Chapter 222 – The Hero Was Nervous
“The 1st Legion is being pushed back.”
“Damn it, stop it somehow!”
Hearing the report from his subordinate his, Pelos screamed in a nervous voice.
Since Astaroth left for the continent and Astaroth was out of the country, as commander of the corps, he was in charge of the territory.
The problem was that while the Astaroth couple was away, Purson of the neighboring territory started a war.
‘Damn it, Lilith.’
Of course, Pelos was fully aware of the precarious situation in the demon realm.
The power relationship in the Pandemonium, which had been in a tight balance for a long time, was broken when Lilith took over Pan’s territory.
Of course, there were succubuses in Astaroth’s territory, and Pelos, who heard the news, was preparing for war in case of an unexpected surprise attack.
Thanks to this, despite Purson’s near-surprise attack, Pelos was in a state of guarding his territory his well.
The power of Astaroth’s territory was not far behind Purson’s, and their surprise attack did not deal any damage to the Astaroth army, which was preparing in advance.
The problem started when Purson went to the battlefield.
“1st Corps Annihilation! Purson pushes into the wall as it is.”
Pelos frowned at his subordinate’s urgent report his.
In fact, even without hearing the report, I had no choice but to know that the war was over.
Because Pelos could also see Purson tearing open the gate with both hands as he entered.
Furson, who had the appearance of a lion, roared like a beast as soon as he entered the castle walls.
At the sound of his roar his, Astaroth’s men in the castle shrank their heads, and Purson’s men, on the other hand, raised their spirits and began to shout.
“Surrender! Don’t throw your life away in vain! Napurson is generous!”
Hearing Purson’s voice echoing through the castle, Pelos let out a light sigh.
If Astaroth had existed, the result might have been very different from now.
No, if he hadn’t left for the continent in the first place, Purson wouldn’t have dared to go to war.
But that was all in the past anyway, and Astaroth’s domain was already defeated.
Many demons threw away their weapons and knelt down, and Purson was walking confidently toward Astaroth’s palace.
‘It’s rotten!’
Pelos saw Purson like that and bit his molars.
Although everything was already over, Pelos had no intention of surrendering to Purson.
It was because he thought he had to rebel until the end, at least as much as he was in charge of the territory on behalf of Astaroth.
Pelos drew his sword from his waist and glared at Purson, who was approaching him.
Everyone knew that Pelos was no match for him, although the sight of Purson curling up the corners of his mouth with an expression of disapproval made her feverish.
“If you want dog death, come.”
“Damn!”
Pelos spat out disgust and ran towards Purson.
Several battles ensued.
Pelos continued the offensive efficiently, but it was more like the feeling that Purson was looking after him rather than because Pelos’ ability his was outstanding.
But that’s for a while.
The sword received from Astaroth flew towards the nape of Purson’s neck, but Purson lightly lifted his leg and kicked Pelos in the abdomen.
Although it was a very simple action, Purson did not even know he had been hit until his body was thrown out.
The gap between those who became monarchs and those who did not was that great.
“Sisi.”
“… Kill.”
Pelos shouted at Purson, who looked down at him with his disappointed expression.
Purson also raised his favorite half-moon-shaped axe, as if he had no intention of insulting Pelos.
‘Is it the end?’
After confirming that Purshon raised the axe, Pelos closed his eyes as he intuited his death.
But at that moment.
Bang!
Pelos could feel a huge blast exploding in front of him.
Pelos, who woke up from the heavy drinking, was able to look at Purson, who had been hit by something and pushed all the way back.
No, the energy attacking Purson was still in progress.
Purson blocked the energy pouring towards him with a half-moon-shaped axe, and his impression of him was hardened.
Naturally, Pelos’ head his turned to the subject of the attack.
“De… Dragon?”
Up in the sky, quite far away from Astaroth’s castle.
There, a huge red dragon was flapping its wings leisurely and firing its breath.
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‘It’s definitely different from the guy named Pan.’
According to Astarothe’s explanation, the lion head named Purson was said to be one of the strongest among the demon lords.
And Purson, as described, seemed like a pretty troublesome opponent.
Although the distance was a bit far, Purson, who had the head of a lion, was somehow blocking Camara’s breath.
“I go first.”
I said so to my party and quickly moved forward using Jibo.
It was because if Camara’s breath was useless, I was the only one who could stop him.
Stepping on the air, I quickly made my way to where he was and swung my sword at him with the same speed.
“What kind of guy are you?”
The guy who just happened to escape from Camara’s breath shouted that as soon as he found me.
I did n’t have to answer his question his, so I was concentrating on swinging the ebony.
The Aura, a technique unique to lightsabers, wrapped around the sword as if exploding, and I saw the guy, startedled by the force of my attack, raise an ax and block my sword path.
Gakgagakgagak-.
Ebony dug into the blade of his ax and started aiming for the nape of his neck his.
I could see Purson’s eyes watering with astonishment, but unfortunately I couldn’t save his head.
The ax he was using was also not an ordinary weapon, because Ebony cut his ax halfway and stopped.
Puck-.
I kicked the bewildered bastard in the stomach, and at the same time I turned around and swung Ebony sideways once more.
I saw the startled Purshon roll across the floor to avoid my sword, and he lunged at me again, opening his mouth in anger.
‘Damn it.’
I was planning to subdue him at once, but I frowned as I foresaw that the fight with him would be prolonged.
It was said that he was weaker than Baal or Astaroth, but the gap didn’t seem as big as he thought.
“Aaaaa! I will kill you!”
He lunged at me with his mouth open as if he were a real lion, and started swinging his front paws at me.
His long-grown claws his gave off a more menacing look than most weapons, and I started defending against his attacks his with ebony.
Can-can-can-.
Every time his fingernails and ebony collided, a sharp sound resounded as if it were metal striking in the air.
I widened my distance from him and glanced at Camara.
After finishing her breath, Kamara was flapping her wings as she approached.
The only problem was that Marianne hadn’t responded yet.
‘What’s going on?’
Marian’s declaration of sanctuary was literally an ability that was nothing short of fraud for the beings of the demon realm.
She had already confirmed that it worked without problems even in the plate area, so I was dragging my time until I had her support her.
But even though she had taken enough time, Marianne was n’t using her sanctuary declaration of her, and I could n’t help but feel a little bit impatient.
Of course, if I had enough time, somehow I could have finished it without Marianne’s support her, even if it was only about Purson in front of her eyes her.
It’s not that Marian didn’t use the Sanctuary Proclamation, but that she doesn’t use it.
So it was because it was the same as saying that something might have happened to Lina or the goddess on the continent.
“Aaaaa!! You bastard rat!”
As soon as I dodged or let go of his attack his, Purson screamed like he was on edge and started swinging his hand at random.
Not only did it look like a lion, but it felt like the level of thought did not go beyond the category of animals.
‘He’s a troublemaker, really.’
I dodged Purson’s attack again and bit my teeth tightly.
It was n’t difficult to deal with a guy who relied on his instincts to fight, but the problem was that he had a body that was strong enough to be counted as one of the mightiest demons even at that level.
No matter how much ebony is the strongest sword, I could n’t even cut his fingernails.
Purson was rampaging more like he had lost his temper, and I was looking for the perfect opportunity to finish him off in one blow.
“Purson, you bastard!”
However, the battle that seemed to be long ended in a completely different way than I expected.
It was because of Astarothe’s voice his, the wild beast, who had lost his temper his, flinched and stopped his body his.
“Do you dare to attack my territory?”
“Ah, Astarote.”
Looking at Astarothe striding forward, Pursson couldn’t hide his bewildered expression.
