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Chapter 205: The Summoning (2)
"Krrrrrr!"
A shriek that seemed to scrape against the ears.
From the mist above the throne, a colossal ice sword emitting a freezing aura appeared and pierced straight through the demon's chest.
With a crack—the sound of the piercing—the hole in the chest was instantly frozen solid by the intense cold.
The source was clear.
Without a moment of doubt as to why it had attacked its own subordinate, only one thought dominated the mind.
'Fast.'
The moment they sensed the surge of demonic energy above the throne, the ice sword had already manifested, piercing through the demon's chest.
The moment they witnessed the movement that seemed to transcend space, another strong conviction arose.
The being that had manifested above the throne was a named demon.
The attacks they used were diverse as hell, but their source was singular.
Demonic energy.
The ice sword that had just been plunged down was the same.
Black, staring at the demon's chest with the gaping hole for a while, muttered.
"An intriguing swordsmanship. Or, is it magic?"
His voice wasn't tense.
It was such a calm tone that it almost felt devoid of emotions.
In the moment of silence that flowed, both I and Black simultaneously turned to face the front.
Saaa—
The ice sword embedded in the demon's chest was slowly dissipating into the air.
"Kreu!"
Only then did the demon manage to catch its breath, exhaling a rough gasp.
However, soon his eyes filled with a fear stronger than the pain...
Thump—
The demon struck its own head against the floor as if to shatter it, trembling all over while raising both hands towards the sky.
"Oh, great Roar !"
In an instant, the concentration of demonic energy swirling within the mist became even denser, and the demon began to convulse once again.
"Roar!"
I watched the scene for a moment.
A voice identical to that of a human.
The emotion of fear that consumed his entire being was conveyed to even here.
The alias Roar was clearly referring to the demon that had manifested above the throne.
I felt Black's gaze turning towards me, but I simply shook my head slightly.
As the demonic energy forming above the throne grew thicker, the demon's convulsions only intensified.
"...Th-the summoning has been prepared without fail, as per the prophecy."
The demon continued to speak as if I and Black were not even in its eyes.
"All possibilities were taken into account, but to think it would be from the Divine Clan......"
[Enough.]
A single word.
A hollow laugh suddenly escaped my lips.
A voice that seemed to resonate directly within the mind.
A voice that felt like the mist, echoing from all directions, not even sensing where it was spoken from.
Thump—Thump—
It was then that the trembling demon began to smash its own head against the floor.
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The level of those noble bastards is proportional to the fluctuations of demonic energy.
The demonic energy I feel now is certainly so intense that unpleasantness blooms all over my body, but that's all.
Compared to those guys in the past who made me go mad just by facing them, it's not even close.
There was a possibility that he was a demon without a title, but if his subordinate showed such reverence, you never know.
'Who is it?'
I had to keep in mind the possibility that he was a count-class demon.
Black fiddled with the handle of his black sword with his thumb.
Even his habit of doing that when he was troubled was the same as the Sword Saint. It seemed that he couldn't quite grasp the opponent's identity.
"Roar, the humans of the Divine Clan are more than what's known..."
[No.]
"......What do you mean?"
The demon suddenly stopped speaking, took a breath of air, and then spoke again.
"I have not fathomed the great will. Please enlighten me..."
[Come.]
"Roar..."
The moment the demon took his first step on the stairs leading to the throne, as if he had received an irresistible command.
Saaa—!
Waves of cold air began to surge from all directions surrounding the stairs.
It was then that shock filled the demon's eyes.
"No, way. The great Roar... K, Kaaa!"
It was an instantaneous event.
Thump—!
An enormous sonic pressure, as if striking a giant bell, echoed through the space.
The demon was sucked into the swirling mist above the throne.
At the same time, a terrible scream stretched out long and then disappeared.
That was the end.
Only then did I look up at the throne.
'A gloomy guy.'
It felt like I could hear a gluttonous sound, as if he had devoured his prey.
The mist surrounding the throne still swirled like a vortex.
It was then that I heard a buzzing voice.
[It's you.]
The mist above the throne formed the shape of an eyeball, glaring directly at me.
I met his gaze for a moment.
White light in the eyes, as if trying to see through my entire being.
[You lowly thing. Is this your doing?]
It was clear that he was referring to the devastated territory.
Was it possible that he didn't know the exact situation outside?
Even though he guessed that I was the person involved, it seemed that he didn't know that Meteor had been activated.
[How did you do it?]
A voice filled with subtle anger surged from all directions.
Even amidst the overwhelming pressure, I suddenly had a strange thought.
[......Ruin Samael.]
Once again, a voice that shook the entire space.
In an instant, Black frowned slightly and turned to look at me.
The pressure exerted on both ears, as if buried deep in the abyss, was beyond imagination.
I kept having other thoughts creeping into my mind.
I've felt this somewhere before.
It's definitely a familiar feeling, but I can't quite remember.
Swa—
The white light in the eyes, once again flowing out as if to pierce through me.
I shook my head and glared at the mist above the throne.
"Do you know me?"
The question is a mere gesture.
It's only for the purpose of grasping the other party's intentions.
I don't have so little information that I would be flustered by the fact that my name was mentioned.
Considering the actions of the Myriad Demons Assembly so far, it could be said that there is almost nothing on the continent that they don't know.
Not to mention the fact that they have infiltrated even the Divine Clans and the Vassal Clans.
[What have you done?]
At this point, I was certain.
This guy's question also contains a mix of pretense.
Those noble bastards are the ones who put on a false front while secretly harboring sinister intentions.
Is it really a question asked out of ignorance?
At first glance, the swirling mist above the throne seemed as if the summoning was not yet complete.
However, from the moment I entered here, all preparations would have been finished.
Within that swirling mist.
His true form exists.
