Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 080
Chapter Title: Malpas's Nightmare
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Lightning magic echoed through the air.
But Kyle couldn't help furrowing his brow right away.
"......"
It was because a translucent black hand had suddenly shot out to block the descending [Lightning Stake].
"This is..."
He looked up at the swirling black mass overhead.
And sure enough.
A static-filled voice reverberated through the room where they stood.
"Ah...! Aaaah...!"
Walter Lebreck, who had been trembling on the floor, suddenly widened his eyes.
Soon, his face filled with nothing other than ecstasy.
"A-as expected!! Great Malpas!!"
He scrambled to his feet and shouted toward the black mass.
"I knew you...! I knew you wouldn't abandon me!! Aah!! Praise Malpas!!"
Walter looked at Kyle, blocked by the black hand, and laughed.
"Heh heh heh, now do you get it? This body is under the protection of the great Malpas! Butcher! No matter how fiercely you come at me, as long as Malpas favors me! You can't lay a finger on me...!"
At that moment—stab!
A massive crimson claw burst out from his solar plexus.
"......!!"
Kyle blinked in shock at the sudden turn of events.
Walter stared down at his own chest in disbelief.
"Th-this is..."
And at the same instant, dark red blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Gaaack!"
Walter, vomiting blood wildly in front of him, looked up at the ceiling as if he couldn't comprehend.
"M-Malpas, why...?"
An unpleasant chuckle slithered into their ears.
The black mass rippled as if amused.
"!!!"
Walter Lebreck's eyes bulged at those words.
"N-no way. From the very beginning, this was your plan...!"
Malpas had planned from the start to use Walter Lebreck as a vessel to descend into the mortal realm.
Afterward, he intended to shed Walter's skin, wear it like a suit, and blend into human society as "Walter Lebreck."
"Gaaack!"
Ominous black hands extended, binding Walter's limbs.
"Mal...pas...! You damned... demon!!!"
Walter spat blood again, his face twisting in rage.
"Without me...! The descent ritual...!"
"What...!"
Heh heh, it chuckled, speaking to Walter.
"N-no...! Gack!"
Kyle swiftly launched himself forward, swinging his sword at the black hands gripping Walter.
But Malpas chuckled as he yanked Walter upward in an instant.
The black mass overhead gazed down at Kyle, forming what looked like an eye.
He hadn't known the exact details because that arrogant demon had stubbornly refused to talk about it.
Malpas narrowed its eye at Kyle.
The holy sword of Rudicium.
The finest and most exceptional weapon among those used by the Montena Kingdom's Holy Knights.
A blade that only the knight captain chosen by the sacred flame could wield—and Malpas recognized it instantly.
'Seir?'
Kyle steadied his stance, narrowing his eyes.
'The demon my godfather summoned back then?'
Hundreds of years ago, in the Age of Chaos, the ones who resisted the demons that finally descended into the world most fiercely were none other than Montena's Holy Knights.
But the knights who upheld the sacred flame weren't as noble as they seemed—and neither were the people of that kingdom.
Arrogance, greed, envy, slander, malice.
The demons exploited human frailty in the shadows, eventually corrupting even the holy flame of Montena.
Montena's Holy Knights were indeed exterminated by demons.
But they had already begun collapsing from foolish internal blades long before that.
And the one who incited that infighting was none other than Malpas.
It was the very deed of the demon now seeking descent once more.
The demon asked,
Kyle made a face like he'd misheard.
"What?"
Malpas let out a low chuckle before continuing.