Ruler of the Game 649

Chapter 649 – The Doll’s Knight

For this reason, he earnestly prays to the god of death and decides to draw more powerful divinity from him into his body.

“Fuck you!”

Seongil again rushes with Arunrabe to the apostle who recites the profane prayer.

At that bloody momentum, the apostle flinched and stepped back. However, like a seasoned tycoon in his own right, he recites the sutras with his mouth without stopping and sprinkles all sorts of curses on Seong-il.

In addition, the Apostle of the Four Gods who used one of the six giant hands like a shield to block the bloody power of Arunrabe.

Spark!!

However, unlike previous attacks, the holy sword of this holy day cut his arm like tofu, of course. It radiates powerful god-killing powers and completely negates its ability to regenerate.

「Kwaaaaah!!

Pain beyond imagination. The pain inflicted by Arunrabe is not just pain, but a serious blow to the soul and existence itself, so the apostle of death feels terrible pain and hardens his body.

“Just get lost! You son of a bitch!!”

The fact that the Inner Plane was invaded was so shocking that Seong-il showed much more excitement than usual and pressed the apostle with more ferocity than usual.

『Stop him!! Stop it!!』

The apostle wildly wields his remaining five hands and tries to stop the holy day by sowing hellfire. However, when that alone is not enough to stop the holy day of throwing the holy fire and swinging a sword at himself, he orders the summoned devil to stop the holy day as if desperate.

『Kyareuk… Kreuk…!!』

However, Arunlabe’s torch radiates an invisible aura, denying everything around it, and the demons that enter the aura’s radius tremble and tremble as if they were stabbed by a sword.

『Kikii Iik!!!』

‘Why is that shit again?’

In addition, a cursed meteorite that glows with fear and pain from Arunlabe’s aura.

Laughing at the chaos in the hall, Seong-il raises his sword and strikes the apostle.

『Kwaaaaa!!!』

Sado tries to stop Seongil’s attack by any means he can.

However, the shield summoned by divine magic, the defense and steel summoned by elemental magic, and the powerful body transformed by the power bestowed by the god of death are all helplessly smashed like tofu in front of Arunlabe.

『God!! Please protect your servant!!”

The apostle of the god of death, whose arms and legs were cut off in half by the knife on the holy day, and the ominous blood that smells rotten everywhere, seeks salvation from his god as if desperate.

“What the fuck? Do you really think you’ll get an answer if you pray to God?”

Seong-il laughs at the apostle’s cry and splits the hellfire he summoned in half.

Then, by attempting a sharp sword attack on the revealed devil’s wings, he succeeds in completely cutting off even the devil’s wings.

“Now what do you want to block it with? Those petite hands?”

Before he knew it, the apostle had had six of his six arms cut off and two wings cut off by Seongil, and he was in a miserable appearance.

The time when the apostle fell into despair after being helplessly cut down by Seongil even after using all his powers. Interestingly, terrible power begins to emanate from its two horns.

‘What is this again?’

At the sudden appearance of evil power, Seong-il tries to quickly step back and check the situation rather than end the apostle right away.

“A crack…?”

Seong-il feels the resonance of the apostle’s horn and the ominous crack in the silent air.

‘…Is the Shinigami trying to give more power to the apostles?’

Seong-il grasped the situation. He instinctively feels that it is more important to resolve that rift than to kill the apostle.

For this reason, he lifts up Arunlabe, collects powerful divine flames, and then wildly swings them and throws them into the cracks as if scattering them.

I’m going to go to the middle of the day!!!

A grotesque sound heard as the two forces collided. The sound, which has nothing to do with the sound of the explosion, causes terrible pain to those who hear it.

“Do you think I’ll give up just because of this?”

However, Seong-il approaches the crack without blinking and strikes it, attacking the essence of the god of death.

“No!! No way!!!!』

Surprisingly, the apostle, who saw that the essence of the god of death was really damaged by the attack of that crazy mortal, was horrified and tried to dissuade him from doing so.

“It’s late, you asshole.”

Laughing at such an apostle, Seongil thrusts Arunlabe’s sharp blade into the crack.

Kiki!! Snuggle Geek!! Kiki!!!

Creepy sounds start to spread all over the place. Because of that grotesque sound that seems to bite the soul, Seong-il instantly feels a strong pain in his soul and protects himself by moving away from the rift with his sword.

‘Is this the end…?’

A crack that slowly begins to shrink. The time when Seong-il was relieved, thinking that it was the death of the god of death. The rift runs out of control again and starts spraying strange powers everywhere.

“No!! No!!!!!!”

‘…What’s going on?!’

Unexpectedly, the runaway rift transforms into a huge darkness and starts eating all the apostles and demons around it.

『Knock off!! Kudos!!』

“…Resonance?!”

And the cursed meteorite rushes in line with the runaway, emitting strange waves.

As evil beings from two completely unrelated worlds run amok and start eating each other, Seong-il forgets to attack for a moment and stares blankly at the scene.

『Damn!! Knocked out!!! Creepy!!』

‘…Does it seem that meteorites prevail?’

In addition to having already disappeared once, the essence of the Shinigami seems to be pushed a little by the cursed meteorite, perhaps because it has been hit quite hard by Seongil.

‘What can I do? Should I rush in now?’

During the days when the holy day could not be like this or that. Suddenly, the meteorite devoured the essence of the apostle and the god of death and transformed into a terrible wriggling darkness.

‘Resurrection!? No… I don’t think that’s the case again…?’

The state of a bizarre meteorite to say that it ate the power of a god of death and became perfect. It changes like the black dragon of destruction that Seong-il saw in the farm world in the past, or it turns into a terrible black flesh and glows.