I smiled and initiated a verbal attack.
"Looks like you're very angry. Judging by how maniacally you're fixated on the territory, you seem like a greedy bastard..."
[......What?]
"Are you a count?"
It was some time later that an answer was heard.
[Interesting.]
However, one thing that kept bothering me was this guy's way of speaking.
Did demon bastards originally talk like this?
Paang—!
However, there was no more time to continue thinking.
The gradually intensifying waves of demonic energy were indicating that it was almost time.
I made eye contact with Black at the same time.
The probing was over.
[Come.]
Saaa—!
The moment the same huge vortex of cold air as before, which had swallowed the subordinate, was about to engulf my body.
I leaped towards the throne, unleashing the pre-activated magic spell.
6th Circle, Inferno.
Instead of the broken Red Dagger, this time I condensed powerful flames in my right hand.
"Let's see your face."
The moment I thrust my right hand straight into the mist in the air where I had leaped in an instant.
An intense cold wave, incomparable to anything before, surged.
Saaa—!
The moment the spreading flames were instantly engulfed by the cold air, I looked down.
In the brief moment, before the intense cold that penetrated my wrist and the tingling pain struck my mind.
Faster than that, my wrist froze, and my senses began to be paralyzed.
I widened my eyes.
Beyond the mist of the throne, I stared intently at the swaying form of something within it.
'Hoo.'
It's just as I expected.
This level of cold air is comparable to Blizzard, that damned high-ranking ice magic incantation.
I wonder why Pelleer comes to mind.
Even without the imagery of his authority, a single Volcanic from the Clan head could devour all the cold air here.
Perhaps that's why.
7th Circle, Volcanic.
However, the bracelet on my wrist had already lost its light.
Even if I inject mana, there's no way to reuse 'Broken Joy' in such a short period.
Instead, I prepared this.
Weeing—!
The cold air surrounding all directions had already paralyzed my limbs.
Yet, the circle of my heart still rotates as if burning.
Whir—!
I forcibly push the flames that have risen from within my body into my right hand.
As the lava-like hot flames slowly push out the cold air that has penetrated my body, the paralyzed senses return.
Immediately, I broke through the cold air surrounding my entire body and created flames.
The manifestation of the second Inferno.
Saaa—!
Just before the flames that bloomed again in front of me were about to freeze in an instant.
Faster than that, I threw a fist wrapped in flames.
'Keugh.'
My body was strained, and a bitter taste rose in my throat for a moment, but I forcibly swallowed it and widened my eyes.
[Foolish.]
"Bullshit."
I already knew that it was not enough to drive out all the cold air from all directions.
But if all the heat is concentrated at one point, it's a different story.
At the very moment when the manifested fist froze again.
I opened the hand that was holding the fist and extended the last heat in a straight line.
Multiple magic manifestation.
Triple layers of heat.
Paaang—!
As soon as the swirling mist was cleared around the extended heat and the throne was revealed.
I clearly confirm the face of the guy sitting on it, whose entire body is dyed black.
"White Heron?"
A man sitting wearing a mask.
It was clearly the same shape as the White Heron mask I had seen some time ago, but somehow, the atmosphere it exuded was completely different.
In an instant, I accurately realized the ritual that the Myriad Demons Assembly guys were talking about as a summoning.
The deja vu, which had been feeling unpleasant and familiar again, since I entered this place, was gradually becoming thicker.
"Did you offer yourself as a sacrifice?"
[Come, Ruin Samael.]
"Was he the leader? What a fucking idiot."
Paaaaang—!
It was then that an enormous cold air rushed in from the front.
Ice sword.
Instead of confronting the sharp ice sword that was flying towards me as if to pierce my heart, I immediately looked towards the upper right and shouted.
Saaa—!
The ice sword stopped right in front of my eyes.
The moment the space was cut off again as if sliced, and Black appeared through it, a demon's voice mixed with a low sneer was heard.
[Baltahar.]
Five ice swords appeared as if waiting in the severed space and pierced through Black simultaneously.
But even this time, it was not the demon who was one step ahead.
This, so to speak, is a battle where they predict each other's moves.
Saaa—!
The area where the throne was located was split vertically, and the space was cut away.
Only then did the demon, who had taken a step aside, leaving behind an afterimage, tilt his head left and right.
The moment Black, who appeared in mid-air, brought his black sword down on the opponent.
A pure white blade that sprouted from the demon's wrist raised Black's black sword.
What he didn't predict was me.
I had already been using the Crazy Mage's footwork in the space behind him since the first Heart Void Style was activated.
Weeing—
Five circles rotating in reverse.
The moment I was about to launch a hidden attack towards the demon bastard's back, he suddenly turned 180 degrees and faced me.
[Annoying.]
"Keugh!"
The moment his face touched the mask, an irresistible pressure erupted.
Paaaaang—!
A strange sound was heard the moment a huge sonic pressure surged.
I momentarily lost consciousness and then came back.
The moment I was thrown into the air and fell, what came into view was still the pitch-dark darkness.
I can't hear anything.
It was clearly a stuffy situation where it felt like both eardrums were about to burst, but I don't feel any pain.
More than that, what now dominates my entire mind is an indescribable shock.
Black was shouting something on the left.
I could only continue to stare at the White Heron mask that was looking down at me from above the throne.
It's someone I know.
The surging cold air, the sonic pressure that crushes the whole body, were too obvious, the evidence of that guy.
Was it because I thought it was impossible in the depths of my consciousness that I hadn't noticed it sooner?
Rather than the sense of incongruity that a dead guy has reappeared, I can only believe the unforgettable mark felt in all the senses of my body now.
I knew as soon as I touched it.
I could tell the moment I touched his mask.
The cause of this damned sense of deja vu.
"Vassago.”
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