The Hero Who Returned From Death Quits - Chapter 184



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Laplace felt instinctively that a being of equal rank was entering the battlefield.

“…Ha, an archangel. Even the angel seems to be in a lot of pain. Seeing him do something he never used to do.”

I heard that even if the Demon God brought down the Demon King and created strong enemies, the Heavenly God never thought of sending the Archangel himself. Instead, the Heavenly God was obsessed with creating unexpectedness or some kind of variable.

And, looking at the records of the Middle-earth, the best means of creating that variable was the warrior. It was recorded that the warrior was a more difficult enemy due to his unexpectedness rather than his direct fighting power. As a demon race that lived longer than humans, the content recorded was also different from that of humans. There was no room to doubt the reliability of the records.

In other words, the fact that the god chose other means instead of the warrior meant that he calculated that he would not be able to create the warrior.

“Yeah… That’s right. A warrior isn’t someone who can be used in that way.”

Neither the humans who followed the god, nor the other races, nor even the warrior himself knew the true meaning of the warrior. This was because the god had deliberately hidden the true meaning in order to use the warrior smoothly.

But even the god of heaven could not have predicted that things would go wrong because of that and that he would end up strangling himself. That is why this happened. The demon king laughed inwardly.

In any case, now that I know that there was an archangel in the enemy camp, everything feels clear. The fact that my army suddenly dwindled in number, and the fact that it caused internal strife and reduced my number by nearly half, were all planned in advance by the cunning archangel.

However, in other words, those words were no different from admitting that the enemy was weak enough to confront them head-on.

“Okay. Let’s… see how powerful the humans are. In the meantime, I’ll have to play with the Archangel for a bit.”

Laplace flew high into the sky. In the clear blue skies of the snowy field, an angel appeared as if it had been waiting.

“Yes, Archangel… I know that you have caused a great deal of damage to my legion. I am so glad that we have met like this. Thinking of tearing you apart.”

“The dregs of the devil are all long-winded. Those who died to me were like that too. I don’t think it will be any different this time.”

Idrisiel swung his spear and aimed it at Laplace. Laplace smiled broadly. Although he was not on the same level as the Wrath Clan, Laplace, being a demon, also wanted to fight a strong opponent. He was suffering because there was no one who could fight on equal terms with him except the Demon King, and at that moment, he met the Archangel.

Laplace began to cast dark magic at Idrisiel at an incredible speed. They were all in a crude form, but to the demons, this was the form in which they could best utilize dark magic.

Idrisiel glanced at them, then quickly flew away to dodge the dark magic.

‘Tried to avoid harm’.

The trajectory that Idrisiel was heading towards had already been shot by Laplace’s black magic. Idrisiel had no choice but to be hit directly by it.

With a huge explosion, half of Idrisiel’s upper body was blown away.

“…I see, so that’s what it is.”

Idrisiel healed himself with divine power without any concern. Laplace spoke with a smile on his face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your power. It was an attack that I should have avoided, but it was aimed exactly where I flew. This wouldn’t have happened if I had attacked normally. In short… your power is, in short, the power that makes it impossible to avoid attacks.”

Laplace didn’t respond. It was quite pleasing to see how easily the archangel could recognize his power as if he were turning over his hand. It was quite enjoyable to fight an opponent of the same level.

Laplace thought so, and looked down at the battlefield where his subordinates were running wild. The battlefield itself was dominated by the demons, but it seemed that they were not gaining much of an advantage due to the presence of a few strong humans and aliens.

And then, with a wedge-like sound, the spear came quickly closer.

Laplace avoided it.

“You can’t let your guard down… But, something feels strange. It was an unpredictable attack, but you avoided it as if you had predicted it. Right… Adding that up… I get it.”

Idrisiel began to tighten his grip on the spear.

“Then, if you make an unavoidable attack, that’s it.”

Idrisiel added a divine energy to his spear. Laplace, on the other hand, breathed a self-defense energy into his body.

From that moment on, the Demon King and the Archangel did not evade at all, but simply clashed, clashed, and clashed. They knew that it was meaningless anyway. What mattered to them now was not evasion, but technique and pure power.

The battle continued in a way that was impossible to follow with the eyes. The archangel swung his spear with a huge amount of energy at a speed that was invisible to the eye, and the demon king continued to weave, weave, and weave his magic. With each movement of the spear’s trajectory, a corresponding magic was weaved.

While the battle continued like that, the Demon King distanced himself from the Archangel.

It was because he felt that continuing like this was meaningless. If he could win, it would be fortunate, but if he couldn’t win, it could be a big problem. Even his power was not very effective against an enemy that could fight him head-on.

I thought it would be okay to continue having fun fighting against my rival like this, but unfortunately for the Demon King, the most fun fights were the ones he won.

So then, what is the means that will definitely give you victory? What is the means that will definitely give you victory over an opponent that you cannot guarantee victory over in a head-on confrontation?

The Demon King activated his power. Up until now, he had only used his power to read the enemy’s attacks and defenses, but if he couldn’t find a solution now, he had to take a gamble with a 50/50 chance. That’s why the Demon King began to foresee a future where he would win, even if it meant expending a huge amount of black magic power. A picture of a future where he would definitely win began to appear.

“…Hoo.”

This action was a considerable gamble for the Demon King. If the future depicted was one in which he would continue to fight and win, then he would have only used his black magic for nothing, and his defeat would have been half-confirmed.

But the future that the authority depicted was different.

The Demon King smiled broadly and then descended into the middle of the battlefield where fighting was taking place at incredible speed.

Then Laplace looked at the silver-haired woman praying in the middle of it all and laughed heartily.

He was the Archangel’s contractor. How could he not have known? The sacrifice needed to fully summon an Archangel-like being was not easy to obtain, so it was half-definite that he had resorted to fraud.

The method was to take the form of summoning rather than descent, through a connection with the woman who had reached the realm of transcendence. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if there was a faint connection between the woman, the saint, and the archangel.

The Demon King launched the most powerful attack he could muster.

And the Demon King knew that the Archangel who was watching that sight would not be able to stay still.

The fate of a summoned being is extremely unfortunate. If the summoner dies, they are simply reversed summoned, and if they die while being summoned, they die as well.

In other words, if the summoner were to let go and die like this, the archangel would be reversed summoned, and since he didn’t want that, he would definitely block that path.

“Ughhh!”

And, unfortunately, the attack that the Demon King fired was not at the level that the Archangel could withstand because it was hit directly. Even the shield could not be activated strongly because it was diving down rapidly.

The Archangel had a premonition of death. He was definitely going to die. No matter how many shields he activated now, he couldn’t stop it.

In that case, I should at least buy some time. I should place my last hope on the former warriors and the demons, even if the odds are astronomical, and give them time to become my hope.

The archangel gathered all his strength and launched an attack.

An attack that was almost like a suicide. The Demon King was swept away by the attack and rolled around.

And the angel’s appearance had already turned to ash and disappeared.

…

I felt something. While I was feeling extremely anxious because I couldn’t figure out the situation on the battlefield, I felt something.

As if swept away by something, I got up from my seat and headed somewhere. I heard Grandis ask where I was going, but I didn’t care. And then, I picked up something.

It was a piece of the holy sword. It seemed like his hands and feet were trembling.

I was getting an unknown feeling from it.