Ketika Frondier tiba di tempat orang-orang itu berada. "Seperti yang kuduga, tidak masalah jika tertangkap di sini." Hanya para iblis dengan sayap terkembang, tampak siap bertarung, yang ada di sana. "Jika seseorang bisa naik ke lantai ini, dia pasti berpangkat cukup tinggi. Apakah semua orang seperti itu adalah iblis?" "Omong kosong! Kami di sini karena kami yang paling cocok untuk membunuhmu! Hitchcock tidak membedakan iblis dan manusia!" Frondier merasa akan tertawa terbahak-bahak, jadi dia mengangkat kepalanya. Sepanjang hari ini, kata-kata yang dia ucapkan kepada Paul mirip. Namun mereka melindungi seorang ketua yang mempraktikkan kanibalisme. "Tidak perlu bersembunyi karena kau sudah sampai sejauh ini! Aku akan menembus lehermu!" Salah satu iblis menusukkan tombak panjang. Pemandangan seorang pria bersayap iblis memegang tombak panjang cukup cocok. "Loven! Jangan! Kalian, mmm! Mmm!" Paul buru-buru berteriak sesuatu, tapi Obsidian menutup mulutnya lagi. Sebagai gantinya, Frondier berkata sambil menyeringai. "Begitu, ya. Dari sini, ini akan menjadi pembelaan diri." Dia melangkah maju saat mengatakan itu. Mata tombak menembus ruang tempat Frondier berada sebelumnya. Seperti yang diduga, iblis itu tidak ragu dengan kata-kata itu. Dia langsung menyerang dan menusukkan tombaknya ke arah Frondier. Frondier memutar tubuhnya untuk menghindar, tapi dalam hati dia mengagumi gerakan itu. "Dia benar-benar membidik leher. Dia jujur untuk seorang iblis." Frondier menyesuaikan sarung tangannya. Dia butuh sedikit lagi. Gelombang hitam mengalir keluar di sekitar Frondier. Itu memenuhi lorong sempit dan mendekati para iblis seperti ombak. Sejujurnya, pemandangan itu tidak terlihat seperti pertarungan antara manusia dan iblis. "Bagus kalian menyerang lebih dulu. Menyegarkan. Mengurangi kekhawatiran." Saat Obsidian milik Frondier perlahan mengalir ke arah mereka, para iblis secara alami mundur. Ini adalah Hitchcock, wilayah iblis dalam arti baik, atau tempat suci iblis dalam arti buruk. Para iblislah yang akan menderita jika tempat ini dihancurkan. Meskipun lorong-lorong perusahaan ini lebar, tetap tidak selebar di luar ruangan, dan keuntungan jumlah berkurang di ruang seperti itu. Terlebih lagi, lawan mereka adalah Frondier, yang dianggap terbaik dalam hal keterampilan saat menghadapi banyak lawan. "Karena kalian sudah mengumumkan tadi bahwa kalian membidik leher, aku juga akan memberimu peringatan." Frondier mengulurkan tangannya untuk membidik lebih tepat. "Lima orang di depanku sekarang, aku akan membidik bahu kalian. Aku akan menembak mereka semua secara bersamaan." "A-Apa yang kau bicarakan," Obsidian yang mengalir memanjang menjadi duri dan menembus bahu dua iblis. Tiga sisanya nyaris menghindar. Dua yang terkena meringis dan mundur. Obsidian menembus bahu mereka tapi tidak menembus sepenuhnya. Apakah itu terhalang oleh aura mereka atau Frondier menunjukkan belas kasihan, mereka tidak bisa tahu. Rasanya masih bisa ditahan, tapi ketegangan para iblis sangat tinggi. '...Dia memperingatkan kami, tapi kami tidak bisa menghindar...!' Visi dinamis dan refleks iblis secara bawaan lebih unggul dari manusia. Ini bukan begitu banyak