I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 92

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 92

Caesar didn’t even look at the other devils.

Just one being.

He focused on the man walking at the very front wearing a black robe.

He couldn’t tell exactly who it was because of the loose robe covering them.

However, around their neck hung the symbol of Niflheim, an Adoratorum.

“A prophet.”

The figure’s robe fluttered back in the wind.

No horns were visible on their head.

Brown hair and brown eyes.

They looked so ordinary that you might pass by without a second glance on the street.

But that ordinariness became the most alien thing when dropped into an extraordinary space.

It was almost terrifying how they seemed to be the only one with their own color in a world of black and white.

Their lips moved.

“Kill them all.”

Twelve Devils charged at Caesar and the knights while screaming.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!”

“I don’t want to hurt anymore!”

“Stop! Stooooop! Stop!”

“Daddy! I’m sorry! Daddyyyyy!”

The devils’ childlike screams shook heaven and earth.

The knights instinctively gathered around Caesar.

Caesar stood at the very front, holding Lefty with both hands.

“Battle positions!”

Caesar took a deep breath while examining the horns on the devils’ heads.

Eight single-horned devils, four two-horned devils.

The remaining one was immobilized with its back pierced by Caesar’s Thunder, but even excluding that one, it was still a formidable number.

Originally, the safest number of knights to hunt a single-horned devil was five.

By simple arithmetic, the enemy had forces equivalent to 60 knights.

In contrast, Caesar’s forces numbered only 52, including 5 holy knights, 45 Black Shield knights, and Hudson and Caesar.

“Do you think I stirred up an unnecessary hornet’s nest?”

Hudson took a deep breath and said.

“No. These were enemies we would have had to face anyway.”

The other holy knights and Black Shield knights also had resolute expressions.

No one blamed Caesar.

They were only focused on defeating the enemy before them together.

Caesar felt a strong sense of camaraderie like he used to feel in the demon realm.

He couldn’t let these true knights die in vain.

Caesar snatched a jar of holy oil from a holy knight’s waist.

“Huh?”

“I’ll borrow this.”

Caesar broke off the bottle’s neck and evenly coated Lefty’s blade.

After throwing away the bottle, he took a deep breath.

“Woooooah!”

Berserker Triple Stack.

Using triple stack at once tore Caesar’s clothes.

Caesar charged toward the rushing Devils.

Thud!

When Caesar ran, the snow between him and the devils scattered high into the sky.

The Devils instinctively reacted to Caesar’s charge.

Some Devils tried to stop Caesar with sharp bones protruding from their forearms.

Some Devils tried to split Caesar in half using their ten fingers curved like whips.

But none could stop him.

Caesar broke straight through the Devil group, and purple blood fountained high into the sky where he passed.

“Kuaaaaaaaa!”

Only Hudson saw exactly what Caesar did.

Caesar swung Lefty exactly four times, and its blade severed all the Devils’ necks.

‘Impossible.’

Even Hudson, who only watched, knew he could never have blocked that axe if he had faced it.

This was his second time going into battle with Caesar.

He knew Caesar was consciously hiding his strength, but he hadn’t known it was to this extent.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“Nooooooo!”

Moreover, countless wind blades flowing from the axe wounded the remaining eight Devils.

All were critical areas like tendons and eyes, and they all stumbled and fell while charging.

Despite the shocking sight, Hudson and all the knights knew.

This was the perfect opportunity Caesar had created.

“Woaaaaaaah!”

Fifty-one knights charged at the devils.

The Devils couldn’t properly respond to the knights as they were busy regenerating their bodies.

The Devils were crushed and shattered by the knights’ merciless blades.

Hudson’s blade, charging at the front, severed a single-horned Devil’s neck, and the great sword of a holy knight following behind crushed the head that had been cut off.

“Kuaaaaaaah!”

But that didn’t mean the Devils were just watching.

A Devil that had already regenerated its body curled up into a ball and rolled.

It looked like an armadillo that they say can only be seen in the southern wilderness.

The difference from an armadillo was the sharp bone blades attached to its cervical vertebrae.

It rolled and crushed the knights using its sharp bone blades, heavy weight, and hard shell.

“Hold!”

Thanks to the sturdy armor and shields of the Black Shield Knights, they were somehow able to hold on, but once their formation was disrupted, the Devils found an opportunity.

A Devil squeezed through the broken formation and stretched its limbs like vines to entangle the fallen knights.

