Camus began to show his power in earnest.
"I've been hiding my powers a little for fear of freaking out the other kids… … !"
As she released mana, the wraith tree began to shake its branches in accordance with the flow.
Skull-shaped wraiths move ominously.
The hanging corpses seem to swing like pendulums.
Each and every one of them was a vicious criminal or demon during their lifetime.
Oooh... …
Even after death, they failed to attain Buddhahood and became the source of Camus' magical power, straining them to their limits.
With a cry that sounded like he was vomiting blood.
"I'll show you something cool right now!"
Camus simultaneously drew dozens of magic circles in the air.
Each one was an intense salt-based magic and iron-based magic.
… Puff puff puff!
A ground-to-air missile that pursues its target until the end.
The huge iron skewers that rose from the ground rose into the sky, engulfed in flames and drawing red-hot trails, and soon fell towards their target and were pierced.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!
The axis of the earth is torn and twisted, and countless pillars of fire are spewing out.
A mushroom-shaped dust cloud was rising along with a large-scale earthquake.
But it wasn't just Camus who was active.
"I will show you demons the horrors of man-made capitalism."
Sinclair. A woman who became the world's greatest wife by becoming the head of the bourgeois conglomerate.
She took off the 'rich hat' she was wearing.
Then, the mother and child awaken and reveal their hidden abilities.
Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalgang-Jalgang-Jalgang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang-Jalrang
Huge amounts of gold coins started pouring out of the hat.
It was an inventory ability that could store an infinite amount of money.
"Do you remember this money? "It is a legacy left behind by Belial."
Money is power. Wasn't that the banner of Belial?
As Sinclair raised his mana, amplified by his enormous wealth, the gold coins sticking out of the hat came together and changed its appearance.
[U-uh-uh-uh!]A huge golem made of gold rose up behind Sinclair.
It was as large as a fairly large building and began to imitate Sinclair's body movements.
… Quack! thud! Wow!
The golden golem also raised its heavy fist and started hitting the target.
It was a sight as if the fear of golden omnipotence was being expressed with the whole body.
"Wow - they really are another class."
"I can't believe it's a motive."
"Ugh! "I will also find and do what I can!"
"As much as I am behind, I have no choice but to train until I die."
Tudor, Piggy, Sancho, and Bianca clicked their tongues as they saw Camus and Sinclair exploding firepower in the distance.
Meanwhile, Dolores was expanding the sacred shield further and pushing out the poisoners in the rear.
'We must hold out until Vikir comes!'
Currently, Camus and Sinclair are showing combat power that exceeds expectations, so there is hope.
Watching the ground explode and tear apart in real time before my eyes makes me wonder if it might be possible to hunt demons without Vikir.
… … But it soon turned out that that was an excessive expectation.
[Hehehe - Young people these days are so lively. There is no time for an old man to wear a mask.]A being that emerges through the rising mushroom clouds.
He was no longer Hobbes de Leviathan.
A face transformed into that of a wild beast, a black mane, eyes burning yellow like fire brimstone, and a long spear in his hand.
Risk level: S+
size : ?
Location of discovery: Deep inside the Gate of Destruction, 'Snake's Womb'
-aka 'second corpse'.
A natural enemy of mankind, one of the ten plagues known as incomprehensible and unkillable.
"I will turn the water into blood."
– 『Ten Commandments』 10:1 –
This time. Among the protagonists who led the era of destruction, the being who held the second highest position appeared.
Flauros said, grunting and extinguishing the flames on his skin.
[It's a revenant tree, it's been a while since I've seen you. It would be perfect to make it with the handle of my spear.]After speaking, Flauros raised the spear in his hand.
It was like two living snakes turned into spear blades.
The shaft of the spear was made of dried tree trunk, and Dolores recognized the material at a glance.
"Naraksu!"
[Hehehe- That's right. This is the tree that Amdusias cherished.]Flauros grabbed the spear and swung it once, knocking away all the golden waves.
At the tip of the devil's spear, two snakes tangle and move.
It was the snake that created the Red Death.
"… … "Is that the artifact that creates the Red Death?"
Tudor, who lost his father due to the plague, rolled his eyes.
bang!
Tudor hit the ground with all his might and stretched Gungnir forward.
A slash like a tidal wave hit Flauros.
Flauros whistled and turned his head to the side.
[Oh - Is this the body that Cimmeries was looking for? It's not bad.]Tudor's slash missed by a single piece of paper.
And the price did not end with the weight of a single piece of paper.
Teong-
The spear Ouroboros struck the spear Gungnir and forcibly distorted its orbit.
Then, two snakes crawled through the gap like ghosts and pressed Tudor's neck to the ground.
"Whoa!?"
Tudor rolled around on the floor, vomiting blood.
It happened in one blow.
"Tudor!"
