The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 567

Chapter 567

150 Mistiltein (10)

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Astaroth has fallen.

Without being able to use all of that force, with a hole in my back left in vain.

Bam.

And the threads hanging from the demons’ heads were cut.

Immediately after.

“…!”

thud!

For a moment, the whole area was in an uproar.

The army of sloth realized the return of their king and threw themselves into the ground.

“Your Majesty!!”

A pressure that makes the air tremble with just his voice. An expression of loyalty that weighs light even on Belphegor himself.

“I’m sorry.”

Belphegor looked at the demons kneeling around him and said.

“I killed a little.”

“No! “How could you say such a thing!”

The demons each uttered their own loyal voices.

Belphegor feels the pain of his subordinates’ deaths, as if he had inflicted a huge wound on his own body with his own hands.

Knowing that, the demons lowered their heads deeply and did not dare to raise their heads.

“We are sorry! We dared to… Belphegor!”

“I showed you the shame of being used by something as trivial as a thread! Please kill me!”

Belphegor shrugged.

“Fine. Killing you all will only hurt me. And it would have been the best Astaroth could do.”

Astaroth’s forces were weak before he sat on the throne of sloth.

Even if he didn’t know about the contract between Belphegor and his subordinates, he probably wouldn’t have thought that he would easily absorb that army. Since he sat on the throne of sloth, he would force them to obey, but there was no way he would move enough to satisfy Astaroth. That’s why Astaroth chose to be made into a doll. That’s also his original specialty.

“Oh, right.”

Belphegor raised his head as if remembering something.

“The guy who stabbed Astaroth earlier. Come forward.”

One of the demons came forward and knelt before him.

There were still tear stains in his eyes. He lowered his head, hiding his eyes that were red from pain and humiliation.

Belphegor asked.

“What is your name?”

“I am satisfied with the help I received from Lord Belphegor.”

“Tell me, I’ll forget anyway.”

“… It’s called ‘Lajor.’”

“Lazor, since when did you become able to resist thread?”

“It was only a moment ago that I was able to move. Before that, I was always controlled by the thread.”

“But if it showed that much movement, it must have already been resisting to some extent. Even if it couldn’t move, it must have been able to hear, see, and smell something.”

“Yes.”

“Then do you know anything about the locations of the other Seven Deadly Sins?”

Lazor thinks for a moment about Belphegor’s words.

Finally he answered.

“According to Astaroth, it seems that Satan was talking about gathering the Seven Deadly Sins and leaving the castle.”

“Hmm, I guess so.”

Belphegor nodded.

Another demon who was watching asked.

“Lord Belphegor. Are you now returning to the position of the Seven Deadly Sins?”

The eyes of the asking demon were filled with anticipation. The other demons around him were the same.

“Oh, well. I guess that’s what happened in the end.”

Originally, Sloth was Belphegor’s seat. He fell, but he killed Astaroth, who was sitting in that seat, with his own hands.

According to the devil’s logic, the only one who can fill this empty seat is Belphegor.

But Belphegor shrugged.

“If we look at the consequences of the consequences, the Seven Sins will no longer have any meaning.”

“… What does that mean?”

“It means that the seven deadly sins have been destroyed.”

The demons raised their voices in surprise.

“Why do you say it collapsed?”

“You may not know it because you are being controlled by the thread, but there is a guy here who is causing chaos not only in the Demon Realm but also in all other worlds. He is the guy who brought me down from my slothful seat in the past.”

The devil’s murderous intent grew stronger.

They spoke with eyes filled with anger.

“I see, Frontier.”

“Yes. I expect that even the Seven Deadly Sins will not be able to avoid this situation. Especially Satan. He declared himself the king of demons.”

Several demons tilted their heads as they watched Belphegor speak like that.

“… Lord Belphegor, you look happy.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes. He is smiling.”

Hoo. Belphegor was somewhat surprised by the demon’s words.

Are you saying that I’m laughing?

The one who made me lazy is laughing while he makes the world a mess.

But whatever.

“Isn’t it funny? Seeing all these guys struggling around one human being.”

