Chapter 376 – Charles
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– Tok. Tok.
Charles frowned at the drops of water falling on his cheeks and regained consciousness.
‘Where am I?’
Charles looked back at his last memory.
‘For sure…’
The seal on the seal was broken, and the great devil came out.
He hurriedly tried to ask for help from his master, but…
A red aura hit me and I lost my mind.
Thinking that far, Charles stood up in amazement.
– Cheekyung…
I could see the shackles on his ankles and wrists.
Charles tensed his body and looked around him carefully.
It was a secret room.
I see an iron door, and at the top of the door I see a small window blocked by iron bars.
A faint light was seeping in from there.
‘Prison? Did the devil imprison him? Albert and Henry?’
The figures of the party were not seen in the stone chamber.
I was alone.
‘Am I trapped somewhere else?’
Charles tried raising his aura, but there was no response. The shackles on his ankles and wrists seemed to seal his magic power.
Charles got up and looked outside through the small window in the iron gate.
I saw a hallway.
And on the opposite wall, you can see iron doors lined up along the corridor.
I put my face against such a small window and looked around.
-Jerbuck. That buck
Footsteps were heard.
Charles pulled himself away from the door and held his breath.
The footsteps stopped in front of Charles’ prison door.
– Cheekyung.
The iron door opens, revealing the figure of a large demon.
“Hmm…I finally came to my senses. Follow me.”
Charles followed the devil’s footsteps.
But his mind was complicated.
I thought about making a surprise attack, but now that I can’t use the aura, it seems that I can’t do anything about that huge monster with my bare hands.
I climbed the stairs and walked down the gloomy passageway lit by torches.
At the end of the passage was another iron door.
The jailer opened the door and gave Charles a chin.
It is a gesture to enter the room.
As Charles notices and hesitates, the jailer’s face turns grim.
Charles eventually had no choice but to enter the door.
When Charles entered the room, the jailer closed the door.
And.
– Clap.
I heard the door lock.
Charles looked around his room nervously.
“Weapon?”
On one side, there was a cradle with various weapons standing on it.
Charles instinctively approached the weapon holder and drew out the spear he was familiar with.
It was an ugly spear that hadn’t been cleaned at all, with blood clotted here and there.
Still, just the fact that Charles had a weapon eased his tension a little and gave him more time to look back on the situation around him.
I hear something disturbing.
Charles approached the wall where the sound could be heard.
“Iron?”
It was a wall made of iron, unlike other places made of stone.
He put his ear to the iron wall.
‘…Cry?’
Charles tilted his head.
‘What?’
-That’s right…
The walls moved with a dull grinding sound.
Startled, Charles pulled him back.
The wall was going up.
A bright light streamed in from the floor.
When the iron wall that blocked it went up completely, the shouts of the demons hit my ears to the point of deafening.
Only then could Charles fully see the scenery outside.
Circular vacant lot.
Blood was splattered all over the floor.
As the wall on the other side goes up, a large monster walking on all fours creeps out.
The cries of the demons grow louder.
Charles then realized what situation he was in.
If he could have used an aura… He would have been easy to deal with, but it’s not easy in his current state.
-Gulp…
Charles swallowed dry saliva and gripped his spear strongly.
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After being released from the seal, Bloa went to Gromgal’s Great Demon Castle.
It was because Gromgal was the one closest to him among the great demons.
But what had happened in the meantime, Gromgal moved the Great Demon Castle.
It took him some time, but he eventually succeeded in finding it.
Facing Gromgal like that, Bloa couldn’t help but be startled.
It was because there was a large scar on his face that was drawn in a long diagonal line.
Thirty percent of the eyes that were tightly packed in his flat face had disappeared.
At the level of the Great Demon, such wounds will quickly regenerate.
However, the sweet thing that cannot be regenerated means that he was attacked by an existence equal to or higher than that.
The higher the existence, the more the will is loaded on magic, and the wounds caused by the magic containing that will do not easily heal.
If it weren’t for the power of immortality that he had before… That wound would last quite a while.
Bloa also noticed.
He didn’t even open his mouth at Grom Gall’s wound.
There are times when you have to pretend you didn’t see it.
“Heh… You’re still alive. Bloa.”
“…Was unlucky.”
“…Wasn’t it?”
