The Second Salvation Myth of a Retired Returning Hero - The Second Salvation Myth of a Retired Returning Hero chapter 207

207. vow

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Oz and Lilith flew to the Devil Castle.

She muttered with an uneasy expression on her face.

“Really… Did the Demon King prepare the final arrangement?”

Tick-tack…

“Surely, he will, he will… He is perfect, perfect, present… He couldn’t have left out Satan… in an all-out war for no reason…”

Although Oz always acted as if he was senile, he showed cool-headed analysis and judgment when necessary.

No matter what anyone says, he was the only being who surpassed dragons in elemental magic, a serpent that transcended death and time.

“Now… Hurry up, join the rear, and it’s… important… hmm?”

He paused as he spoke with his jawbone snapping.

Lilith and Oz looked ahead.

“That’s…!”

“Oh oh!”

There was an army of imps spread across the land like the sea, and something of a gigantic body.

The body of a black demon, the rough thorns sprouting all over the body, the strong cursed aura that can be felt even from this distance.

The two immediately knew the identity.

“Satan!”

Lilith and Oz were bright and flew to him crouching in the black sea.

“Ohhh…! What great darkness is this! Oh oh!!”

“Oh my gosh…”

The two poured out their amazement at the changed Satan.

Satan, he was too powerful to be called a corps commander anymore.

Goo Goo Goo…

As he raised his massive body, the ground cried at his presence. The two corps commanders looked up at the gigantic figure that was well over 10 meters tall.

‘This is the final arrangement prepared by the Demon King…!’

Truly, the greatest. The two were confident of victory by comparing Rouge Volnik, who had just fought, with Satan in front of them.

“Satan, let’s go! Allies and Roosevolniks are exhausted! This is your best chance to hit them!”

[…]

Satan was speechless.

Right.

“…Release, hold on.”

Oz, who closed his jawbone, called out to her in an unusually normal tone.

“yes? Why, what? Need maintenance time?”

“…”

Oz said nothing and looked up at Satan.

[…]

He encountered Satan’s pupils swirling with all sorts of negative emotions, and felt his future intuit.

“ah…”

His snout let out a throes.

The thorns sprouting from Satan’s chest flickered and soon turned into black hands. Hands swaying grotesquely like ink reached out and grabbed Lilith and Oz and dragged them.

“Uh, huh?”

“…”

Lilith was taken aback, and Oz accepted it. Both were dragged into Satan’s chest.

“Wait, wait, what is this…”

rain-!

There was no time to ask questions or leave a will. The two were devoured by the gaping mouth of Satan’s chest.

Ouddeuk, kkudeuk… Ugh!

The sound of bones crunching and flesh being crushed echoed.

Satan shuddered and trembled at the absorbed power. Crouching down, he drooled and opened his mouth, and with both hands tore at my chest with the mouth chewing on Oz and Lilith. Then he took it to the mouth of the face and chewed it again.

Uduk, kwadeuduk… Agjak…

He crouched down, chewing and digesting the power. The ripped off chest was regenerated in an instant.

Demon King Castle visible over the heavy back. From the window of the top room, the Demon King was looking down at Satan.

[Excellent.]

She let out a quiet admiration.

It was beyond imagination. How can you withstand the injection of power like that? Even now, aren’t you getting stronger while eating like that?

It was an unbelievable result. His strong will must have caused a miracle.

Soon his body will collapse, but for a while it will unleash its full power.

The power invested in him was far beyond that of a mortal. Even if you fight Rouge Volnik in his heyday, you can’t guarantee victory…

Yes, it was on the same level as the ‘Great Demon King of the time when Roosevolnik fought’.

[…!]

The Demon King, who was watching his dinner, staggered. Small, delicate hands gripped the railing of the terrace and trembled slightly.

[…]

Standing upright again, her expression was colder than before. The golden eyes were stained with black light. Now she was a different being than the current Demon King.

Black eyes looked down at my hand, where demonic energy was rising.

[…About 20%.]

Out of all the power she possessed, it was the amount of power bestowed upon Satan. If he dies anyway, it will be retrieved again.

The existence dwelling in the small body of the current Demon King raised his head and recalled the past.

At that time, the strength of the hero was about 20%.

Great King. She had seen the repeating timeline and beyond, 100 years ago.

Right now, it is an existence that will fall out with one gesture of its own hand. However, beyond the distorted time, I saw a hero who finally obtained absolute power and killed himself.

