Episode 286 Power inflation (4)
Belial.
‘The worthless’. sixth hour. The sixth of ten demons who descended to destroy mankind.
An ambitious man who teamed up with Dantalian in the Old Town to devour Quo Vadis and Bourgeois at the same time.
The guy finally showed his true colors.
‘The most beautiful being among those cast out of heaven’.
They decorate the outside with extravagant decorations and splendid wealth, but in fact, the appearance on the back side is very ugly.
The horns of a goat on the head of a huge pig, sharp teeth like knives under the gums exposed without lips.
An eye glow that billows like smoke from a beacon of fire coming out of the eyes. Breath with a disgusting stench.
Its mouth parted like a crevasse on an arctic ice wall, and its horns and wings stretched out to the sides so large that it covered the entire battlefield.
This gigantic and hideous figure floating like a hazy mist over the body of Bartolomeo, who is no different from a puppet, is Belial’s main body.
…Chunks!
Bikir raised the demonic sword Baalzebub.
‘It’s fortunate that I met him before he formed an army.’
Deception, disturbance, incitement, alienation, etc. Belial’s specialty is particularly valuable in large-scale battles.
So, to hunt him down, a 1:1 fight is the best way.
Meanwhile, from Bikir’s chest, Dekarabia continued to give advice.
[It’s been a while since I’ve seen that guy. The name ‘Belial’ is a dead language of the old suzerain of magic that is now extinct and means ‘worthless.
‘
stuck
Judging by the crooked eyebrows raised sharply upward, it seems that the owner’s enemies are regarded as their own.
“Saint. Come here.”
Bikir put Dolores behind him.
Dolores moved cautiously and approached Vikir.
at that time. Belial’s mouth opened.
He was looking straight at Dolores.
[When the priests abandoned their gods and turned themselves into blasphemers, no one was worshiped as often as this body in temples and altars.]
A tone full of ridicule.
True to his words, Belial has already eaten up nearly half of Quo Vadis, the religious chant.
‘……Humbert.’
Dolores gritted her teeth.
Did Cardinal Humbert of Quo Vadis know that Bartolomeo was Belial?
Even knowing that, did he keep in touch with him and make his family sick?
Dolores shuddered at the thought of her adoptive father’s grim look.
Humbert was obviously human, but to her, he was more feared than the devil.
Right then.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
A calm voice was heard.
Where Dolores turned her head, the night hound stood firm.
For a moment, Dolores recalled the time before Dantalian.
‘……that’s right. It was like that then.’
There was a time when Dolores lost the strength to hold on for a moment from the suffocating fear and burden when Gubansi Dantalian overturned the bizarre sack and pulled out the illusion of Humbert from within.
and.
‘There is nothing to be afraid of.’
Even then, with a word of encouragement from the Hound of the Night, Dolores was able to cast off all fear and gain peace of mind.
“Thank you, Night Hound!”
Dolores clung to Vikir’s back as she prayed.
While Belial drew up her demon powers and prepared to attack, Dolores also chanted prayers.
“Zhu Lun is a strong fortress, a shield and a weapon; he will rescue us from great tribulation!”
Paat-
White light came out like flames and wrapped around Bikir.
It was a flame that burned with ferocity, but it didn’t feel hot at all to Bikir.
“The old enemy, the devil, uses his power even at this time to use his strategy and power as his weapon. Who in the world will be defeated? If I rely only on my strength, I have no choice but to be defeated. A strong general comes out and fights in my place. Who is this general? What is his holy name? …”
Dolores, who had been reciting prayers for a moment, hesitated.
Then, after some hesitation, he continued to pray.
“…’Night Hound’! Pilgrim of Rune! Lord of hosts! Who will be defeated? We will surely win!”
After praying, Dolores put her trembling hands on Vikir’s back.
And he said in a voice that trembled even more than his hands.
“I think the buff would be better if I knew the real name of the Hound of the Night over there…”
There is power in a name.
Just by being called, it affects the causal rate and generates a strange energy that crosses the negative and positive dimensions.
Therefore, demons do not carelessly reveal their true names.
The same goes for demon hunters who hunt such demons.
“This is enough.”
But Vikir cut off Dolores.
It was partly to prevent further entanglement with her by giving her name, but in fact, another reason was bigger.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!
Belial began to attack in earnest.
Belial’s body, somewhere between the intangible and the tangible, was obviously giving both spiritual and material shocks at the same time.
[How dare you act like an insignificant human being!]
Belial spits out arrogant lines like the demon king usually does.
