I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party - I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party chapter 166

166 – Demon King Belphegor (5)

Demon King Belphegor (5)

One step.

Esmeralda stepped forward through the pouring rain of blood.

With just that one step, the pouring rain became stronger and the burden on her also doubled.

Just stand there for a moment, blocking the pouring rain.

“Ugh!”

Esmeralda took another step forward. The same situation as before unfolded. The power contained in the pouring attacks had doubled, and Esmeralda felt as if she would fall to her knees at any moment.

Then what about the two fighting at the center of that storm?

It’s such a distant view for her.

“Haha.”

But, she was a warrior.

She was a person who could become strong in the face of trials. And the trials that were thrust upon her now were strong, but not kind.

She must not be given time to get used to it. She must not be left alone while the realm of the transcendent is opened up.

It means that no one should make fun of her.

Because she is a person who can grow even more just by seeing, experiencing, and enduring something once.

Because he is a warrior who has overcome countless deaths.

“ha…….”

Esmeralda took a deep breath.

The preparations are complete. The determination is strong. The belief has never been broken.

bang!

Take a big step forward. This time, don’t stop there.

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Esmeralda now began to make her way through the storm.

It showed a definite presence and advanced through the red and dark storm with its golden light as its light.

The feet that could barely take one step at a time soon turned into a dash.

“I told you.”

The battlefield where First and Robeno fight to kill each other.

Esmeralda, who had to risk her life just from the aftermath, entered the middle of the battlefield.

“I will prove it to you.”

Because no one cared.

Because the difference in level was obvious.

Because neither our forces nor our enemies judged it to be a threat.

“Gotcha. Commander first.”

Esmeralda’s holy sword, which dug in stealthily yet quickly, cut off the First’s neck.

***

Pride is a sin.

Because that could suffocate you.

And the First was arrogant. Of course, there was power to match that arrogance.

However, the consequences of carelessness are fair to everyone.

Esmeralda, who had cut off First’s neck, cheered.

“Fuck, Mom!”

Oh no!

It wasn’t cheering, it was cursing.

Esmeralda could tell. The Holy Sword had definitely cut off the First’s neck, but it had no taste at all.

The holy sword cut off the First’s neck without even a hint of resistance. Instead, it twisted the center of his body.

“It’s pretty good.”

First, who mutters calmly even with his neck cut off.

It was only then that Esmeralda noticed another trait of the First.

Fog Lv. 72

A vampire-specific evasion technique that turns one’s body into fog to avoid attacks.

Since it was also a technique that consumed blood, it could literally be called an emergency escape method… … .

‘It’s as if the First, who can regenerate blood infinitely, doesn’t even have such a weakness!’

Not only does he wield the absurdly powerful power of blood flow manipulation, he also evades all attacks by turning into fog.

A simple yet powerful ability.

Just erasing that risk creates this monster.

“How did the Demon King defeat that?!”

Esmeralda shouted at Robeno as if she was being treated unfairly.

Even if you simply calculate the numbers, Demon King Belphegor is five times stronger than the First, but I couldn’t help but question the gloom I felt now.

How can you win against an enemy with both great strength and near-invincible evasion?

“If it’s Your Majesty’s method, it’s obvious.”

Robeno answered Esmeralda’s question with a grin.

Deep down, I was glad that she had proven herself.

“I just pressed it all down with force.”

“What is that? It’s scary!”

What on earth does it mean to use force to suppress an opponent who is fleeing by turning into fog?

Esmeralda looked trembling with incomprehensible fear.

Fog is a technique that can be sustained indefinitely as long as there is blood.

But, I got a clue.

Of course, there is a downside in that blood is consumed exponentially, but for the First who dyed the sky itself red, it is nothing.

To conclude, it is like saying that you have to collapse the sky to deal with the current First.

“So you need firepower?”

You need to hit with high-powered projectiles that can blow away legions of people.

At least for warriors with strong individual power like Esmeralda or Robeno, it is impossible.

And there’s only one person here right now who can do it.

“Yeah, it’s already being prepared.”

“… … .”

Esmeralda broke out in a cold sweat.

Below me, I could see Milia preparing her ritual magic.

Overwhelming firepower that literally melted the solid wall built by former Legion Commander Twelve.

