Chapter 164: Chapter 164: The Demon's Illusions
Ah, younger sister! [I'm scared!]
[Big brother! Help!]
[Someone help!]
Children's crying faces.
Dantalian must have collected the faces of the children trying to escape from the orphanage.
Vikir remembered a strange code of conduct he saw a while ago.
It's probably intended to scare the children, prevent them from escaping, and prevent anyone from approaching them.
And knowing all this, Dolores was able to ignite a divine fire of greater strength than she had ever managed before.
...Grumpy!
Pure white flames began to engulf Dantalian's entire body.
"Ah!?"
Dantalian writhed in agony as his body burned.
But Dolores couldn't see it.
"Bad, above all, you bastard!"
She can barely curse.
Tears streaming from her eyes blur her vision.
She lowered her head, unable to meet the eyes of the children suffering in the flames.
Her innate divine powers were immense, but she had not yet gained the practical experience to use them effectively.
... But she had experienced hands that made up for it.
Bang!
Vikir. The nighthound once again bared her sharp teeth, slicing a piece of Dantalian's flesh.
"This is a chance."
Dantalian is burned by Dolores' flames, and the searing pain is tremendous.
At this moment, there was a chance to slowly cut Dantalian's body.
...Whoosh!
A fiery aura exploded from the tip of Vikir's sword.
The mucus-like aura that symbolizes the highest grade of gradient has almost solidified.
[Hmm!? ]
Dantalian stood up, his body ablaze with white flames, and pulled out his purple tongue.
Dawn! Click! Click!
Vikir's sword and Daniel's tongue clash violently.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of blows were exchanged.
However, even the skilled Vikir was no match for Dantalian's demonic speed and continued to attack.
Taan!
Vikir felt his knuckles crack as Dantalian's tongue slapped him on the back.
"He's certainly stronger than Andromarius."
Andromarius, who was inside Set Les Baskerville's body, was also a super-high-ranking demon in the demon lord class.
The difference is that the knights of the Baskerville family were fighting together at the time, and it was Hugo Les Baskerville who killed him.
However, Vikir had a reliable ally in his duel with Dantalian.
"Nighthound, step aside!"
Dolores formed a barrier of white flame in his hands.
During the quick exchange, Vikir, who swung his sword without blinking or taking a breath, was able to fall back behind the barrier and recover.
Whoosh, sizzle, sizzle...
The white heat burns away the darkness and blows Dantalian away.
But Dantalian was in no mood to rush.
[Ho, ho, ho!] No one has ever pushed me like that. Certainly interesting].
"Is it interesting? Let's see if you can say that before you get fucked."
[Violated? Are you going to kill me now? Hohoho. That's a lot of balls. Yes]
Dantalian pulled one side of the mustachioed gentleman's face forward and said quietly:
[Yes. All people believe that they are special. Selected. Individual. A hero who defeats monsters and brings peace to the world. main character. Something like that.
His face immediately transforms into that of a seductive woman.
Then it changed to that of an innocent child, then that of a stubborn man, then that of a wild old man.
Thousand faces. It was a transformation perfectly suited to Dantalian's face.
But no, everyone in the world is special. Everyone is a hero, a lover, a fool, and a villain. They are all protagonists and have their own stories to tell.
At the same time, Dantalian exhaled a thick black mist from his mouth.
Fog instantly filled the entire room, like smoke from a fire.
Flutter.
Three unpleasant objects fell in front of Vikir and Dolores as they stepped back.
It was a dull leather bag, similar to those that Ephebo, Hebe, Pedo, and Geront once wore over their faces.
The bag on the far left was fidgety.
...Breathtaking!
Black blood moved on the surface of the thin leather bag.
Then.
... Bang! ...bang! ...bang!
Three leather bags started making a fuss.
Their eerie hand waving was like the bag a death row prisoner would cover his face with before death.
Dantalian smiled with satisfaction, as if she had just seen what was in his bag.
[Shall we listen to the story?]
* * *
In the thick fog.
Dolores looked around for Dantalian, who had disappeared into the fog.
"What kind of fog is this? Even the power of God won't erase it."
"...Be careful."
Vikir has fought against Dantalians before.
His attack patterns were somewhat predictable.
Then he saw one of the three black bags floating in the air, wide open.
Vikir said it dryly.
"This is the Bag of Shame carried by Dantalian, the face collector."
"...?"
Dolores scratched her head.
Bag of Shame turned to Dolores and pulled out something.
When Dolores saw what was inside, her expression immediately turned to fear.
"Ah! What?"
It was Dolores herself who came out of the bag.
[...]
Fake Dolores stares at him expressionlessly.
Vikir calmly explained.
"The Bag of Shame makes the target look embarrassed. It's a mental attack that brings back to life her most shameful memories."
