The Player Who Returned From The Apocalypse

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A red mist swirls, denying access. Purple lightning flashed here and there, some hitting the ground, creating holes.

It was as if he was telling me not to come in here.

'After all, Darkest and Baal. Seeing it up close is even more creepy.'

This is where the forces of the Darkest and Baal fight.

Astarot burst into admiration as he saw the magical typhoon created by the fierce battle between the two. Just by fighting, such a disaster was unfolding.

It could be said that he was a Baal with similar powers to Satan, the strongest man in the world.

'Still, this is the limit.'

As long as the Bloody Castle is exerted, the Darkest cannot be stopped.

he must retreat

If it was Baal, he would have had enough energy.

By the way.

"Why don't you come out? Baal!"

I don't feel like going back.

This fierce battle seemed to come to an end here.

Baal is overworked.

'Did you not hear the signal to retreat?'

That might be it.

In a battlefield like that, neither sound nor magic would work.

Then he has to go in and deliver it himself... .

Astarot slightly stretched out his hand toward the swirling place with a distasteful expression.

Break up!

He reflexively pulled his hand back and checked his hand at the excruciating pain he felt along with the sound of lightning.

The skin and armor that did not resist any impact were torn and burned.

Unless it was Sargatha Nas, it was suicidal for him to enter that place.

"Uh-huh. You're my seller."

You still have to go in.

You take out the best armor from your inventory and a spear of swiftness.

He doesn't use clone skills.

As a replica, it is sure to be crushed the moment it enters there.

He treated his arm with a top-notch potion and sprinkled it all over his body.

tuk, tuk.

Instinctively, he slapped his legs backwards and slammed the ground to loosen himself up.

As a common analogy, I had to overcome the fear of running towards an oncoming train.

He took a deep breath and said with determination.

"Come on, let's go!"

Astarot filled his mouth with a potion and plunged himself into the typhoon.

* * *

"Heh heh heh heh heh..."

Astarot, who reached the center of the magical typhoon, lowered his head and caught his breath.

He almost died on his way here.

His equipment was tattered to the point of being unusable, and his weapon was blown away.

His body was full of wounds that had not healed.

He was fortunate that he came straight to the center, otherwise he would have been hard to escape death.

"Hey."

His spit was mixed with red blood.

He quickly drank the best potion in his inventory with his clone skill and rinsed his mouth.

After recovering so quickly, I looked at the ground again.

His own blood, which he had just spit, was dripping and moving.

It was within the range of Blood Lord, a skill that controls blood.

'I'm going to recover properly.'

A small wound can cost your life. Recalling the characteristics of the Blood Lord, Astarot checked all parts of his body to see if there were any wounds.

It started moving only after checking everything even in the mouth.

“….”

Wearing items with stealth skills, they moved silently.

After moving like that for a while, I saw a familiar face behind me.

It was the appearance of Baal mixed with the body of a spider, just like in the previous battle with Satan.

"Is it Astaroth?"

He said without looking back. He seemed to have already noticed the secret.

"Baal. Bloody Castle has been activated. We must retreat."

After breaking the stealth, he spoke, but Baal answered without giving him a glance.

"If you want to run away, go alone."

"Wait. What are you talking about? Do you know what's going on? I can't win."

"Know."

"But why..."

"Because my order is to deal with the Darkest Nightmare."

"Things have changed. Now is the time to retreat."

"You have no command."

"Is that important now?"

"It's important."

"His inflexibility doesn't change even if he becomes a Demiurge. He seems to have a good memory, right?"

“….”

"Are you going to keep your mouth shut to unfavorable questions? Answer me properly…."

As he spoke nervously, he felt something strange.

Was his voice like this?

Was his back this small?

Is he worthy of being here?

'He usually used to fight using his subordinates, but he wasn't the type to fight behind the scenes.'

Baal's fighting style was unique.

From time to time, he has the most appropriate skills and skills to use in combination, but no one has them all, and so is Baal.

So Baal led his men. He maximized this by presenting appropriate skills to his subordinates with various skills and providing them with a huge amount of magical power.

Baal made full use of this experience of fighting for many years, something even Satan acknowledged.

But he did not hide behind him.

As he stepped forward, he was aiming for the last shot.

By the way.

Why are you in the safe rear right now?

To clear his doubts, Astaroth grabbed him by the shoulders and swiveled him to look at him.

"Baal. You..."

His appearance was miserable.

There were wounds, but no blood came out. All the blood in his body was sucked out and his bones were bare like a mummy.

The place where the eyes should be is completely empty.

It was never a living thing.

"Have you become undead?"

Baal did not answer.

he didn't have to say

He didn't ask for an answer anyway.

Because I know the answer.

Clearly, there was a necromancer named Necros among Baal's subordinates.

If it were him, it wouldn't have been impossible to make him an undead just before he died.

Being undead is never a bad choice.

The undead does not need blood by default, so it was easy for him to respond to the Blood Lord.

But as a human being, he had no choice but to hesitate to make such a choice.

It's not just out of hate.

This is because when you become an undead, your ego gradually disappears.

In other words, there is no change in dying in the end.

Baal, who had been keeping his mouth shut for a while, struggled to open his mouth.

"If I didn't do this, I couldn't deal with it."

Baal looks up to the sky.

Following him, Astaroth also looked up.

Originally, the sky seen from here, the core of a typhoon, is bound to be clear, but this is not the case here.

red

Instead of the blue sky, it was full of red blood.

His subordinates who received the magic of Baal were blocking it.

They were also undead.

Including the caster Nekros.

"Go back without disturbing me. I'll do my thing."

He couldn't say anything at the sight of him knocking his hand away as he was holding him.

he gave his life

Even if I took it like this, even the magician became an undead, so it was good to see that I would run into a runaway later.

