Episode 122 Hunting for the Second Son (3)
< 'The Tenth Hour' Andromalius >
Risk Level: S+
Size: ?
Discovery Location: ‘Snake’s Womb’ in the depths of the Gate of Destruction
– also known as ‘The Tenth Corpse’.
One of the ten plagues leading to the natural enemy of mankind, incomprehensible and unkillable.
“It will swarm like flies.”
– 『The Ten Commandments』 10:上 –
‘The Ten Commandments’.
It also refers to the 10 demon kings who opened the gate to the demon realm and opened the era of destruction, or the 10 corpses that became the bodies of those demon kings.
Before the return, Bikiru knew roughly the existence of Tensangshi, but he did not know that it was Set.
‘It’s fortunate that we met relatively quickly.’
Bikir thought as he stepped back.
More innocent children would have been sacrificed if he had been allowed to live longer in the Baskervilles.
It was also clear that someone else would also have been covered by an unfair false charge.
Just like the self before the regression.
Bikir watched the enemy in front of him with a calm mind.
Indeed, the ‘tenth corpse’ Andromalius seemed to rise behind Set’s body like mist, and soon began to take on a distinct shape.
Horns curved like those of a black flesh ram with red eyes.
A long, large snake sprouts from the severed left arm and wriggles.
The powerful demon that consumed Set’s body roared through Set’s mouth.
[I didn’t know you’d show your true face to people like that.]
“Shouldn’t you have hidden better then?”
Hearing Bikir’s brief scolding, Andromalius’ expression turned dazed for an instant.
Why is the human being in front of me not surprised at all when he sees his true form?
Of course, Vikir had no intention of answering these questions of Andromalius.
However, by comparing the knowledge from before the return with the information from the current life, the best plan is established and proceeded.
‘… I wondered where the culprits that would lead to the era of destruction in the next ten years would be hiding.’
I wish I could be so close
Bikir even cut off all feelings towards Set.
He is no longer the friendly half-brother of memory.
Even if it’s a monster, it’s not a monster, it’s the demon’s real bloodline.
It is a demon king-level demon who has a decent family register in the genealogy of the abyss.
“Even so. There is no business with swords.”
Bikir was not intimidated at all.
At the end of Baalzebub, which was pulled out as long as possible, a thick aura dwelled.
Fufufufufufufufufufu!
During the short time when Andromalius descended and changed Set’s body structure, Bikir stabbed him more than thirty-six times.
A trajectory with a clear intention of killing rather than sparring or competing.
The malice displayed by the demonic sword, Baalzebub, followed an extremely efficient route and stabbed Andromalius only in vital points.
[Ugh!? Why are you in pain? Why does the mere pain of the body even reach the soul!]
Andromalius finally paid attention to the awl-shaped sword that Vikir was wielding.
Sensing the demonic energy emanating from Baalzebub, Andromalius exclaimed in astonishment.
[No way!? Baalzebub, the sword of gluttony? Is it the remains of the ancient demonic constellation ‘Lord of the Flies’!?]
In the distant primeval days when Andromalius was not yet born.
A relic of one of the great Seven Great Kings who ruled the underworld at the time and is now dead.
Only then did Andromalius understand the source of Vikir’s confidence.
A normal knife can harm the body of the corpse possessed by Andromalius, but it cannot damage the spiritual body behind it.
Even if it was an aura blade, which is an aggregate of pure mana.
However, the story is different in the case of demonic swords and holy swords.
This is because they are the only non-standard objects that can physically interfere with spiritual bodies.
And what if the magic sword or holy sword even had an aura?
It becomes a powerful weapon that even demons of the demon lord class cannot ignore.
Furthermore, Bikir is an old veteran who has accumulated karma by catching and killing countless demons in his previous life.
Andromalius, who has not yet fully stocked up on his strength, is bound to be confused as to where the monster came from.
“die.”
Vikir wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible while Andromalius still had less of a grasp of the situation.
Before losing his body to Andromalius, Set’s level was intermediate grade level. Now, Andromalius, who has completely mastered Set’s body, will be able to exert more power than a sword master.
But Bikir was also confident.
A body strengthened by the blessing of the River Styx, practical experience accumulated through two lifetimes, the essence of the Baskerville family swordsmanship, and the power of the demonic sword Baalzebub.
If it was a surprise attack or an assassination, even a sword master could kill it.
Vikir continued to drive her teeth into Andromalius’s body with conviction.
however.
[……okay. It was a bit surprising. Admit it. But that’s it.]
Andromalius is a terrifying archevil to the extent that only ten people, originally strong enough to be the final boss, plot the destruction of the human world.
Andromalius, who had somewhat adapted to Vikir’s onslaught since breaking through the barrier, immediately took action.
Shiriririk!
