<h4>Chapter 460: Infiltration of the Water Source (9)</h4>


    [Oh- the demon hunter from back then, s this the first time since the trial in Nakajaniye?]


    "...."


    Vikir did not answer uros''s question.


    Talking to demons was an energy drain in itself, and he didn''t feel it was worth the effort.


    So Vikir decided to just give a short pep talk.


    "Die."


    The magic sword Beelzebub emitted a crimson aura.


    ...sh!


    There was no guarantee of a one-hit kill anyway, so Vikir chose the most confident of the options, 4th Form.


    A four-toothed sh.


    His strongest attack in his previous life and his mostfortable attack in this life.


    Not only does it cost almost no mana, but it''s more skillful than breathing.


    Vikir''s sword attack perfectly grasped in all four directions, biting through the space of uros.


    But uros''s skill with the spear was just as impressive.


    ''Original Uroboros''. A deadly weapon, a terrifying artifact that creates red death.


    uros smirked.


    [Seven Demon Sword... Is that Beelzebub? However, there are many other weapons made from the remains of ancient demon constetions. At that time, there were more than one demon constetion. And my spear is one of them].


    Are these the remains of demons who lived in some distant past?


    The two weapons containing poison were shing fiercely, creating countless sparks.


    kwakwang!


    The Red Evil Spirit and the Dark Sun shed.


    Before he knew it, Vikir was using his full power against Flouros.


    "Tsk-"


    Vikir stepped back, spitting blood that had turned red from the gue poison.


    Madame''s poison was rapidly circting in his body.


    It bubbled through his veins, churning through his body as it ate up any gue poison that came in from outside his body.


    It had been a long time since it had reacted so violently, perhaps recognizing the Red Death as an unwee rival.


    ... Pakang!


    The Original Uroboros mmed down on Beelzebub with the tip of its two des.


    At the same time, the hilt made from the sack of the Hell Tree struck Vikir''s head.


    "...!"


    Vikir, who tilted his head back to avoid it, had a scar on his forehead.


    It was a vicious wound that would not easily regenerate, even with Basilisk''s regenerative powers.


    [A sack carved from the shards of the Hell Tree. When Amdusias was killed, I also obtained some fragments.]


    uros smiled wickedly, his eyes still full of amusement.


    Then.


    "Vikir!"


    "Vikir-nim!"


    "Brother!"


    Red, white, and gold. Three shimmering lights emanated from the sides and behind Vikir.


    Camus, Dolores, and Sinir were supporting Vikir.


    Camus''s fire, Dolores''s holy power, and Sinir''s magic and money were now directed at uros in front of him.


    wagigigigig- ujijig!


    The sound of powerful intangible forces shing and twisting against each other.


    The ground shifts, breaks, and reconnects, naturally changing thendscape around them.


    Even in the midst of his struggle, uros looked at Vikir and hispanions and spoke in wonder.


    [You guys fight really hard for others. There will be no benefit to you personally in confronting me...]


    Fighting together, a sight that would certainly be iprehensible to a demon.


    A demon is basically a being who engages in ''the struggle of all against all''.


    In the first ce, demons are a concept defined by humans, so they are not grouped into a single species.


    For example, 3rd Corpse Andrealphus and 4th Corpse Cimeries are as far apart as a goldfish and a grasshopper in terms of biological characteristics.


    Vikir knew this, and could somewhat understand uros''s puzzlement.


    "You might not be able to sympathize with beings who don''t know how to do anything other than fight and steal."


    [Isn''t that the same for you too? In the first ce, humans are a deteriorated version of demons. The part you upy in this worldview could be better performed by demons.]


    uros smirked, but continued to thrust his spear.


    Apart from the swinging spear, the demon''s tongue also continued to wriggle like a snake.


    [My poisonous soldiers have probably begun the siege by now, and I''m very curious to see how long your friends in Tochka will hold out].


    "...!"


    Vikir gritted his teeth.


    House Leviathan''s poisonous soldiers had finally begun the siege of Tochka.


    It was unclear how long they would be able to hold off such a powerful army of mutants.


    They are fortunate to have Major General Orca and Marquis de Sade on their side, but in the face of overwhelming numerical superiority, they are helpless.


    [There is no hope for you. No water has been found, and you cannot protect yourrades. I can''t wait to see the look on your faces when you see that all the humans in Tochka have been turned into poisonous people.]


    The faces of the entire group fell as they heard uros'' words.


    But there was nothing to argue with.


