Chapter 810 – Declaration of War
“What…!!
When a unique type of bloody psionic attack that he had never seen before flew towards him, the manager must have instinctively felt that he could not stop it, so he gave up his defense and quickly left the position.
“Where are you going?”
However, the moment the manager tries to escape using the dimensional transfer artifact, somewhere in the same voice as Seongil’s, he laughs at the manager.
“What…?”
Suddenly, a being just like Seong-il blinks and approaches him and smiles darkly, and the manager, who looks like a middle-aged man, frowns and looks at the being approaching him.
“What are you looking at? Is this your first time seeing a self-immolation?”
The Creator’s doll, which instantly possesses the same power as Seong-il using its unique skill ‘Time of Creation’, laughs at the embarrassed manager who looks at him and then sprays the guy with the transcendent power mixed with the time and sensitivity that Seong-il had used a little while ago. .
“Eat this.”
Because the attack was so sudden, not only he but also his fellow managers were unable to grasp the approach of the Creator’s doll, and in the end, the manager was hit directly by a sphere in which the power of time and response had been condensed.
“Ugh…!!”
Even though the manager is equipped with a colorful and powerful psionic defense shield as he is applying the ancient relics of the Transcendental Church to his body, the shield is torn like a piece of paper by the transcendental attack used by the doll, taking a heavy blow and vomiting blood.
“Good job.”
“…!!”
Seong-il, who was only passively defending, concentrated his widely spread area to the extreme, defended himself more strongly against the attacks of several managers, and rushed at the middle-aged manager who had been hit earlier, swinging Arunlabe.
“K… Ah… No…!”
“Why can’t it work? You son of a bitch.”
Seong-il swings Arunlabe, overflowing with blue flames of destruction, and pierces the middle-aged manager’s torso. Even in that brief moment of attack, the manager used ancient artifacts to hinder Seong-il’s actions, defended his body, and even tried to use teleportation, but the power was sealed in Seong-il’s domain due to the law-destroying power sown by Arunlabe. In the end, he gets fatally injured.
“Ugh…!!”
“A bastard who believes in pseudo-religion.”
After giving a scathing mockery to the manager who looks down on humanity, Seong-il swings the sword stuck in his torso up and down, cutting the man’s body in half.
“How dare you…!!”
The administrators, enraged by the death of their compatriots, inflate their own power by unleashing the power of ancient artifacts and try to stop Seong-il by unleashing even more ferocious power than before.
“Ugh… Try harder, you bastards. Do you even blink an eye when I say that?”
The manager’s transcendental attack became stronger than before as he unleashed the power of the relic he had saved. However, since Seong-il no longer has to hide his skills and can do his best, even though it is difficult, he manages to defend against the wave after wave of them and finish off the mortally wounded manager.
“I will absolutely kill you!!”
A female manager who seems devastated by the death of her longtime colleague. With his bloodshot eyes, the guy unleashes his terrifying transcendent ability and fires a powerful green energy spear at Seong-il again.
“Can’t you see me?”
However, even if they unleash their power and do their best, Seong-il now has reliable support. The Creator’s doll, taking on the role of Joker, rushes towards the female manager who attacks her Seongil and begins to frantically pour out flames of death mixed with her black flesh and emotion.
‘Oh… Black meat can be applied like that…?’
Surprisingly, Seong-il forgets about the battle at the sight of the extraordinary Creator doll that uses powers that the main body has not yet been able to use, and watches his attack. However, for a while, Seong-il defends himself in a dense area from all kinds of destructive supernatural powers pouring at him and gives orders to his hidden alter ego.
‘Everyone uses the blood marriage method! Now let’s give those damn fanatics a beating!!’
As Seongil roared in his heart, the clones hiding in the surrounding buildings simultaneously used the Blood Soul Demonic Art to put themselves into a berserk state.
‘… It’s about 80% of my strength!?’
When as many as 100 self-immolated clones suddenly burst into power with about 80% of his own power, Seong-il, who sensed their change, felt a shiver run through his body.
‘The time the clones can use their rampant power is 15 minutes…!! In the meantime, I’ll kill all these damn bastards…!!’
