[Oh, he's the demon hunter from back then. Is this the first time since the trial in Nakajaniye?]"… … ."
Vikir did not answer Flauros' question.
Conversing with the devil in itself was a draining act, and I didn't feel it was worth answering.
So, Bikir decided to just give a short well-wishes.
"die."
The magic sword Beelzebub emitted a dark red aura.
… Flash!
Since there was no guarantee that he could be killed in one hit anyway, Vikir chose Type 4, which he was most confident with.
Herbivore showing four teeth.
It was the strongest attack in my previous life, and it has become the most comfortable attack in this life.
Not only does it consume very little mana, but it is also more skillful than breathing.
Vikir's sword strike perfectly controlled all four directions and bit into Flauros' space.
However, Flauros' skill with a spear was also quite high level.
'Solo Ouroboros'. A deadly weapon and a terrifying artifact that creates red death.
Flauros said with a grin.
[Demon Sword Chilgwita… … Among them, is it Beelzebub? You use a good weapon. However, there are many other weapons made from the remains of ancient demon constellations. At that time, there were more than one devil constellation. This is exactly the case with my window.]Are these the remains of demons who lived in some distant past?
The two weapons containing poison were clashing fiercely, creating countless sparks.
Quack!
The red evil spirit and the black sun clash.
Before I knew it, Vikir was dealing with Flauros at peak power.
"Sigh-"
Vikir stepped back, spitting blood that had turned red from the plague poison.
Madame's poison was rapidly circulating in her body.
Madame's poison bubbling along the blood vessels consumes all the plague poison coming from outside the body and spreads throughout the body.
It had been a long time since this had caused such a strong reaction, and it seemed that the Red Death was perhaps perceived as the appearance of an unusual rival.
… Pak!
Ouroboros struck down the magic sword Beelzebub with the tips of its two blades.
At the same time, the part of the hilt made from the handle of the Maw tree hit Vikir on the head.
"… … !"
Bikir, who tilted his head back to avoid it, had a scar on his forehead.
It was a wound so severe that even the Basilisk's regenerative power could not easily regenerate it.
[It is a sack made by carving out fragments of the Narak Tree. When Amdusias was annihilated, I also obtained some fragments.]The eyes of Flauros, who was smiling obnoxiously, were still full of composure.
at that time.
"Bikir!"
"Vikir!"
"Brother!"
Red, white, gold. Three sparkling lights erupted from either side and behind Vikir.
Camus, Dolores, and Sinclair were supporting Bikir.
Soon, the firestorm created by Camus, the divine power created by Dolores, and the totality of Sinclair's magic and financial power were aimed at Flauros in front.
Wow, Wow, Wow!
The sound of powerful intangible forces colliding and distorting each other.
As the earth's axis repeatedly breaks and attaches, the surrounding landscape naturally changes.
Even in the midst of the struggle, Flauros looked at Vikir and his companions and opened his mouth as if in wonder.
[You guys fight really hard for others. There will be no benefit to you personally in confronting me... … ]Let's join forces and fight. It was a sight that the devil would certainly not understand.
The devil is basically a being who engages in a 'fight of all against all.'
To begin with, the devil is a concept created by humans, so it is not grouped into a single species.
For example, Andrealphus at number 3 and Cimmeries at number 4 are as far apart as a goldfish and a grasshopper, if only based on biological characteristics.
Because Vikir knew that, he could understand Flauros' puzzlement to some extent.
"You might not be able to sympathize with beings who don't know how to do anything other than fight and steal."
[Isn't that the same for you too? In the first place, humans are a deteriorated version of the devil. The part you occupy in this worldview could be better performed by demons.]Flauros grinned and continued thrusting his spear.
Apart from the swinging spear, the devil's tongue also continued to wriggle like a snake.
[By now, my German soldiers have probably started the siege. I'm very excited to see how long your colleagues at Tochka will endure.]"… … !"
Vikir gritted his teeth.
It seemed that Leviathan's German army had finally begun the battle to annihilate Tochka.
It is unclear how well those who were already holding out without water will be able to fend off the army of powerful mutants.
It was fortunate that we had Major General Orca and the Marquis de Sade, but in the end, there was nothing we could do in the face of the overwhelming difference in military strength.
[There is no hope for you guys. I can't find water and I can't protect my comrades. I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of facial expressions you guys will make when you see that all the humans in Tochka have become poisonous.]The expressions of everyone in the death squad distorted after hearing Flauros' words.