“… .”

Among all those flustered guys, there were even demons, so they had nothing to say.

However, it appears that Belphegor himself is not included.

Belphegor looked around as if he had suddenly come to a realization.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t see those guys.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Who are they, the guys who used to do my work at times like this?”

“… ah.”

Lazor bowed his head deeply as if he understood.

“Four riders, that’s it. “They are.”

Intercepting Lazor’s words.

Doo doo doo doo—

From far away, the sound of Park Chan’s horse’s hooves can be heard.

Lazor glanced at them and said.

“… They have continued to resist the thread. It is said that they have not moved a single step in refusing the thread’s orders until this very moment.”

Astaroth, sitting on the Seat of Sloth. His power must have been amplified by the Seat of Sloth, yet he resisted the thread. Belphegor was purely amazed.

“I see. That’s typical of them.”

Four knights approaching Belphegor.

However, what they are riding on only looks like a horse from a distance, but not up close.

The white horse is just a pile of white bones tied together and rattling around, imitating the horse.

The red horse is just a pile of corpses with blood constantly flowing out of them, imitating the horse.

The black horse is nothing more than a mass of dark ash and soot that mimics the sound of a horse.

The blue horse is nothing more than a blue flame imitating the sound of a horse, resembling Belphegor’s hellish touch.

The sound of the horse’s hooves, its heavy breathing, and its cold eyes were all imitated.

As evidence, the moment they arrived, each horse they rode on fell apart. Bone became bone, blood became blood.

So the four knights stepped onto the ground and knelt before Belphegor.

“Welcome, Your Majesty.”

“It’s been a while. “I’m back later than I thought.”

“… It’s because of that guy.”

“That’s true, but you’re on that guy’s side right now, so be careful.”

The four knights bowed their heads again without asking any more questions.

They are naturally reserved.

I don’t know if it’s their personality or if they just don’t want to bother asking like Belphegor’s subordinates.

“You must have used up a lot of strength to resist the thread. “What do you think?”

Belphegor asks.

“No problem.”

One of the four knights who answered immediately.

Hmm, said Belphegor, looking around at them.

“Do you remember why I kept you guys by my side?”

“…Lord Belphegor.”

Four knights lowering their voices.

There is no playfulness in Belphegor’s words.

“Or have you forgotten?”

“… I haven’t forgotten.”

“Then tell me.”

The knight on the red horse paused for a moment and then answered.

“We are here to kill Belphegor at any time.”

“Yes, you have gathered a group of demons who will easily defeat me.”

Belphegor smiled with satisfaction.

“Okay, dying comes later, first you guys have work to do.”

“What is it?”

“The time has come for me to keep my long-ago promise.”

The knights’ eyes lit up at him.

“… Loki, you are right.”

“Yes. It took a while, but the conditions have been met.”

Belphegor nodded.

“Your job is simple. You cause disaster. “I will tell you when and where.”

“I will accept it.”

The knights bowed their heads as if it was natural.

Belphegor closed his eyes.

“Hmm. Fighting isn’t my specialty. I don’t get along with sloths.”

Something that suits him.

It’s just sitting there, wiggling your fingers.

Belphegor keeps demons by his side to do his work.

Some people are more aware of the times than he is.

Or even more computationally advanced.

The four riders here are even more purely powerful than that.

“So I leave it to you.”

I think that’s the last thing I’ll say.

Belphegor lay down on the spot.

Accordingly, bones and blood, flames and ashes were made into a chair to make him comfortable.

“It’s been a while, let’s play at home.”

* * *

Frondia traveled to Yggdrasil once again, finally arriving at Olympus.

An unexpected sight awaited him.

Wheeing—!!

Boom! Bam!

The sky explodes like firecrackers, and the mountains and trees break apart with a loud noise.

“what…?”

At first, Frontier was very nervous, thinking that the attacks were aimed at him, but it wasn’t.

Looking into the sky, I saw human-like things aiming at each other and fighting.

‘No way.’

Are you gods?

Are the gods fighting?

“Selena, hide in the shadows for a moment,”

Shhh!

