The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

Chapter 250

Those who woke up when Baal was attacked.

Sungjin got up from his seat with them and checked their faces.

The frown on their faces and the trembling of their flesh seemed to be visible, and the magic that escaped from their bodies represented their emotions.

'Is it better than I thought?'

Sungjin, who had a similar expression to them, had a different thought in his mind.

She didn't know it would turn out so well.

The spear that had just flew towards Baal was thrown by one of the corpses of the sanctuary disguised as a satanic formation.

Acceleration, induction, and skill delay skills were hung on the thrown spear. Through this, when it was first thrown, it looked like it was just thrown in anger and thrown ignorantly, but after it was deflected by Baal, the delay skill ended and other skills were activated.

acceleration and induction.

And as a result, Yaldabaoth, the target of the judo skill, was hit and died.

At first glance, it appears that Baal killed Yaldabaoth using a spear from which he flew.

From Seongjin's point of view, it is no wonder that Yaldabaoth, who has now gone to Satan's side, is caught up with, it is not only the beginning of the civil war that, of course, caused him to stumble.

“These guys… dare you to look at Baal-sama….”

And this caused great anger in the formation of Baal.

First of all, he had the idea that it was Satan's side who attacked first.

Emotions deepened.

This happened because both factions followed the leader unconditionally.

'But not yet.'

Reason is still alive

No matter how much they hated each other, they couldn't fight easily.

The two factions were once people of the same country and were colleagues fighting for the world together.

Knowing the evils of their disappearance, the two forces only growled at each other and could not move easily.

I needed to pull the trigger.

And it's up to you to do it.

Once again.

This time one of the other fragments raises a spear.

and threw the spear.

This time, the window disappears in an instant.

The spear that was making the sound of the secret wind did not aim at Baal this time-

Kwajik-!

-Sungjin, aimed at his own head.

With this, no evidence remains.

* * *

"uh?"

The three Ere sitting next to him seemed to have splashed something on his cheek, so he put his hand on his cheek.

The stain was red blood.

Seerere reflexively turned her head to see that this was on her hand.

His close friend, Garp, who was beside him, is nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a headless corpse appeared.

The body disappeared into powder, and all that was left was a magic stone and a single spear.

… I couldn't figure out what this meant.

He is dead. his best friend.

"...Hey. He said he'd be fine."

Seerere said, remembering what he had said before he died.

Then he predicted the direction based on the embedded spear and turned his head.

It was easy to tell who threw the spear.

Because everyone was looking at him.

He was quite a position in the radicals.

drop... .

It sounded like something was breaking in my head.

A stream of intense emotions pours out.

The opponent was so strong that he couldn't even face him.

If it were his original personality, he would have passed.

If he had suffered, he would have left it alone until the very moment his life was taken.

Are you still holding back your lips and forcing yourself to endure the redness of your face?

However.

Pick up the stuck window.

The three pairs of white wings that were hidden behind his back flapped.

"...I'll pay you back for the drink I couldn't pay back."

Fight!

His body rushed towards the enemy of his friend.

For revenge of a friend.

This was the beginning of the war.

* * *

“…not good.”

Satan watched the current situation and said:

I wonder if there could be a block like this.

Obviously, the initial plan was to press Baal with an overwhelming force, investigate his mistake, and get him to surrender.

It wasn't that difficult.

Although his personalities were different, Baal was a devoted man for the world and his country.

He said that if he was radical, Baal was friendly and it was well-coordinated.

There must have been some reason for him to communicate with the enemy and kill his allies.

I thought so.

So he tried to subdue him in a show manner, listen to the situation, proceed if it was in his favor, and stop if not.

It went in a way that was very different from the original plan.

"The enemy of Garp!"

"Dirty traitors!"

Two factions fighting each other.

Originally, I had no intention of going to battle, but I did.

And it was they who caused this.

Both had fatalities.

It wasn't easy to convince the subordinates who were now robbed of their anger.

Tock, tock.

Satan thought so and walked slowly. He had no one standing in his way.

Rather, he made his way through the fight.

Thump, thump-

If you don't get out of the way, you'll be blown away by the magic power concentrated around it and you'll fall.

Satan proceeded to stun those who stood in the way, both friendly and foe, until he found a group that didn't stun and stopped at his seat. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"What are you going to do? Baal."

Baal.

He got up with his cane and stood in the front row.

Unlike Satan, he brought a bunch of his minions behind him.

He was protecting his men from Satan's magic.

"I want to ask. What are you doing, Satan?"

current situation.

Although they were divided into two factions, there were no major conflicts.

