news that his master had died. " Is it the succession of the master's maintenance? So, are you pretending to be a master?" "Trica. I am Diablo." impossible! Don't try to deceive me! The master, my master, to the 12 gods... !" "I got hit. I challenged them all by myself, leaving you all behind, and I ended up being trapped in the seal of aeons. And for some reason, I was reincarnated in this body." "Everyone says that ." "Do you remember Ranfert Hill?" Trika's cloudy pupils shook. With a puzzled look on Jamie's neck, he took a few steps back. Lanfert Hill. I can't remember that place. It was confusing. How did this person know about Ranfert Hill? 'Even if it was maintained by the master, it would be impossible to know that far.' It was not an important place to be remembered. A place that Diablo Volfir passed through for a while, but to Trika, it was an infinitely precious memory. -me make me undead -If that happens, will you be forcibly loyal to me? - Whoops. That would be nice too... . Come on, my lord. Make me your faithful servant. - He's fucking annoying. -Why. Would you like to take an oath of knights on this Ranfert Hill? -good. that miserable life. In my later years, I will collect it and put it to good use. - Heh heh. thanks Thank you, my lord. Lanfert Hill. The place where Diablo Volfir, who received his request, made himself into an undead. There was only one person in the world who remembered that place right now, and he was the only one. "Uh, how do you know that?" "Trica." "It is a place only me and the master know! But in this world where the master is dead, it is the only place I can remember!" "Accept it, Trika. I am Diablo Volfir." At those words, Trika fell to her knees. There was no strength in my legs. The power of the demon king's legs, who occupied a part of the demon realm, did not enter. It's like a funny joke that doesn't even come out of laughter. However, this dire situation was no joke at all. "You know that the more you deny, the more it doesn't make sense." " 'Cause it's impossible So it's even more negative. But as you said, the more you deny it... ." Everything was proving that this little human, who seemed to die with just a slight touch, was the real Diablo Volfir. How should I accept it? Suddenly, for a long time, I remembered the days of wandering around the demon realm. * * * The first hundred years were a time of anguish. Why did the master send himself to such a place? Was it helpful? Is it useless? Then, why didn't you recover a handful of black mana contained in this body? The next thousand years erased reason by itself. ran like a monster. He slaughtered all the demons he saw and coveted its power. I can't remember this period. When he woke up, Trika had become the Count of the Demon Realm. Normally, all the black mana was consumed and it had to be destroyed, but for some reason, Magi fit well with his body. He was able to maintain his body by replacing the absorbed magic with black mana. Ten thousand years after that, he began to develop his strength in earnest. I don't know why, but it seemed like it had to be. They waged a war with the nobles of the demon realm and absorbed their power and power. About 10,000 years passed, he heard the news of the master from his subordinates who had been sent to Middle-earth. In fact, I hadn't really heard the news from the master. It was just the news that the 12 gods were "deleting" the records of Middle-earth. At that time, Trika instinctively knew what to do. 'I must take revenge on my master.' 12 You must 'swear' on behalf of your master, who would have been persecuted and despised by the gods. Since then, he has referred to himself as the 'Demon King of lust'. All demons in the Demon Realm, except for his own subordinates, laughed at him. In particular, the 5th demon king, who divided the demon realm into five equal parts, looked down on him. But when tens of thousands of years passed, the situation was different. The 5th Great Demon King was alive and well, but the Demon Lords under them did not. Trika killed and absorbed them all. Eventually, Trika acquired such strength and power that it was difficult for even the 5th Great Demon Lord to touch it. The 5th Demon King also respected him as a Demon King from then on. However, in the first place, he did not develop his strength to gain the recognition of the 5th Demon Lord. 'Twelve gods! You must insult those hateful things.' The nickname "Seolyeok", which was first coined, became the identity of Trika and the essence of its power. However, the 12 gods did not easily show a gap. I looked at their movements for thousands of years at the shortest and over 10,000 years at the longest. He constantly sent ganja to Middle-earth to see what was going on. They started preaching a new civilization. After erasing all previous history, a new sand castle was built in the empty world. There, the traces of the master and his companions ceased to exist. Only the 12 gods, who became more solid, reigned as the perfect rulers of Middle-earth. It was a desperate day. I thought I couldn't take a bath, so I lived like a bad person. Then, a few months ago, an opportunity arose. A dispute arose between the 12 gods. I didn't miss that gap. He somehow searched for a way to descend to Middle-earth, and touched the greed of humans. 'A disgusting human being who betrayed the master and clings to the 12 gods and lives with atrocities!' The human race he respected disappeared more than 60,000 years ago. Today's human beings are just dolls made for them by the 12 gods! They were as hateful as the 12 gods. So there was nothing to fuss about. He made humans his slaves through powerful drugs. Slaves faithfully began the work of making other humans rich. With just a little bit more, you can avoid the eyes of the 12 gods and go down to Middle-earth. They can destroy their homes and humiliate their master's death. In fact, things went smoothly. A faithful servant, Beiros, the Count of Demon Realm, succeeded in descending from Middle-earth. The process was not satisfactory, but as long as the result was good, it didn't matter. It was the moment when revenge and lust came into sight. Master, a power that should have been forgotten in the world appeared before his eyes. And now, a human claiming to be Diablo Volfir appeared. 'A man who claims to be a master Is this man really the master?' He denied, denied, but the more he did, the more all the circumstances prove he was wrong. "I'm sorry, Trika." " Are you really your lord?" I'm sorry. I'm back too late. over a long period of time. Two people who were deeply connected by a master-slave relationship met. They just looked at each other without saying a word, as if they were unraveling a long time ago. - Continued on next episode -