Because of this, she sacrificed most of her strength and life to banish the being from the dimension. Instead, he delegated his duties as the Demon King to future generations.

The power used for the huge miracle of dimension expulsion was 80%. Because of this, the power he fought against the hero, that is, the power he had given to Satan now would be about 20%.

And now the warrior is tired. That should be enough.

The Great Demon King dwelling in his daughter’s body looked at Satan.

Wow, wow…

He crouched down and chewed on the two corps commanders. His mouth moved greedily, and he kept recalling old memories.

[Loose Volnik…]

Memories of being hacked to pieces by him, his sword driven into the heart of the demon king, and the returning demon plucking out his eyes, and pointing his sword at the current demon king again. He recalled the memories and emotions that became the driving force of his power over and over again.

Hate, Live, Magi. All sorts of negative energies rose from his massive body like a haze. Countless imps roared in sympathy with the Lord’s feelings.

[Loose Volnik… I’ll kill you…!]

Satan’s eyes burned with will.

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The Confederacy prepared a retreat from the fort. They planned to march to the Demon Castle after being reorganized in their home country.

Doyoon headed to the barracks where Busker was staying.

His identity was revealed and he was a VIP of the Union. The Union tried to give him the best accommodation, and one warrior’s barracks was empty.

At first, they wondered if it was right to give up this place. Because the empty barracks were the barracks of the former hero, Brudet. It was like letting the father into the place where the dead son stayed.

But it was Busker who entered the barracks without a word first. No one could say anything to the staggering steps.

“…”

Doyoon stood in front of the door for a while. The two soldiers guarding the barracks were nervous and stood fast. They too knew the whole situation of becoming famous overnight.

After staring at the door for a while, Doyoon opened the tent and went inside.

A dark barracks with the lights off. There, a skeleton sat on its knees with its back to the door.

In front of him is Sword Collection No. 6. The sword Brudet used was lying there.

Doyoon silently leaned against the pillar next to the door and waited for his friend.

after a while

“…sorry.”

A low, bone-crushing sound rang out.

“I was… out of my mind.”

“…”

Do-yoon was not surprised.

Brudet’s death was the worst tragedy that could have happened to his life. But Doyoon trusted his friend. A friend was a man who would never be broken, even if he was shaken.

He quietly listened to his friend’s complaints.

“Enoch. Yesterday’s promise… swear again.”

“what?”

“Revenge.”

Hwareuk. Blue flames rose from the skull’s eye sockets. It was the light of will.

Thin bones trembled fleetingly.

“Revenge me.”

His voice, like fingernails scratching bones, was tinged with bitter hatred.

“You must… kill the Demon King.”

“Make sure to get revenge.”

“My son… avenge me on behalf of the countless people who died in the war…”

“Calm Brudet’s soul…”

“request…”

“…”

Doyoon leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and declared on his friend’s back, who was still facing the sword.

“I swear.”

“…”

“I, Roosevolnik, will decapitate the Demon King. I will save the continent.”

He moved his back away from the wall and rewound the door’s cloth.

“I will avenge you on behalf of Brudet.”

“…I believe.”

Hwareuk. Two blue flames went out.

Doyoon opened the door and left the barracks. His eyes were shining golden.

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It was night.

Preparations for the retreat were made quickly. Tomorrow morning, the allied forces will depart for their home countries.

Doyoon looked at the map in the commander-in-chief’s barracks. This is land that used to be a country. Although now it was pushed back by the demon king’s army.

He confirmed that there was a site that used to be a big city nearby.

Do-yoon went outside and found Dok-go Moo-young.

“Let’s walk for a while.”

“Yes.”

He politely bowed his head.

Although Do-yoon is the strongest in the alliance, he is the commander-in-chief. For the sake of face, it was necessary to accompany an escort.

The two superpowers ran quickly and soon arrived in a devastated metropolis.

Doyoon trudged toward the temple. Dokgo Moo-yeong stared at Enoch’s back. Before the final battle, Enoch needed some alone time.

clap, clap.

Iron shoes pounded the marble floor of the temple.

As elsewhere, the temple was in poor shape. There was no roof, so the stars in the night sky could be seen, and only four or five pillars were intact. The floor was broken, and marble tiles were thrown here and there.

The same goes for stone statues.

clap, clap.

Doyoon stopped walking and raised her head.

‘…’

He calmly looked up at the broken statue of the Goddess.

“Hey, God.”