“Uh… It wasn’t…”
Bloa gritted her teeth and replied.
Only then did Gromgal smile, as if satisfied.
Bloa controlled the anger burning inside.
It was something I was determined to do.
He is no longer the Archdemon himself.
He was once the Archdemon, he was strong even though he himself had no powers.
It would be similar if we fought Grom Gall minus his powers.
However, Bloa without authority is an obvious weakling.
The strong must bow their heads.
If he didn’t want to, he shouldn’t have come here.
“You’ve worked hard. Bloa. Being here must mean that you want to entrust your body to me. I have a past relationship, but I don’t intend to treat you coldly either. I’ll arrange a place for you in the palace.”
It is a story that if it is a palace, it guarantees status to some extent.
“…Thank you.”
Bloah was a little puzzled when Gromgal welcomed him rather than prepared, but he had no reason to be dissatisfied.
And while he was living in Grom Gall’s palace, he was able to grasp the rough-and-tumble of the situation.
The guy who occupied his castle did not stop there, and even swallowed Drakar and Leviathan.
‘That high-nosed old Celestia gave up the Great Devil Castle?’
The more we find out, the more shocking news we get.
It was also possible to know who caused the scars on Gromgal’s face.
‘I thought it was strong, but… Even letting demons participate…’
Bloa contemplated whether or not to reveal Unho’s true identity.
When I try to speak…
I was at a loss as to how to explain it.
First of all, it wasn’t clear whether the real guy was the god of the other world whom Tera called.
At the time, he couldn’t help but think about the fighting power of a guy who couldn’t understand it.
There is no evidence.
It’s speculation anyway.
Thinking about it, it makes no sense.
Why did the god of the other world abandon his own world… Listen to Terra’s words… And come all the way here?
Is God the child’s name?
No matter how much Tera asked for it, there is no God who will come to the Demon World.
If Terra said he would hand over Pantera, then there is some possibility.
Besides, if I told that fact, somehow it seemed that I would be ridiculed for making up an absurd story beyond the lame excuse of a loser.
It is not that there are no powerful demons and beasts besides the Great Demon Castle.
There are also demons who do not want to live by bowing to the great devil.
Such a demon roams the wasteland, not the Great Demon Castle.
Right now, the great demons seemed to think that Unho was one of those demons.
If he hadn’t known the context, he would have thought so too.
I tried to interrogate the captured humans, but they didn’t know anything about the existence of Unho.
All I know is that Pantera is a magic swordsman who has reached the level of transcendence.
I admit that the existence of a transcendental being is strong in Pantera, but it is not enough to subdue the great devil.
Even being human doesn’t make sense.
Even if it was a god from another world, it wouldn’t make sense.
‘What the hell is that guy?’
No matter how much I think about it, it’s an existence that I can’t understand.
He is unsure even of himself who has experienced it firsthand, let alone the other great demons.
No matter how he said it, he felt like he would be treated like a fool.
When I thought about the benefits that would come back to me when I talked about it… There was none.
No matter what, the great devils were fighting him together, and even if he said that, nothing would change the situation.
In the end, after much deliberation, Bloa decided to keep his mouth shut.
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Charles started living in an underground arena.
After being released from the seal, Bloa threw the party into this arena without killing them.
He wanted to escape, but it was impossible unless he broke the shackles that sealed his magical powers.
Even if there are no shackles.
It didn’t seem easy to escape from the city of demons.
He can’t move magic, so he’s just a sturdy human man.
There is, of course, a significant physical difference from demons.
There were times when he was defeated.
Originally, this arena was based on the principle that if you lose, you must die.
But he didn’t kill.
Even if he was injured, he treated me neatly.
Perhaps Eileen was worried about the lengthy mission, although messages of regards came from time to time, Charles had no choice but to say that he was fine.
When he received the message from his master, he was taken aback, but he evaded it.
He couldn’t bear to ask for help.
He came away confidently… But instead of being on a mission, he ended up being captured.
Besides, I don’t know where this place is.
It only looks like a den of demons.
I wonder if it’s been about 3 years since I’ve been living in the arena like that?
Bloa came to them.
“I forgot. It’s a bit late. I’ve heard about your performance. You’ve become a popular star in the arena. That’s why I’m going to reward you.”
Having said that, Bloa smiled wickedly.
