Chapter 190 : Chapter 190

Chapter 190 : Phantom Demon, Morosra (3)

“……!”

Ellen froze on the spot.

He couldn't move an inch.

An enormous pressure crushed his entire body.

Syukak!

Ellen gasped for air. In an instant, goosebumps rose all over his body.

A sharp noise grazed his ear.

A chill like a sheet of ice seemed to sweep over his skin.

―!

It was right after the sound was heard.

A thin line appeared on the neck of the Dayron standing right in front of him, and soon the head separated and fell.

“Get a hold of yourself, Ellen.”

It was Noser appearing from behind.

His uniquely soft voice approached strangely eerily.

“Mi, Mister…….”

“Do not panic. These are not real.”

Noser asserted.

The heads of Ellen's Gang turned sharply all at once.

Even Alkabang's executives stared at him while frozen.

“Wh, what do you mean?! Not real!”

“Literally. Unless Dayron resurrected or something, these are all fakes so I am telling you not to panic.”

Just then, screams burst out one after another from the surroundings.

As Dayrons everywhere swung their swords, people nearby collapsed spraying blood.

Tiaro, who quickly approached Ellen's side, asked.

“Then what are all those things!”

“Hmm, well. I suspect it might be a type of Dark Magic.”

“What kind of Dark Magic is Dark Magic! Those are Demonic Beasts, Demonic Beasts! It must be Dayron controlling them! Dayron is completely pissed right now so―”

“No, that is not it.”

Noser lowered his grip on the sword loosely. His voice sank as well.

“Dayron has already died at the hands of Bihen Benkou.”

At those words, the surrounding air froze.

Everyone's jaws dropped wide open.

“Dayron…….”

“Died?!”

“……That makes no sense!”

“Spouting such nonsense!”

It was then.

The railing at the edge of the deck broke with a crunching sound.

Everyone's gazes focused there.

Ududududuk!

Dayrons crawled up in a swarm.

All of them were biting swords in their mouths and supporting themselves on the ground with their arms and legs.

Their long trailing hair dragged on the floor.

It was like a swarm of bugs coming up from underwater.

“Uaaaaaak!”

“Shiiibal! What is that!”

Screams burst out consecutively.

The deck turned into chaos in an instant.

“Everyone, do not panic. Fighting with the thought of protecting just your own body is enough.”

Noser rushed into the swarm of Dayrons.

There was not a shred of hesitation.

Seuak!

Sword strikes cut through the empty air without hesitation.

Fragments scattered here and there following the flashes that burst consecutively.

As if proving his words, the blown-away fragments soon evaporated into black smoke.

‘What on earth are these……’

Noser frowned.

The unidentified voice he heard earlier bothered him.

“Mister!”

“……!”

At the voice digging into his ears, Noser raised his head abruptly.

Dayrons were flying in above his head.

‘Making me use Aura.’

Noser furrowed his brow.

At one time, abusing Aura was a taboo for knights of the Sharon Faction.

Although it is a forgotten tradition now, that habit was still ingrained in his body.

‘The number is too great.’

Noser raised the sword he laid obliquely in front of his face.

In an instant, white light rising from the hilt dyed the entire blade.

Kwaduduk!

One Dayron grabbed the middle of Noser's sword with bare hands.

The rising Aura stopped at that spot.

[Daring to overuse Karma in front of me.]

It wasn't words coming from Dayron's mouth.

It was the voice of an absolute being, like the sky mumbling low.

‘Aura is……!’

Even the remaining Aura evaporated.

It felt like power was being sucked in.

The grabbed sword didn't budge.

It wasn't ordinary brute strength.

In a flash, Dayrons completely surrounded Noser.

Gleaming blades were reflected in Noser's pupils.

‘……Oh my.’

Life and death are always divided in an instant.

The longer a swordsman survives, the easier they forget.

Noser squeezed his eyes shut.

Peok! Peok! Peo― geok!