karena perbedaan struktur fisik, melainkan karena akrab dengan aura berarti mereka bisa mengoperasikan tubuh mereka dengan laju yang lebih cepat. Mesin yang lebih cepat menghasilkan performa lebih baik. Namun, dua dari mereka terkena Obsidian. Kecepatan adalah faktor, tapi kurangnya persiapan terhadap duri Obsidian sangat signifikan. Ketika manusia normal menusukkan tombak, ada banyak sinyal yang memperingatkan lawan, seperti gerakan menarik kembali, otot yang mengencang, dan mata yang bergerak untuk membidik. Namun, Obsidian hanya mendekat dengan tenang seperti air lalu tiba-tiba memanjang menjadi duri. "Hmm, aneh. Jeremy tadi dan sekarang para iblis ini sepertinya tidak bisa bereaksi terhadap Obsidian. Pielott berhasil menghindar dengan cukup baik. Kupikir titik awal Pielott setingkat iblis, tapi apakah dia sebenarnya lebih unggul?" Frondier menggumamkan sesuatu yang tidak dipahami para iblis. "...Aku melatihnya setiap hari menggunakan serangan yang sulit dihadapi iblis, jadi mungkin aku melakukan sesuatu yang agak tidak adil." Namun, para iblis tampak lega bahwa 'Pielott' ini, siapa pun dia, masih hidup. "Baiklah, peringatan berikutnya." "....! Dasar sombong!" Para iblis buru-buru melakukan serangan balik, karena mereka bisa melihat dengan jelas apa yang akan dilakukan Frondier. Mereka memutuskan untuk menerobos Obsidian yang mendekat seperti ombak. Mata Paul membelalak melihat ini. Anehnya, Paul memahami situasi seakurat Frondier. '...Mereka akan mati jika melakukan itu.' Frondier berpikir dalam momen itu. Saat para iblis mencoba mendorong Obsidian, itu akan memanjang ke dinding, lantai, dan langit-langit, secara bersamaan menyelimuti mereka. Tentu saja, Obsidian tidak akan bergerak sendiri; ini adalah situasi paling ideal dari sudut pandang Frondier. Dengan kata lain, karena itu ideal dari sudut pandang Frondier, dia ragu. ──Jika dia melanjutkannya, mereka akan dimusnahkan. Pada saat itu, sebuah suara membuat gerakan para iblis terhenti. Frondier benar-benar terkejut. Para iblis, yang sedang menyerang dengan sayap terkembang, tiba-tiba berhenti. Untuk menghentikan kecepatan seperti itu dalam sekejap, Frondier harus siap melukai mereka. Dia harus mendirikan dinding tebal di depan mereka atau menarik mereka dari belakang. Apa pun itu, mereka tidak akan berhenti begitu saja. Namun, mereka benar-benar 'berhenti'. Kecepatan luar biasa mereka benar-benar lenyap. Suara itu datang dari dalam sebuah ruangan. Itu bukan suara dengan wibawa atau keagungan, melainkan suara yang seolah sedang berbicara kepada teman. "Biarkan dia masuk. Semua orang akan mati kalau begini terus." Seseorang berbicara tanpa berpikir, lalu ekspresinya berubah seolah menyadari kesalahan. Namun, mengingat alur situasinya, identitas suara itu terlalu jelas. "Kalau begitu, aku tidak akan menolak." Frondier berjalan, menarik kembali Obsidian saat melangkah. Para iblis menatapnya dengan mata membara amarah, tapi Frondier mengabaikan semuanya. 'Ketua Hitchcock, ya.' Meskipun dia belum pernah bertemu langsung. Dia berhutang banyak pada Hitchcock dan akrab dengan mereka. 'Aku penasaran alasan apa yang telah dia siapkan.' Frondier perlahan membuka pintu.