However, Bikir is an experienced hunter who has caught four demon lords so far.
“It will shake a little.”
Bikir said to Dolores, who put a hand on her back.
Before Dolores could say anything.
…Sparkle!
Vikir’s sword began to radiate a dark red aura.
The high-speed rotating aura created seven large teeth and an eighth smaller tooth.
The teeth moved furiously and rotated like a cartwheel, flying toward Belial’s body and crashing into it.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
Baskerville’s eighth ceremony.
A slash that instantly turned the body of Bartolomeo, one of the strongest men in the human world, into a rag.
It contained so much power that even Belial, who had incarnated as its main body, would not dare to belittle it.
[Kuh! How could a human have such power…!?]
Belial stepped back with a puzzled tone.
Bikir never missed this almost forced opportunity.
‘If there is no gap, twist it open with force.’
Eight teeth roared through Belial’s body mercilessly.
Furthermore, the buff that Dolores exerted with all her might made Vikir’s eighth tooth grow even bigger.
…WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI!
Belial’s teeth and horns were broken.
Even the armor that looked gorgeous and heavy was cracked and crumbled into pieces.
Above all, it seemed that Bartolomeo’s body couldn’t stand it.
‘My eight senses are incomplete. We have to win in a short time!’
Bikir gritted his teeth and moved on.
In my head, Hugo’s slash that killed Andromalius and Cain Corso’s slash that shook the whole tomb of swords were overlapping.
And from behind, the power of the buff that Dolores pushes is coming like a wave!
…Sparkle!
Bikir ignored the strain on his body and lowered Baalzebub all the way down.
Koo-kung!
A heavy seismic wave rises and knocks down the mountains of gold coins that have risen around it.
[Geuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu]
Belial staggered back with his body destroyed everywhere.
Vikir raised her sword once again while receiving the healing magic cast by Dolores.
At that time, Dolores said as if she was sorry.
“……The buffs don’t come out as much as before before Dantalian.”
She seemed to feel a deep sense of self-doubt at her meager power.
That would also be the case because the power of the buff was incomparably weaker than when he was hunting Dantalian at the nursery school in the past.
“I’ve been working hard in my own way… but I think I’ve rather regressed.”
But Vikir took it for granted.
‘Awakening doesn’t come that easily.’
The deity that Dolores showed before Dantalian was truly a ‘miracle’, which advanced her understanding of her divine power by several decades.
I didn’t know the exact cause and conditions of awakening, but there is no development that depends on such luck in the first place.
Bikir continued to wield his sword and began to press Belial.
Right then.
[……Whoop whoop. indeed. Killing my colleagues wasn’t all luck.]
Belial stood up.
Surprisingly, while the gaze was away for a while, the guy had recovered most of the wounds and damage.
“……!”
Vikir swung the slash once again.
Damn-
it left a deep scar on Belial’s chest once again.
[Whoa whoop whoop… It’s useless. human. You humble worm.]
But Belial wasn’t intimidated at all.
Before long, he stretched out his two large hands to the sides.
Soon after, unpleasant surprises began to occur.
Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-crank-clink-
A loud metallic sound came from everywhere.
When Dolores turns her head in surprise, she sees a golden current flowing.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….
The sound of money moving.
Countless gold coins were crawling like giant snakes, creating ripples on the floor.
The gold coins, jewels, and various treasures that came in that way were absorbed into Belial’s body.
Crunchy! Pudeuk! Kwajijik!
Belial’s broken horn grew back, and the cracked body was restored to its original state.
Moreover, the originally gigantic size was swelled up more and more.
[All the riches in this safe are my life force! Money is power! Money is life! In a world dominated by mammonism, wealth is vitality!]
Dolores was stunned at those words.
A huge amount of wealth piled up in this vast vault.
Belial’s scheming, which had all of these stored as extra life force, was meticulous and thorough.
Dolores then seemed to understand why Belial always lured outsiders into the vault.
It was not for the simple reason that it was to discourage visitors.
Because this is his ‘home ground’ where he can exercise absolute authority, power and vitality!
……but.
“I already knew about that.”
Bikir crumpled Belial’s impression with a calm tone.
…Chunks!
The demonic sword, Baalzebub, became a little longer.
The dark red aura began to burn again under the hem of the black coat.
Eventually, the light from the red eyes shines on the black mask and shines dimly.
“If money is your life…” a
boiling voice cut through the hound’s sharp teeth.
“I’ll make you bankrupt.”
It was a declaration of war against the ruler of the vast Golden Town.
