Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 61 - Self-Proclaimed Demon King (2)

The demon’s item to be sacrificed for exorcism.

 

I bought it in advance.

 

Getting it wasn’t difficult at all.

 

The pace of the reconstruction in the Yusra Kingdom was beyond imagination.

 

Along with the basic stores, the auction house was opened.

 

It was also an auction house operated by the Arcana system.

 

Besides, this was an exorcism ritual prepared for the demon king.

 

‘I’m glad I earned it diligently.’

 

The number of the demon’s items I had.

 

It couldn’t even put a dent in my bank account balance.

 

I realized it once again.

 

I didn’t know about Grandfel, but I was a slave to capitalism.

 

Then I pulled out the demon’s item.

 

The more offerings I had, the stronger the effect of the ritual.

 

[‘Lady’s Jewelry Box’ has been chosen as the sacrifice.]

 

[‘Strangled Necktie’ has been chosen as the sacrifice]

 

I added those items as sacrifices for the exorcism.

 

Just like that, the exorcism began.

 

I immediately manifested my magic.

 

Sss–

 

I explored the ash powder floating in the air.

 

I interfered with it using the [aesthetic] stat.

 

I manifested a flame by adding aesthetic flair.

 

Crackle–!

 

“Shut ugly mouth. You self-proclaimed demon king.”

 

Since he had great esthetic sense.

 

Grandfel couldn’t help but detest that ugly appearance.

 

In that sense, Decarabia was hard to look at.

 

Because it was the kind of thing you would only see in horror movies, the gore ones.

 

But I didn’t look away.

 

‘The opponent is the demon king.’

 

Considering the level of the commanders.

 

His level was at least 600.

 

Compared to Greed of the Seven Deadly Sins, he might have the upper hand.

 

Well, because Greed of the Seven Deadly Sins was not in a normal state.

 

It was natural that I couldn’t look away.

 

In addition.

 

Crackle–!

 

There was a resident of Frost who had been swallowed up by him.

 

By adding an aesthetic flair, the flame burned sublimely.

 

They were in the burning flesh.

 

His last appearance.

 

This guy’s pride couldn’t turn a blind eye to it.

 

Decarabia screamed, wriggling in the flames.

 

“…Y-You!!”

 

Me?

 

What about me.

 

I didn’t answer.

 

Because I refrained from unnecessary conversations with prey.

 

At my cold response.

 

Perhaps because the flame didn’t burn him enough.

 

He shook off the flames and continued.

 

“…Yeah, I get it. I came into the ‘consciousness’.”

 

As expected of the king of demons. The demon king.

 

To think he was aware of the exorcism.

 

Actually, it shouldn’t be surprising.

 

Suddenly, I recalled the words of the Akshan demon hunters.

 

– Not many demon hunters survived facing demon kings.

 

They were strong enough to be called the demon hunter’s arch-enemy.

 

Since he was the demon king, it wouldn’t be easy.

 

Spark–

 

Decarabia’s burning flesh began to regenerate.

 

He smirked.

 

“You are arrogant, human. Inviting a demon king to this body, to the ritual.”

 

Decarabia trembled with emotion.

 

“This feeling is not bad. Yes, I’ll match you.”

 

Indeed, he was different from the demons who were helpless in the exorcism ritual.

 

As expected of a demon king, Decarabia was unperturbed.

 

He even looked relaxed.

 

As the Akshan Demon Hunters put it.

 

It was probably natural for demon kings to prey on demon hunters.

 

But I knew that.

 

“Know your place.”

 

『Perhaps what the demons should be most wary of is not the demon hunter class, but the human named Grandfel himself.』

 

Even if he was a demon king.

 

He couldn’t scratch Grandfel’s lofty self-consciousness.

 

A mental battle in an exorcism ritual?

 

From the beginning, the winner was Grandfel.

 

It had been decided by me.

 

Therefore.

 

“I have no intention of mingling with an inferior race.”

 

Exploration, interference, manifestation.

 

I drove Decarabia.

 

Without the slightest hesitation.

