Episode 488 Marquis of Discord (6)
[That means there are sixty-two more devils stronger than me beyond the gate of destruction.]
The shock that hit the back of the head instantly turns my vision into dizzying darkness.
Even if Andras’ words were a mockery, he knew that they were not lies.
“……! ……! ……!”
This is because the malevolent gazes felt from all over the dimensional gate were piercing the skin in real time.
Skin that gets hot as if it has been illuminated by a magnifying glass for a long time. Unpleasant sensation as if countless insects are burrowing deep into the intestines.
I feel that the remaining 62 great evils are watching this side.
The gazes I felt through the walls of blazing black fire flew like thick spears and pierced my body and soul.
A normal person would vomit blood and die from receiving one of these gazes.
Tsutsutsutsutsutsutsutsutsu…
Vikir saw huge shadows cast over the dozens of portals that Andras had created.
Nebula-eating snake Leader of the bugs King of the vampires Scorpion spewing thick venom A woman beautiful on the outside but unknown what’s inside The angler that devours the desert Priority of all rotten things A centipede that coils around the mountains A person who walks the bottom of the sea The land A tearing giant, a fire-drinking lion, a bird with sky-covering wings, a graveside executioner, a swamp-lying rotting corpse, a tentacle that burrows deep, and so on… Things with all sorts of ominous names were
showing interest in this side of the world.
They drool and turn around to look this way.
A world where the door to destruction has not yet been opened, and there are still things to destroy and ruin!
Bikir gritted his teeth.
……!
Some of those gigantic shadows cast over the portal have already noticed the existence of this side of the world.
And among them, some of the more sinister in particular were preparing to come over to this world.
The eyes that feel the intense desire for destruction of a great evil that has never been felt even in the age of destruction.
Andras giggled.
[The 62 demons in the other world are absolutes that even I can’t stand against! And among them, there are noble people who can’t even kiss the shadows cast over a land that I can’t even have an audience with.] “…”
Vikir
looked through the huge portal in the front.
A shadow cast thickly over the army of monsters.
It gave off a stench that would make your nose burst.
You can see the name ‘Baal’ written on the flag in the language of the long-lost suzerain of Sorcery.
The shadow of evil it casts was thicker and darker than anything else, and it was also ominous.
‘……It looks stronger and more evil than all the tens of times I’ve dealt with so far.’
Even the Dekaravia hanging from his chest was trembling.
[The author is the ‘Mother of Perdition’, who is no different from the mother of the 72 demons. When the author crosses over here, everything is over. That day is the end of this world. He is one and all, and all and one…] Only then did
Vikir realize the meaning of what Dekarabia had said before.
[Then, are you confident enough to handle the wrath of your own people? Can you completely take out the wrath of the one who is ‘one and all’, ‘all and one’ with your body?] […
The answer will be kept forever by oath.]
In the bourgeois family Conversation between Belial and Decarabia in the battle of .
It was probably a warning to the rest of the 62 Demons, who were preparing reinforcements beyond the dimensional gate after the Age of Desolation.
Andras opened his mouth.
[Building the Gates of Destruction is a horse. It is the task of building a bridge for the 72 demons of the polar hell to cross, each leading an army conscripted from their territory. Our last row are the pilots who came over here for that.]
“…”
[You may have thought that the war ended after you died, but that’s a big mistake. On the other side of the world line, we just finished our work and fell behind. Now, the remaining humans in the other world face true destruction against the remaining 62 demons. You should be glad you died and were brought to me before then.]
Andras looked at Vikir.
Then he opened his mouth, emitting darkness and stench from his eyes.
[Even now, it’s not too late. If you tell me the identity and location of my sister, I’ll close this door even now. I also don’t want to send up what I can finish on my line. Interfering with the world is such a complicated thing.]
“……”
[It’s not the world you used to live in, but wouldn’t this world feel more friendly now? Do you want this world to be destroyed like the other world, which is wrong anyway?]
Andras created countless illusions in the dark cloud he created.
Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-
It was drawing all the ties that Bikir had met and all the people he had met so far.
‘Don’t try to handle everything alone. You’ve come this far, think of the people who think of you.’
‘Everyone gathered here is following Vikir. Aren’t they ready to follow Bikir wherever he goes?’
