Genius Warlock-Episode 486
486. a noble being (1)
I was chosen.
Fans never once doubted this fact. Because his mother said so. She was a mother who was younger and more beautiful than anyone else..
Also, the mother said.
In fact, he is a descendant of a forgotten royal family, and his fans are also royals. That is, a prince..
It should have been an obvious fact. Otherwise, there's no way my mother would tell me whether it's snowing or raining, every morning and night.?
I am royalty, you are a prince, I am royalty, you are a prince... I heard it until my ears were pounding..
Of course, people around her just laughed at this and threw stones, but my mother didn't care..
He said it was just that the world was stained with sin and became wrong and strange for a while..
I had no doubt that when the time ticked, the prince would appear and punish the wrong world and save them..
He said he saw that scene in his dream... A prince who shines brighter than anyone else, 36 great beings who follow him, numerous apostles, and a great war. A new era that will begin with that..
‘Stop it you crazy bitch! What kind of prince is a prince!! stop talking nonsense!’
Fans believed it..
Otherwise, how could he survive in a world of hunger, cold, violence, harsh labor, and worse??
Why is it the greatest series without learning any black magic? Is it possible to freely manipulate the creative world and become a finger?.
My mother was right. He was a prince himself. Prince!
Aren't you summoning and subduing a demon that other fingers can't easily do??
With nails and hooks that have been prepared for decades..
The evidence is the devil's floating legs, arms wide open to both sides, and skin that is on the verge of being torn by hooks.!
This was punishment. punishment!
Punishment for greeting first and speaking politely to the devil you summoned and to the subject who is your subject.!
Isn’t it strange?! He is definitely a prince! Great prince! A prince who will punish the world! The prince my mother spoke of! Fuck! Fuck!! But, he's greeting a fixer like me instead of himself. Isn't it strange? So it's like-
-Bingle!
The devil, bound by the dark restraints and torture devices created by the fan, turned his head 180 degrees and looked back..
Until just now, I couldn't even resist and was just pierced and grabbed..
It was a natural result. The fan had used up almost all of the children's souls he had collected over the decades..
I had no idea that this level of material would be able to subdue not only an ignorant human meat cook, but also a cunning puppet master, and perhaps even the Pied Piper. Even that monster.
Although the conditions for the procedure were strict, the effect was absolute..
But it was strange. I obviously prepared thoroughly, even receiving the devil's wisdom, but the devil in front of me looked so calm..
180Enough to save the Solver by burning the Paladin while turning his head. couldn't forgive.
“I am the prince... I'm a prince······!”
The fan muttered softly. The voice was small, but it was filled with evil that rivaled any other cry. Because he was a prince himself. What if he's not a prince-
“-Aaaaaaa!! don't ignore me!!”
Pan screamed, bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Although the pain was difficult for even adults to bear, his obsession allowed him to ignore it..
“I am your prince! Obey me! I told you to kneel!!”
Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrut...!!
Chain hooks threaded tightly were pulled from all directions, pulling in the blind devil..
The devil's body, burned like firewood, seemed ready to be torn apart at any moment..
No matter how demonic he may be, if he descended into this world, he would be bound by the laws of this world. In addition, the summoned thing has substance, but it is insignificant compared to the main body..
I was able to sufficiently subdue it. It was certain because he summoned me like that on purpose. I was able to subdue it.
[apologize to the prince.]
The sound echoed from all directions, speaking to the fan. It felt like it hit my brain directly..
When the sound rang out, the devil turned his head again. Following the direction I turned.
Tdu-duk-duk.
360A neck that has turned too far. It was a very unpleasant scene, but the corners of fans' mouths went up..
Because he called himself a prince. The devil. After all, he was a prince himself. Prince. Prince. Prince······.
[Thanks to you, I was able to meet you. Say hello to the charcoal soot prince.]
The fan froze. What did that devil just say??
[Would you like another name? Broom Prince? A squat prince? Prince with testicular cancer or skin cancer?]
Pan's eyes were shaking and his breathing became rough..
The devil didn't cast any special magic. I just moved my tongue, which is my specialty, to reveal a little bit of a memory from the past..
It's a terrible memory that I don't want to recall..
A little help from the darkness doubled the effect..
[Now, now, worship! Here is the prince! Charcoal soot prince holding a broom!]
[giggle giggle!!]
[A prince? he? giggle giggle!]
[Giggling! My belly button is going to fall out.!]
[no! no! Let's make a crown out of a useless broom and wear it! You'll look like a prince!!]
[It suits you! suited!! He's a real prince!]
[Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick! Oh, I'm really dying.!]
[hey! Prince, take off your pants. That bastard has a wart under his balls! Is there anyone you want to see?! person you want to see!]
[see! see!]
[Let’s take off our pants! hold on to my arm!]
[Cry! cry!]
The darkness was obviously under the fan's control, but some of the darkness jumped out at will, transformed into the shape of a child, surrounded the fan, and shouted..
The shadow was very small and cruel, perhaps because it resembled a child..
The fluctuating emotions of the fans indirectly revealed this. The fan couldn't come to his senses, as if his heart had been cut thousands of times with a knife..
[Bow to our prince! A consumptive man with warts under his balls-]
“-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”
Pan shed tears and shattered the child-shaped shadow surrounding him..
Primal anger, humiliation, sadness, pain, hatred, self-loathing..
It was no different from when Oliver pierced Gretel's heart right in front of the meat cook..
Pan howled like an animal, with bloody tears streaming from his eyes and bloody saliva streaming from his mouth..