Bianca immediately took up the bow.
Running forward, a powerful sniper shot is aimed at Flauros' head.
Wow-
As soon as the arrow hit the exact center of Flauros' face and a dull noise erupted, Bianca grabbed Tudor and lifted him up.
But Tudor's complexion was pale.
"Bianca! back!"
"!?"
It was a misjudgment to think that the arrow hit the target just by seeing it hit the face.
Where Bianca turned her head, she saw Flauros smiling, biting an arrowhead with his teeth.
[This is the body Andrealphus wanted. Guys, why did they say it was so urgent that they went first... … ]Eventually, Flauros stretched out his hands and brought them to Tudor and Bianca.
[I will make you both independent. Following the will of our comrades... … hmm!?]However, Flauros' speech was interrupted midway.
Fit-
A thin slash flew past Flauros' cheek.
[…] … .]Flauros, who seemed calm despite Camus and Dolores' joint attack, took two steps back for some reason.
And there was an unexpected person standing in front of him.
Piggy.
A man standing in front for his friends even though his legs were shaking.
"Get away from my friends!"
Piggy swung his sword and released an aura.
As he goes through the Colosseo Academy and survives in a barren world, his aura becomes stronger and blows like a strong wind.
And there was one special thing about Piggy's slash.
It was said that he put his own blood on the tip of the knife.
[…] … ! … … ! … … !]Flauros frowned as he saw numerous small scars forming on his forearms.
[is it. Is it a strange body? It is also a closed type. This is why I hated that guy so much.]Flauros' expression, which had been relaxed until now, changed.
[I never thought I would meet an 'identical ideal' ahead of my great work. Is it worthwhile to abandon the civil war and come this far?]Soon, the devil's terrifying eyes were fixed on Piggy.
"Hi!"
Piggy trembled but did not back down.
Flauros' hand was slowly moving towards Piggy.
at that time.
"friend! backwards!"
"Get out! "Something is suspicious!"
Tudor and Bianca grabbed Piggy's arms and immediately fell back.
Tudor's spear and Bianca's sniping deflected Flauros' arm.
Tudor and Bianca, with Piggy at a distance behind them, spoke.
"Looking at you, it looks like that guy is targeting you."
"Well, I've felt it since the Naraksu period. "It seems like there's definitely something to you?"
Tudor and Bianca, who were quick-witted, were protecting Piggy early on.
"Huh? Guys - I'm not that special of a person... … ."
"Get back now!"
A huge ax flew from behind and cut Flauros down.
Sancho hugged Tudor, Bianca, and Piggy all at once and stepped back.
And in front of them came the bombardment of Camus and Sinclair.
… Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
Flauros stretched out his spear as if he was annoyed and blocked the combined attack of Camus and Sinclair.
[Troublesome things.]However, Flauros could not relax just like that.
… Woe!
The firepower that Camus and Sinclair were pouring in contained a slightly different energy than before.
That is sacred white heat! It was a blessing given by Dolores herself.
Camus and Sinclair, who received the saint's buff, poured out flames tinged with divine power and began to burn away the Red Death.
Only then did Flauros' expression harden.
[How annoying. Since we don't know what will happen in the future, it is right to organize things in advance.]The direction that Flauros' spear headed first was where Camus was.
[First, starting with the four most annoying years… … ]The two snake heads aimed at Camus were spewing out a level of malice that ordinary humans could not endure.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!
A dark red storm arises and sweeps away the surroundings.
Fragments of aura and poison scatter like powder, tearing and burning everything around.
"Ugh!?"
Camus gritted his teeth as he saw the wraith tree shaking violently.
Is it because it has not yet taken deep root in the world of imagination?
It seems that a little more time was needed to join the ranks of giant trees.
Patsutsut- Tsutsutsutsu-
A shield was hastily created and deployed, but it was unable to block the entire aftermath.
The thick skin covering my body began to burn away, exposing my bare skin.
I raised my mana to the maximum, but it was not enough to block Flauros' power alone, which was focused only in this direction.
"Camus!?"
I saw my colleagues rushing towards me and being blocked by the Germans.
At the moment of desperation, Camus gritted his teeth.
After going through many hardships, we reached the water source here, but there was no water.
In fact, I felt death from that moment.
Because at some point, the threshold of death was hovering in the corner of my vision.
'… … Is this the end?'
Camus thought as he swallowed down the blood that was welling up in his eyes.
I slowly lose strength. My body was slowly falling apart.
The moment she was about to collapse.
fluttering-
Camus's body, which was almost half naked, was covered with a black hem of blood.
"It's a composition of memories."
And there is one black knight blocking her path.
"… … iced coffee."
Camus let out a weak groan.
Even though my vision is blurry, for some reason I can see the man's face clearly.
Bikir. Hounds of the night.
He was facing Flauros.