The knights tried to cut the tentacles, but other Devils took advantage of the gap to infiltrate, scattering, crushing, and cutting them down.

When things got difficult, the knights reflexively looked for Caesar.

Where was Caesar?

If Caesar had been there, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

Then, Hudson spotted Caesar struggling intensely.

Caesar was engaged in a fierce battle with the Prophet.

The Prophet held swords in both hands, and spears were attached to two hands that protruded from his wing joints.

And there were four horns sprouting from his head, though it was unclear when they had appeared.

‘A square devil…!’

A Devil with four horns is impossible to guarantee victory against even with a battalion-level Holy Knight force.

Square Devils are known to require baptized Holy Knights to handle them…

Caesar was fighting almost evenly against that Prophet.

Grr…

Hudson gritted his teeth.

At the same time, he reproached himself for reflexively trying to rely on Caesar.

Hudson was the sword and shield that protected the Emperor.

A Dawn Knight.

For such a knight to try to rely on others just because things got a little difficult.

Hudson recalled the sensation of his severed pinky finger.

“Hah…”

Hudson had abandoned his full name after becoming a Dawn Knight serving the Imperial family.

But today seemed like the time to revive his family name.

Hudson’s family name was Springfield.

A descendant of the 12 Knights who founded the Eileen Empire.

The Springfield family’s swordsmanship traditionally valued simplicity and cleanliness above all.

They were taught that every strike must contain the soul and be able to cut through even the hardest rocks and mountains.

Hudson’s legs tensed tightly, and the aura filling both his hands flowed through his sword.

A blue sword energy flickered on Hudson’s blade.

Thung!

Hudson charged at the spherical Devil that was wreaking havoc among the knights.

And swung his sword.

As Hudson’s sword drew horizontally, a blue straight line tore through the taut winter air.

Slash!

Like a watermelon being split, the Devil’s body that had been rolling around was cut in half instantly.

The Springfield family’s unique swordsmanship and movement technique.

It was One Strike Bisection.

Hudson didn’t stop there.

One Devil pointed a strange index finger at him.

When it bent its thumb, bone bullets fired from its index finger flew toward Hudson.

Hudson dodged the bone bullets while moving simultaneously.

The path where Hudson moved revealed tangled tree roots and soil.

Hudson swung his sword diagonally again.

The Devil’s body was cut diagonally, spilling purple blood.

Hudson looked around.

Other knights and Holy Knights were handling the Devils.

The Devils were crushed and shattered by the knights’ shields and swords until they were unrecognizable, and the Holy Knights finished them off.

‘We’re winning.’

We need to quickly deal with all the Devils here and help Caesar.

We must…

Then, his left side suddenly felt heavy.

“Huh?”

A long iron skewer was stuck in Hudson’s left side.

Hudson turned around.

Behind him, the Prophet with four horns and four hands was emanating purple killing intent toward Hudson.

“Damn it…”

Just as he felt Caesar charging from behind, the Prophet kicked Hudson away and blocked Caesar’s axe.

“You bastard!”

Caesar’s shout was like that of an enraged lion.

***

Caesar had never let his guard down.

Rather, he gave it his all.

He even used Berserker at 3 stacks and held Thunder and Lefty in both hands.

He even used Psychometry to predict the Prophet’s movements in advance and fought while staying one step ahead.

That’s why he had to acknowledge it.

This being was far superior to Caesar in skill.

The creature’s mouth opened.

“Rough.”

Caesar blocked its sword.

Sharp wind fragments flowing from the axe flew toward its eyes and groin.

It scattered all those wind fragments with just one light gesture.

Moreover, that light gesture became an attack aimed at Caesar’s shoulder.

Caesar twisted his body to dodge it.

“And messy.”

It led Caesar here and there, moving through gaps between the knights.

It even showed the leisure to attack other knights using one of the iron skewers while dealing with Caesar.

The knights tried to block with shields and swords, but they couldn’t stop its iron skewers.

The knights only received deep wounds while trying to withstand its attacks.

“Your axe is full of only killing intent. It contains no philosophy.”

Its tone reminded him of Yan.

That was what he always said to ‘Barre’.

Just hard and strong and fast.

There’s no variation, and the axe is only full of killing intent.

While that’s a clear weakness of the axe as a weapon, you don’t think about overcoming it.

Your strong power and solid body become poison instead.

-Barre. You need a training ground, not a battlefield, and a master, not an enemy.

Caesar gritted his teeth.

