The Academy’s Weapon Replicator - Chapter 345

Academy’s Weapon Replicator Episode 345

Chapter 101 Gap (3)

Frondier has raised the power of the devil.

A power that does not need to be controlled overflows through his body.

The power of the devil is the power of the soul.

Frondier has once again unleashed the power that once subdued tens of thousands of miscellaneous demons with one hand.

Now that I can use my power properly, it is even more powerful than that.

Even more gruesomely, Frondier applies demonic power to Bael.

“…What is that?”

Marco, who was watching, blurted out without realizing it.

Demonic power does not interfere with physical force. Pantemonium, a battle between souls and minds, also affects only the two fighting and the living creatures around them.

But now Marco feels it. That the air is trembling.

‘…If I try to stop you now, I’ll die.’

Unlike Pantemonium, the devil’s power does not attack anyone except its intended target.

That’s why Elysia was fine when Frondier used the devil’s power in the mansion.

Even Marco cannot fathom the demonic power that Frontier possesses right now.

If that force were to change its target and hit him, Marco had no confidence in his survival.

Even though he has the ability to regenerate, it doesn’t mean he can regenerate his mind, and I don’t know how to do that.

‘The power of a devil that powerful…’

Although it is rare for Marco, he has seen it a few times.

Satan, whom he currently serves, and those who hold the same rank as him.

Seven deadly sins.

‘Frondier has already reached them?’

I don’t know what the superiority of other powers will be, but if we only look at the power of the devil, Frondier may have already reached that point. It smells similar.

But then, Marco had something to be sure of.

It is impossible to enter a pantemonium that has already been created with that power.

‘The Seven Deadly Sins are a bunch of curiosity. Everyone has tried to rescue the defeated demon in Pantemonium. The same goes for what Frontier is doing now.’

Everyone’s thoughts were similar to the current Frontier.

Does it make sense that I cannot enter my pantemonium?

However, Pantemonium is not theirs.

It’s like the devil’s temple. It is a solemn place created when two demons clash their souls.

Although I cannot recognize the Seven Deadly Sins, the owner of that place is worthy of being the true King of Demons.

The Seven Deadly Sins clearly rival the power of the gods. No, most gods cannot overcome the power of the Seven Deadly Sins.

There are many gods whose weight in mythology and the power of their names do not reach that level.

However, despite this, there was no owner of Pantemonium. Not a single devil is allowed to enter there.

So it’s definitely the same for Frontier.

‘Trying to become the owner of Pantemonium now is the height of arrogance. ‘Frondier.’

While Marco was sensing Frondier’s failure,

Frondier was thinking something completely different.

‘Pantemonium is not just a fantasy. Me and Bael unfolded it right here. If Bael is still trapped inside, it hasn’t been moved somewhere or disappeared.’

Pantemonium still exists right here and now.

Although it is not visible, it exists and is still there, but the world has removed its existence.

Frontier had had a very similar experience before.

‘…Elodie.’

When Elodie was lost due to the influence of Rector Ospreet.

Frontier used his ‘sixth sense’ to find her.

If Pantemonium can’t avoid the eyes of the ‘other world’ like it did then, its sixth sense will work this time too.

‘good.’

Frondier raised Helheim’s mana. Just like when I discovered Elodie, I pour all my mana into my sixth sense.

What is different from then is that the power of the devil is also in use now.

This is more of a headache than difficult. Sensation of moving left and right hands separately.

However, Helheim’s mana is ultimately the same as Frondier’s limbs, and the devil’s power is his soul itself.

In the end, it was as if a hidden curtain was slowly unfolding in Frontier’s eyes.

“it’s okay.”

With those words, Frondier entered the pitch-black world again. The moment I realized, I entered the world of Pentamonium again.

I don’t know what this will look like to Marco now. Will Frondeer appear to have disappeared or will it just appear to be standing still like it did when fighting Bael?

You’ll find out when you get out of here again.

“They said I could never go in, but they kept threatening me.”

Frondier said calmly.

However, from Frondier’s perspective, it is a ‘grave death’.

Once the match is decided, Pantemonium never appears in reality again.

This is now like a law for demons.

So what Frontier is doing now.

“I think I found a bug.”

In this world, the higher the status of a being, the purer it is. Either as evil or as good.

Here, pure means that it is more unified as a constituent of the world rather than a disposition of inclination.

Just as the Seven Deadly Sins are infinitely immersed in the demonic world, Baldur and Thor belong to Asgard, and Zeus belongs to Olympus.

The higher the level, the more deeply involved and less mixed it is in that world.

From their perspective, Frondier, which always carries mana from another world in its body, is literally a foreign body among foreign bodies.

And that is why only Frontier allows unauthorized ‘re-entry’.

“Okay then. Let’s look for Bael.”

* * *

After being thrown into darkness.

I don’t know how long time has passed.

Frontier’s Pentamonium is just nothing. It is not about slowing down or speeding up time.

However, the mere fact that there is nothing ruins the sense of time.

In the first place, not long after entering this Pentamonium, Bael was collapsing.

For anyone who has already reached their limit, one second feels like hours and one minute feels like an eternity.

“….”

In that darkness, Bael simply remained silent.

At first, even words that didn’t make any sound were spat out like a scythe.

I had to have the sense of shouting something to be able to endure it.

But that didn’t last long either.

The fact that he could not hear the sound after spitting it out made him rather disgusted, and even the fact that he had screamed afterwards was incomplete.

This place is not just pitch black.

It is a merciless universe that returns everything to nothing.

