Damn Necromancer

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Chapter 221: The Third Trial (9)

[Level has increased by 55!]

[You have tasted the pinnacle of luck that is difficult for humans to reach!]

[The title, 'Super Lucky Guy,' has changed to 'Fortune's Favorite'!]

[A new entry has been added to the ‘The Beginning of a Legend - Part 2’!]

"Oh."

Messages popped up one after another.

Beyond level 500, it was often referred to as the Wailing Wall. This was because the experience required increased murderously.

But his level went up by 55 in one go.

This fact alone showed how high the average level of the demons gathered here was.

And there's more...

'The title has evolved as well.'

Super Lucky Guy.

It was a title he obtained at the beginning of the awakening. A title described in a vague phrase that seems to have been lucky, and.

'It was a title I put to good use.'

It was like that one guy who is good at only one thing and he does it well every time.

Perhaps thanks to the number 6 that came up on the dice of fate, the title had changed.

He immediately checked the contents.

[New Title List]

[1. Fortune's Favorite]

[Overcoming the limits of the race, you have tasted the highest luck.]

[Effect 1. 'Luck Stat' accumulates at special branch points. (0/10)]

[Effect 2. When the luck stat reaches 10, you can activate 'Divine Luck'.]

'Luck Stat?'

It seemed to be a structure that accumulated little by little and then exploded all at once.

'Divine Luck.'

If it was an ability that showed such a terrifying sight, like wiping out an army of 100,000 at once today…….

'Jackpot.'

No, it's a super jackpot beyond the jackpot.

It was then that he was looking at the title.

―Is this what you were hoping for?

Vulcan asked, swallowing his saliva.

"That's right."

―……How is this possible?

"I told you. You can't beat a lucky guy."

―Is that your luck?

"Yes. And the battle isn't over yet."

The three demon lords were not dead yet.

If they were dead, his level wouldn't have just gone up by 55.

The title wouldn't end with just one either.

His prediction was true.

The already closed ground was shaking violently as if something was glowing from within.

Bang!

An explosion erupted.

The three demon lords emerged from underground. But their condition was not normal.

The beautiful golden mane of Marbas' head was disheveled as if struck by lightning.

The owl-like Amon's beak was crumpled, and the camel-headed Paimon was covered in scabs.

―Keuh! You bastard, what kind of trick did you play?!

Marbas shouted with fierce eyes. His mind was now full of questions.

He already knew about the existence of the 'human'.

Because he heard it from Paimon.

He was also aware that the human had some skills and had caught Paimon's attention.

But this bizarre turn of events was beyond his expectations.

The ground split open, and the army was completely devoured. This was something he couldn't comprehend at all.

How many demons were there with wings?

Moreover, the technique of using demonic energy to levitate wasn't that difficult. It was something any mid-level demon or higher could do, regardless of their race.

But they were all sucked underground.

It felt like being sucked into a whirlpool. Even the experienced demon lords couldn't resist. Even Amon had wings!

The ground closed and tremendous pressure crushed his body. Even with the lord's strong body, he couldn't prevent internal injuries.

All three looked fine, but their insides had been shattered for a long time.

'Damn it.'

'What's going on?'

Marbas howled.

On the other hand, Amon and Paimon were looking at each other.

―Haha! The scared dog barks louder, and you, Marbas, are no different!

Vulcan sneered and flapped his wings. The flame demon in his grasp blazed. The situation had changed dramatically. The army of 100,000 had melted away.

Even the mighty demon lords didn't look unscathed.

―Keuh! How dare a lowly balrog……!

Marbas was angry.

The heat rose to the top of his head.

He knew that Vulcan was arrogant, but not to this extent...!

―Kha! Since when did Marbas become all talk?

―Keuh! You bastard! I will kill you!

Openly mocked by a mere mercenary captain he used to despise, Marbas couldn't contain his anger and kicked the ground.

The moment his muscles, tensed to their limit, struck the ground, the dark earth crumbled like a cracker.

―Alright! Let's settle this today!

Vulcan did not stand still either. Wielding a whip containing enormous heat, he greeted Marbas.

Paimon and Amon.

The two demon lords glanced at each other. While they were escaping to the surface, the balrogs had already surrounded them.

There were two main options.

The army collapses, so they escape.

Or fight alongside Marbas.

―Gurgle…… It's difficult, it's difficult.

Amon's head became complicated.

They were injured, but not to the point of being unable to fight.

They had lost their army, but the true power resided in the demon lords.

The three Great Demon Lords were entities with power far surpassing an army of 100,000. At least, not to the extent of completely losing their will to fight.

Moreover, if they just turned a blind eye and left, there would be consequences.

They had defied Baal's warning and attacked Vulcan.

On top of that, they had lost their army. The reward Baal had promised would be reduced, and the other Great Demon Lords would mock them.

The higher demon lords ranked below 8th might also harbor different thoughts.