Kyaaang!

Before Frondi could finish speaking, Selena emerged from the shadows and struck down a spear.

It was a spear aimed at Frondier’s forehead.

“What did you say?”

“… No, it’s nothing. Thank you.”

Selena is here to protect Frondeer. Frondeer himself entrusted her with this task. But she keeps trying to protect him, so much so that I can’t help but think that Frondeer has developed a bad habit.

“It’s Frontier! Kill him!!”

Someone shouted as he threw the window down. He was floating in the sky, wearing white clothes. He had no wings. He looked neither angelic nor demonic.

So you’re a newbie?

At the god’s cry, the other gods also turned their gaze to Frondia. Some of them breathed life into Frondia, while others had faces that seemed to be waiting.

“Don’t let them get near the Frontier!”

And some gods even moved as if they were guarding the frontier.

‘What is this situation?’

I was prepared for the gods’ full-scale offensive. It wasn’t the worst case scenario, but it was a normal case.

But the gods are fighting each other. It’s so unexpected.

But if you look at the numbers, the side defending Frontier seemed to be overwhelmingly weaker.

‘… Well, for now.’

Weaving, black cloth

Imperial Armory

Black Spear, 30 similar weapons

‘Let’s guess the number.’

Frondier fired a spear made of black cloth. It was fired at the gods who were obviously targeting him.

“You cheeky bastard!”

Kagak River!

One, almost all of them knocked out the window. Or dodged it or lightly brushed it away. After all, they are gods. It would be difficult to see them together with low-level demons.

So, Frontier didn’t see it that way from the beginning.

“Menosorphos.”

Frondior opened up a magic circle. The spear he shot entered the area of ​​​​the magic circle.

‘Within Menosorpo’s magic circle, you can manifest magic from any location.’

So, Frontier was able to create weapons made of weaving in the air.

But it was only used for weaving.

Because up until now, Frondia’s magical achievements have been weak.

‘But now that I’ve become a devil, I guess.’

Let’s try it.

You could call it an experiment.

Frondior took out a mana crystal.

Determination of the stop technique

bursting flame

And after the magic is done.

Come on!

It was broken.

The broken mana spread towards the 30 spears that had been launched earlier.

The art of stillness, black cloth weaving

mixture

Spear of Black Lightning

The 30 windows were scattered like broken glass, but they were quickly put back together in one place.

Those windows that look identical send out a small spark.

Blink!

Phew!!

Pierced the god’s body with the speed of lightning.

“Ugh, ugh!”

“This kid…!”

But that wasn’t all.

Although it injured a significant number of people, surprisingly, some responded.

‘And maybe if they’re gods, they won’t die just because there’s a hole in their body.’

This is just Frondier’s guess, but he was confident.

He saw a god possessing a human and fighting.

They are certainly strong, but compared to humans, their defense and defense are strangely weak.

Perhaps there was no need to do such a thing when the body was in the form of a god. A body pierced wouldn’t be that fatal.

“Everyone, come this way! Frontier is here!”

Another god announced to the surroundings with a loud voice. It was the manifestation of the Aura.

Even the gods who were fighting in other places began to come this way.

‘this.’

Frontier reached out.

I was trying to weave Artemis’ bow and arrows without thinking, but I canceled.

‘I have my allies here now.’

Artemis’ bow attacks all targeted targets without missing a single one.

The friendly forces are taking damage, but Frondier can’t clearly tell who among them is friendly. If this continues, arrows will fly towards everything in sight.

While Frondi hesitated, the gods that his allies had not been able to mark rushed toward him.

at that time.

WHEEK!

Someone reached the frontier by crossing the high speed.

For a moment, Frondier was unable to react to the speed. When his Black Heaven he tried to move belatedly.

“Get in!”

“…!”

Before his eyes were a white horse. A man as clear as clouds. Clean skin. And a long horn sprouting from its forehead his.

‘Unicorn…?’

And on top of it was a woman riding.

“hurry!”

A woman shouting at Frondier.

Frontier opened his eyes wide at the sight of the woman.

“Hestia!”