Bab 606
When Frondier arrived at the place where the people were. "As expected, it's okay to be caught here." Only devils with their wings spread, seemingly ready for battle, were there. "If someone can come up to this floor, they must be quite high-ranking. Are all such people devils?" "Nonsense! We are here because we are the most suitable to kill you! Hitchcock does not discriminate between devils and humans!" Frondier felt like he was going to burst out laughing, so he raised his head. All day today, the words he had spoken to Paul were similar. Yet they were protecting a chairman who practiced cannibalism. "There's no need to hide since you've come this far! I'll pierce your neck!" One of the devils thrust out a long spear. The sight of a man with devil wings holding a long spear was quite fitting. "Loven! No! You guys, mmm! Mmm!" Paul hurriedly shouted something, but Obsidian covered his mouth again. Instead, Frondier said with a smirk. "Is that so. From there on, it will be self-defense." He took a step forward as he said that. The spear blade pierced the space where Frondier had been. As expected, the devil didn't hesitate at those words. He immediately charged and thrust his spear at Frondier. Frondier twisted his body to dodge, but inwardly admired the move. "He really aimed for the neck. He's honest for a devil." Frondier adjusted his gauntlet. He needed a little more. A black wave poured out around Frondier. It filled the narrow hallway and approached the devils like a wave. To be honest, the scene didn't look like a fight between a human and devils. "It's good that you attacked first. It's refreshing. It reduces the need to worry." As Frondier's Obsidian slowly flowed towards them, the devils naturally retreated. This was Hitchcock, a devil's field in a good way, or a devil's sanctuary in a bad way. It was the devils who would suffer if this place was destroyed. Although the hallways of this company were wide, they were still not as wide as the outdoors, and the advantage of numbers was diminished in such a space. Moreover, their opponent was Frondier, who was considered the best in terms of skill when dealing with multiple opponents. "Since you announced you were aiming for the neck earlier, I'll also give you a warning." Frondier stretched out his hand for more precise aiming. "The five in front of me right now, I'll aim for your shoulders. I'll shoot them all simultaneously." "Wh-What are you talking about," The flowing Obsidian extended into thorns and pierced the shoulders of two devils. The remaining three barely dodged. The two who were hit grimaced and retreated. Obsidian pierced their shoulders but didn't penetrate them completely. Whether it was blocked by their aura or Frondier had shown mercy, they couldn't tell. The pain was bearable, but the devils' tension was extremely high. '...He warned us, but we couldn't dodge...!' A devil's dynamic vision and reflexes were innately superior to those of humans. This was not so much due to differences in physical structure, but rather because being familiar with aura meant they could operate their bodies at a faster rate. A faster engine resulted in better performance. Yet, two of them were hit by Obsidian. The speed was a factor, but the lack of preparation for Obsidian's thorns was significant. When a normal human thrust a spear, there were many signals that alerted the opponent, such as the pulling back motion, the muscles exerting force, and the eyes moving for aiming. However, Obsidian simply approached quietly like water and then suddenly extended into thorns. "Hmm, that's strange. Jeremy earlier and now these devils can't seem to react to Obsidian. Pielott managed to dodge it quite well. I thought Pielott's starting point was on the same level as a devil, but was he actually ahead?" Frondier muttered something the devils couldn't understand. "...I trained him every day using attacks that devils find difficult to deal with, so maybe I did something a bit unfair." However, the devils seemed relieved that this 'Pielott' guy, whoever he was, was alive. "Alright, next warning." "....! This arrogant bastard!" The devils hurriedly counterattacked, as they could clearly see what Frondier was going to do. They decided to push through the Obsidian that was approaching like a wave. Paul's eyes widened as he saw this. Surprisingly, Paul understood the situation as accurately as Frondier. '...They'll die if they do that.' Frondier thought in that moment. The moment the devils tried to push away the Obsidian, it would extend to the walls, floor, and ceiling, simultaneously enveloping them. Of course, Obsidian wouldn't move on its own; this was the most ideal situation from Frondier's perspective. In other words, since it was ideal from Frondier's point of view, he hesitated. ──If he went through with it, they would be annihilated. At that moment, a voice caused the devils' movements to cease. Frondier was genuinely surprised. The devils, who had been charging with their wings spread, suddenly stopped. To stop such speed in an instant, Frondier would have to be prepared to injure them. He would have to erect a thick wall in front of them or pull them back from behind. Either way, they wouldn't just stop like that. Yet, they had literally just 'stopped'. Their tremendous speed had completely vanished. The voice came from inside a room. It wasn't a voice with any dignity or solemnity, but rather one that seemed to be addressing a friend. "Let him in. Everyone's going to die at this rate." Someone blurted out, then their expression changed as if they had made a mistake. However, given the flow of the situation, the identity of the voice was too obvious. "Then I won't refuse." Frondier walked, retrieving the Obsidian as he went. The devils glared at him with eyes burning with anger, but Frondier ignored them all. 'The chairman of Hitchcock, huh.' Although he had never met him in person. He owed Hitchcock a lot and was familiar with them. 'I'm curious what kind of excuse he has prepared.' Frondier slowly opened the door.
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