After all, they had lost their army to a mere human, considered nothing more than a delicacy, and were now hastily retreating!

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For a Great Demon Lord, maintaining face and dignity was essential.

Retreating just because it was a little dangerous?

And abandoning Marbas at that?

The situation couldn't get any worse.

—No one can beat a lucky bastard.

The human's irritating sneer and those words came to mind. Right after he said that, as if to prove his point, the earthquake struck.

Unmanageable variables were always unwelcome. Especially if they threatened one's own existence.

—...It can't be helped. We have to help too. At the very least, we need to retreat with Lord Marbas.

Paimon whispered.

Even if they retreated, there was a big difference between two escaping and three escaping.

The responsibility would be more dispersed. Marbas, being 5th in rank, was the leader of this group, and naturally, he would take more of the blame.

—Hmm. Indeed. And besides, I didn't like it.

Amon's eyes turned fierce.

A lowly balrog was arrogantly surrounding them.

He really didn't like it.

A dark aura gathered like clouds and clung to him like a hard shell.

It was demonic energy.

His 3-meter tall body grew larger. 5 meters, 7 meters, 10 meters...

Finally, Amon, having grown large enough to look down on the giant balrogs, shone his bright yellow pupils.

-Screech! I am Amon!

An enormous owl, 20 meters tall.

It was Amon's true form.

His face even resembled a wrinkled old man. It might have looked comical, but no balrog dared to laugh. He wasn't the 6th ranked Great Demon Lord for nothing.

-Brothers! Let the hunt begin!

Kalrung shouted loudly.

Balrogs were characterized by their innate ferocity and strength. Moreover, the balrogs remaining here had already proven their loyalty once. They were the ones who had resolved to die alongside Vulcan when all the lords attacked.

Therefore, no balrog backed down in fear of Amon's might.

Kalrung brandished his flame-wrought sword. Balrogs wielding all sorts of large weapons bravely charged towards Amon.

-You flies!

Flap!

Amon took flight.

Despite his massive size, his speed was unmatched. Amon instantly descended and attacked the balrogs.

The balrogs hurriedly swung their weapons. Blazing large weapons pierced Amon's body.

However, Amon's body was covered in feathers that were both soft and incredibly tough. The heavy weapons were blocked, unable to penetrate his flesh.

On the other hand, Amon's talons were different.

Puck!

In an instant, he grabbed the heads of two Balrogs and crushed them like apples.

You can see the headless corpses falling. The remaining flesh twitched weakly, as if unaware even in the moment of death.

Kalrung bit his lip.

―You bastard! Your opponent is me!

Kalrung, who had somehow flown up and approached from behind, thrust his greatsword. He held the position of vice-captain among the nearly 200 elite mercenaries. As such, Kalrung's strength was not to be underestimated.

The feathers that had remained unscathed despite the attacks of countless balrogs suddenly burst into flames. A fountain of blood erupted from Amon's body.

His eyes became even more ferocious.

While each was engaged in their own fierce battle.

Kim Minwoo was facing off against Paimon.

'I need to take care of at least one demon lord.'

When Vulcan and the mercenaries were healthy, they could handle one or two lords. It would be roughly 1.5 Great Demon Lords.

The reason they were currently holding their own against two demon lords was because they were internally injured.

However, this balance wouldn't last forever. Vulcan was evenly matched with Marbas, but the mercenaries were different.

With Kalrung and half the remaining mercenaries, buying time was the best they could do.

'So, I need to finish this quickly.'

He reached out his hand.

An army of undead emerged from the ground. Following Cedric, Märchen, and Dolsoe, Dullahans, Specters, and thousands of skeletons rose from the earth.

Seeing this, Paimon frowned.

Although they were a lowly undead horde, each one was a well-armed and powerful soldier.

'A lucky bastard...'

He didn't believe everything the enemy said.

But he had to consider it.

He had witnessed the human's bizarre 'luck' with his own eyes.

'Honestly, he's the one I least want to face among the enemies gathered here...'

Since the impatient Marbas and Amon had already rushed forward, there weren't many options left.

"If you hate facing me that much, why don't you run away?"

—Haha, I can't do that. What kind of resentment would I face later?

Paimon laughed hollowly as a dark demonic energy gathered around him.

Wriggle, wriggle.

His body began to transform. In an instant, the transformed body revealed itself.

A giant stringed instrument, 5 meters long.

It was the spitting image of a violin.

Hundreds of eyeballs blinking between the strings was quite grotesque.

His transformation didn't end there. Small instruments began to sprout all over his body.

'Fruits?'

They looked like fruits growing on a tree.

[Paimon uses 'Musical Form (EX)'!]

—Music is the most beautiful art, and also the most terrifying.

"It won't work on me."

—We'll see about that.

The violin's strings wriggled.

The moment a beautiful melody spread out.

Kim Minwoo kicked off the ground.

Thousands of undead, like a wave, surged towards Paimon.

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