Seong-il is thrilled by the power of the blood marriage technique, which he uses for the first time since the sensitivity upgrade. After completely revising his existing strategy of holding on to the administrator or subduing just one or two, he decides to bury them all in the grave today.
“Kill it!!”
“Kaaaaa!!”
The crazed clone, whose eyes and skin are all stained red, begins to rush at the manager like crazy, focusing only on Seong-il’s orders. Like the Creator’s dolls, they are now able to use transcendental abilities, and they frantically throw terrifying flames of death mixed with black flesh and emotion at the manager or approach them via teleport and begin beating them.
“What… Is this…!!”
Although they had heard through a report a few days ago that the livestock was using bizarre alter ego-like abilities, they had never heard of the alter ego’s abilities being this strong, so the administrators were perplexed by the alter ego’s attacks beyond imagination.
“I know the attacks of those red-faced guys because I have experienced them before! They are just temporary monsters that self-destruct over time!! So let’s retreat for now! Regroup and join them again and that’s it!!”
The two experienced managers, who had previously faced off against Seong-il at a Korean university, immediately saw through the limitations of self-immolation and blood marriage and came up with a countermeasure.
“Where are you going, you bastards?”
However, it was not a holy day to leave their trickery untouched, and he ordered half of his clones to go on a rampage and spread out a vast territory.
“Kuh…!!”
The runaway clones begin to spread the time zone at once. As a considerable number of as many as fifty clones frantically build up their territory, the territory spreads to a level that exceeds Yeouido.
‘… Is it because I have the same fundamentals and our thoughts are linked? Even though each object does not particularly cooperate, each other’s areas do not cause much conflict?’
According to his experience, since each area has its own power and vibration, not only areas of different power, but even areas of the same type, if the caster’s soul is different, usually violently reject each other.
However, Seong-il’s alter egos were fundamentally derived from Seong-il’s soul. Also, perhaps because they are beings whose abilities have been copied, they appear to be integrated without any problems despite the fact that many of them have expanded their domains indiscriminately.
‘I didn’t expect it… But what! I’m good!’
Since this outcome was not a bad situation for him at all, Seong-il threw away his doubts, raised Arunlabe, and rushed at a manager who was embarrassed because he was unable to escape through dimensional travel.
“Why? Is the situation awkward because you always get beaten up, and now you get hit directly?”
“This… This… Cocky…!!”
“Are you idiots? That’s all you know how to say? Try saying some more original lines, idiots.”
Perhaps because they have been unilaterally beating up other races for countless years and have rarely been beaten, the administrator appears helpless when faced with the appearance of an irregular like Seong-il.
“Hey! Aim for the back!”
“Yes!!”
Seong-il laughs at those guys and teams up with the Creator’s doll to start hunting down the managers one by one. Naturally, it is not easy to have a 1:1 meeting with Seong-il, but when the Creator’s doll, which has the same skills as Seong-il, targets him from behind, the manager is unable to properly defend himself and begins to get beaten up by Seong-il.
“Casa’natarna!!”
When a female manager sees her arms cut off and bleeding by Seongil’s Arunrabe, her fellow managers appear worried about her, shouting out her name, which is probably the female manager’s real name.
“Cruck!! Crack!!”
However, it seems as if the split soul with such madness in its eyes dares to focus on another being with itself in front of it. He begins to attack the guy mercilessly, swinging his black sword like a whip, with blood foaming at his mouth.
“This guy…!!”
The split soul clone was not holding an artifact like Seongil’s Arunrabe, and was fighting with his sanity lost due to the blood marriage method, so despite his strength, the limits of the battle were clear. Thanks to this, the managers were able to show an amazing performance by somehow fending off the onslaught of six or seven clones who surrounded themselves and attacked like crazy.
However, even if the split spirit attack is like that, the power of the attack does not go anywhere, so in the end it is just a ‘defense’, and the manager who is attacked by the split soul has no way to save other colleagues who are individually attacked by Seongil, so they are left to bleed. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and watch my colleague die.
『Team A-3 dungeon cleared. From now on, we will begin our mission to secure citizens.』
