Crash… Clink!
With the sound of something shattering, everything returned to normal.
From the Demon King’s personal dimension to the Demon King’s Castle.
‘The real problem starts now.’
Ding. Crackle.
[You have inherited the qualifications of the Demon King!]
The text on the status window that popped up for me was broken.
It couldn’t be helped.
The author, that Demon King who granted me the narrative of [Reincarnated Hero] and my power, was dead.
I would probably have to relinquish all the Gamer skills and cheat powers I had until now.
Ding.
[Do you inherit the power of the Demon King?]
‘Does it mean I inherit the power of the Demon King?’
And the only choice left before my eyes was to fulfill the final task.
‘…the Demon King…’
In fact, I didn’t regain all of my previous memories.
I only remembered bits and pieces of being tortured by the author and that I needed to take revenge.
And that there were still things left to do for the fundamental heroines of [Reincarnated Hero].
Becoming a Demon King felt very uneasy…
Yet, without much thought, I made my decision.
Yeriel Artina.
To begin with, to lift her Tarchangel curse, I had no choice but to become the Demon King.
“If I die, inherit my power.”
“Are you talking about your successor?”
“Inherit.”
“What do you mean…?”
With Yellody looking at me with a puzzled expression for the last time,
Whoosh! Whoooosh!
The ominous dark magic began to engulf me.
*
In the outskirts of Pandemonium, a fierce battle with the demon race was underway.
Hee hee hee!
With Baal’s vile laughter,
Swish!
Spindly eight-legged joints of a spider began to stretch in all directions.
Swish!
Each leg seemed to have its own consciousness, targeting Edwin’s afterimages.
Swish!
‘…!’
Thud!
As Edwin’s form stopped mid-air, attacks that had predicted his trajectory began to change irregularly.
Swish!
With no choice, Edwin could only swing his sword to deflect the legs.
Clang! Swish! Clang!
He struck the spider legs in dozens of directions.
“Ho ho!”
Rustle!
He immediately turned to cut down an attack aimed at his back with sacred power.
Slash!
“Everyone, get back!”
As the area was splattered with black blood, even the footsteps of the knights who came to save the Saint halted.
Hee hee hee! This is fun?!
Wriggle wiggle…
The legs of Baal that he had just sliced were already regenerating.
‘As expected, it regenerates continuously.’
It seemed that this place was closer to Pandemonium, the demon realm rather than the Seongyeok.
As long as the source of magic was near, it would regenerate infinitely.
“How long can you hold out? Hee hee!”
Then it would turn into a prolonged battle, and Edwin, with limited sacred power, would be at a disadvantage in a war of attrition.
Swish!
Thud!
Dodging another tendril attack, he calmly asked himself.
‘How do I break through this?’
If this continued, the situation would spiral into chaos.
Normally, the advance team should have purified the nearby Magic Tower, but they were currently attacked by demon creatures…
They had given the initiative to the Great Demons before even establishing a formation, making it a perfect recipe for massacre.
Gulp…
Without even stepping foot in the Demon King’s Castle, he would have to sacrifice his life.
‘I have to deal a blow to the source of their magic somehow…!’
Hee hee?!
“!”
At that moment,
What Edwin had just been thinking started to become reality.
“Hee hee… What’s happening?!”
The self-recovery and infinite regeneration of the creature had stopped.
“The magic pressure has lightened…?”
Not only that, but the magic pressure that had engulfed the area was also clearly reducing.
For reasons unknown, it was a chance bestowed from the sky.
“Execution… is now.”
“W-Wait a minute…!”
Bam!
Edwin seized the opportunity and gathered all of his sacred power into his sword.
.
.
.
As the Magic Tower and the corrupted sanctum lost their control,
Rumble…
Keh…
Both Baal and the state of the demon creatures began to weaken.
“Everyone! Now is the time! This is our chance!”
With the shout of the commander of the knights, the tide of battle began to turn in an instant.
Wahhhh…
‘…The Demon King’s condition wasn’t good, huh.’
Watching this unfold, Lucifer sensed that something was going wrong in Pandemonium.
Fortunately, being a Tarchangel meant that even if the support from the Magic Tower was cut off, he could maintain strength for a certain period.
“But time is short… I’ll make you understand your true feelings.”
Whoosh, whoosh!
With those words, Lucifer began to draw a dark magic circle towards Yeriel.
“Yeriel!”
“Got it!”
Whoosh!
The white flames of Yeriel, granted by Aria’s sacred power, were radiated forward.
However, before the magic could reach its destination, Lucifer’s spell was completed.
And…
Whoooosh!!
Black flames erupted, and the two magic spells clashed fiercely.
▢▢▢▢▢◽️◼◽️◼◽️◽️◽️◽️◽️!!
The dance of black and white…
As if to prove the relationship of Tarchangels, it was a distortion.
Lucifer’s plan started from here.
Phew.
He had previously expelled a dense amount of dark magic into the air like a gust of wind.
