Infinite Mage - Chapter 1027
Circulating World (3)
The five remaining people instinctively realized Chagall’s rapid killing technique.
“Get ready.”
They scattered around Etella, each taking out their own weapons and showing their will to live.
“They are the same as us.”
“confederate?”
Chagall’s eyebrows twitched.
I don’t think he was more noble than them, but his murder skills were also at a high level.
“I don’t mix in anywhere. “Leave the creepy noises aside and only attack those who are going to die.”
“We thought that too at one time.” A pot-bellied man with no pigtails came over, wrapping a few turns of a steel wire around his palm.
“I don’t know what era you’re from, but this is hell. It’s a society where people like us are law-abiding citizens. “If you hold on with your humble pride, you will be baptized by a storm.”
“Heuksung?”
The pot-bellied one laughed.
“As expected, you don’t know anything. I will slowly teach you the horrors of hell. Have you ever heard of Edron the Strangler?” Chagall’s expression was indifferent, but Etella looked back at the man with a surprised expression.
‘Edron the Strangler. A murderer who brutally strangled 109 people to death 180 years ago.’
Edron pulled the steel wire taut.
“It doesn’t matter what. If only I could suffocate a living thing. Of course, humans are the most fun. That expression where the tongue is stuck out and the eyes roll back. “The movements of struggling to survive drive me crazy.”
According to Etela’s recollection, he
committed suicide by hanging on the 44th day after being imprisoned.
“Averio the human cutter.”
A man with serious buck teeth spoke while moving a large cutter like scissors.
“They killed 287 people. My hobby is disbanding. Dismantling a human being into 3,287 parts from the smallest unit of engineering and biological function is a lifetime record. We might break the record today. For your information…
the corners of his mouth turned up evilly.
“You won’t die easily in hell.” The two killers whom Chagall stabbed with his rapid-fire sword were still squirming.
“…I’m sure I need information.” I didn’t want to help Etella, but I felt bad about being treated by something I didn’t know about.
“I’ll give you a chance. Those who want to live, raise your hands. “I will leave just one person to provide me with information.”
“Hehe, I knew that would happen.”
A man who looked like a weasel took out a chain scythe and crouched down like a mouse.
“I don’t know where he came from, but the way he’s treated as a senior is a complete mess. Know it as misfortune. I’ll cut off your limbs and put them in a box. “You won’t be able to meet the Black Monk.”
“You’re a senior.”
A haze swirled around Chagall, and numerous daggers fell like hail.
“Come at me.” The killers were alert to the unknown phenomenon, but retreating from hell was an eternal fall.
“It’s joint work.”
The moment he finished speaking, the five killers kicked off the ground and rushed at Chagall.
The air trembled and dozens of rapid-fire swords moved as if they had life.
Before Etella could step forward, the two killers fell to the ground with blades stuck in their bodies.
“Aaaah! Blood blood!”
As all the blood in his body spurted out, Chagall’s face became covered in blood again.
“Gotcha! “Now!”
The heavy Edron quickly rolled to the ground and caught Chagall’s ankle with a steel wire.
Chagall didn’t even look up.
“It’s old-fashioned.”
As I waved my wrist while holding the dagger, the shell of the rapid-fire sword lodged itself in Edron’s back.
“100 million! 100 million! 100 million! 100 million!” With blood gushing out like a fountain, Averio rushed forward with his cutter wide open.
“I’ll cut you off from there!”
The cutter that approached the groin was closed with a thud under the grip of the lever.
A look of wonder flashed in Averio’s eyes.
‘What’s so hard?’
Chagall, with his posture lowered, was holding the four swords held backwards horizontally between the cutters.
“joy! “Okay, let’s see!”
Just as he was about to crush the iron, Chagall turned his wrist 90 degrees and raised his dagger.
“Ugh! My my face!”
The blade struck his jaw, and Chagall cut him to pieces with skillful hands.
Averio, who had blades stuck in various vital places, trembled without even being able to fall.
“uh? uh? “Aaaah!”
Suddenly, his eyes popped open and blood poured out everywhere, like a balloon had burst.
“senior? “It’s just that the style is old.”
As Chagall turned his blood-soaked body, the face of the man holding the chain scythe turned pale.
‘It’s a monster. ‘What on earth is that?’
A murderer who terrorized a city must have some skills.
‘That guy is not at that level. A wanted person on a national or kingdom scale. Maybe…
he was being tracked all over the world.
‘I don’t understand. Is that guy wearing a chain of fate rather than just any other karma?’
For a killer of that caliber, wouldn’t it be a knife hell or a cauldron hell?
‘Does that mean that woman is that important?’
As Chagall tried to approach, the man with the chain scythe pointed his weapon at Etella.
“stop! “If they approach, they kill the woman.” Chagall stopped walking, but did not feel the slightest bit of concern for Etella.
“Kill me. “If only I could.”
“I’m not kidding! I’m really going to kill you! “If this woman dies, you won’t be safe either!”
“So kill me. Because I don’t care.”
“this…!”
The man with the chain scythe quickly turned around and at the same time, Etella launched herself.
“Kah!”
Blood poured out of his mouth as the repeated strikes of the Yin-Yang Wave Fist struck the man’s stomach like a drum.
“Off!”
