The Crazy Mage Reincarnated into a Fallen Family

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Chapter 206: Kneel

The intense sonic pressure continued to erupt.

The demonic creatures that surrounded the area were simultaneously crushed and scattered in all directions as if compressed.

Even while a strong load was being applied to my body as if being crushed in mid-air, I continued to stare at him.

In that fleeting moment, I felt as if I were sinking into an endless abyss of the deep sea.

I had expected that named-class demons might appear someday, but I did not expect that a demon who had already died would reappear.

Is it my complacency, or is it because I'm crazy?

Vassago.

He was definitely a demon I killed with my own hands.

"Ruin!"

The moment I recognized him, I immediately rotated all the circles of my heart.

Space Acceleration.

As soon as I escaped from the shockwave's range and managed to regain my balance on the ground, the mist above the throne disappeared as if washed away, as if waiting.

Visible through the gap was the demon who had finally risen from the throne and was surveying the surroundings.

Pure white cold air swirled around the pitch-black robe that enveloped his entire body.

'It's him.'

Just facing him brings back that day.

Although his face is covered with the white heron mask, it is clearly felt.

The brand of Azka, who died with his eyes open, was making my heart burn.

Black, who had somehow approached me, looked up at the throne.

"The traitor was the leader?"

[TL/N: Leader here is the leader of the Seven Demons— which white heron was according to Ruin]

A tone that he spat out as if slightly bitter.

The artifact that the leader had been holding was now attached to Vassago's chest.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but Black chose to remain silent.

Because he also knew. That the demon standing on the throne now could no longer be called the leader.

Black, who had finished analyzing the situation, asked me.

"That guy is definitely a bit different."

"Yeah."

"You said he was a noble?"

"Someone I know."

Black turned to look at me.

"Someone you know?"

It was then that a huge presence rose above the throne.

Vassago, who had been watching us for a while, tilted his head.

[A strange magic. But nothing special.]

A tone as if he had lost interest.

It was clear that he was talking about me.

Vassago, who had been tilting his head, raised his head towards the sky.

[It's something that can be confirmed.]

Once again, mist began to form throughout the territory.

Krrrr—

With a strange sound, I could hear a wriggling sound that seemed to scratch the skin.

As soon as I scattered flames widely, demonic creatures crawled up from the ground.

Surging cold air.

Just before Black, who was preparing for Vassago's attack, grabbed his black sword and activated Heart Void Style.

I stepped forward, blocking Black.

"Ruin?"

I whispered softly, just loud enough for Black to hear.

"It's a trick."

Vassago.

I remember him clearly.

Unlike most demons who called themselves nobles and flaunted overwhelming force, he was the most insidious of the noble bastards.

A type who never does anything at a loss. He even lured members of the Divine Clans.

It's the same now.

At first glance, it seemed like he was about to continue the attack, but I didn't miss the massive demonic energy swirling at the rear of the throne.

It's clearly the Myriad Demons Assembly's magic circle leading to the outside.

His intention is to lock me and Black here and take care of things outside first.

"You asked if I knew him?"

"Yeah."

"I know him well."

We can't expect support from the Divine Clans.

The leader's words that he had sent a support request were also clearly false.

Saaa—!

Before I knew it, the fog gradually thickened, and one of his subordinates in demonic form appeared among dozens of fully formed demonic creatures.

I still looked up at the throne.

It was the moment when Vassago's form was slowly disappearing from the throne.

"Marquis."

At that soft word.

Vassago's form, which was disappearing beyond the space, reappeared.

As if time had stopped, his head, wearing the mask, moved jerkily and grotesquely, facing me.

[......What did you say just now?]

Vassago, tilting his head as if he heard what he didn't hear.

As soon as the fog cleared, the demonic creatures and demons bowed their heads simultaneously.

[You lowly thing. What did you say just now?]

"How did a guy who was already dead come back to life?"

[......]

Vassago was silent for a moment, as if chewing over the words, then his head turned towards the sky.

[Samael, huh.]

A metallic sigh, whether it was a laugh or a sigh, burst from his mouth.

[Strange. A variable other than the humans of the Divine Clans. Where did you get the information?]

"It's not information."

[You lowly thing. Answer the question.]

"I'm asking too."

[......]

"How did you come back to life when you were dead?"

Suddenly, Vassago pointed a finger at me.

[......There's a flaw in the grand scheme? But trivial tricks won't work. That too will be confirmed later.]

Another face that has lost interest.

I continued to meet Vassago's gaze.

While fiercely facing the white light emanating from between the masks, the fog slowly rises again.

Before Vassago's form completely disappeared, I uttered his name.

"Long time no see, Vassago."

It was at that moment.

Kiiiiiing—!

An ultrasonic wave, piercing the ears sharply, erupted.

A powerful sonic pressure, as if crushing the whole body, filled the entire territory.

At the same time, the subordinates prostrated on the floor trembled all over and shouted.

"Roar!"

The fog cleared as if washed away.

Vassago, who reappeared on the throne, stared at me as if piercing through me.

[Where did you hear that name?]

"From you."

[What?]

"You told me before you were killed by me."

[You dare…….]

My vision kept flashing red.

The white heron mask twisted into a grotesque shape, and a chilling laugh erupted.

Instead of the dark blackness that filled the entire territory.

