Episode 236 Abyss Crusade – Clash (2)
Paimon chewed his lips.
“What is that?”
The succubi were banished from the dream by the power of the saint.
The powerful protection that covered an army of one million people at once was beyond the expectations of the demons, but it was understandable since they had received intelligence that the saint had used crystals to enhance divine power in the war on the continent.
Although it was unfortunate that the intervention of the succubi was prevented, it was thought that the morale, which had already been shaken, would not recover immediately.
But now.
Paimon’s brilliant mind could not accept the scene unfolding before his eyes.
A shout that threatens to leave covers the plain.
The enthusiasm that had died down until just the day before, or even until the morning, is blooming again at once.
The humans who seemed to have no problem running away at any time are preparing for battle with their fighting spirit burning.
“Pa Paimon.”
Stolas’ panicked voice was heard, but Paimon’s gaze did not leave the human saint.
Esiliste Liliane de Frangias.
A half-royal princess, Cortisan’s rebirth, a princess who ran away and was forgotten.
Originally, there was no way he would ascend to the throne.
A woman who should have been even more unacceptable in Francia, where the kingdom was burned and collapsed by revolution.
A saint?
Paimon smiled coldly.
If I had pretended to be a saint in Revolutionary France with that status, the only outcome would have been a dog’s death.
How could such a woman come to this island now and raise up the inferior servants who only care about their own safety and tend to be divided?
Paimon’s burning gaze turned to the human running towards him on horseback.
Pierre de Lafayette.
He first found the saint that even the Abyss Corporation could not identify, captured Halpas, received recognition from the Holy Church, and made her queen in the revolutionary republic that collapsed the kingdom.
I know what I’m doing. But cause and effect is not understood.
How was that possible?
How did they save a saint who should have died a long time ago and make her queen?
All his expectations were shattered on this island, right?
Paimon watched Pierre approaching on horseback and casting an arrow on his bow.
Soon an arrow flew in, and Paimon caught it with his hand as it slowly fell in a parabolic direction.
Pierre turned his horse around and started to leisurely walk away, as if he had done his job.
Paimon nervously unwrapped the paper wrapped around the arrow.
“That…”
Paimon laughed out loud after hearing Stolas’ voice.
“Haha hahaha….”
What was sent tied to an arrow and shot was an agreement.
The Abyss Corporation’s peace agreement proposal delivered by Stolas.
A very concise answer is scrawled on the agreement.
-Fuck you.
Paimon could no longer laugh cheerfully.
“What are you going to do, Paimon ni… Wow!”
Before Stolas could finish speaking, Paimon’s hand grabbed his neck and he twisted.
“Now wait just a moment, listen to me…!”
“We must pay for the sin of failing to reach this important agreement.”
Crunch –
The demon’s body, with its neck broken, slowly falls down with an eerie sound.
Nevertheless, Paimon’s mood did not improve at all.
“Haha hahaha….”
I didn’t think there would be any variables.
This time I decided not to let down my guard.
He pushed Pierre de Lafayette in every way he could.
He mobilized all the drones he could operate to put pressure on him, and even used the succubi he had mobilized from Gremory using Bael.
He poured out all the cards in his hand.
I believed that it was a situation where there was no way to fail.
So, he finally showed his teeth to Bael.
It’s a moment I’ve been waiting for for such a long time, but I never thought it would turn out so ridiculously wrong because of these insignificant beings and inferior creatures.
A million drones.
Although it is a formidable military force, maintaining and moving it requires magical power that is difficult to even imagine.
Even though they have almost wiped out the new continent’s humans and sub-races, maintaining those who have already become drones is not something the remaining humans or sub-races can handle.
Currently, most of the drones’ magical power is supplied by demons, a race that boasts magical power that is on a different level from that of humans and sub-humans.
That large army is maintained by those who rebelled against Bael’s rule and were purged.
However, their magical power is not infinite. If the war of attrition with the Central Continent prolongs here, it would be quicker for the supply of mana to stop due to the remaining magic power being sucked up than for all the drones to be destroyed.
If you lose a lot of drones or your magic power is depleted, you may win at best and be purged without being able to fight Bael.
“under. “Come all the way here.”
I was given a taste of pleasure, a feeling of freedom that would pickle my brain.
That’s taken away right away?
Paimon’s eyes flashed and he turned to look at the back of Pierre de Lafayette, who was returning to the Allied camp.
The culprit behind this whole situation.
A being who gradually derailed the plans of the Abyss Corporation and eventually shook the board itself.
Humans who prepared for the Industrial Revolution in advance, which would have been impossible in the first place.
A person who overcame overwhelming odds and won a civil war.
Join hands with the republic that arose out of hatred for the nobility.
He led the battle against the wise man to victory and was elected saint-king in the revolutionary republic.
The one who shook the empire and led Iberica to victory, and finally defeated Krafte.
And as if that wasn’t enough, they even rallied those who had fought as enemies and went on an expedition against the Abyss Corporation.
Abyss Corporation has always responded to situations caused by Pierre de Lafayette.
No, I thought I had responded.
I always prepared, thinking that I would be able to defeat the author this time, but I ended up falling apart again and again.
In reality, they were anxious to respond to the changes brought about by Pierre de Lafayette.
Even Paimon himself thought that he had used Pierre de Lafayette to induce the crack and collapse of the Abyss Corporation.
“Ah, what kind of feeling is this?”
Jealousy of someone who has ridiculously achieved what he has not been able to achieve over a long period of time.
Love for the being who gave Paimon the opportunity for liberation he had longed for.
And finally, seething hatred towards the being who destroyed the opportunity Paimon had been waiting for so long before his eyes
.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Ahahahaha!”
Paimon burst into laughter.
That thing is human, but not human.