 

So what if I couldn’t manifest a stone pillar?

 

That magic was just to save mana rather than to land a fatal blow.

 

It was just a struggle to do things without effort but with minimal investment.

 

Since entering Frost.

 

I never manifested magic with greater power than that…!

 

What meaning of these words was simple.

 

‘The mana I have left is sufficient.’

 

It meant I had room for mana.

 

Naturally, I had no intention of wasting that mana.

 

The active state of [Natural Enemy Relationship].

 

My magic power had risen, but because of my insignificant level.

 

My absolute magical power was terrible.

 

‘What’s important is the cost-effectiveness.’

 

As always.

 

In my own way.

 

What I had and what I didn’t have.

 

I had no choice but to bring it all.

 

Crackle–!

 

Two completely different concepts.

 

The fusion of magic and science.

 

The inspiration Marcelo gave me was manifested as advanced magic.

 

‘Although I said it grandly.’

 

It was only at the elementary level.

 

However, I had properly confirmed its efficiency.

 

So that I could manifest continuously for a long time.

 

Without additional mana consumption.

 

‘Regardless of the power of the magic manifested…!’

 

A storm of flames that showed no signs of fading.

 

The firestorm burned even more as it engulfed the flames of Frost, which turned into hell.

 

There was an aesthetic flair added to the interference process.

 

Only to judge the demon king.

 

Like a flame from heaven.

 

The storm of flames began to move alive.

 

“Wait, the road is open?”

 

It paved the way for those who were preparing for narrow attacks.

 

“…How dare you!”

 

Decarabia’s movements were blocked so that he couldn’t move even a single finger.

 

“Wow! It’s amazing!”

 

The mage among mages.

 

Even Jesse, who was called a disciple of the archmage, moved her pointed heat and admired it.

 

But it was too early to be surprised.

 

My struggle had just begun.

 

Sss–

 

I raised my mana one after another.

 

‘I’m not Jessie, and I can’t use magic like that.’

 

This time, it wasn’t just the ordinary mana, it was the ‘right mana’.

 

Not a stat.

 

It was the right mana based on the life and past of the manifester.

 

‘…Whatever it is, it’s still a good thing.’

 

Whether the source of that suitable mana was my middle school second-year syndrome, or whatever.

 

I didn’t waste the talent of black magic recognized by Matis, the founder of black magic.

 

I manifested intermediate black magic, 『Black Tube』.

 

Its effect was to deprive the enemy of their senses.

 

“…!”

 

The first thing I took away was his mouth.

 

[‘Silence’ occurs to the demon king, Dekarabia.]

 

But his mouth was just the beginning.

 

Black magic was also magic.

 

Black Tube also had a lasting effect.

 

Yes, to be precise, every time he shuddered in fear.

 

One by one, his senses.

 

They disappeared beyond the deep darkness.

 

At the sight of the frozen Decarabia, I opened my mouth.

 

“Self-proclaimed demon king.”

 

I returned what he said.

 

“What does it feel to have your arrogance hit the ground?”

 

*

…Demon hunter!

 

Now he knew.

 

The reason why the human dared to be so arrogant.

 

Decarabia was unperturbed.

 

“…Yeah, I get it. I came into the ‘consciousness’.”

 

A demon hunter?

 

Weren’t they the ones who had been terribly killed in the holy war?

 

It had been quite a while, but thinking about it again, they were truly like moths on fire.

 

‘They were the most stupid of all humans.’

 

He dared to summon a demon king into his consciousness.

 

In an instant.

 

Decarabia made a judgment.

 

‘Except for his presumptuous ego, he has an excellent body.’

 

Exorcism.

 

After overpowering Hoyeol in the mental battle.

 

He would claim Hoyeol’s body.

 

Well, there seemed to be a lot of things that could be done in that body.

 

‘There is no need to overdo it.’

 

Above all, even for him, fighting a lot of people was a burden.

 

That didn’t mean he was running away.

 

Like when he captured Frost.

 

He was looking for the right time.

 

“Yes, I’ll match you.”

 

But that plan came to nothing.