Chagall said as he placed his foot on the back of the man who was suffering and clutching his sore stomach.
“From now on, tell me everything you know. “If you don’t want to end up like those seniors.”
“Aww… Aww…
The man just nodded repeatedly.
“Hmm, it’s a coincidence.”
Chagall and Etella, who had obtained a lot of information from the man with the chain scythe, had serious expressions.
“To sum it up, it’s this.”
Etella said.
“There is an organization called Hwaha Resources Management Corporation that manages hell. “Humans who fall here are purified by the fire of hell and are reborn as new demons.”
Chagall gave the information he needed.
“Purified demons can be killed. However, even if you kill those who have not yet entered the fires of hell, that is, the escapees like these guys, you are not killing them.” Looking at Averio squirming with his chin cracked,
it seemed like Jeonghwa would have been better.
“yes. And the person who catches and purifies the fugitive is the Black Monk (Black Chain). “Isn’t he like the Grim Reaper?”
Chagall asked the man.
“Hey you. Have you ever actually seen a black monk?”
The man, whose wounds were much more severe than before, opened his mouth with a frightened expression.
“Ah yes. Although it didn’t happen to me, I have seen escapees being caught. They are scary guys. It is black and full of dark energy. We also need to move quickly. “The Black Monk may come.”
“What does it look like?”
“So, the black and shady aura…
When Chagall silently raised the rapid-fire sword, the man looked like he was being wronged.
“Really. How can I know what it looks like when I can’t even get close to it? Once the black monk appears, he immediately turns around and runs. Please believe me.”
“good. By the way…
there were more important issues left than the Black Seung.
“The chemical company. “You said the Karma Management Department was keeping an eye on us, right?”
“That’s what I heard.”
“If I ask how much time is left for us to fulfill our karma, will you give us an answer?”
“yes. I saw that myself. No, should I say I heard it? Anyway, let me tell you in advance, it’s better not to listen. That’s a huge amount of time. The one I saw was 1200 years old. He went half crazy and was running around killing people, but I don’t know what happened now. Well, it probably hasn’t been purified yet. They say people with leftover karma can neither live nor die like us.”
Chagall looked back at Etella.
“Why don’t you try it? “I wonder how much time we have left together.”
Etella raised her head to the sky, as a sad person digs a well.
‘please??????
I hope it’s a time that people can handle.
“Are you still watching? “How long until our work is completed?”
“The remaining time until purification… A business-like voice was heard from the sky.
“There are 3,241,644,208,907,109 hours left in 1987, around 2875 years.” While no one could speak, the man with the chain scythe muttered with a blank expression.
“What what? “What time is this?”
It was such a desperate time that I cried even though it wasn’t the karma I was carrying.
Etella fell to her knees.
“Nonsense. How can a time like this come up? “What on earth did I do?”
The informator said.
“For your information, the purification time between you two has been confirmed to be the seventh longest in the history of the Underworld.”
The first place was Lucifer.
“Thank you for your strong emotions, and I will use the karma you gave me for good things. “It was Liona, the Hwa Resource Center redevelopment informator who always works hard.”
Chagall shook his shoulders.
“It’s fun. Hey, let’s take it slow. “You have to live with me for eons, right?”
While Etella was in a daze, the man with the chain scythe turned to the two and asked.
“You guys… what on earth have you done?”
Tormia Royal Castle.
Sirone, who serves as the headquarters for simultaneous events, closed his book and massaged the bridge of his nose.
‘The outside world.’
Among the many things happening around the world, this was a particularly shocking incident.
‘Opats exist in the form of matter. But when you ‘use’ it, even humans become objects. It wasn’t meant for people to use in the first place.’
I could feel the high-dimensionality of the outside world through my skin.
‘The problem is Ymir’s mind. Still not connected. I don’t know what’s going on.’
It was clear that the object ‘Zhuangzi’s Butterfly’ combined Sirone’s information with signals from the outside world.
‘In other words, the state has changed. If that’s the difference between Gyorgi’s Taegeuk and Myka Ruins… there
was a high probability that Sirone, who was fighting in Ymir’s mind, had all the answers.
Then there was a knocking sound.
“Sirone.”
When I opened the door to the welcome voice, there stood Zulu, whose color had not yet returned.
“Mr. Zulu, is it okay if I move?” She was mortally wounded by Ymir’s blow and only regained consciousness three days ago.
“It’s getting better quickly. It’s still too much to fight. Rather, I want to hear the circumstances.”
“Yes, please come in.”
After giving him warm tea, Sirone sat down with Zulu and told him about the past events.
She, who had been calmly listening to many incidents, raised her head when she heard the word Oparts.
“You mean a very ancient civilization. “Does that mean it might have something to do with the outside world?”
“yes. I’m not sure. “The remains of Myka were completely scattered, and when I finally realized something, the quantum signals changed and no longer overlapped.”
“Hmm.”
Zulu said after drinking tea.
“Shirone, would you like to go somewhere with me?”
“yes? “Of course, it’s possible for them to happen simultaneously, but… the body hasn’t recovered yet.”
“Let’s go to Paras in the Middle East.”
“Paras? Oh, you want to go to your hometown?”
Zulu put down the teacup and, as always, conveyed the exact meaning in Middle Eastern.
“There is an ancient civilization there.”