So what I'm about to see is the most embarrassing moment in Dolores' life. It's a reenactment of one of my humiliating memories.
This is a terrible technique that not only instantly destroys the bond between co-workers but also drives you to your own sanity.
...but?
Sh
Dolores didn't do much after coming out of the bag of shame.
All she did was pee in her pants.
"..."
"..."
Vikiel and Dolores stopped speaking at the same time, as if they had made a promise.
"I'm dead!"
Dolores immediately released a white flame, blowing away the bag of shame.
[Eh! [How could you get over humiliation so easily?]
Dantalian's confused screams could be heard from beyond the fog.
Apparently, overcoming this illusion can harm the demons behind it.
Well then. The next bag came to life and opened its mouth wide at Dolores.
Vikir's expression hardened.
"Next is the bag of fear. Make the opponent's face the scariest."
The thing that emerged from the bag of fear stood in front of Dolores.
It was a middle-aged man with a grim expression.
Vikir recognized his face immediately.
"Cardinal Humbert!
Godfather of the Old Order and Dolores' biological father.
When Humbert's face appeared, Dolores' expression hardened.
"Oh, father..."
Nervous. I didn't make much of a sound.
Dolores, why are you here at this time? [Have you done your homework?]
Cardinal Humbert looked haughtily at Dolores.
The whip in his hand made her pupils dilate uncontrollably.
"Oh, oh..."
Dolores broke out into a cold sweat but could not bring herself to look back at Humbert.
Just then.
Children's play.
There was a blow that blew off Cardinal Humbert's head.
Vikir. He interfered with Dolores' memories.
"An illusion is an illusion. There's nothing to be afraid of.''
Hearing Vikir's voice, Dolores let out the breath she had been holding back.
Cold sweat rolled down his cheeks and chin.
"I'm sorry. I don't have a good relationship with my father. For a moment, I forgot that it was a hallucination."
"Okay, he said.
Vikir nodded and didn't ask any more questions. What? There weren't any.
Only one bag is left.
"This is a bag of love."
Dolores nodded at Vikiel's words.
At this point, I know what to expect. Maybe it's the face of a lover.
But even for Dolores, it was difficult to predict exactly which faces she would find.
She couldn't remember a time in her life when she could confidently say she loved someone.
It is true that she was guided by the Rune Order's commandment to ``love thy neighbor,'' but Dantalian's ``love'' is probably not that ``love.''
Well then.
Tuttututu...
What came out of the bag of love took shape.
There was a man wearing what looked like a black robe.
A black cloak covered his body, a top hat covered his head, and a grotesque mask in the shape of a stork's beak covered his face.
It was a night dog.
"..."
"..."
For a while, there was an awkward silence between Vikiel and Dolores.
"Is that...?"
"Oh, this bag is weird; it drives people crazy!"
Dolores threw up her hands in irritation as Vikir slowly turned her head.
At that moment, I heard Dantalian's sneer.
[Hohohoho! My bag is more honest than yours, and even if you don't realize it, it picks up and brings out the little feelings you've hidden deep within!
Dolores' face lit up. I blushed at the words, which seemed to be an affirmation.
"Wait! You're wrong, I swear! ... No, I'm not, but I never thought of that.!" did not say.
He simply drew his sword and placed the nighthound in front of him.
Bang, bang, bang!
With the saint's sacred fire behind him, Vikir effortlessly plunged his sword into the nighthound's body, scattering it into a handful of mist.
``Fortunately, it seems that the power of that body cannot be reproduced.''
This is probably because Dantalian's magical power has not yet been exerted.
Because when they met during the pre-regressive Age of Destruction, Dantalian was able to recreate his opponent's face and even his strength in his memory.
Vikir was lucky to find Dantalian so quickly.
On the other hand,.
"..."
St. Dolores could not move or speak.
Vikil thought for a moment about what to say to her.
...Click!
The three sacks started moving again.
[Hohohoho, I didn't have high expectations for Holy Prince; I mean, what kind of punk would have a past like that?]
"..."
[But I have high expectations.]
Dantalian These words are directed at Vikir.
A demonic technique that evokes and manifests the target's memories of shame, fear, and love.
The battle with Vikir has begun.
Coming soon.
Tutu Tutu...
The first bag, her Bag of Shame, began to look into her memories of Vikiel and brought her back to the present.
Next.
Landscapes and objects began to materialize in the fog.
"... Huh!?"
Dolores took her breath away.
[...Huh? ]
Dantalian, the creator of illusions, was also speechless.
Black sky. A pile of corpses. River of Blood
The center of the world is where everything has been destroyed.
A tall pillar stood on the extremely barren earth.
Dolores' gaze naturally shifted to the top of the pillar.
And immediately, something at the top of the pillar burned deeply into her retinas.
heads.
A severed head was grotesquely displayed.
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