Episode 288 Power inflation (6)
A shower of gold coins rains down on a wide area.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!
It was a terrifying destructive power enough to twist the entire surrounding terrain.
……but.
Bikir walked through the thick smoke of gold dust and stood unconcerned.
‘Wailing Wall’. Seventh City Decaravia.
The demon’s shield, which was once an impenetrable wall for mankind, now stands on the side of humans and guards Bikir!
[…It’s been a while, Belial.]
Belial’s eyes widened at Dekaravia’s feminine voice.
[What kind of situation is this, Dekarabia. Why are you coming out of there now?]
[I come out where I want to come out when I want to come out.]
[I’m not saying that. What about the great mission of opening the gate and what are
you doing here!] I don’t need any companions. Why don’t you try opening the gate by yourself?]
Belial gritted his teeth as if it was absurd at Dekaravia’s dry voice.
[You’ve collected a lot! If this safe is full, I’ll be able to open the ‘gate’ by myself! I don’t need sloppy colleagues!]
There was something he had just shouted.
Belial suppressed her anger and opened her mouth in a deliberately softened voice.
[Dekarabia. Betrayal in this way will never benefit you.]
[Betrayal? That expression is wrong, little one. Originally, I was not on anyone’s side.]
[Then, are you confident enough to handle the wrath of your own people? Can you completely take the wrath of the ‘one and all’, ‘all and one’ with your own body?] […
The answer will be kept forever by oath.]
Belial and Deca Rabia’s Seon dialogue ended here.
Dekarabia seems to have decided not to answer Belial’s questions anymore.
Bikir said briefly.
“Belial is a business demon, and at the same time a demon of speech. The two are inseparable. Therefore, the answer is not to mix the words for a long time.”
[I know that his tongue is cunning, human. How do you feel about writing me? Isn’t it amazing?]
In Dekarabia’s self-praise, Bikir looked at it for a while.
The translucent shield emits a dim red light as if it were showing off its figure.
Mana consumption was intense, but one ability to block physical damage was the most powerful shield.
Moreover, the size and hardness can also be adjusted, so if only the mana control can be fine-tuned, it seems that it can be used efficiently.
“……It’s worth using.”
[Huh- Is it worth it? Is that all your feelings?]
Dekaravia grunted dissatisfiedly and glanced at Dolores behind her.
[It doesn’t matter, it’s good to be able to protect a beauty. Of course, the same goes for handsome men. But above all else, the one worth protecting is a handsome man dressed as a beauty or a beautiful woman dressed as a handsome man. This body that loves all chaos, good and evil…]
“Shut up. Come again.”
Bikir raised Dekarabia to prepare for an immediate attack.
Sure enough, Belial tossed down the gold coins he was holding in both hands and poured out a huge golden bombardment.
Taranggang Ding Grande-
The loud noise with the fire shakes the shield of reverse mangseong.
However, Dekaravia’s shield, which exerted almost unrivaled power in physical defense, did not budge.
‘……It’s good, but the mana consumption is too intense.’
The loud vibration of the mana hall in the lower part of the hall seemed to exacerbate seasickness.
Somehow, in order to build up the proficiency of Dekarabia, it seemed that a considerable amount of mana had to be accumulated before shielding.
at that time.
“Hey there…you can drop me off now.”
Dolores whispered in a low voice, covering her face.
The ears that could be seen through the hair were so red that they could no longer heat up.
Bikir quietly lowered her from the waistband to the floor.
And said a word.
“There’s no point in trying too hard alone. Because they’re colleagues.”
“……!”
Dolores’s eyes widened at those words.
The night hound called himself a companion.
And the moment you hear it.
…thump!
My heart started beating wildly.
‘Why is my heart like this? Something hot inside…’
Dolores pressed her hand to her left breast.
Something unprecedented power wriggling inside.
An unknown warm aura started in the left chest and spread throughout the body.
‘Is this also the soul mate effect?’
It’s similar to the emotions I felt before against Dantalian.
I haven’t been in a good mood right now, so I couldn’t compare them in detail.
at that time.
[die! Beggars!]
Belial scattered gold coins again.
Metal showers flew like barrages, and this time, the black wave cannon that spewed from Belial’s mouth was added.
oh oh oh oh!
A storm of gold and darkness sweeping all around!
[this. Waves are difficult.]
Dekarabia blocked the shower of gold coins without difficulty, but Belial’s magic attack that followed seemed to be burdensome.
at that time.
“Do not worry!”
Dolores once again bravely stepped out.
…destroy!
The walls of the torch, much larger and thicker than before, blocked Belial’s wave cannon.
Belial’s magic is shattered and scattered by divine power.
However, Belial did not back down easily this time either.
[Just an ember in front of a strong wind. It’s just insignificant energy!]
As the gold coins in the safe were absorbed into Belial’s gigantic body, the demonic energy it exuded was getting thicker and thicker.
“Keuugh! Such a mighty devil. How could he…!”
Dolores clenched her teeth, feeling the divine defenses being pushed back.