Sounds of piercing flesh rang consecutively.

It was an eerie and squelching sound like hunters sticking harpoons into a beast's body.

Noser frowned. Somehow, pain wasn't felt.

There was no sensation of being touched either.

‘……?’

Noser opened his eyes slowly.

Suddenly, the surroundings were silent.

“Ha―”

Holes were punctured all over the Dayrons' bodies.

Pitch-black blood rose like steam.

Dayrons stiffened in the posture holding swords, staggered, and fell.

Kung―

Only then could he see properly.

The texture of gleaming metal poked his pupils.

Those whose whole bodies were covered in plate armor stood orderly like machines.

‘These are…….’

Noser's eyes shook minutely.

They were those machine dolls he encountered in Grimlok the other day.

It wasn't just on the deck of the sailing ship.

From the dock below to alleyways and building roofs, machine dolls were packed.

Dayrons were torn miserably by their swords.

Uuuuuuu―

A low and heavy sound leaked through the gaps of metal helmets.

Resonance was mixed in.

It also sounded like a kind of slogan shouted simultaneously.

Hwiooooo―

A cold and dry wind blew.

The smell of blood and iron mixed together pressed heavily on the air.

Everyone overwhelmed by the spectacle swallowed their breath.

The chaos that was like a hellscape stopped for a moment.

Instead, the footsteps of the legion vibrated like drum sounds coming up from beneath the ground.

[How insolent―!]

Kkwareureung!

Along with a roar of anger, a thunderous sound like lightning striking rang out.

The bright sky turned ink-black in an instant.

A massive single eye was floating where the sun used to be.

[Kneel.]

A bizarre voice combining a man and a woman rang out.

The voice was neither audible nor inaudible.

It was clearly imprinted in everyone's minds.

Tuk― Tuk― Tuk― Tuk―

The heads of people touched by that voice bent one by one.

It was a malformed angle as if someone crushed their heads by force.

Dull sounds of neck bones breaking burst from everywhere.

“Heuaaaak!”

“Sa, save me!”

Someone banged their head on the floor, and someone pulled their hair and wailed.

Tears of blood flowed down profusely.

Amidst screams mixed with fear and madness, Ellen's head was also bending slowly.

His consciousness sank as if crushed. In the midst of feeling like his breath would stop, a faint voice was heard right next to him.

“E, Ellen…….”

It was Tiaro.

Ellen's eyes opened wide.

Goosebumps rose.

Tiaro's eyeballs were shaking crazily.

The whites and blacks spun round and round distractedly.

“Tiaro!”

Ellen shouted. His voice cracked.

The moment he reached out his hand, Tiaro's head tilted down deeply.

It was as if an invisible hand grabbed the back of his neck and pressed down.

[Even though humans are merely insignificant creations in the first place―]

The Phantom Demon, Morosra, was enraged.

The single red eye waved like waves and vomited madness.

A roar of anger slammed down from the sky of the other shore.

[How dare the scrap metal created by those creations raise their heads!]

Lightning struck.

It felt like the sky was turning over.

Everyone closed their eyes.

It was instinct.

However, it wasn't just them.

Soldiers of metal raised spears and swords aiming at the single eye in the sky.

Lightning light flowed over the plate armor.

Legion.

They shouted in unison.

「Heavenly Demon Manifestation」

The resonance continued long.

Bright light spread inside the minds of everyone who closed their eyes.

Immediately after, silence ensued.

It felt like the world held its breath.

Through that gap…….

A faint voice flowed in.

「Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission」

It was a woman's voice. A clear and firm resonance spread out.

“Raise your heads.”

At those short words, the heavily suppressed authority shattered.

Everyone raised their heads.

Gazes headed to one place as if drawn by something.

Through the gaps of blood-red clouds, thin rays of light fell.

The light that pierced through the sky of the other shore and came down created a small pool of light on the ground like a nail.

She was at the center of it.

