Episode 439: Dreaming the impossible dream (3)

Episode 439: Dreaming the impossible dream (3)

The Marquis de Sade and Major General Orca.

Two people who are said to have the fighting power of a single fortress joined hands.

"Pusssss - The Ushers who chased me in the past were a little spicier, but this one is bland."

"Stop chatting, prison escapee. "Because there's still a lot left."

The Marquis de Sade and Major General Orca were walking among the Usher family's new assassins as if they were taking a walk.

But the changes taking place around me were truly enormous.

Charalalalak-

Sade's whip moves like a giant snake, striking away the assassins on the castle wall.

The strangely twisted and curved coil was cutting and shearing everything it touched, bringing a wind of blood to the surrounding area.

bang! Qua-ang! thud-

Orca's club very easily knocked away the flying arrows, and when no arrows flew, it was swung at the ground like a drumstick.

Every time it hit the castle wall, a heavy seismic wave was generated along with a loud noise, knocking the enemies down the castle wall.

THAAD for offense and Orca for defense.

Their combination was far superior to the combination of Dordium and Soiret that had been experienced in the past at Nouvelle Vague.

Even THAAD is not only good at attacking, and Orca is not only good at defending either.

Sade's whip moved like a monster's tongue, entangling and tightening the incoming arrows, and Orca's club cut the assassins who came close into blood clots with a single blow.

Truly a perfect attack and defense, a circle with a radius of several tens of meters was created around the two old men, and no one could enter it.

Bianca's mouth dropped open when she saw all of this.

"Um, who are those people? Our family's new assassin sniper team… … ."

It's natural to be surprised.

The Shinsal Sniper Team is because the Shingungbi, one of the seven major families, is Usher's core force.

However, Cimmeries' expression was grim as he recognized the faces of the Marquis de Sade and Director Orca.

[Aren't those people leftovers from the 47-man riots? Why are they gathered in a place like this?]Then, Sade and Orca's eyes turned in this direction at the same time, as if they had made a promise.

"Obsolete? "Did you just say that to me?"

"Maybe it's because he's a devil, but he doesn't know much about the world. "Please come here first."

At the same time, Sade's whip and Orca's club flew into the air.

Buuuung-

The aura that wriggled like a snake and the aura that surged like a tidal wave all hit Chimeries.

It was a shock wave strong enough to collapse the entire huge spire.

[…] … Ugh!?]Cimmeries jumped into the air to escape the storm of aura that was collapsing under his feet.

"Who says it's obsolete?"

Before I knew it, I was startled by an eerie voice coming from above.

Sade was laughing terrifyingly above Cimmeries' head.

Per-billion!

A short bundle of whips, wrapped in several layers, struck Cimmeries' head like a thunderbolt.

Chimeries falls to the ground without even being able to scream.

And below, an Orca holding a club was waiting.

Wow!

Cimmeries, hit by a club, breaks the castle wall and flies away.

Charalalak-

Sade's whip wrapped around Chimeries' flying body again.

This time, the long whip tightened around Ciméries' waist, and Sade turned it around like a pendulum.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

Cimmeries was tied to a whip and spun in a circle, smashing all the irregularities on the castle wall and starting to lay waste to the surrounding area.

[Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggssssssssssssssssssnt who non-thanks-When Cimmeries, who had barely escaped the whip, staggered out of the collapse.

Quageek-

The eight teeth bit into the back of Cimmeries' neck again.

The person casting a shadow like that of a grim reaper behind Cimmeries' back was none other than Vikir.

"The devil kills."

[How dare a human being… … !]The moment Chimeries opened his mouth.

Puff puff puff!

Countless iron skewers protruding from the floor pierced Cimmeries' body.

Behind Bikir, Camus was smiling brightly.

"It's the perfect reunion gift to give to your boyfriend."

On the shoulder of Camus, who was happy in a bright tone, Seere was seen looking very small and crying.

[Se, seere… … You bitch, how dare you betray?] [Ugh- hehe- I'm not doing this because I like it either.] [Shut up! If he finds out about this, four years... … !]But Cimmeries could not finish his sentence.

… Quack!

This is because Sancho's axe, Piggy's sword, and Bianca's arrows fell one after another.

Kkukdeudeudeuk-

The golden grip protruding from the ground caught Cimmeries so that he could not even move.

It was Sinclair's magic that followed.

[Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!]Cimmeries turned into black smoke and tried to run away, but it was impossible.

Paat-

This is because the white curtain spewed out by Dolores trapped Cimmeries.