Meanwhile, Vikir measured the distance of the sword strike and was looking for an opening behind Dolores’ shield.
“Even this much is a big help. Thank you.”
Hearing the words of the night hound, Dolores felt a little more energetic.
‘…But compared to before Dantalian, it’s a huge difference.’
Dolores wanted to be a little more helpful to the night hounds anyway.
I wanted to share the burden he was carrying.
I wish he could rely on himself a little more.
I wanted to receive his expectations and become an object he could lean on.
‘My name is my soul mate!’
Dolores eventually stopped hesitating and turned her head.
“Night Hound!”
“……?”
As Bikir turned her head, Dolores exclaimed, trying to look as confident as possible.
“Give me your name!”
“……what?”
Bikir tilted her head, and Dolores whimpered.
“As you can see, it’s getting harder and harder to hold up the defenses!”
She’s right.
Even Dolores’ divine power, which seemed to overflow due to her natural talent and blessing, was now slowly showing the floor.
“In order to increase the divine power, the ‘resonance’ phenomenon at that time is necessary!”
Dolores was referring to the phenomenon of ‘soul mates’.
“If I can sympathize with the Night Hound more deeply, if our bond grows even a little stronger, it will surely change!”
The name is a soul mate, but you don’t even know the other person’s name.
Dolores again thought this was very absurd.
“It’s okay even if it’s not your full name! Even if it’s a very small nickname I can call you… can you just give me a piece of your name?”
Dolores looked up and asked even in a difficult situation.
How long can her thin, delicate arms hold out against the devil’s mighty power?
“…”
Vikir decided that now was not the time to hesitate.
And as soon as he had made up his mind, he strode forward to Dolores.
Before long, the hound of the night lowers its head in the ear of Dolores, who is holding up the defense wall.
“……half.”
A name that sounds catchy. and hot breath.
Dolores flinched for a moment.
‘……The name was ‘Ban’.’
Dolores felt her heart beat faster.
Tongseongmyeong (Tongseongmyeong). The process of getting to know each other through each other’s name.
There is indeed a mysterious power in the name.
I only heard a short piece of the name, but I felt that the emotional and psychological distance with the night hound was very close.
‘Maybe… I’m the only person in the world who knows his name.’
Dolores’s heart beat wildly, and something strange happened.
Pound-thump-thump-
The sacred fire rising by the divine power became hotter and more intense.
…destroy! Kurrureuk!
The unheard-of emotion that had been swirling in my heart earlier surged even more strongly.
Divine power that pulsates in time with the beating of the heart. Vividly fluttering white flames!
It was the moment when the soul mate made an awakening once again.
“Yaaaaap!”
Dolores unleashed the torch with all her might and completely pushed away Belial’s wave cannon.
[Wow!?]
At the same time as his own attack was shattered and scattered, ultra-high heat rushed in and burned his mouth.
Belial had no choice but to be frightened.
“It’s done! It’s done!”
Dolores exclaimed, looking down at her hands.
A phenomenon that cannot be done to anyone else and cannot be explained.
A miracle that only happens when you are with the hound of the night… no, ‘Van’.
Vikir wanted to congratulate Dolores for another miracle as the ‘Saint of Steel’, but unfortunately, she didn’t have enough time.
“Gap!”
Baskerville 8 meals. Fantian’s teeth.
Eight slashes that rip through the air fly and aim at Belial.
Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwa Kwam!
An explosion erupted with a terrible scream.
It was a desperate scream from the devil.
……but.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Again the gold coins began to move rapidly.
A golden snake crawling through the thick smoke.
Belial, who had absorbed countless treasures, soon cast a fine body on the ground.
[It was quite hot. Still, it’s just a futile resistance.]
Belial’s mouth was holding a sneer, as if she had never cried out in pain.
“… Only then will it be an unfavorable war of attrition.”
Dolores said, emitting torches from both hands.
Bikir felt the same way.
“Just hold on a little longer. Time is on our side.”
“……?”
Dolores tilts her head at Bikir’s words.
She was not yet aware of the intentions of the night hound, who said the exact opposite in the midst of her disadvantage as time passed.
Right then.
An unexpected good news happened.
Kwak Kwa Kwak! Perpuck!
Belial, who had been sucking in the gold coins, backed away from the sudden explosion.
[hmm!? What is this!]
The gold coins that were furiously sweeping toward Belial stopped.
All of a sudden, great walls of gold rose up, blocking the flow of money.
At the same time, a large fist made of gold rose from the floor and struck Belial in the head.
…bang!
Belial had to be pushed back once more, coughing out his broken teeth.
“What what? Who?”
Dolores turned her head away, her eyes wide open.
It was the same with Bikir.
“……!”
An unexpected person who suddenly broke into the battlefield and attacked Belial.
Under the messy white hair, you can see that the face that looks like a puppy is gradually changing into a complicated expression due to various emotions.
fear. confusion. astonished Shock, anger.
Sinclair.
She was at the center of all this emotional vortex.