 

“What is this?”

 

He definitely had entered the body’s consciousness.

 

The king of demons, the demon king.

 

In other words, his existence alone evoked fear.

 

By his mere presence in their consciousness.

 

Most demon hunters would have gone mad.

 

But Hoyeol was fine.

 

No, he was overwhelming Decarabia beyond normal.

 

Crackle–!

 

“!”

 

A soaring flame.

 

A spiral of flames was connected to the sky.

 

Decarabia pushed himself.

 

‘This is not reality.’

 

It was just an exaggeration he created.

 

Even if he realized that fact, he couldn’t help but doubt it.

 

A significant human.

 

How could he overwhelm a demon king in mental strength?

 

‘How dare you tell me to know my place…?’

 

Decarabia didn’t give in.

 

He could just block the flames by transforming the minerals.

 

This city, Frost, had enough minerals, including stones.

 

The moment he thought so.

 

“…Hmph?!”

 

His tongue didn’t move.

 

No voice came out.

 

He could tell intuitively.

 

That man was using a trick…!

 

‘Is it magic? No, it’s not just magic…’

 

But even if he knew that.

 

The current situation didn’t make sense.

 

The moment Decarabia hesitated.

 

Something flew through the burning flames.

 

Swoosh!

 

It was an arrow.

 

Hit!

 

Decarabia was furious at the arrow stuck in his flesh.

 

‘…How dare a human!!’

 

If it weren’t for the firestorm that blocked his view…!

 

But the arrow baptism was just the beginning.

 

This time, magic and dagger flew from all sides.

 

Among them, a fatal blow was mixed.

 

Decarabia could not hide his bewilderment.

 

‘I…?’

 

His arrival was as perfect as the countless sacrifices.

 

But why.

 

He was so helpless…?

 

No.

 

Not yet.

 

Decarabaria shouted with all his might.

 

“…Ugh!”

 

What were the commanders of the demon army doing!?

 

Their king was under attack!

 

They should give their lives!

 

But soon, he realized.

 

“…!”

 

There were no more commanders of the demon army and the demon army.

 

He had swallowed those who survived as his sacrifices.

 

Realizing the fact, he recalled Hoyeol’s cold voice.

 

– Self-proclaimed demon king.

 

Indeed.

 

He had no more people to call himself the king.

 

At that moment.

 

Beep–

 

His ears deafened.

 

…He didn’t hear any sound.

 

Even the sound of himself shouting.

 

Decarabia glared at Hoyeol.

 

‘…It can’t end like this.’

 

Demon hunter.

 

As much as he knew their existence, he knew the dangers they posed as well.

 

The fact that if he died in their hands.

 

He couldn’t be resurrected again.

 

Flash–

 

Thousands of eyes sprouted from Decarabia’s flesh.

 

He had to find a way to break it.

 

The eyeballs, which had been rolling at high speed, stopped all at once.

 

‘…Yes.’

 

More sacrifices.

 

He needed more blood and flesh.

 

Decarabia aimed for easier prey.

 

‘Did you think I wouldn’t know you were hiding?’

 

Residents of Frost that were hiding in the building.

 

His reason for keeping them alive was simple.

 

The fear of the living became his strength.

 

But it was over now.

 

‘Be my flesh and blood.’

 

Decarabia’s pentagram began to rotate.

 

Frost’s buildings were built of minerals.

 

For him, who knew all the minerals, collapsing the building was simple.

 

Look.

 

Like now.

 

Because of the loss of his hearing, he couldn’t hear collapse.

 

But that sight was clear.

 

The buildings collapsed and the dust was rising.

 

However…

 

‘What is it this time?’

 

There was no blood or flesh to be seen.

 

But something touched Decarabia’s flesh.

 

What flew in was a small piece of stone.

 

A figure glimpsed through the burning flames.

 

It was the people of Frost.

 

“?!!”

 

Weak humans and human younglings.

 

They should be hiding in the shadows.

 

They were throwing stones at him.

 

Decarabia’s eyes stared at their faces.

 

‘…How?’

 

From those weak, weak humans.