‘I get it…’

Seong-il breaks into a cold sweat when he realizes why the cursed meteorite eats up the power of the god of death and goes mad.

‘Since both of them symbolize destruction, end, and death in their respective worlds, they instinctively resonated in times of crisis?! The two of them have similar attributes, so they can eat each other to supplement their strength.’

‘However, although the meteorite took advantage of the Shinigami’s weakness and ate him. He’s not originally from this world.’

‘Even though I ate and replenished the powerful power of the essence fragments of the god of death, am I still in so much pain because I can’t resolve the friction with the dimension?!’

Seong-il understands the situation and realizes that he has been quite lucky. In addition, I understand why the sensitivity has not issued a revelation of danger.

‘Don’t miss this opportunity…!!’

Seong-il, realizing that this situation he is experiencing now is an opportunity that will never come again, pours the elixir into his mouth once more and restores his body.

After that, he poured all his strength into Arunlabe, wrapped the holy flame around his sword again, and rushed at the grotesque black flesh without hesitation.

『Kreung…!!』

And the messenger of destruction rushes into his shadow as if to protect such a holy day.

“Thanks.”

『Kreung!』

Thanking the messenger for clinging to his body and setting up a shadow shield, Seong-il begins to swing his sword in the great darkness without hesitation.

『Card Deuk!! Creepy!!』

A grotesque mass of flesh that glows when touched by Holy Day’s Arunrabe. It attacks Seong-il by pulling out countless sticky tentacles from every corner of its body.

‘It’s fucking gross.’

Flesh tentacles with numerous eyes, mouths and sharp teeth. Terrible screams and curses erupt from his mouth, and he begins to deny his surroundings endlessly.

Roaring!!

However, as if laughing at the tentacle’s attack, Arunlabe begins to spread sacred flames everywhere.

The tentacles touched by the flame are burned alive with a terrible scream, and in the end, they do no harm to Seong-il.

“Look around!!”

Seong-il instinctively feels that Meteorite is about to turn into something terrible based on the Shinigami power he absorbed.

Because of this, he climbs on top of the flesh and swings the Arunrabe with lightning speed without being a bit vigilant.

『Kyaaaaa!!!』

A bizarre moan that seemed to mix half and half with a woman and the sound of scratching a chalkboard. Every time Seong-il swings his sword, the countless tentacles sprouting from his body make him terrified by screaming in an incomprehensible language.

‘Die!! Die!!’

Despite protecting himself with all sorts of artifacts, Seong-il feels the cursed power slowly permeating his body.

Feeling threatened by the formidable curse of a meteorite that pierces the blessing of a cosmic holy object in a limited way, he gathers all the strength he had been suckling and slashes flesh like crazy with Arunrabe.

『Damn!! Kyaaaaa!!

Seong-il, who was buried in the flesh before he knew it. He is half insane, swinging his sword frantically, digging through the flesh.

It’s been a while since I didn’t know whether to cut with a knife or dig the ground. He reaches the center of the flesh and discovers something grotesque.

‘…Eye?’

An even more disgusting spherical mass of flesh and countless eyeballs attached to it. As the holy day approaches, it emits terrible screams, curses, and waves, trying to block his approach somehow.

‘This guy is the culprit…!!’

Seong-il, feeling the power of both the god of death and the cursed meteorite in the flesh, gritted his teeth and gathered the remaining strength to violently wield Arunrabe.

「Kiaaaaa!!!」

When the terrifying aura of divine slaughter flowing from Arunlabe touches the flesh, the flesh spreads a terrible scream incomparable to any other.

However, Seong-il, who is protected by the blessing, doesn’t care about the man’s madness, falls into a trance and swings his sword like crazy to slash flesh.

Gulluck… Gulluck…

It took a long time to swing the sword like crazy. Seong-il witnesses the pupils of countless eyeballs turn over.

Guess…!! Kudos…!!

‘Fucking Danger…!!’

In response, Seong-il realizes that the current situation is never good for him, and in a panic, uses all available defense magic again.

‘This isn’t enough…!?’

Seong-il was embarrassed because the sense of crisis still persisted despite all his efforts.

Ugh…!!

As if Arunrabe had read his will, he began to reap the power of the bloody slaughter that he had sowed around him and to surround Seongil’s body with an invisible hard sphere.

‘My body… Has become a bit more relaxed.’

Seong-il, who had not been able to move easily due to his flesh and curse, became relaxed because of the protective film, and quickly poured various potions into his mouth.

And as if Arunrabe had been waiting for that power, he sucked it up and started to add it to his defense.

“Gulp… Gulp…!!”

It’s been a while since I drank potions like crazy to protect myself. The flesh, which has become taut like a balloon, explodes as if spreading terrible power everywhere.

Wow!!

“Fuck…!!”

A storm of unimaginable magical power and sinister divinity. Seong-il is frightened by the baptism of that power and thinks.

‘Even if I endure because of Arunlabe and the artifact… My alter ego and the Little Pineapple House…!!’

Even the cursed knight and Aira couldn’t get away from this area. Seong-il feels the tension as if his blood is drying up because of it.

“…Is it over?

After the terrifying storm passes, Seong-il gets down to the ground and looks around.

“It’s a mess, fuck…”

Horrible pieces of flesh scattered all over the infinite white space. Seong-il gritted his teeth when he thought the explosion was stronger than he had imagined.

‘What happened to Little Pineapple House? What about the cursed knight? Is it Ira? Elysia!? The mirror!!!’

Seong-il is driven further by her worries about her colleague.