He must be left here.

'Is this going to happen again in the end?'

He died again.

As he became a Demiurge, he lost his ego and dies, and here he dies again.

And he did it he couldn't stop himself.

He was so helpless that he looked back at him.

then.

Peeing-!

A single red stem flew toward the sky.

'That's... .'

The blood he spit.

A very small amount of blood quickly flew into the sky.

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Blood pierced the throat of one of those defending the Darkest's attack.

His head drops and breaks, and he falls to the ground.

"Damn it. Stop that!"

When Baal's men saw this, they shouted and ran.

It's just a small drop of blood.

It was simple to subdue it.

But the wave was by no means an easy one.

The undead treated by the drop of blood was the backbone of defense, and those who were mobilized for defense for a short time were neglected in defense to deal with the small drop of blood.

That small gap was enough.

Ti Dick-

How long does it take for the Darkest to break through the shield?

Chang Kang!

The shield was shattered with the sound of glass breaking.

A rain of blood from heaven came down and soaked his whole body.

And.

Clap-!

In an instant, he tightened his body and crushed it.

"this…."

Baal was terrified at the sight and reflexively tried to develop his defensive skills.

His location is the farthest from the sky on the ground. Unlike others, the skill expression time was sufficient.

And.

"Asta."

It was used against Astarot, not himself.

* * *

squash.

Woodduck-

Blood covered the ground.

Baal took it head-on and met the same outcome as his men.

It makes a sound of crushing bones to pieces.

Although the shield didn't look like bloodstains, it was a real sound that he was dead.

"Ha."

A laugh broke out.

He framed him, but he defended himself.

He must have become a Demiurge, and he must have just been born.

He would have said his job was to deal with the daquist.

It must have been all his fault that this happened.

He survived and others died.

He was miserable.

hooo.

walk the shield

It was a skill that even had transparency, but it didn't matter.

Eventually, the typhoon of magic and blood disappeared, and Darkest was standing still.

He was holding a magic stone.

"He was a valiant warrior. He became a puppet named Demiurge. He and their determination to die on their knees were worthy of consideration."

“….”

"Thanks to you, I was able to put him at rest when he was a warrior. Thank you."

He killed him before he lost his temper as an undead thanks to him.

- Baal died because of him.

Darkest said so.

"I'll ask you first. Won't you surrender? The war is already over. Besides, I want to save my life as much as you are the one who risked your life for Baal."

Nettle!

In response to Darkist's question, Astarot speared out his spear and answered instead.

"Is this the answer?"

The spear pierced right through Darkest's chest.

But he acted as if nothing had happened.

Nettle!

A series of spears pierced through his body.

But it was still.

The spear pierced his body, but that was all.

He came very casually.

Astaroth flew his body without a spear this time.

It was dangerous.

Tub.

And as expected, Daquist grabbed his arm as if it were being sucked into his grasp.

"Jim recognized Baal as a warrior because he had the ability to do so. What you do without that ability is courageous and arrogant."

"…I know."

Astarot, who had not spoken until now, opened his mouth.

"Still, I don't think Baal saved me to surrender to the enemy."

"Did you have a purpose so you saved him? The purpose is to save him."

"I'm not the one to surrender, the one he saves."

"So you're going to die? To be so worthless?"

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"Sheesh. I knew what he was."

tuk.

bouncy-

Darkest released Astaroth's head. The spears embedded in his body slid out and fell to the ground.

Even though there must have been no damage, Astaroth sat down on the ground with a bewildered expression.

"If you want to die, die as you please. But if you even think about the person who saved you, live. Jim is a vampire, but I don't like to bleed with my hands."

"That's funny."

"Can I tell you a more funny story?"

Darkest said so and sat down.

Although he was at war, he did not pursue the retreating men. He didn't seem to mind.

"Have you ever thought about after the war is over?"

"Yes."

"Ah, was that a silly question? You must have seen it often. It's been a lot of invasions so far."

Humans cannot stay on the devastated land, and living things become extinct.

end of the world.

That's the end of a normal war.

"Jim doesn't want that conclusion. Jim wants to rule this place because he has nowhere to go. But who wants to rule a place like that?"

Astaroth listened silently without even arguing.

It was something he had never thought of. Both the reason and the purpose of the Monster Union causing the war.

"Jim wants a peaceful place. I don't like strife and I don't want to see blood anymore. So I'm trying to get rid of them all."

"Excessive delusion."

"The bigger the goal, the better. It's good enough to be called a delusion in other people's eyes. And there are concrete plans."

Dakist held out his hand.

"After the war, we will form an alliance."

"What…?"

"I'll live with you. With you. Of course, I'll have to put restrictions on you to stop invading other worlds."

Darkest spoke as if it was fun.

After talking with Seongjin before the match, I have been thinking endlessly about what to do after the victory.

They destroyed the wall, a symbol of war, and did not touch private houses.

Those who surrendered, let alone civilians, were not touched.

“…how is it. Jim’s delusion.”

At Dakist's words, Astarot lost his words.

The opponent killed Baal.

It was something he could never forgive.

But I fell in love with his story.

Influenced by his words, he was confident in his desperate denial of the thoughts he denied to himself.

And at the center of it was still Baal.

'If Baal was alive, would he have accepted this condition?'

His hands move freely.

Darkest slowly turned towards his outstretched arm.

Meanwhile.

"uh…."

His head was spinning and his vision was blurred.

Dachist grabbed him as he collapsed as he lost strength in his body.

"This…."

Pick pick pick-

Darkest looked around.

There were countless people who showed the same reaction as Astarot.

All soldiers and people of the Underworld.

Magic was draining from their bodies.

He got up and went up the wall to check the flow of magic.

"What the hell is going on?"

The magic power was heading towards the first area beyond the wall.

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