My Demons - Chapter 92



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My Villains Episode 092

24. Boss Phase (2)

Although I complained about Haklio’s appearance, I was actually mentally prepared to some extent.

In a way, it was natural that Haklio was a very noticeable guy. There was no way that the castle gate guard and the princely army, who had fought against the enemy several times, would not know of its existence.

So I gave Utequwai a hint on how to deal with him.

As if that wasn’t enough, I’ve mentioned all six random names that can appear in the boss phase, just in case.

Of course, ‘Blue-Haired Moses is a magic swordsman who can use a few simple martial arts spells. I couldn’t give specific strategies like, ‘Smash them before they cast a spell, or avoid them until they run out of mana and kill them.’

Just, ‘Although the opponent is a group of bandits, there may be someone who uses magic.’, ‘I heard that there is a half-orc who uses a magic ax as a subordinate of the robber baron.’ It was just vague and vague advice.

Well, most of it has become useless now.

Around the time I climbed the palace tower on the right side of the castle gate with Ellen.

Haklio, an ogre with stone scales growing all over his body, swung his fist at Utequai.

“Guess!” Quang!

Following the roar, a fist the size of a human body pounded the ground. The dust spreads thickly.

Ute Kwai was different from usual. He is taking side steps with his posture as low as possible.

However, sometimes he flinched and pretended to attack. He is gauging the enemy’s reaction.

The movements that felt so slow when competing with me did not appear as quick as they normally would when used against Haklio.

Haklio, who was waving his hands foolishly, twitched his mouth.

“Grurr, *grurruk, gurrurruk*”

It’s like spitting out your stomach with your mouth closed. Harklio’s large mouth filled with filth.

And the subsequent participle.

“Keeeeeeep!”

As a lump of mucus was thrown up at him, Utequai quickly picked up the two corpses.

Perhaps I was lucky, or maybe I had paid attention in advance, but both of them were large corpses.

Dirty vomit fell on the dead demons.

“Hmm.”

Perhaps because he had swallowed his breath, Utequwai’s back swelled significantly.

The lump that Haklio vomited out was so foul-smelling that it caused further vomiting.

It was not just a metaphor; the poison mixed in the lump was causing vomiting.

The toxicity was so strong that even if you covered your mouth and nose, you would quickly become addicted.

“Okay.”

But right now, Utequai was just frowning slightly.

This is because earlier, when an ogre appeared among the magic enemies, he immediately swallowed the antidote he had prepared in advance.

Haklio’s vomiting, no, the very moment the spraying ended.

Utequai quickly threw away the corpses and pounced on the ogre, which was gorging on its appetite.

“Hugaw, qun!” How could he throw away his weapon and charge at an opponent who was much bigger than him with his bare hands? That guy is definitely crazy.

A barbarian of equal size began to beat up the huge ogre. A sound like a bat hitting a log filled the reed field.

“Kruk!”

Haklio, who had been hit in the stomach, face, and side in turn, swept the surrounding area with both arms.

Huh.

Utequai instead flew up and clung to his arm, hooked his legs around his shoulder, and bent his elbow!

Crack!

“Keeeeep!” The ogre let out a miserable scream and struggled.

Craddangtang!

The barbarian who was roughly thrown away wiped the corners of his mouth and grabbed the dolme that had been left on the floor.

And then rush again.

“Athar Marta!”

A fierce shout followed by a hard blow.

Boom, Kwasik!

Dolme, swung with great weight, hit his knee, bounced up, raised his shoulder, and flew sideways to collide with his fist.

The stone scales, which would have easily blocked a sword or a spear, were falling into pieces and flaking off like dead skin cells due to the merciless hammering.

“Key, key read-”

Utequai walked up to Harklio, who was half collapsed and struggling.

The dirty ogre made his last effort

I vomited, but

The generous berserker replaced evasion by holding his breath and covering his face.

I brushed off the mucus from my arms and shoulders and held the dolme for a long time with both hands.

bang!

“Keeeeep!”

Haklio’s phlegm-filled screams soon subsided as Dolme tapped his head two, three, four times.