‘Even the pain…’

The power of the devil is said to be the form of a soul, but it is a weapon used to defeat the opponent as well as the soul that appears as pantemonium.

Their soul becomes a weapon and a spear to stab the opponent. The entire world they create is a spear and arrow aimed at the enemy, a panacea.

Therefore, most Pantemonium inflict pain on their enemies. It is a real thing that does not inflict pain on the body, but inflicts pain on the other person’s soul.

However, Frontier’s Pantemonium has nothing like that. After all, pain is evidence of existence.

There is no way Bael would feel pain as he begins to be treated as something that does not exist.

What this world pours out is not pain, but fear.

‘…ah.’

The moment you realize that your actions are meaningless and worthless, how insignificant your personality becomes. Bael is experiencing it clearly now.

Since there was no meaning to seeing, listening, or talking, I soon started to stop doing it, and since

there was no meaning to thinking, even that gradually.

──That’s right.

That time when I tried to let go of all consciousness.

Bael’s ears responded sensitively.

For a moment, he thought even this was an auditory hallucination. However, the auditory hallucination was clearer than I imagined.

And it didn’t stop with just one time.

Jump, jump, jump.

Bael raised his head. No, I thought so.

He believed that he had raised his body from its slump and decided that he was looking around.

All of that.

“hi.”

With a languid voice and a faint ray of light.

It was revealed that Bael had actually done that.

“…ah.”

“I won, Bael.”

Bael couldn’t believe the man in front of him was making relaxed noises.

Of course, Bael clearly felt his defeat.

Therefore, it was even more obvious how this would end.

No one can re-enter the Pantemonium. This is the devil’s common sense.

Is all this an illusion? Bael, do you want to live so badly that you have such ugly delusions?

“You bastard. how?”

“Well, I won, so listen to me. “Because I have a lot of work to do for you.”

Frontier said it as if it were a child’s fight.

“How did you get in here? This is Pantemonium! “It will be impossible to come back in!”

“Even if you say that, they’ve already come in.”

Frontier had no intention of explaining the process of entering the room.

It’s not that important to him or to Bael right now.

“Well, it’s shameful to talk about it while it’s in a place like this, but given the situation, there’s nothing we can do.”

Frondier exhaled lightly and looked at Bael with a grin.

It was the face of a boy, so out of place.

Yes, it was the smile of a boy who was only a second grader and not yet an adult.

“Obey me Bael. Then I’ll get you out of here.”

“….”

“I don’t know if this threat will work. To the King of Hell.”

Frondier scratched his head. He knows that demons value their own lives.

Would it be worse for Bael? Or maybe not? In any case, since he is a demon, there must be something about him that values life more than humans. For Bael, who is called the king of hell, that may be pride.

In that case, ‘obedience’ may be an offer that Bael can never accept. There is a possibility that I would rather choose to die.

“….”

Bael looked at Frondier for a moment.

Just looking at it right in front of you, it is a carefree face that cannot be seen as the person who created this ’emptiness’.

But every time I look into those relaxed eyes, inside those eyes.

Even as Bael, I face black eyes with a depth that is difficult to understand.

“…Are you saying you’ll save me?”

“If you obey.”

“When you return to reality, are you going to use the devil’s power on me again?”

In order to subdue the devil, the effectiveness of the devil’s power is the best.

But Frondier shook his head.

“I don’t use anything like that. It doesn’t work anyway. “Either this pantemonium will be created again, or it will die.”

“…Did you know?”

Frontier has several demons that he has killed with his demonic powers.

It was partly because he couldn’t control his strength, but there are also many demons who choose to die on their own.

“Just saying is enough.”

“Words are enough? “Is it enough for me to say ‘I will obey’?”

“okay.”

“…Do you think a promise like that would work for the devil?”

Bael was dumbfounded.

No matter what promise humans make with the devil, they put in place all sorts of restrictions and expedients. It’s natural. If we don’t do that, it’s humans who will suffer.

The devil is a ‘devil’ no matter what he does. There is an area between humans and demons that cannot be tolerated.

“You don’t have to listen.”

“…?”

“You obey me. In return, I let you get out of here. That’s enough for now. “As long as the procedure is carried out.”

At those words, Bael looks at Frondier for a moment.

‘…Are you saying that there was some kind of magical device used in that procedure? No, that can’t be possible. It makes no sense to enter the Pantemonium, so it is unreasonable to install magic inside it.’

“…good night.”

Bael nodded.

“I obey you. “I and my army will follow you from now on.”

“good.”

Frondier nodded.

There was nothing more to ask Bael.

Frondier raised Helheim’s mana to leave this place again. It seemed like he had no interest in Bael anymore.

The sight was so strange that Bael asked again.

“…What is your purpose?”

“ok?”

“If you make me submit, what’s next? Do you want to have all the devils under you? “Do you want to become king?”

──Become the king of demons.

Coincidentally, Bael said something similar to Arald.

Frontier was also a word that kept ringing in my head recently.

Frondier tilted his head.

“…no.”

“what?”

“I’m not interested in ‘King’.”

King of Demons. I quite like the word itself. Somehow, I’ve thought that if Frondier himself were to become a king, that would be the least plausible one for someone with such a bad temper.

But in the end.

Frontier knows who he is.

“I won’t be like that.”

“Something like that?”

“Something like a king or a god.”

“…Ha. You make it sound like you can do anything if you put your mind to it.”

Bael chuckles.

Frondier smiled at those words.

“You are still the king, Bael.”

Frondier told Bael to obey.

At the same time, he still refers to Bael as king.

What does that ultimately mean?

It didn’t take long for Bael to realize that.