A ritual magic several times more powerful than that was spreading around Millia.

“……Since when?”

Ritual magic requires a great deal of time as well as great power.

And the aftermath is striking: in order to use ritual magic, you need a solid vanguard to block it.

However, Esmeralda has just come to a conclusion. However, Milia’s ritual magic has already been completed.

What does that mean?

“You were planning to blow up Second and me together? Millia… … .”

Established the vanguard.

However, I deployed my magic with the mindset that I could sacrifice everything together.

Even the world’s best First and Robeno would not have guessed that he had such a vicious mind.

Are you saying that you can blow up your comrades without any hesitation like that?

“… … .”

First, it felt like the first time in my life that I had encountered someone who looked like me.

A monster who doesn’t understand the human mind. A life where he can only do what he sees others do.

That’s why they are bound by discipline and follow rules doggedly.

Because that was the only way to integrate into society.

In that sense, in First’s view, Milia is less socialized.

“I’ll shoot.”

“Wait a minute… … .”

Kwaaah!

***

The intense ritual magic seemed to swallow up even the red-tinted sky.

The sky was dyed pure white, and the light was so bright it was blinding.

An attack that would have definitely turned Esmeralda into dust if it had hit her.

“It was a good attempt.”

First blocked that attack.

The torrent of power that even a fog machine could not withstand was countered by countermeasures rather than avoidance.

First, he stood still, his hands outstretched, not moving from his spot.

Esmeralda, who had expected that Milia would really shoot, and Robeno, who had been running away in a hurry while seeing Esmeralda’s attitude, felt a new chill at the sight of First’s calm appearance.

I blocked it. And I didn’t take any further action because I thought I could block it.

Its appearance represents a total amount of power as wide and deep as the ocean.

“It definitely feels tingly.”

The power to annihilate an army.

A one-hit, fatal attack created by concentrating all of Millia’s mana.

I blocked it with one hand and all I felt was a tingling sensation.

After the light that had been pouring down as if something was going on disappeared, a blood-red sky that had turned dark once again spread out.

It’s bleak. I can’t even guess where the limit is.

Esmeralda clicked her tongue and grabbed her sword again.

“Well, I guess it was a bit tingly.”

Positive thinking.

Either way, there was damage. That fact alone makes it worth the challenge.

But there was something that no one present could know.

“hmm?”

The First’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at Robeno and Esmeralda.

As if I was seeing something impossible, as if it was ridiculous.

Seeing such a discontented look, Esmeralda unconsciously glanced in the direction where First was looking.

“uh?”

There was Milia.

Millia, who had fired a blow that could have dyed the entire sky in white light, was still standing there.

And that wasn’t to say that he had spare mana or anything like that.

“how……?”

Millia was still in the same position as when she was performing ritual magic, just before she fired the magic.

Yes, her magic has not yet been unleashed.

A strange phenomenon that seemed as if time had been turned back. The first person to be able to figure out the cause of this phenomenon was… … .

“Hahahahahahaha!”

It was Robeno who had been fighting First with a gloomy expression the whole time.

He laughed as if he couldn’t be happier than that. And seeing Robeno like that, Esmeralda was able to recall a possibility that she had pushed to the back of her memory.

And at that very moment.

“Ladies and gentlemen! How was it? Did you enjoy the show? But it’s not over yet. There are more spectacular sights to come!”

A girl dressed as a clown appeared out of thin air, grinning.

The powerful power that raised Lacrima to the position of Third.

The ability to turn fantasy into truth.

“How was it? Were you surprised?”

She first created an illusion using Milia’s ritual magic, deceiving the consciousness of everyone present.

“Okay! Now it’s time for some real magic without any tricks!”

Exactly!

And when Lacrima flicked her hand, this time Millia’s real magic began to color the sky.

“… … .”

The moment he saw the magic being shot at him, First hesitated.

Is this real? Or is this also an illusion of Lacrima?

That gap in consciousness alone makes the illusion real.

That’s why the First had to respond, whether it was welcome or not.

Because his suspicions will eventually make it real.

“Come on, follow me! Take a look!”

Lacrima said as she dodged Millia’s magic by a flick of her waist, rising into the air and avoiding it by a width of a paper.

“An unpredictable and spectacular show!”