The skull was so hard that the head did not break, but the relatively soft bones of the neck and chest were easily broken.

In the end, the ogre died after being beaten so hard that its head was stuck in the middle of its chest.

“Shiko rec’ne!”

A roar of victory rang out. The ceremony that followed was a little different from the previous ones.

Utequai approached Haklio. He stood behind the dead ogre on his knees and pulled out the dagger from his belt.

A short sword resembling an ax with a blade the size of your forearm.

He stuck the dagger under the ogre’s neck and started hammering it with the stone. Just as a rock was carved with a chisel and a hammer, bone was carved with a dagger and a hammer.

Land, land, taang!

While Utekwai’s work was in progress, there was a strange silence in the reed field.

It was a lull that was difficult to express, whether it was the absurdity of a fight that ended so quickly or the tension from the standoff.

Utekwai, who had finally severed all of his ribs from his spine, threw down his dagger and dolme.

Then he pushed and kicked the ogre’s back, which had its back dismantled,

“Athar Marta!”

He shouted at the sky and pulled out Harcleo’s head.

“Uweek!”

“You look like a crazy savage.”

The faces of the surrounding soldiers turned pale at the terrible offering made by Utequai.

Standing on top of the palace tower, among soldiers trembling with horror, I got goosebumps in a slightly different sense.

That cruel result was the result, but the berserker’s expression while dismantling the ogre’s back was even more bizarre.

Serious eyes and expressions without any emotion, as if they were performing a sublime art.

And, the religious joy revealed when offering the most precious sacrifice to the mother.

Between the foreign hero who taught Nabuk with a chuckle, and the berserker who chewed the ogre’s heart after completing a cruel ritual… … .

There was a huge gap that could never be bridged.

“Well, what is that savage bastard!” The marauder leaders made eye contact at the nervous shouts of Albian, the man who became a baron on horseback.

“Don’t answer, you idiots! The mouth is running in form! “No matter what, tell me what you know!”

As Albianne’s face became more and more red, a woman eventually came forward. She was a young swordsman with dark gray hair.

“Dumo, no, Baron.”

“what?”

“You know that time when I got my butthole pierced last time? “When some of the rats went back to their den.”

“… … “Pageno, you mean the day that bastard turned into a blood clot?”

‘Damn it, Jimmy, you piece of shit. This new talent is on the verge of breaking out. Surely you won’t gouge out your eyes?’

Demon swordsman Moses cursed under his breath and quickly spit out the rest of his words.

“At that time, I heard a report that there was a barbarian like that among those rats… “Did you?”

“who? I?”

“Yes, Baron.”

The Baron thought deeply and nodded with a serious expression.

“… … “I guess so.”

“Are you telling me not to worry about it since it won’t affect the general trend anyway?”

Albienne twitched her nose for a moment, then looked at the marauder leaders around her and shouted.

“Why are you making such stupid faces! Are you going to send that bastard away like that? Go get it!”

The executives of the magic bandit scattered in panic at the sound that seemed to devour them. Moses, the blue-haired magic swordsman, was also one of them.

“hey! “Get ready to go!”

At her sharp shout, about thirty magic bandits immediately got ready.

Moses led his horsemen and constantly looked around.

Ulrek the half-orc, Greer the beast, Lee Slong the mute… … . Seeing other marauding leaders rushing out with their men, Moses slowly took up the reins. Still, I constantly looked at the walls.

At that time, the castle gate opened and a group of cavalry poured out. Moses’ face crumpled when he saw the knight standing at the head.

“… … “Fuck, it’s that bastard again.”

They were the elite soldiers of the giant Ankir and the Silver Prince. Moses felt his little righteousness evaporating.

“Ankirda!”

“Ankir has come to save the barbarians!”

“This is your chance for revenge! “Kill me!”

His foolish colleagues had a fire in their eyes and were leading his men. I think I gained confidence because I was only about 20 years old when I opened the gate and came out. “Are you going to take risks just because of a barbarian, you idiots?” …

Moses glanced back, looked at the leader, and turned his head.