"Crack your neck."

The eight types of teeth drawn by Vikir raged all over Cimmeries' body.

Cimmeries also stretched out his spear to counterattack, but was blocked by Decarabia.

"Pussssssssssssssssssssssssssss…" … ."

"This place has been sorted out."

Where Bikir looked up, he saw Saad and Orca standing there.

In the center, where countless broken spears and arrows were scattered, the two old men, Don Quixote and Usher, were looking down, holding the attackers by their necks and hair.

Bikir also sensed that it was time to end everything.

[Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu be of bunched blood, if it weren't for the 'blood'. Shit! I was wondering why Amdusias collapsed!]Cimmeries shouted as if screaming.

But Bikir did not leave even the slightest possibility.

Vikir, who cut off both Cimmeries' ankles and wrists, soon prepared the final blow.

The intention was to completely destroy the heart.

at that time.

"Bikir. wait for a sec."

There was a voice interrupting Bikir.

Tudor. Don Quixote La Mancha Tudor.

He came closer and was quietly looking at Bikir.

Holding the Spear King's spear, Gungnir, firmly with his only arm.

"Let me do it."

Tudor's gaze showed a firm and determined will.

But Bikir refused.

"Can not be done."

"… … why?"

There was a hint of disappointment in Tudor's voice.

But Bikir was adamant.

"When you are covered in the last blood the devil spits out, your fate changes. "The causality will be distorted."

No matter how lucky you are, the end cannot be good as long as you are with the devil.

The twisted and twisted causality leads the demon hunter's words to a bad place.

Therefore, the end point of a demon hunter's fate is usually dark and lonely.

however.

"are you okay. "This is my choice."

Tudor decided to become a demon hunter.

There is nothing I can do to say it so strongly.

In addition, Tudor was a person who lived a life covered in the blood of the devil in his past fate, so perhaps this is his original fate.

"… … ."

After a short silence, Vikir quietly took a step back.

It is an expression of trust in its own way.

"thank you."

Tudor bowed his head towards Vikir.

Eventually, Tudor asked Piggy next to him.

"Piggy. Could I possibly get a little bit of your blood? "I don't know why, but it feels like poison to demons."

"However much!"

After hearing Tudor's request, Piggy nodded and slightly cut his arm with a knife.

The dark red blood that flowed from Piggy's body smeared the blade of Tudor's spear, Gungnir.

"… … ."

Tudor lowered his gaze and looked at Cimmeries crawling on the floor.

Beneath Cimmeries' open-mouthed face, Passamonte's face still remained on his chest.

The heart is visible through the surrounding wounds and black flesh that were split and torn by Vikir.

Passamonte's face was distorted as it covered Cimmeries' heart.

Soon, a dry voice came out from between Tudor's lips.

"To dream the impossible dream (Soñar lo imposible soñar)."

Gungnir, a spear with two shining blades, raised its head.

"Vencer al invicto rival."

Bloody tears are flowing from the bloodshot eyes.

"Endure unbearable pain (Sufrir el dolor insufrible)."

My heart, which was pounding as if it was about to burst, squeezed out all the strength I had when I was just starting my life.

"Dying for a noble ideal (Morir por un noble ideal)."

All of this is to fulfill the duties and duties of a true knight.

… … no.

"It is not a duty, but a privilege (Su deber no Su privilegio)."

With Tudor's last words, the Spear King's spear, Gungnir, pierced the air.

Per-billion!

The sound of tough leather being torn apart and the evil mass of flesh hidden within destroyed.

The vein through which insidious malice flowed was cut, and all the terrible things contained within came out.

Cimmeries struggled hard, scratching the ground, but Tudor's spear, which pierced his heart and stuck in the ground, did not move an inch.

[Great job… … The gate... … The era of devils... … ]Cimmeries muttered in a dying voice before collapsing down.

And I could never move again.

It was the moment when the fourth protagonist, who was leading the world to destruction, left the stage.

And the focus shifts to the new character who has become the star of the stage.

black blood. Devil's blood.

Tudor, who covered it up, accepted it calmly without taking a single step back.

Tudor's eyes, which pierce through the devil's murky blood, are clear, pure, and upright.

Bikir had seen it before.

The world before the return, the fate of mortality, the era of destruction when everything burned to the ground.

The eyes of a hero who lived the fiercest and most passionate life at the forefront of that era.

King Don Quixote La Mancha Tudor.

It was the spirit of a great hero who would lead the future era.