Chapter 581: 581 The Hall of Return, Part 33 - Exhaustion

When I entered the room, it was made of cold rock, as if it were a reminder of a mansion hundreds of years old. Inside, rugs are often laid on top of them in brick construction, as the view has been taken internationally that in recent years houses are not meant to afflict prisoners by their very nature, but rather to revamp them. So much so that some places say it's more comfortable than the average home. It is often made with light and cleanliness in mind.

But the room that Rafferty and the others are now looking at is an old fashioned house, where cold rock skin has swelled away. There is no light on the wall, and the stiff air is heavy on the lungs. The little worm moved around, and the manure drowned there. The odor was also terrible and it gave the stark impression that just smoking was going to make me sick of something. The chains are fixed on the walls, indicating that this was the house. The chains were for about 20 people, but the room doesn't matter what you think, it doesn't fit 20 people. Rafferty almost threw up when she wondered if a human being was trapped in this. Even a few of them would drive me crazy if they pushed me into a room like this.

"Is this the place...?

"Subtle things. I do have an unpleasant vibe, but I feel a magical element."

"I agree. Isn't this a base?

"Then what the hell is this place?"

When Belliache planted his doubts into words, Ultina and Impulse had already examined the walls and chains. And Ultina has some doubts.

"This room... no, you have less blood."

"Really?

"Yes. Blood is sticking to the chains, but even on the floor. Maybe he wanted to take it off the chain, but if torture was carried out here, could there be more blood on the floor?

"When that happens, are there more hidden rooms...?

"Can we get out of there? I think I'm going to feel bad. Halpuia's sister there, too, what about limits?

"Ah."

When Impulse saw him, Emerald fluttered as he pressed his mouth and turned bright blue. Impulse rushed to take Emerald outside, where he saw the cavalier's torso standing outside the black door at the moment of breaking up with his head and crying.

"What?"

"Wow!

One of the knights took his sword with an unusual noticing scream of a colleague, but his upper body blew away without even protecting himself with a look like he saw the unbeliever.

The sight in the eyes of Impulse is the sight of the Great Sword blowing the upper body of the knight. If you look closely, aren't all the humans outside already dead? A bloody floor fell from the inside of the room.

"What? Such an idiot, in such a short time!

A man with a big sword that slowly opened the door and came inside as the impulse raised a startling voice. Just there, the humans in the stash came out screaming. But everyone was equally astonished. That would be the case, too. The man with the sword...

"Stupid, why are you here!

"What do you mean?

"What are you doing, Alberto!

The name that Rafferty cried out from the bottom of his belly was Alberto, head of the Temple Knights.

"That's as far as it goes..."

The man who turned into the demon king of the room snapped as he stared at the bloody Lunatica. The servant Lunatica was also deeply red dyed with blood all over her body. The Demon King watches the girl as he narrows his eyes.

"Well done... can I ask you one thing?

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"What?

Answer as Lunatica is baffled. Leaving herself shrunk to the spot, Renatica made an unheeded voice. The Demon King continues.

"Are you sure you're just a human being? You're not part human, or you don't have a magical element together?

"I don't know. Maybe that happened in the process of nurturing, but I've never wanted to be a person myself"

"I see. Difference in talent, do you mean? This ending."

The demon king looked at his body. With enough space for some families to live in, the Demon King's body had been mutilated so slightly that it was harder to find an unharmed place. The countless eyes were crushed from one end, and the mouth was severed so much that it could not even be opened with severe pain. The tongue was pulled out, and the countless tentacles that were substitutes for the hand were pruned without a single bottle remaining. The blood vessels running on the walls were severed, creating a sea of blood in the room. Blood still didn't stop, spitting blood all over me as if it were a broken waterway.

Renatica realized she didn't know how to defeat the Demon King, or decided to kill the Demon King in every room. The demon king made a wound faster than it regenerated, and made a deep decision. Lunatica's weapons were unbearable and all broken, but Lunatica did not hesitate to continue the work with her bare hands. Even the servant Renatica had to bathe in large quantities of returned blood.

The acid substitute saliva filled the room also dismantled the Demon King while Renatica was brilliant. The Demon King cursed himself for gaining this body but not escaping the pain, but at the same time realized his happiness in being able to experience the modus operandi of an assassin who was becoming half legendary in his own industry with no extra space. He says whoever is killed by a leading assassin drips his own head, but the Demon King tasted a similar mood. Along the way, I forgot the pain, I was just desperate to burn the girl to the back of my brain as much as I could. I had forgotten somewhere, such as victory.

But it's just a task for Renatica. I'm only thinking of giving it more efficiency and greater pain. Renatica, as usual, confirmed that her own attacks had become fatal to her opponent, and she nodded in the sea of blood without hesitation in an attempt to restore a little health when she realized that there was no enemy resistance.

The Demon King guided Lunatica there when he tore his own body apart with his last force.

"You should go."

"You're sending salt to the enemy."

"It's not. It's unbearable for a person who just killed himself to die lightly on the spot. If you're inside, you'll be caught in my collapse."

"Right. I'm not thankful."

"Naturally. I'm amazed at myself for doing this too"

That's all I said, Lunatica, who went outside, just left the spot. I can't give you a glimpse here. Drop behind it, the man quietly tries to pick up his last hour.

"(To test my own strength as I continued to assassinate, I proceeded to become this kind of body... but it might not have been a bad idea to build up drills a little more as a human. But I saw good things at the end. No remorse... never remorse)"

The man who became the demon king felt strangely at peace at his death, slowly closing his consciousness.

The escaped Lunatica then grasps the condition of his own body when he confirms that there are no enemies. Remove all unusable clothing and extra gear and try to be lighter. I used the curtains around it again and wiped some blood back.

Seeing herself in the mirror, almost like underwear, Renatica took off her curtains and wrapped herself around her. Not out of shame. The fact that he had nowhere to hide his weapon was because he thought he was disqualified as an assassin.

"(I was strong... if my opponent held out a little longer, this one was out of strength. I can't breathe slightly because my broken right rib is compressing my lungs. I don't have a weapon, and I'm running out of strength. The fact that combat power is 20% of the time at full speed.

And what was that demon king earlier? That man should be the man with the long leg length instruction. Were you the Demon King from the beginning? No, I've never heard of that. He should know exactly where he came from. I should have listened earlier) "

It was a rare regret for Renatica, but that was all she could not afford either. As it showed, Renatica sat on the spot with the wall behind her back.

"(I have to go help Lisa, but my body just can't move unless I take a little break. I'm not sure where he is, and I don't know what he's going to do if he's out of strength when he looks for him. I'm worried about Lisa. But she would surely do well)"

Lunatica felt signs of approaching herself when Lunatica tried to turn her consciousness to rest only for a moment. When she wakes up tired of that body, Renatica sits up and guards her surroundings.

Continued

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