 

He no longer felt fear.

 

Those eyes were like the eyes of those who didn’t let go of their weapons even when they were dying.

 

Yeah, just like the Frost soldiers.

 

Decarabia’s flesh twitched.

 

He couldn’t understand it at all.

 

Not only Hoyeol, but also the human race.

 

Decarabia raved.

 

I killed them all!

 

I killed a mother who was trying to protect her child!

 

I killed a child in front of their mother!

 

And yet they didn’t give in.

 

And yet they didn’t understand fear.

 

Do humans not even know fear because they are stupid?

 

Decarabia was in turmoil.

 

He stopped completely moving in the flames.

 

After all, now that his last desperate effort had come to nothing.

 

There was nothing he could do.

 

The fire began to burn his flesh.

 

In his burning vision.

 

Decarabia looked at Hoyeol.

 

‘You can hear it, even if others can’t.’

 

This was in his consciousness.

 

Decarabia asked.

 

‘Why? Why don’t humans give in?’

 

What’s the point of getting back up if you fall down?

 

What’s the point of jumping into fear.

 

If they know they can’t handle it?

 

To that question, he no longer had the face of a demon king.

 

Decarabia screamed.

 

‘…Please! I am begging you! Let me know!’

 

But no answer came back.

 

Hoyeol’s mouth was tightly closed.

 

As if he wouldn’t have unnecessary conversations with his prey.

 

‘Please! Pleaseeee!!’

 

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“Die with your doubts. That is the price of your sin.”

 

The conclusion.

 

That simple fact.

 

There was no way Decarabia would know.

 

I looked at the burning flame.

 

The flame burned intensely.

 

As if it wouldn’t turn off.

 

Plop–

 

Frost’s survivors sank to the ground.

 

“…It’s all over.”

 

“Sniff”

 

“Father, Mother… Sniff.”

 

And they started to sob.

 

As if mourning for those who left first.

 

The flames of Decarabia.

 

Those who were swallowed up by him.

 

They burned sublimely without a single handful left.

 

It started to fade only after the cremation was finished.

 

Soon, a message came up in front of me.

 

[Your level has gone up.]

 

[Your level has gone up.]

 

[Your level has gone up.]…

 

Level-up messages constantly appeared.

 

[You’ve met the conditions.]

 

[You will be rewarded.]

 

[You’ve recaptured Frost.]

 

[You’ve entered the Northern City, ‘Frost’.]…

 

In addition, there were messages that were difficult to see at a glance.

 

Through the mess of messages.

 

Something white started flying.

 

Harkon spoke in a low voice.

 

“Sir Hoyeol, do you know? Frost calls snow a gift from heaven. There is a superstition that if you refuse the gift from heaven, you will be punished by heaven. Because it snows a lot in the north. It must be nothing more than a made-up plausible story to clear the snow.”

 

He continued bitterly.

 

“But for today. I want to regard this snow as a gift from heaven.”

 

I also looked up at the sky.

 

Snow from Hokkaido was pouring down on Frost.

 

*

 

[You’ve met the conditions.]

 

They accomplished the conditions of the quest [Recapture Frost].

 

No one said anything at first.

 

Each player confirmed their contribution.

 

– Current contribution: 3,210p

 

– Current contribution: 2,940p

 

– Current contribution: 1,570p…

 

“…Ha, how much is your contribution?”

 

“You go first.”

 

“Offer the starting number first. Is it over 2,000?”

 

Whether it was above expectations or below expectations.

 

At this moment.

 

Most players had the same idea.

 

Indeed, how much contribution did Lee Hoyeol gain?

 

What kind of reward would he get based on that contribution?

 

At the same time, the players’ eyes turned toward Hoyeol.

 

“I wonder if it’s about 10,000…?”

 

“Well. It’s just over the limit.”

 

“But what’s with his expression? Is it lower than expected? Is it perhaps not enough for him?!”

 

But even if they looked into that face.

 

“But, Lee Hoyeol always has that expression.”

 

As expected, they couldn’t even guess.

 

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I checked the contribution.