But it is also true that there is nothing to refute.
So Camus, Dolores, Sinclair, Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and Bianca all just gritted their teeth and widened their eyes.
… … Except for Bikir.
"You underestimate human power too much."
Flauros narrowed his eyes in surprise at Vikir's words.
[Is the current situation something that can be resolved through our own strength?]"You don't know that."
[I understand? Hahaha - out of all of these, you seemed to have the most realistic personality, didn't you?]"That's why I say it."
[…] … ?]After finishing speaking, Bikir drew out Beelzebub even longer.
8th meal. The black sun rotates even more fiercely, pressing down on Flauros.
Eventually, the distance between Vikir and Flauros narrowed to the point where their noses were touching.
Wudduk-duk!
At the forefront where energy clashed with energy, Vikir whispered into Flauros' ear.
"The future cannot be predicted carelessly. "It changes again just when you expect it."
[…] … .]"Like right now."
[…] … ?]The moment Flauros tilts his head.
… Pow!
My vision flashes black for a moment.
Flauros shook his head in shock, as if his neck had been ripped out.
An iron sword the size of a child's forearm was stuck in his temple and was trembling.
An arrow much stronger than the one fired by Bianca.
How tough does the bowstring have to be to send off such a large and thick sniper?
And how strong do you have to be to pull off such a protest?
Even Flauros had experienced such a powerful arrow before.
A memory of how everything almost went to waste with just one carelessness.
That night when my life was truly in danger.
[…] … no way!?]The moment Flauros turns his head in shock.
Pugh-
Another arrow flew in and landed right in the center between Flauros' eyes.
[Huh!?]Flauros retreats, spraying black blood.
And a thin shadow flutters over the cliff behind it.
"It's been a while, West."
A female warrior giving a brief greeting to Bikir.
Bikir, seeing her face, could not help but sigh with relief in many ways.
Ayen. Balak's female warrior. A colleague who was imprisoned at Level Ten in the Nouvelle Vague has appeared again.
Iyen grinned at Vikir and also greeted the night walkers behind him.
"There are some people I saw and some I didn't. Anyway, please take care of me."
"That! "Where can you pretend to be friends!?"
As Camus gritted his teeth and shouted, Iyen's eyes narrowed.
"why? Do you want to get ripped off again?"
"Aaaah! "You're behind!"
Camus was showing even stronger hostility than when he was fighting the devil.
But their confrontation was stopped by another person.
[Hohohoho- If it's Ouroboros, then your name is the same as mine? Isn't it theft?]A thick whip flew out and hit Flauros' body.
Sadi. A female professor who went all the way to the Nouvelle Vague to save her grandfather, the Marquis de Sade.
She activated Belial's eyeball and appeared as a demon, blocking Flauros' path.
… slam!
The whip swung like a snake and cut into pieces all the poisonous people around.
Iyen was also sending arrows and punching holes in Flauros' body.
"I almost caught them all before, but then lost them. "I won't miss it this time."
Iyen, who came from Balak's hunting camp, once infiltrated the Leviathan family alone and attempted to assassinate the head of the family, Hobbes, but failed.
Chasing the same game twice is considered shameful to Balak's hunters.
Therefore, it is natural that Iyen is waging a revenge battle here and now.
… pop!
Flauros hit the ground with an annoyed expression and dodged the arrow.
Flauros forced out the two arrows stuck in his head and growled, showing his fangs like those of a leopard.
[Fate does not change just because two miscellaneous things increase.]Right then.
"two?"
There was one more voice that reached Flauros' ears.
[…] … !?]When did you catch up?
Even though he didn't even notice his presence, the opponent was right behind Flauros.
Squeezing through the gap created by Iyen and Sadi.
… slam!
A large leech clung to Flauros' back.
Demon sword Asmodeus.
A terrifying weapon that sucks the blood of the person it stabs.
It was taking away every ounce of life from Flauros' body.
[Khaha!?]For the first time, a bloody scream came out of Flauros' mouth.
"… … ."
Vikir narrowed his eyes at the face of the person holding Flauros' back tightly.
A body connected to the demon sword Asmodeus, black veins covering the entire body, and a black aura fluttering fiercely over the shoulders.
black tongue.
An old acquaintance from Nouvelle Vague, whom I thought I would never encounter again, was glaring in this direction.