Chapter 518: Worthy of Being a Magical Devilish Being

Great Demons. They possessed multiple powers, but they had just one fundamental source. Though Vrilligant had stolen many powers, there should be no exceptions to this.

If that were the case, there was surely an opportunity to take advantage of it. If she could break his source, then she could kill him.

Jewel Bar Agathos, while using her creaking fingertips, made her way through the darkness. Her long nose turned up in silence.

There was silence and darkness where even her own outline seemed to disappear.

Agathos herself didn’t know where she was heading. She could no longer sense Filaret’s magical power, in other words, her guide was lost.

But the lingering scent of Leu’s soul wouldn’t allow her to give up. It was that will alone that drove her feet forward in the cold darkness.

A mountain of problems swirled in Agathos’ mind. Leu’s soul, Lugis who seemed to be alive outside, and Filaret who had transformed into Vrilligant’s heart.

But all of these would be resolved if she could just kill Vrilligant. Whether that was the way she wanted it or not.

Agathos cleared her throat. No sound came out.

Vrilligant was using his Original Text. This represented his very origin, his true essence.

Darkness spread across Agathos’ cheeks. She instinctively shook her head to clear it, but it felt as if all the heat had been sucked away.

Agathos’ breathing became heavy without a sound. She realized that she was frightened now. She was undoubtedly terrified even as the flames of rage burned brightly.

It wasn’t because she was afraid of the darkness, or because she was overcome with the fear that her soul and body would be taken away at any moment.

…It was simply because she realized that she had misjudged Vrilligant’s true nature.

His true nature was not that of a usurper.

It was this emptiness.

It was a terrible thing. They had tried desperately to kill Vrilligant, but perhaps they didn’t know death itself. Death was something that belonged to him alone.

Was that why Altia had taken his heart? If so, what should Agathos do?

Agathos immediately snorted several times. There was no sound, but she caught a faintly familiar scent in this completely empty space.

Agathos’ brows immediately furrowed. She looked extremely displeased. Her handsome features clearly displayed the expression of disgust.

It was a smell she hoped she would avoid for as long as possible. The demonic scent of the spirited gods…no, the fairy, more specifically, Drigman.

That scent appeared as her only guide in the void. She would have preferred to boldly charge in the opposite direction, but she managed to hold back enough rationality to do so.

Behind her eyelids, Agathos saw Drigman shrugging his shoulders and sporting a hateful smile. He had occasionally sported a similar expression even when they had fought side by side in battle.

But suddenly, Agathos’ long eyelashes fluttered, and she narrowed her eyes. It was only now that she realized she would never see that sight again.

They had fought many times before, but losing a fellow demon was still an extremely rare occurrence. Agathos still couldn’t fully comprehend the loss of his existence.

A sigh escaped from her lips.

「…Every single one of you. You’re so self-centered. You conveniently exit and say goodbye, ignoring the trouble that follows. Isn’t that great for you? I could never do that. Sacrificing your life for a cause, for someone else. Is that really such a noble thing? 」

Agathos’ voice wasn’t resonating. But she spoke as if she were spitting out a complaint. She couldn’t help but feel that she had to do it now.

Agathos just kept walking, following the scent that made her nostalgic. Her whole body was beginning to lose heat and light.

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It was no use. There was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t help but vent my complaints. I instinctively kicked my legs after spitting out the blood clots from my throat for the umpteenth time.

If I didn’t do that, a simple swing of Vrilligant’s wings or tail would shatter my entire body, splattering my bones and blood everywhere. I would be in a terrible state. And I was already covered in blood.

Agathos seemed to be dead to make matters worse. The jewels that had been dancing leisurely around me didn’t even react.

There was no other way. I was already half dead, too. If my body wasn’t like this, then I’d have died several times over.

I let out a breath that felt like it was burning my throat. My wounded body went numb just from doing that.

Ignoring the screams coming from within me, I pointed the tip of my demonic sword toward the sky and thrust my shoulder out. At the same time, purple lightning drew a flowing line, forming a perfect semicircle.

In an instant, a mass of violent power swung down. The dragon’s breath. The incarnation of usurpation, which would steal even flesh and bone with its touch.

The demonic sword seemed to know this. It clung to my arm, teaching me how to destroy it. That was why I was still standing here.

There was a brief pause the moment I swung the sword. The dragon, having finished exhaling its breath, began to rise slightly.

Now, what should I do?

Vrilligant’s movements were becoming more alert with each passing moment. It was proof that his magical power and blood had begun to circulate throughout its body. If time continued like this, it would surely fly into the sky and blow me away along with the mountain.

That would be the end. There would be nothing I could do.

I hesitated for a moment. It had been a long time, and yet it felt nostalgic. I felt like I’d done this many times before. It seemed like my previous me had a terrible life.

「But if that’s the case, then I can get through this too. Amazing, there’s nothing I can’t get through now. 」

I couldn’t help but smile as I said this, as if to mock myself. In my head, Agathos’ words were resonating.

…That’s not how a magical devilish being fights. It has to be more devastating, more destructive.

I didn’t feel like I had become a magical devilish being by choice, but even so, I certainly couldn’t imagine killing Vrilligant just by swinging my sword.

I was able to get close to Vrilligant with Agathos’ help. As the demonic sword implied, pressing the blade directly against him would leave a more lasting wound.

If the situation had remained unchanged for a few hours, then I might have been able to do something about it. But the situation got worse. If Vrilligant gained power, then I would lose this fight.

I needed an absolute trigger to rip off the scales.

Well, there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how much I hated it, there were fateful events that inevitably followed me. If I had to do it, then be it.

I tightened my grip on the demonic sword and said the following words.

「Let’s go, Hero Killer. Our enemy is the Dragon Hero. I have no complaints. He’s a worthy opponent, so nothing could be better than this. 」

At the same time, I felt the dragon’s violent roar close by. Vrilligant was roaring into the sky.

It wasn’t a cry of pain, nor was it expressing any other emotion. I knew it right away.

It was saying only one thing.

…I am here. Look at me. Behold my power.

The roar of a mighty one. It was so powerful that it seemed to reverberate throughout the entire world. It was worthy of someone who had once held a position as a god.

Perhaps that was all he had. Not boundless conviction, unrivaled will, or even dreamed ideals. Perhaps it was that voice alone that inspired and made him strong enough.

But there was no way to know that now.

「…I’ll stop you. Your time is over. 」

I swung my Hero Killer while gritting his molars. Then, I muttered.

「I’ll let put you in your coffin one more time… “Unlock the Original Text”. 」

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