[shadow-!! Absorb it!! There is no need for worship! Because I don’t need any recognition! Absorb it!!]
As Pan said this, he extracted a large amount of souls with both hands to support his creatures.,
Pan's shadow, which had become one with the darkness, used the darkness imbued with the energy of hell to pull the spikes and chain hooks that bound the devil and tried to rip the devil's body apart and eat it..
This was the fan's purpose.
Depending on the material, the power of black magic can increase infinitely, so if you use the soul and body of a demon rather than a human soul, you will be able to create an absolutely invincible creature..
Before that, he tried to prove that he was a prince and tell him what an honor it was to be his material, but there was no need for it anymore. He didn't need it anymore.
“be torn apart!!!”
Hahahahaha━━!!
The angry fan shouted, and the darkness that bound the devil was torn apart..
I was torn so easily that I could feel neither despair nor elation. All I could feel was emptiness and an overwhelming difference in status..
“uh······?”
The fan made a dumb noise. How long has it been since I last made a sound like this?.
But this was a completely natural result..
One of the devil's many nicknames is the king of fire and darkness..
Pan's use of his shadow to take control of the surrounding darkness was only possible with the devil's permission in the first place..
As if to prove this, the darkness in Pan's grasp got out of control as if it had never happened before and spit out Pan's shadow..
“······!”
The shadow that was spit out like chewed gum had its entire body torn and tattered with burnt marks, probably because of the devil..
Nevertheless, he rushed at the devil with a silent shout..
The more outstanding a creature is, the more important it is on strength and survival, but this could be said to be an unusual case..
[You gave me quite a few blessings..]
The devil who was stabbed in the solar plexus by the shadow's dagger spoke. Obviously, fatal wounds. But what was confusing was the shadow. Because I was caught without a move..
Pan's shadow tried to pull his hand away to escape, but he couldn't, and even though he struggled, he couldn't do anything. To make matters worse, the owner, the fan, also sat down in a daze..
A master who has lost his will to fight and a creature that tries to protect him without abandoning him..
It was a sight that anyone with even the slightest knowledge of creative black magic would be astonished. Indeed, it could be said that he received the devil's blessing..
[I give you my blessing too.]
The devil spoke with his solar plexus pierced and raised his carbonized finger..
At the tip of the finger, which was as dry as a twig, a faint but vivid red light, like the embers of a match, appeared, and a small smoke rose..
The shadow of a fan screaming with a mouth that has no mouth. He tried to run away, but he couldn't, and his smoking finger ended up touching his forehead..
Cheeeeee······.
A very small sound that is barely audible. Pan's shadow convulsed and was only then able to return to its owner..
The fan who was alone muttered with half-empty eyes..
“Me, I... I am... a prince. Prince······. That, that, otherwise why... The devil saved me and gave me strength...······.”
The fan, who was in a state of panic from shock, muttered. Because of my empty eyes and fluctuating emotions, I was confused as to whether those words were being spoken to myself or to the devil..
The devil looked down at the fan and said something. No, he seemed to be saying. Because there was no sound.
I could only guess that Pan was having a conversation with the devil through his eyes looking at the devil and briefly seeing Oliver..
The fan's eyes shine again with greed. The devil snapped his finger and Pan was swallowed up in darkness and disappeared. I don't know where he went, but unlike the paladin before him, he seemed to be safe..
As the fan disappeared, silence fell again, and darkness enveloped all around..
Oliver looked around just in case, but as expected, he couldn't figure out where the exit was..
No, I wasn't even sure if this was a cave connected to an abandoned mine before that. Somehow I felt like it wasn't right.
Jeez. Jeez. Jeopuk.
The devil turned and came towards me. As he approaches, the only light in this darkness, the surroundings become brighter, but at the same time, the pressure also increases..
It feels like huge leads are being added one by one..
“What is your name??”
When he was at an appropriate distance from the devil, Oliver suddenly asked his name..
“I was taught that it is polite to ask for your name before starting a conversation..”
[······what is your name?]
“······This is Oliver. As a Landa solver, he goes by the name Dave Wright, and at Magic Tower, he goes by the name Zenon Bright. It's proper to reveal your own name before asking for the other person's name, but I was rude..”
Oliver, who felt a sharp burning pain in his right arm, spoke dexterously. He felt as if he would lose consciousness at any moment, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, but his instincts told him to come to his senses. Or you'll regret it.
“What is your name??”
[······.]
“······I heard that he is a king of inequality, destruction, useless, fire and darkness, and a promiscuous preacher. Can I call you like this??”
[······Most of the names refer to me..]
“······?”
[Inequality, destruction, useless, the king of fire and darkness, the one who illuminates the darkness. These are all nicknames that refer to me. However, the nickname ‘promiscuous preacher’ is unpleasant..]
Oliver reflexively activated the Warlock's Eye and immediately felt extreme pain. As expected, it was like seeing the sun with the naked eye..
“Excuse me. It's a reflex... But why do you hate it??”
Oliver asked, half out of curiosity and half to kill time. I didn't know why, but he had to bide his time..
[Why should I like it when I'm told I'm promiscuous??]
“······ah.”
Oliver thought about it carefully and came to terms with it. It was so obvious that he even wondered why he had even asked this question..
Is it because he is the devil? It was such a discriminatory thought..
“sorry······. Then, your name is?”
Oliver apologized and asked again. The devil was silent for a moment and then he answered.
[······Now they are called the Burned Ones. You are a precious being..]
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