It was infuriating enough when he heard it from Yan, but hearing it from this damned Devil made him even angrier.

Caesar knew his own weaknesses.

That’s why he decided to challenge becoming a ‘hybrid type’ while living as Caesar and had been training and contemplating every day.

But succeeding as a hybrid type knight was like building a tall skyscraper.

Just digging deep and laying the foundation took an enormous amount of time.

Caesar had only been training in the ‘Path of the Wind’ for barely half a year.

Although he had absorbed Besum’s knowledge through Psychometry, half a year was far too short to make it his own.

This was the result.

Caesar gritted his teeth and threw Thunder.

The shrunken Thunder made a large arc before targeting its back.

It easily blocked Thunder with the iron skewer on its back.

Thunder stuck in the ground.

“Is that all you can do? Just strike hard and throw?”

Caesar blocked its sword.

Clang-!

From the powerful strike that made his hands tingle, Caesar momentarily lost his balance.

“If it’s just that, I can do it too. But this isn’t a true technique.”

Its elegant movements came through Psychometry.

Caesar knew the technique it was about to use.

The Vex family’s swordsmanship that Gideon used in the past.

It was Falling Flower.

The problem was that four swords were each using different ‘Falling Flower’ techniques.

Though it should be complicated, the four swords didn’t affect each other at all and instead created synergy.

Grr…

Caesar gritted his teeth and raised Lefty.

Clang clang clang!

Caesar used his axe as a shield to block its purple sword energy.

He deflected with the handle, redirected with the blade, dodged some attacks and accepted others he had to give up on.

The surroundings began to fill with Caesar’s flesh.

Caesar’s blood and flesh pieces fell to the ground and hung on tree branches.

One second felt like an eon.

But Caesar managed to endure.

And swung his axe.

“Uwaaaaah!”

Caesar’s rage-filled axe grazed its side.

His robe was torn off and the Niflheim symbol around its neck fell.

Its bare upper body was revealed.

Purple blood oozed from its body.

“…Amazing.”

Though he clearly grazed its internal organs, its blood flowed back into the wound as if rewinding time.

Caesar couldn’t help but curse.

“Fuck.”

It started clapping.

“My eyes weren’t wrong. You have the talent to reach the extreme of martial arts.”

At the words ‘extreme of martial arts,’ he finally seemed to understand what kind of being it was.

It was a subordinate of the devil of martial arts ‘Count Eligos,’

And a member of the Mugeuk (Martial Extreme), a group of those who became or were turned into devils while purely pursuing the peak of martial arts.

Unlike normal demons, these bastards aimed purely to improve their martial arts skills, making it almost impossible to defeat them with pure skill alone.

It extended its hand to Caesar.

“I am called Vigilante. Would you like to shed your weak human body and become a new human?”

“What good is getting stronger?”

“What do you mean?”

Caesar swung Lefty.

It blocked with the swords in both hands and thrust its iron skewers at Caesar’s shoulders.

Caesar ducked to dodge and charged in.

Caesar swung his axe upward.

Vigilante dodged Caesar’s axe by a hair’s breadth.

“Power is just a means to an end! What’s the point of just getting stronger!”

Caesar used Psychometry to its limit.

All of Vigilante’s movements entered Caesar’s eyes.

“I just need to be strong enough to break you.”

Vigilante’s sword blades and spear tips flew to cut off Caesar’s limbs.

Caesar dodged its attacks.

And instead went inside its guard.

Caesar strongly pushed his forehead with his shoulder and it tumbled down.

“Uwaaaaah!”

Caesar swung his axe at it.

It calmly received Caesar’s attack.

“…Impossible.”

Beyond reading Caesar’s movements, it accurately targeted what he thought were weaknesses.

Deflecting or dodging attacks it couldn’t handle before.

Thoughts being added to previously simple footwork.

Eyes that were full of killing intent now contained martial knowledge.

Caesar was absorbing Vigilante’s talent and years of experience in real-time.

Therefore…

“How regrettable.”

Caesar’s breathing was getting rough.

His aura was depleting and he had lost too much blood, dropping his stamina.

“How regrettable that I have no choice but to kill you.”

Vigilante’s sword moved.

Caesar commanded his legs.

Move to the left.

But Caesar’s legs wouldn’t move.

His reaction was delayed momentarily due to his depleted stamina.

Slash!

Vigilante’s sword cut flesh.

But it wasn’t Caesar’s.

It was Hudson’s.

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