‘I’m always watching, so you stop going in. I can’t do it, even if it hurts my health.’
‘Stop fighting. It’s time for Hyung-ah to be disturbed.’
‘……Are you going to the imperial castle? I’ve only come across it in literature.’
The voices passing by my ears are as vivid as if they are coming from the side.
Camu, who always occupied the seat next to me.
Dolores, who has been silently supporting her without making any difficult noises.
Iyan, who not only saved his life, but also went through life and death many times.
Sinclair chose to stay by Vikir’s side after overcoming the conflict and anguish in her heart.
Kirko left her hometown and followed without a word in the terrible war to come.
And that’s not all.
The friends I met in the sea of red and black mountains.
The friends I met at the Colosseo Academy.
The ties that were entangled in the Nouvelle Vague.
The triplets, Hive, Middle, and Low, who first met as enemies in the Baskervilles and became trustworthy servants.
The eldest son, Osiris, who has always felt distant and cold, but now looks like an older brother who is not good at expressing emotions.
The seven counts now have a bond in their own way.
……and feelings for Hugo that I still can’t explain.
And it reminds me of countless other faces that only look at me.
The darkness in my vision shuddered loudly. The visions surrounded Bikir and moved so vividly that they could be caught if touched.
[Now, you have no other options. If you want to close the portal, accept my offer.]
Andras, knowing full well that Vikir will never be able to defeat them, continues to wriggle his tongue.
however. Bikir did not waver at all.
“There is a way to kill you and close that door.”
[Are you still dreaming! The portal I created cannot be closed by anyone but me! Unlike the Gates of Destruction! Have you ever seen a hole in your clothes fill up by itself? If I die, this door will remain
like this for the rest of my life!] Andras continued to urge Vikir as if he was full of energy.
But Bikir’s attitude remained firm.
“I don’t deal with the devil. I just kill.”
[You’re crazy. Are you sure you don’t intend to close this door?]
Andras’ threat was gradually materializing.
The ends of the 62 shadows that are slowly cast over the dimensional door gather toward Bikir.
However, despite this, Bikir maintains a consistent attitude.
“No. It can be closed.”
At that, Andras tried to shout out loud.
……just then.
Andras, who had just choked up the words ‘How did you do it!’, could only hear the sound of the wind blowing.
Fuuk-
A sword that sticks out through the chest.
The blade from the rear, which pierced the back and came out of the chest, was supplying hot mana to the dimension door and pierced Andras’ heart.
[…?]
Andras’ face instantly changed to that of the 1st Crown Prince, Jack Meridue.
Chick-Geek-
His head spins slowly like a rusty clockwork.
Before long, the scenery behind the back of the head comes into view.
There lay a heavy coffin attached to a chain.
An item that Bikir had been carrying on his shoulder ever since he entered the imperial palace, no, from the time he sailed from Tochika.
The lid of the coffin, which was as heavy as the sense of duty, guilt, and resentment and hatred towards demons that the old demon hunter had kept in his heart all his life, was now wide open.
And the being that was lying there is now driving a knife into Andras’ back.
Upon recognizing his face, the prince’s eyes widened as if they would tear.
The owner of the hand holding the hilt.
He piggies right away.
It was just Piggy without a last name.
An inferior student at the academy. A weak friend who always followed Bikir.
But for some reason, the brilliance emanating from his eyes now overwhelmed Andras, who was facing his gaze.
Eventually, Andras groped through the mouth of the prince.
[Golding… Golding Ralph. Golding Piggy Ralphrad… No, Andras!]
The 2nd Crown Prince, one of the two bloodlines that connect the imperial family.
At the same time, the first of the tens of thousands of times, another heteromorphic Andras, who was also a heteromorphic Andras, stood there.
1st Crown Prince and 2nd Crown Prince. And the heterogeneous beings gathered in one place.
< 'First Time' Andras >
Risk Level: S+
Size: ?
Discovery Location: ‘Serpent’s Womb’ in the depths of the Gate of Destruction
– also known as ‘The First Corpse’.
One of the ten plagues leading to the natural enemy of mankind, incomprehensible and unkillable.
“Both worlds will be dark.”
– 『Ten Commandments』 10:上 –
It was the appearance of a true first poem.
