Episode 199
“What is it?”
Damian raised his upper body from the sofa. My consciousness, which had been distant from the echoes resonating in the black space, became clear in an instant.
At first glance, it seems like a child giggling, or an animal giggling.
However, the reason why Damian was able to regain consciousness at the sound of laughter was not just because an unfamiliar sound of laughter resonated in a space filled with silence.
It was because the laughter was so awkward that it aroused a strange displeasure—or wariness—in those who heard it.
“Who the hell—.”
Poof!
However, even if Damian turns his head and looks around the black space, all he can see is the endless darkness.
I couldn’t see what the source of the echo from far away was.
– Kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick!
That is until the voice became clear, like a whisper in his ear.
“Such a fucking foot.”
Damian shook his head. A single curse flowed from his mouth. A feeling like having a bad nightmare was eating away at him little by little.
Although he couldn’t find out what the source of the echo was, he had a similar experience.
Not just once, but quite a few times.
It was something Damian himself knew best, that it had happened even not so long ago.
“Kuk-.”
Before long, a scream of despair escaped from Damian’s mouth.
– Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
As the voice filled his ears, Damian grabbed his head. A terrifying ghostly voice was whispering to him about something with intense hostility.
An unconditional demand to kill someone, like entering a command into a presumably programmed computer.
There is no doubt that it would be difficult not only for Damian, but for any other person to endure that a group of people who were neither male nor female shouted in his ear with dozens or hundreds of voices.
It was only natural that Damian had no choice but to block his ears and suffer from the deafening screams.
“Kuk… Kkeukkeukreuk…!”
dump!
It happened at the same time that his body leaned over and fell to the floor.
“hook…! Whoop…!”
Damian gasped for breath as he pressed his cheek against the cold floor. The terrible screaming voices that had been tormenting him until just now became noise and died down little by little, as if it had never happened.
However, the fact that his face is red as if someone is strangling him and blood vessels are forming on his forehead is evidenced by his bloodshot eyes and a stream of nosebleeds.
The fact that his head was peeled off like a white drawing paper without reason was also the result of being tortured by pressure that made his head feel like it was about to explode—or a headache.
‘Something’s wrong.’
By the time that thought came to me, all sensations in my body had already drained away like the ebb tide.
“…”
Damian saw a man crouching with his back turned in a pitch black space. It was the man who showed up after he had collapsed on the sofa and had his cheek on the floor.
Another me with a bizarre figure that resembles himself, but smiles and shakes his shoulders as if he is so happy.
‘You have to wake up. This is…’
Pop!
And the moment Damian tried to get himself up to get out of this bad nightmare, the man who seemed distant stopped shaking his shoulders as if he had never done that.
[Whoever wants it?]
Udududuk!
And the man’s neck turned.
[Why are you here now? you wanted you wanted to kill You did what you wanted. But why do you keep annoying me?]
Ududuk! Quick! Fast! Hard! Dduduk!
The man stared at Damian with wide open eyes. Unlike the bloody tears that flowed between the eye sockets, the corners of his lips, which looked infinitely happy, were torn to the bottom of his ears before he knew it.
A man looking at himself in a bizarre way, bending his head intermittently even in the midst of the grotesque appearance to be called another self.
And beyond his stone-hard gaze, Damian could feel the man’s figure approaching him one step at a time with a terrible laugh.
[Kihehehehe! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!] Not
only his face, but also his body twisting and bending, spewing grotesque bone sounds.
So, the man whose appearance is gradually transforming into a heterogeneous figure that he has seen once before.
A red-eyed torn monster with the upper body of a stout human male and the lower body of a horse with hooves.
It was the appearance of Abraxas, the demon king.
[It will be useless.]
‘…!’
As Damian tried to move his body, Abraxas smiled. It was a face as if he couldn’t hold back a gushing orgasm.
Dark red thick blood that flowed from him before he knew it, wet the floor at first, and then gushed out like a fountain.
And as Damian watched the blood flowing from Abraxas gradually change into dark tar-like, sticky energy, he felt a visceral sense of rejection rising from within for the first time.
‘No…c…’
Gureuk! rumble!
It was because at the moment Abraxas’s blood lingered like living sewage and swallowed his body little by little, his body too was becoming immobilized as if it had been pressed by scissors.