    So Camus, Dolores, Sinir, Tudor, Sancho, Piggy, and Bianca all just stared at him in disbelief.


    Except for ...Vikir.


    "You underestimate the power of humans."


    uros narrowed his eyes in surprise at Vikir''s words.


    [Is this the kind of situation that can be solved by force?]


    "That is unknown."


    [I see, hahaha- you seemed to have the most realistic personality, didn''t you?]


    "That''s why I say that."


    [...?]


    With that, Vikir drew Beelzebub out even longer.


    8th Form. The ck sun spun even more fiercely, crushing uros.


    Soon, the distance between Vikir and uros has narrowed to the point where their noses are touching.


    udeudeug- udeug!


    At the forefront where energy shed with energy, Vikir whispered into uros'' ear.


    "It is not wise to predict the future, for it changes just as quickly as you predict it."


    [....]


    "Just like right now."


    [...?]


    uros just shook his head.


    ...peoeog!


    His vision shes ck for a moment.


    uros jerks his head back with a jolt that feels like his throat is being ripped out.


    An iron arrow the size of a child''s forearm was stuck in his temple and was trembling.


    An arrow much stronger than the one fired by Bianca.


    How tough does the bowstring have to be to send off such arge and thick arrow like that?


    And how strong does one''s arm have to be to pull such a string?


    Even uros had experienced such a powerful arrow before.


    A memory of how everything almost went to waste with just one carelessness.


    A night when he had truly feared for his life.


    [...No way!?]


    uros turns his head in horror.


    Pfft.


    Another arrow flew by, this time lodging itself in the center of uros'' forehead.


    [Keug!?]


    uros backs away, spraying ck blood.


    And a thin shadow flutters over the cliff behind it.


    "Long time no see, Husby."


    The female warrior turns to Vikir and offers a brief greeting.


    Seeing her face, Vikir can''t help but breathe a sigh of relief in many ways.


    Aiyen. A female warrior of Bk. A colleague who was imprisoned at Level Ten in the Nouvelle Vague has appeared again.


    Aiyen smirked at Vikir, then greeted the Night Walkers behind them.


    "Some I''ve seen, some I haven''t. Anyway, please take care of me."


    "That! Where can you pretend to be friends!?"


    Camus exims through gritted teeth, and Aiyen''s eyes narrow.


    "Why? Do you want to be stripped off again?"


    "Kyaaaaaah! You''re behind!"


    Camus''s hostility was even stronger than when she was fighting the demon.


    But their confrontation was interrupted by another figure.


    [Hohohoho- If it''s Uroboros, you have the same name as me, isn''t that stealing?]


    A thick whip flew out and struck uros across the torso.


    Sady. The professor who rode all the way to Nouvelle Vague to save her grandfather, Marquis de Sade.


    She activated Belial''s eyeballs and turned into a demonized version of herself, blocking uros'' path.


    ...cheolsseog!


    The whip swung like a snake, slicing through the poisonous people in the area.


    Aiyen was also sending arrows and punching holes in uros'' body.


    "I caught almost everything before, but then lost him. But not this time."


    Aiyen, who is a native of Bk''s hunting grounds, had once tried unsessfully to sneak into Leviathan alone and assassinate the patriarch, Hobbes.


    It is a matter of shame for Bk''s hunters to pursue the same prey twice.


    So it''s no wonder that Aiyen is so eager to make amends.


    ...peong!


    uros dodged the spur arrows with an annoyed expression.


    uros forcibly pulled out the two arrows lodged in his head and growled, showing his fangs like those of a leopard.


    [Fate does not change just because two misceneous things increase.]


    Just then.


    "Two?"


    One more voice whispered in uros''s ear.


    [...!?]


    When had he been caught from behind?


    Without even realizing it, they were right behind him.


    Through the gap that Aiyen and Sady had created.


    ...cheolsseog!


    Arge leech clung to uros''s back.


    The Magic Sword Asmodeus.


    A terrifying weapon that sucks the blood of its victims.


    It was sucking the life force out of uros''s body in a single gulp.


    [Keuhag!?]


    For the first time, a bloody scream came out of uros'' mouth.


    "...."


    Vikir''s eyes narrowed as he recognized the face of the figure holding uros tightly behind him.


    A body connected to the Magic Sword Asmodeus, ck veins covering the entire body, and a ck aura fluttering fiercely over the shoulders.


    ck Tongue.


    An old acquaintance from Nouvelle Vague, whom he had thought he would never see again, red at him.