Clash antara Frondier dan Belphegor.
Sesuai plan Quinie, semua orang di dalam gentongan saksi langsung peristiwa itu melalui Wizard view. Ksatria Roach bukan kalake. Dale masta amuk sebagian besar trupa Manggot yang kehilangan dirinya, mereka ciluk do hologram. Sual Belphegor dan jawab Frondier. Semua ksatria perak berarmur dengir itu lah. Dale Wizard view dilah, dia berbiak dengan berat.
"Kamu semua dengir?" Dia berbiak kalak ada berat di rah. "Kita liu sia yang harus kita lindungi?" Lainde kali, lah mereka sedikit lebe harta. Mereka sanpak arti soalan Sylvain. Mereka jawab dengan karar yang tancap di hat. Sylvain taku. Bahu dia kau berat kalak raman ksatria yang liu.
"Kita tanam boleh genteng." Mereka nanti lindungi Keluarga Roach dan harta mereka. Dan mereka liu bagaimana karang keduah keluarga Roach berbeah dengan ceber. "Jika kita genteng sesaat, kita tak nam sawan lomah dia." Naom sebagai ksatria terbaik Kekaisaran, mereka tajamberk pedang di hat untuk lindungi majikan yang batu komin.
Nadi pedang Frondier ditegemag dagah Belphegor langsung. Belphegor jatuh do tinggi. Belphegor, yang jatuh dengan momem tu la, garat karah kawah masif where he collided with the ground, cabiojokanan smok tebal. Frondier bolelahn penenunan when he berhung. Rather than releasing it, he no longer had the strength to maintain it. He soon looked at his kiri. Cahaya laju biru that Belphegor created, the flame that tried to devour Frondier's left hand, had disappeared. The horribly damaged left hand barely maintained its shape and trembled.
'If I had been even a little late.' A shiver ran down Frondier's spine. After all, if both hands weren't intact, he wouldn't even be able to attempt the sword energy 'Nail'. Moreover, the pain was so excruciating that he almost dropped the hammer.
'By the way, this Mjölnir.' Frondier lifted the Mjölnir he was holding. 'Did it fly all the way here from the Imperial Palace?' Right before fighting Belphegor, Frondier sensed the presence of this Mjölnir. Rather than sensing it, it felt like Mjölnir was calling him. However, he wasn't sure. He wanted to solve it within his own means as much as possible. He hoped that wielding the Mjölnir weaving with Excalibur's bluffing would be enough. But of course, it wasn't enough, and Belphegor read his intentions. If it weren't for this Mjölnir, it would have been Frondier himself who crashed to the ground.
'I heard that no one but Thor can control Mjölnir.' Throwing Mjölnir and having it return according to his will. Only Thor could do that. At least, that's what the game's literature and information said. Frondier controlling the Mjölnir he weaved was only within Menosorpo. In other words, he just controlled Mjölnir like he controlled other weapons. But this time was different. From the Imperial Palace to here, Mjölnir flew at high speed to reach his hand. Whether Mjölnir really had a self or not, Frondier couldn't help but say those words.
As Belphegor fell, changes occurred not only for Frondier but also on the ground. Starting with someone shouting like that, it became visible to everyone. The army of corpses was disappearing. No, they started to crumble in place as if that was what they were supposed to do. The blue flame that was burning Frondier's left hand and the army of corpses disappeared. The meaning was clear.
Frondier descended to the ground and approached the place where Belphegor had crashed. Thump, Frondier's steps were quite cautious. Of course, he struck with the intention to kill. Excalibur, filled with all the mana of Helheim in the mana crystal, the real Mjölnir, if he were alive after being hit by that combination, it wouldn't make sense. And in the first place, if this plan didn't work, Frondier wouldn't even be able to fight Belphegor.
As the smoke cleared, Belphegor's gruesome appearance was revealed. There was a huge hole in his chest, and blood flowed from countless deep wounds all over his body. If he were human, he would have died from excessive bleeding before the hole in his chest. But he was a devil. A devil of the Seven Sins, so just in case, Belphegor made a sound. With his chest pierced and his entire body covered in horrific wounds.
"You monstrous bastard." Belphegor spat out insults and turned his languid gaze to Frondier. But it seemed like he couldn't move any further.
"I thought you were going to get up again." "No way. This body is going to die soon." Frondier's brow furrowed at the somehow unpleasant choice of words.
"……As expected, the reason you can exist in this world." "That's right. This is a borrowed body. I will return to the Demon Realm. I've grown quite attached to this body, though."
Frondier clenched his fist. He had fought a life-or-death battle, but his opponent hadn't even risked his life in the first place.
"Don't make that face. For me now, it's better to die than to return to the Demon Realm." "It means stepping down from the seat of Sloth."
Frondier's eyes widened at those words. Belphegor continued.
"Why are you so surprised? Your Empire does something similar. Isn't that 'Zodiac'? They always maintain the number 12. The Seven Sins are the same. A demon whose authority has fallen steps down from their position, and another demon takes the seat of 'Sloth'. They maintain the Seven Sins."
"Then what happens to you?"
"I fall to the bottom of the Demon Realm and get imprisoned."
"……With your level of power, you should be able to resist."
"It's not something you can resist. It's different from your human prisons. Just like you can't avoid falling into hell because you don't want to."
Belphegor mixed in another insult in the meantime. Frondier shook his head.
"……Belphegor, I have a question." "If you were a devil itself, not borrowing a human body, would you be stronger than you are now?"
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