[It’s mine now.]
Kurkor!
Soon, Abraxas’ energy completely swallowed Damian’s consciousness.
* * *
“…I never thought I would survive this.”
oh oh oh!
Akrasia Yu looked down from the top of a distant cliff. The wind blowing from under the huge hole reminiscent of a sinkhole made a melancholy sound as if it were blowing in a vast canyon.
However, considering that the distant peak is the product of artificial power created by someone’s hand, it is not at all strange that the face of Akrasia Yu looking down is tinged with a serious light.
Moreover, contrary to his inquisitive personality, the way he intentionally sweeps his chin instead of expressing his feelings.
Contrary to the results he expected, it could be because something under the cliff did not collapse and the previous momentum was growing.
– Kirik…! Kiririk…!
As if it were already showing off that the castle is still in the distant light.
However, the form of a black human being covered with a pitch-black aura to the extent that the former form could no longer be found.
Despite the exercise of the formidable power that created this far-flung ecstasy, it was spreading its energy in all directions.
“Six Mile Island, even after being hit by the 2nd rite of the catastrophe, and still standing like that… is it really supposed to be a human being…?”
Woo woo woo!
Akrasia Yu narrowed her brows as she watched the jet-black aura fill the bottom of the temple.
It was an awkward aura that made me feel rejected just by looking at it.
Aside from the viscosity that seems to have melted rubber, what the hell is the identity of the army tearing countless jaws under the surface of the water as if it is alive and moving?
As a result, Akrasia Yu sees the monster under the cliff—there is no sense that it is not enough to be called a human even from all angles—while feeling a sense of composure that he had not felt before.
He could feel a slight sense of incongruity passing by as he looked up at him and bent his head halfway.
‘…Smile?’
In other words, as if the monster at the bottom of the cliff was recreating the fierce battle with Navarka, the demon of gluttony, hundreds of years ago.
Thus, as if to stimulate himself, who was the culprit of the fierce battle.
He raised a jet-black aura and raised an army of unknown creatures, vomiting spirits that filled the temple grounds.
“As I live, I go through all sorts of things. oh no Since I’m already dead, should I say after death?”
Woo woo woo woo!
As Akrasia Yu grabbed the handle, a heated mana resonant sound erupted from Brunak. The powerful magic that filled the space and resounded increased the pressure as if it was pressing down on the peak.
In the meantime, I thought of an adventurer in the other world called Damian and put circumstances in my hands, but the black monster under the cliff has already been reborn as something embarrassing to call Damian.
Moreover, the 6 Mile Island Hungma Jaerae, which was developed using a light spear Brunak, not just a stick, had the power to break down a mountain even if it was only a second food.
It was the reason he was standing on the far-off peak.
Just turning the ruins of an old forest reminiscent of Angkor Wat’s Ta Prohm temple into a canyon tens of meters deep.
And what made Nabarka, the demon of gluttony called the < Prince of Ghoul >, incapacitate, albeit for a moment, to make its power falter.
Because it was nothing other than a work created by the immortal immortal of Six Mile Island.
However, the grass-eating that Akrasia Yu released to knock down Damian, who had brought out the inner darkness, did not even achieve the desired result, and ended up only changing the topography of the ruins.
As if waking up a forbidden existence that shouldn’t be awakened, it’s more than reconciled into an unknown black existence.
And from that existence, an energy that is different from that of the seven demon grand dukes, which might have been felt hundreds of years ago, is pouring out.
It could be said that it was a natural phenomenon for Akrasia Yu to throw away the curiosity of the past while feeling a sense of goodwill while forgetting his previous duties.
It was something he had never imagined.
Moreover, Brunak’s howling was not only a cry in response to his own magical power, but also an illusion that he was trying to find his master again after hundreds of years.
There was nothing strange about the passing of a terrifying feeling behind Akrasia Yu’s back, standing on top of a cliff.
Trembling!
Perhaps, of course, this complex emotion he is feeling now is a reenactment of the dizzying tug-of-war between life and death that he felt while roaming the battlefield.
Thus, the long-forgotten battle of blood and flesh was quietly raising its head from the base of Akrasia Yu.
“Well… That’s something we’ll have to figure out later after making a decision.”
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Eventually, the new form of Akrasia Yu turned into white thunder and fell down the cliff.