The snake that replaced Andromalius’ left arm flew open with its mouth wide open.
Bikir swung the hem of the blood wind and struck the snake, but the snake’s teeth left long bloodstains on his forearm.
Then, a deep smile was drawn on the face of Set, possessed by Andromalius.
[That’s enough. You’re done.]
Eventually, Andromalius stretched out his right hand.
Then Bikir’s forearm seemed to turn white instantly, and blood began to spurt out through the wound.
…gulp! …gulp! …gulp! …gulp!
Andromalius absorbed the blood drawn from Vikir into his own.
Wee Eng-
Only then did Bikir hear the unpleasant sound of wings flapping in his ears.
fly.
This ugly plump insect was sucking blood from Bikir’s wounds.
“…Vampire flies?”
Vikir killed the fly by squeezing it, then quickly pressed his arm to stop the bleeding, but to no avail.
Ueeeeeng-
flies were flying everywhere.
The flies, which had been licking the bones of children recklessly, now clung to Bikir.
…gulp! …gulp! …gulp! …gulp!
Andromalius sucked blood from Vikir no matter how far away.
The blood gushing out of Bikir’s body was being absorbed by Andromalius’ right hand as it was stretched like a snake by the flies.
[Hehehehe- strength is returning.]
Seth’s tattered body began to recover.
Infinite bloodsucking using a swarm of flies.
This power that Andromalius possesses is the power of anti-immortality.
As long as there are tired and wounded things around him, his vitality is infinite.
The method of extorting life force from the wounds of others by digging and pinching them is widely prevalent among demons.
And the existence that does it best is this Andromalius right in front of you.
‘Set must have been sacrificed for a long time too.’
The desire to be recognized by the father. An inferiority complex toward the elder brother.
Set, who lived with these two heart wounds, would have been a good prey for Andromalius.
In the end, Set was left with only an empty shell, having been sucked up by Andromalius, and this is the result.
Bikir recalled what Set always said to himself before returning.
‘I want to be acknowledged by my father. I want him to look back that I am here.’
‘Your brother is really great. I also wanted to be like my brother. I wanted to walk side by side with him.’
It is unknown whether it was Set’s subconscious that remained, albeit weakly, or whether Andromalius memorized and imitated Set’s lines during his lifetime.
However, it is clear that at least Set had those feelings when he was alive, and it is also clear that Andromalius used that to erode Set’s mind.
“…”
That made Bikir feel very uncomfortable.
Although I don’t have a close relationship with Set, it was because I sympathized with him in some parts.
Quadduk!
Bikir shook off the snakes and flies biting his chest.
Thanks to the protection of the River Styx, he was not fatally wounded, but several handfuls of flesh fell off his chest.
Andromalius looked at it and laughed.
[okay. It keeps getting hurt like that and then dying. Now let’s suck blood again…?]
But that laugh didn’t last very long.
Ping –
Is it an illusion? In an instant, the vision goes black.
And the moment I realized that it was not an illusion, my head rang.
Beetle-
The moment I regained my senses and came to my senses, this time, the strength in my legs was released.
[Chehe!?]
Andromalius felt a foreign body feeling as if his breath was being choked.
It was a phenomenon that was not felt only in the nose and throat, but occurred simultaneously throughout the body.
I checked my body to see what was going on, and I saw that all my limbs were paralyzed and trembling.
There were sticky lumps all over the blood vessels, blocking blood flow.
Wanting something, I scanned the inside of my body, and soon felt black lumps of blood accumulating and clogging the blood vessels.
Various abnormal conditions including a stroke strike Andromalius’ soul all at once.
When the blood stopped flowing, the flow of mana naturally stopped.
Andromalius lost control of Set’s body for an instant.
[Wow!? what is this what!? What’s going on!]
Andromalius raised his head as he collected the bodies that had lost their host and were scattered and turned into mana.
Patter-Patter-Patter-Patter-Patter-
Dude flies fall from the air.
And there stood Bikir, who was regenerating scars on his arms and chest with terrifying speed.
…pop! …pop!
Bikir raised his forearm with a nonchalant expression.
And the red blood that flowed from the wound on his forearm fell to the floor and turned into a black spot like tar.
Chii-ik-bubbly…
Bikir’s blood began to boil black with an unpleasant sound when it touched the bones on the floor.
Andromalius put on a blank expression.
I will finally know Why did his body condition change so much?
[Yes, you… the condition of the blood…!?]
Normally, a drop of blood.
However, the moment the owner harbors malice, it turns into deadly venom.
A deadly poison that makes even the world’s tens of thousands of people have no choice but to hesitate.
‘Madame Eight-legged’, who was called the nightmare of floods, and the terrifying miasma created by her specter entangled Andromalius’ whole body!