It is so irregular that it borders on absurdity, as if it distorts the causal relationship itself.
Pierre de Lafayette is not weak enough to be loving and appreciative of suffering.
Finally, I finally figured it out.
Those who are superior to humans are not those who are amazing compared to humans.
A threat that threatens to shatter even the freedom that Paimon has longed for.
Only now did Pierre de Lafayette become Paimon’s enemy.
“I should have done this a long time ago.”
That monstrous being, that unreasonable being.
It was something that should not be taken lightly or left alone.
Before the author becomes like that, he should have been treated well when he was a person who stood out as a human being.
By making your body incapable of doing anything.
“I should have completely owned it.”
With eyes overflowing with love and hate, Paimon stretched out his hand and grabbed the figure of Pierre de Lafayette in the distance.
It’s not too late now.
The author is merely leading an army of inferior races that can only maintain unity by making numerous sacrifices and relying on the Holy Maiden King in the land of the Abyss Corporation.
“Pierre de Lafayette.”
As if it were a signal, Paimon’s remaining horn flashed and activated the circuit.
Soon, the magical power transmitted from Pandemonium in the distance flowed through the circuit engraved on Paimon’s horn, giving him a thrill.
Not any human or demon.
An overwhelming power that even the devil’s warriors cannot dare to overcome.
A feeling of exaltation that feels like it will pickle your soul runs through your whole body, and pain that feels like it will burn your brain shakes your mind.
Paimon trembled and moved his arms amidst the waterfall of sensations that were infinitely separated but infinitely connected.
In response, countless puppets rise up.
“Kill all the subordinates you cared about.”
Chuck –
soulless dolls step forward.
“Cutting off limbs and pulling out tongues.”
Chuck –
Moves forward in response to Paimon’s murderous intent.
“I will tear everything you love to shreds before your eyes.”
Paimon said with a curse that was almost like a curse.
“My hateful love.”
* * *
Pandemonium, the capital of the Abyss Corporation.
Basement of Abyss Corporation headquarters.
‘Nest’ area.
Footsteps –
Footsteps –
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark, cold hallway.
Bael walked through an empty hallway wearing the demon king’s crown with dual swords strapped to his back.
There were countless coffins on both sides of the hallway he was passing through, but Bael didn’t even glance at them.
After walking for a long time, Bael finally found something he valued.
A succubus with long blonde hair and wearing a nun’s uniform.
Gremory was sitting on the sofa, hugging her knees with her arms and lowering her head.
Tap- tap-
tap-
The only sound in the enormous space stopped.
The demon warrior opened his mouth.
“Gremory.”
The half-demon slowly raised its head and looked up at him with blurry golden eyes.
“…Bael.”
Slowly, the blurry golden eyes came into focus.
Bael quietly looked into the eyes to see what kind of light was shining in them.
Meanwhile, Gremory also looked into Bael’s eyes, but could not read anything in his pupilless eyes.
“Peace negotiations have failed.”
“…okay.”
Gremory answered slowly.
I knew that the consciousness of the succubi had been banished all together by divine power.
Gremory was not watching the scene, but he still guessed that Pierre de Lafayette’s young saint had done something.
No, a young saint.
It is not a very appropriate title to give to a saint who is now more powerful than her.
Gremory thought so and laughed.
“They chose war.”
After hearing Bael’s words, Gremory thought of Pierre de Lafayette for a moment.
I tried to recall her article before that, but it didn’t work out.
“…Yes. “Good for you.”
It’s unfortunate for Paimon.
Do the Allies have any chance of victory?
It must be difficult.
They had always accomplished what they thought would be difficult, but Gremory, who knew what Paimon had prepared and the power of Bael, was extremely skeptical.
If you lose here in the first place, Abyss Corporation will be over.
So you must not lose.
But for some reason, Gremory didn’t know what result he wanted.
Gremory looked into Bael’s inorganic eyes, which still had no pupils.
What did she see in those eyes that gave her hope and expectations?
If then.
If only she had finished her role as a saint and refused to return to the Abyss Corporation.
-I will remain loyal to the Virgin Mary until the end of my life, and even after that.
If only she had remained with her knights and those who followed her.
What would it have been like if that were the case?
Gremory immediately laughed self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
I remember how the friends I had been friends with since childhood and the neighbors who treated me kindly changed.
It must have been the end of her being burned by the church that leaked her true identity.
“Did you come all the way here to tell me that? “Anyway, you took all the succubus children and they are probably dying after being beaten by a saint, and there is nothing that a half-demon who can only use divine power can do for you.”
Gremory added slowly, looking into Bael’s eyes.
“Demon King.”
Bael looked down at Gremory for a moment and furrowed his brows.
“Well, why?”
Gremory did not hide his astonished expression.
Bael quietly looked down at Gremory, then turned his back and walked away, making a sound like he did when he came here.
Gremory jumped up from his seat without even realizing it.
“Bael!”
The call was almost impulsive, but Bael stopped walking.
Gremory asked with a little hope in Bael’s attitude.
“…Didn’t you fight for them?”
Bael turned his gaze toward where Gremory’s finger was pointing.
The inorganic pupils without pupils looked at countless people in the test tube.
Demons who are immersed in a happy illusion forever and are slowly dying and having their magical power extracted.
Those who once revered Bael as a demon warrior and fought against the demon lord, but then rebelled against Bael and were caught up in the Great Purge.
However, the answer that came out of Bael’s mouth was extremely dry.
“We are at war now, Gremory. It is not a time to answer Zen questions, it is a time to fight.”
After a moment of silence, Gremory slowly bowed to Bael.
“I hope you win, Demon King.”
“There is no need to pray for the obvious, saint.”
Bael responded by turning his back again and walking away into the quiet hallway.