“……Goddess?”

“It is moving……. The goddess statue is moving!”

“Ah, how can this be……!”

Exclamations of the crowd continued.

Fear was turning into awe.

She walked out from within the light.

Silence bloomed at every slow step.

“Oh my god.”

Someone knelt first.

Starting from him, it spread gradually.

People who brushed by his side knelt as if strength left their legs, and soon everyone sat down as ripples spread to the back.

Rosaria who became the Moon, Kuhn who descended upon her stopped.

It was in the middle of the crowd.

She raised both arms slowly.

“Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.”

The Rosaria Goddess Statue at the altar had a stronger feeling of a machine.

It was closer to a human surrounded by metal.

It wasn't now.

Everyone witnessed clearly.

Human warmth permeated every spot where the machine's outer skin was peeled off.

Long silver hair fluttered leisurely as if only she was facing the wind.

Her pupils were clear like glass.

She was too perfect to be called a living human, and there was no sense of incongruity to be called a doll.

“Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.”

Kuhn recited once again.

She was staring at the single eye in the sky.

Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.

The Legion corps repeated.

Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.

Resonances overlapped.

The resonance of metal and the woman's voice interlocked and spread.

It wasn't a sound but a wave.

The air, sea, ground and sky shook, matching the waves.

Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.

Every time it was repeated, it felt like something invisible in the world was waking up.

Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.

As if the laws of the world that had been asleep for a long time accepted the voice as a signal, and the massive wheel of causality slowly moved again.

“H, Heavenly Demon……, Manifestation…….”

“Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission…….”

Those prostrated muttered.

Their minds were becoming distant.

The boundary between joy and fear disappeared.

Heavenly Demon Manifestation―

The Ultimate Dal and the Book of Eternity.

This was― invoked by the persistent survival instinct of humans.

Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.

It was the signal of a new beginning.

…….

[Laughable.]

Eventually, from the gap of the membrane-like clouds, a massive form slowly revealed itself.

Dozens of wings overlapped together, and eyes sprouted in between them.

All pupils rotated looking at each other.

It was closer to a structure than a body. ‘

It was filling Brakenport's, no, the entire sky tightly.

[Truth originates from me, and falsehood is also completed by me.]

The eyes blinked simultaneously.

People who were prostrating vomited blood, tore their hair, and screamed all at once.

The Phantom Demon's ‘Gaze’, its existence itself was a disaster.

“Keueuk!”

Even Noser had to grit his teeth.

It felt like his head would explode.

‘If it goes on like this, everyone will die……!’

A few people around fainted altogether.

Didn't even know if they died.

It was then, light spread.

Kuhn spread her arms wide.

A silver curtain unfolded and covered the area.

“Do not fear.”

Legions reacted to her voice.

They raised spears and swords high.

Blue light soared from the tips.

The barrier formed in an instant blocked the Phantom Demon's gaze.

A cold glint flowed in Kuhn's eyes.

Heavenly Demon Manifestation, Ten Thousand Demons Bow in Submission.

Legions repeated. Waves overlapped.

The resonance went against the current and rose to the sky again.

[Foolish creations.]

The large eyeball in the center tore open wide.

The moment the world shook again.

Kung―

A low and heavy vibration occurred.

Kuhn raised her eyes.

Her lips moved small.

“You have come.”

From afar, a gray flash flashed.

It was stretching in a straight line.

Bihen Benkou.

All eyes watched him.

Bihen also raised the Heavenly Demon toward them.

“I―”

The voice echoed.

The ray of light flowing out from the tip of the Heavenly Demon soared to the sky.

His figure also rose together.

“To the era of violence―”

Every time the sword strike touched, the Phantom Demon's wings tore and eyeballs burst.

Of course, compared to the Phantom Demon, Bihen was merely a small dot.

However, the single ray of light he wielded was large enough to swallow the Phantom Demon.

“Shall declare the end.”

At those short words, the world resonated.