However, the conflict was created by the two thrown spears.

Disrespect and surprise attack on the leader. and deaths that occurred.

This was such a big deal that it even created a conflict that did not exist.

And it was Satan's power that caused this.

However, he was attacking those around him even though he was not active.

"Are you really going to fight?"

"I can't help it? It's running rampant in various ways, so I need to calm it down."

"Really? Are they real? Don't you know that if you do something wrong, you're going to be an asshole?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Speak up. It's your subordinate. If you speak well, they'll listen. I'll help too..."

When Satan heard that, he shook his head from side to side as if pathetic.

"That's why you shouldn't. Words? So what happened? Has anything been resolved? If we had worked together with you, we could have trampled that monster union before it sprouted. But what about you? You said it. So the result is this shape."

"You're mean. Satan."

"At first, I tried to understand you. I thought you hadn't betrayed us. I took the extreme measures... but that's all I can do, but I thought you'd be different. By the way."

Satan's gaze quietly turned upward.

“Is this the result of that belief?”

The sun cannot be seen in the sky due to the explosion.

The light source is magic and skill, not the sun, and what falls is not rainwater, but red blood and flesh, and some of them are dead and turned into manastones.

A battlefield similar to hell.

That's what's happening in the heart of the Underland.

"It was a mistake from the beginning. To divide the power into two. I wonder if we should live together as one."

"However, it's too much...! So how do you try to stop the monsters?!"

"If it's a monster, those over there are enough."

Satan pointed to the fallen and said,

"If you turn them into Deurgos, their power won't go down that much."

Upon hearing Satan's words, Baal put on an expression of absurdity.

Demiurge.

Of course, he was well aware of its existence.

It was a kind of artificial creature.

A test subject that escapes into a stronger being than before.

In general, it is known that he acquires one or two S-class skills, and unlike before, he has blind loyalty.

… So, it was a story that mainly made people who were not like that before.

'A method that has mostly been used only with criminals such as deserters.'

If the experiment fails in the first place, it will die, and there is no way to put a normal person in.

In other words, it was the story of Satan looking at them that way.

criminal. That is, as a rebel.

“…are you crazy?”

"No. It's perfectly normal. I'm only telling the truth now. If you think about it, it's been so inefficient so far. Everyone can get stronger, but what's his death like? What you say can save more lives."

"Satan…!"

"And this includes you."

Wrath-!

Magical energy erupted from Satan's body like an explosion.

As if it was a joke until now, as if it were real now. A mass of magical energy surrounding the entire Pandemonium was formed centered on Satan's body, and those in it collapsed one by one.

However, the concentration increased even more, which was difficult for even Baal to handle.

"Ugh...!"

Thump, thump-.

The men behind Baal, who had silenced their anger, fell.

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'I have become stronger than before.'

Baal trembled at his enormous magical powers that he could not recall from his old self.

Something is strange.

No matter how strong he is, he hasn't been hunting monsters lately.

However, he was much stronger than before.

"Why the hell are you doing this? If it was a partnership with the Monster Union, it was my fault. But that's..."

"Stop making cowardly excuses. Do you think you have more to say after sacrificing your own subordinates and making Yaldabaot's aggression points useless?"

"No. I..."

"I thought at least you wouldn't interfere in our business. I thought you cared for your men and the world. But I guess I was different."

Baal heard his words and was frustrated.

misunderstood

I had to say that, but I didn't even have the right to speak like that.

Is it because trust has already been broken?

It was just that Satan was muttering his own story.

"Now the arguing is over."

woo woo woo-

An enormous amount of magical power was moved by Satan's hand, enough to make the air tremble.

Baal was determined to be sincere.

Now, it was not a situation that could be put into words.

'Well, of course I will lose.'

- You have to struggle.

The various accessories that were worn on his body shone and spurted out magical power.

A special item with an S-grade limit, each one.

And the highest grade among them was the crown and staff worn around the neck.

Baal took the crown in his hand and wore it.

When the symbol of the king, which had not been used since he passed on the throne of this country to Satan, was put on him, and his true face was revealed.

His legs diverge and become eight spider legs, and insect wings grow from his back.

With him, the staff he was holding gleamed golden, dispelling Satan's magic.

"Ugh..."

"Baal..."

Those who have resisted Satan's magic arise one by one.

Baal, not only his minions, but also Satan's minions.

“…for the sake of the underworld.”

powerless cry.

It was a word that represented the life he lived for his country and the world.

“….”

In the past, Satan had also shouted that, but he did not answer and still radiated hostile magic.

The widespread black magic of Satan gathered in one place.