Human magicians have a significantly lower inherent magic or mana compared to demon races; hence, they utilize high sensitivity to absorb the surrounding mana.
Thus, what Lucifer aimed for was when Yeriel’s magic was partially depleted.
The plan was to naturally infuse his dark magic as she began to breathe mana, stimulating the seed of the Tarchangel.
“Yeriel!”
And this method worked beautifully.
Boom!!!!
As Yeriel was chanting magic to block Lucifer’s black flames, the dark magic converged around her.
“Aria…! I’m sorry, stay away from me!”
“If I… if I block it…!”
Crackle, crunch.
“Ugh!”
Finally, dark wings began to tear through the skin on the back of Yeriel.
“You’ve done well to hold out, girl. This much must have been quite painful.”
Lucifer determined that Yeriel Artina was destined to become a Tarchangel without needing much provocation.
“Now, be at ease.”
As Lucifer clicked his tongue,
Boom!!!!
?!
From the side, an ominous and sacred sound echoed.
“Eeeheehee?!”
The Great Demon Baal, commanding his legion, had given his heart to that verdant boy.
‘Truly useless…’
To be in this shape without the corrupted sanctum.
…
In an instant, Lucifer met gazes with Edwin.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Without panicking, he began to draw a few spells, as if directing them.
Roar!
And all these spells combined into a large black magic circle, creating a dimensional gate leading to Pandemonium.
‘One, two, three pairs? Quite ripe.’
Identifying the number of wings Yeriel possessed, Lucifer gave a command at once.
“Follow me, girl. And you, next to her.”
“…!”
At those words, Yeriel, almost a Tarchangel, unconsciously turned her steps in that direction.
Thus, everything unfolded exactly as Lucifer planned.
Thud thud…
Sounds of carriages shaking the ground…
Reinforcements have arrived!
It’s Scarlet…! And Dustin too!
We need to save the Saint first!
Reinforcements from the human side had arrived.
‘This is becoming a hassle…’
As Lucifer frowned and lamented, Aria and Edwin also joined the fray.
“You can’t do as you wish…!”
“Let her go…!”
They blocked the way between him and Yeriel.
‘I guess I have no choice.’
With a disturbance in Pandemonium and plans going awry.
Lucifer quickly assessed the situation.
Bang!
He slammed his black spear down onto the ground.
Crackle!
?!
With each blow, black sparks flew, and the floating black magic circle gradually grew larger,
Swish! Boom!
Before long, it quickly swallowed Edwin and his companions.
.
.
.
Where Lucifer moved through the dimensional gate was none other than Pandemonium, the Demon King’s Castle.
According to the Demon King’s orders, he was to bring only Yeriel Artina and Aria Bluebell, but…
‘I ended up bringing them all in a rush.’
Given the circumstances.
With issues arising at the corrupted sanctum and the Magic Tower, and now the war hero involved, it was the best decision Lucifer could make.
“Everyone…! Come to me…! I will chant a miracle!”
“Yeriel… are you okay…?!”
“I’m fine… Ugh!”
Even so, managing to bring the Saint and Psyche to this place was impressive luck.
It wasn’t too late.
By now, the news should have reached other Great Demons, gathering at the Demon King’s Castle.
If it came to the Demon King, as long as he could use these children to regain his strength, everything would be fine.
Most importantly, Yeriel Artina was a masterpiece from which Lucifer had directly laid a curse using his only black magic that he could use once.
‘The fall… is to be expected.’
With her magical talent, she would easily be at the forefront of destroying the Empire.
Thud!
“Hand over Yeriel…!”
And as expected… the green-haired boy charged towards Lucifer, sword aimed at him.
Clang!
“Gah!”
“Edwin!”
However, the one who had already used most of his sacred power on Baal could only strike once before being hurled away in the opposite direction from Lucifer.
“Don’t be a nuisance. This isn’t your domain.”
Lucifer approached Edwin, who rolled over, and stepped on his head.
Thud!
“This is not your home.”
Splat!
Thus, when a non-demon enters this place, his power is drastically reduced.
Thud!
“If you don’t want to bleed, just follow quietly.”
Clank!
?!
With a blank expression, Lucifer kicked Edwin twice, then bound the party with chains of magic and headed towards the throne room.
*
“What… is this?”
Lucifer assessed that the state of the Demon King’s Castle was at its worst.
Not only was the flow of magic chaotic, but countless corpses of demons were carelessly strewn about.
“What in the world happened?”
And there were no minions of any demon race in sight.
It was clear that something serious had occurred.
With an uneasy feeling, Lucifer placed his hand on the massive door,
Creeeak!
The audience room of the Demon King Satan revealed its grandeur.
A chandelier adorned with countless jewels, and frescoes on the ceiling painted with blood.
And sculptures made of bones…
Everything that a human would instinctively want to reject.
And at the farthest stairway, on the central throne…
“The all-powerful Demon King…?”
“You’re late.”
A gray-haired human man arrogantly sat there.