As if she had changed direction, her subordinates followed suit.

At that time, something strange caught the eye of Mo Sis, who was looking toward South Harbor.

A large human image was floating on the castle wall.

“Huh?”

Moses narrowed his eyebrows and strengthened his eyes.

There were two figures floating in the air, and a long rope was connected underneath them.

“What is that?”

At that moment, something spurted out from the figure hanging on the rope. The summer sun made it hard to see what it was… … .

Whoa!

The unidentified mass grew in size, drawing a long parabola toward the reed field.

Moses soon realized that it was a large ball of fire.

The fireball accelerated as much as it grew, no, even more, and struck the exact center of the magic enemies that were attacking the barbarian.

Quang!

A pillar of fire rose up, and sparks flew in all directions.

The two men and women who died instantly as soon as the fireball exploded were lucky people.

“Kwaaaak!”

“Ugh, ugh! help me!” Dozens of unlucky magic bandits let out desperate screams with their faces, limbs, and entire bodies engulfed in flames.

And what followed was the harsh roar of Ankir, the greatest knight of the plateau.

“Tread on everything!”

Prince Silver’s cavalry, whose morale soared to the clouds, crushed the enemy enemies who had broken ranks along with the burning reed fields.

“This is crazy, crazy.”

Arrows rained down from the castle walls, and a second fireball rushed to the ground. A thunderous shout poured down on Moses, who was helpless.

“Moses, you stupid bitch! “Bring the kids and follow me!”

The main character of the shouting was the robber baron Albian.

He was holding a huge mace and whipping the reins, and behind him, hundreds of magic bandits were raising energy and dust.

Albianne’s target was the collapsed part of the castle wall. He decided to cross the castle wall himself, avoiding the enemy’s elite cavalry and the reed fields that had become a sea of ​​fire.

As hundreds of magic bandits rushed in in a wedge formation, the castle walls immediately became commotion.

The old knights, commanders, and sergeants shouted frantically.

“Archers, stop free fire! “Aim for those who rush at you!”

“Spearmen, stand by! “Don’t back down!”

“Youngji-gun guys are running away!”

“Anyone who turns their backs will be beheaded! affection

“Get your feet wet!”

Arrows and stones rained down from the castle walls, but Albianne and the heavily armed magicians who followed him were unfazed by that level of attack.

“Put it all away!”

At the Baron’s shout, dozens of magic bandits threw nooses and iron hooks.

The noose was hung on the spear and the iron hook was hung on the shabby stone wall. More than fifty horses simultaneously pulled the noose and the iron hook.

Rumble!

“You’re going over!”

“Spearmen, prepare for battle!”

Under the pressure of the defenders, the giant spears were cleared and the temporary barriers were torn down.

Spearmen belonging to the castle gate guard held long spears and blocked the gap, but the heavily armed magicians led by Albianne pushed in with superior force.

“Is it pierced? Are you going to pierce it?”

Moses, who was mumbling behind him, made an expression of disbelief.

‘Nopo, where have all the battle wizards gone? ‘Is it really not there?’ As I was thinking that, the figure that was floating in the air, caught in the rope of the palace tower, split in half.

To be precise, the large seal that was holding the small seal fell off. And then the fall began.

“•••What is that again?”

The large seal fell vertically for a moment.

Phew.

Then, a strong wind suddenly blew up and gently pushed the seal away.

The seal, no, the warrior armed with heavy armor, a cone-shaped iron helmet, a flaming long sword, and a black triangular shield, boom!

It fell right between the spearmen and the magic enemies.

“Keueuuuu,”

The tall man, who had risen up after crushing an unfortunate human horse, plunged a flaming long sword into the neck of the magic enemy at his feet.

The gushing blood colored the flaming long sword in a fiery color.

This blood-covered swordsman, holding a long sword with pulsating blood, smiled grimly.

“Whew.

The swordsman let out a sound that I couldn’t tell whether it was a sigh or a laugh, and swung his long sword like a thunderbolt.

Seeing the broken limbs rising into the sky, Moses decided to completely turn his horse around.