Pure white cold air began to engulf the entire space.

[Come.]

***

A fierce blizzard raged.

One of the two special skills that Vassago used to boast about in the past.

The intense cold, comparable to Blizzard, was enough to freeze even fellow expedition members who had reached a certain level of mastery in an instant.

Is it still the same now?

Weeing—!

No.

The cold that instantly extinguished the heat of Inferno was certainly considerable, but if it was what Vassago had unleashed, it was a different story.

Saaa—.

It's impossible to immediately drive out the cold air that engulfs the entire territory, but with the two layers of fire wrapped around my heart, I can easily drive out the cold air penetrating my body.

His skill is not this level.

Saaa—.

Vassago, easily evading Black's Heart Void Style while observing the situation.

The reason he's not giving his all right now is probably because I mentioned his name. He must be conducting a probing battle to prepare for any unforeseen variables.

But even so, this level of power is lacking.

'He's not in perfect condition?'

Marquis, Vassago.

That damned name is by no means light.

I clearly remember his skill that shattered the Heavenly Pressure Shield set up by the guardian knight of Arihama in an instant.

How the hell is this guy alive?

In an instant, a sharp light flashed twice near Vassago.

'Dual Blades.'

Heart Void Style, the second stage.

Saaa— Saaa—.

Sharp energy that appeared in the air passed by as if cutting the space to the left and right of the throne.

Reaching the 7-star physical level was a realm that should have been possible, but in reality, even among Baltahar's knights in the past, there were not many who properly unfolded Heart Void Style.

It's difficult.

Just like incantation magic, Heart Void Style is also an area that requires the innate talent of the Baltahar family's bloodline.

As such, it was obvious that it would be difficult for anyone of the same rank to face, except for the guardian knight of Arihama.

Yet, there is no sign of surprise in Vassago's movements now.

It's not just because the cold wave that sweeps across the entire territory restricts Black's movements.

Movements that predict Heart Void Style and evade it one step ahead, as if he had experienced it.

That's why it's even more incomprehensible.

Just how.

Weeing—!

I rotate all the circles of my heart and prepare for multiple magic manifestations.

6th Circle, Inferno.

I simultaneously manifest three layers of heat to break through the cold wave that sweeps forward, and at the same time, I accelerate my body and spring forward.

"Black!"

As if waiting, the space in front of me splits left and right, and Vassago's figure is revealed through the gap.

I unleashed the Blue Flame that wrapped around my right hand as it was.

6th Circle, Frozen Blaze.

'Keugh.'

The moment I felt the intense recoil, cold air swept over my body.

I was once again thrown back for a long time, and when I looked at the front, Vassago was looking at me with his arms crossed.

[What are you hiding? Is this all you have?]

This move confirmed it.

This guy doesn't remember me.

He knows the Divine Clan's swordsmanship, but he doesn't know Samael's magic.

[There's no need to watch any longer.]

Vassago makes a judgment as if declaring it.

Yes.

That's right.

If this guy remembered me, if he remembered Samael's magic. There's no way he could have reacted like this from the beginning.

"Vassago."

[Who did you hear that name from?]

"Your wriggling, dying figure is still vivid in my eyes."

[……Impudent bastard.]

"I killed you too easily. I always regretted that."

I don't know who the traitor is.

I don't know how this guy was resurrected before my eyes.

But.

'Maybe it's a good thing.'

If he doesn't remember, I just have to show him again.

Weeing—@@novelbin@@

Five circles rotating in reverse.

[Show me what you're hiding.]

As if by agreement, the movements of all the surrounding demonic creatures stopped, and Vassago's two fingers pointed at me.

Pure white cold air tinged at the tips of both index fingers.

A wave of demonic energy, incomparable to anything before, is felt.

I glared at the empty air.

Amidst the swirling pure white cold air, a single small black dot appeared in the void.

In an instant, as if sensing something, a subtle question filled the white light within Vassago's mask.

[Hmm?]

His head turned toward the void above.

As soon as that fleeting question passed, a clear emotion erupted.

[……This is?]

The mask twisted grotesquely, expressing astonishment, and at the same time, the ice-white cold air concentrated on Vassago's two fingers soared into the air.

Simultaneously, countless pulses of lightning concentrated on the black dot above plummeted vertically.

5th Circle, Reverse Incantation.

Dark Heavenly Thunder.

Pajijijijik—!

At the moment when the black lightning directly hit Vassago's head, piercing through the surging ice-white cold air, another sharp ultrasonic wave erupted.

Saaa—

Black, who had dispelled the huge sonic pressure that was rushing forward, descended beside me.

I stared straight ahead.

The sonic pressure that erupted from Vassago just now was closer to a defensive action than an attack.

Vassago's body, revealed as the wave subsided, was no different from before.

Most of the Dark Heavenly Thunder's energy had been dissipated.

But his face was not.

On his shattered mask, shockingly, the face of the leader and the face of a grotesque demon, whose form was unrecognizable, were precisely half-mixed.

Shock filled his eyes.

"How is it? Do you remember a little?"

[……You, you bastard. How are you using authority?]

As if a subordinate were looking at his master.

Vassago's body trembled as if fear was consuming his whole body just by thinking about it.

'Hmm.'

I originally had something to ask, but I changed my mind in an instant.

Taking a step forward, I said this:

"Kneel."

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