Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

Grimudo Climax (2)

When the mind is first born, and when it looks around,

When they had to pick up stones and branches and deal with beasts and monsters, what did they decide to rely on? Was it the magic that existed in those days, but no one knew about it?

Not like that. The primordial minds found the answer in themselves.

What can be proud of that humans are superior to beasts. To become the foundation on which intelligence can blossom.

The secret that they devised by concentrating on their mental power is the magic of the mind. In the days of Grimudo, no one knew how to manipulate magical powers, but instead, he nurtured his own mental power and used it to deal with the enemy.

The era ended with Grimudo’s own hand, and hundreds of cycles since then swept the earth. Now, no one knows about the secret magic of the mind.

The later intelligences reached out to magical powers that could easily and quickly augment their own power instead of mental power, and everyone studied only magic power.

It is said that the era in which all the geniuses penetrated the mental power can never be reproduced again, nor can the spiritual wealth be restored.

So, Grimudo’s mental attack is truly unique. Because this is not a technology he invented alone, but a trace of the civilization that the geniuses who lived in his time went through hard times.

The problem is that Grimudo is not the only trace of civilization.

Nettle!

Seeing the demon killer shooting at him, Grimudo neither avoided nor stopped him.

A whip was pierced into the demon king’s body as if alive, and grudge struggled. This daemon killer of the Western family is a collection of the resentment and anger of those killed by demons, and the screams of those who died unjustly.

To some extent, similar to the Shinigami, a weapon created to eliminate evil with evil.

Even though he was orthodox about such things, Grimudo was silent, and Lucia Weston was the only one who did evil. She screamed, striking the whip with all her might.

“With the devil! Never compromise!”

“is it?”

“Especially with you, Grimu too!”

Reenheim heard that Kyle must have been in Larpentia. But I can’t tell you.

It’s not a matter of loyalty between colleagues, but when Grimudo appears in a small town in the Empire, things get really big. And Lucia didn’t really want to compromise with him.

The man who made the Weston family worse than death, the man who made his father, mother, and younger brothers a miserable condition,

I wanted to kill him somehow. Even if I couldn’t, I didn’t want to do him any good.

– Grimu too. The ancient demon king whose name only came in.

We Weston’s descendants will surely punish you.

– We are the only weapon that can defeat the strongest demon king. It is the cries of those who have been trampled upon.

– Descendants. Don’t back down. catch us we will assist you

A demon weapon, a demon killer, is a demon that grows up by swallowing the resentment of those who have died by demons.

The people who become the center of the resentment are the head of the Western family. This demon, which grows stronger by swallowing the souls of the previous lords, becomes stronger as time goes by.

But that is until today.

“Then there is nothing for you to see either.”

Rather than watch the whip trying to pierce him, Grimudo grabbed the tip of the whip with two fingers. The whip stopped abruptly and let out a fierce scream.

At first there was a scream of pain, then a cry. Then it cut off.

The part where the finger touched was bent and bent, but the whole whip was shattered and disappeared. At this startling surprise, Lucia could not move any further and stopped.

“Do you think the power of resentment is great? Of course it could be great. But if you are crushed by a stronger mental power, will even the strongest resentment be more than shattered?”

That is the method of breaking up that can be done by a Grimudou, who has practiced the secret of the mind to the limit.

He strangled the whip-filled resentment and the heroic spirits of his ancestors with his pure mental power. It was pushed down, and it really overwhelms and collapses. The Weston family heirloom fell apart.

“Ahh… ah, ah, ah, ah… that’s ridiculous…”

Although she hadn’t received any particular mental attack, Lucia stumbled and collapsed.

Then I never got up again. Tears covered my eyes.

“It’s absurd…”

Now there is nothing in the Western family. Even the whip, the symbol of the family, disappeared.

The only thing left is yourself. This is as if it had already been destroyed.

What she was going through right now was like a dream. Grimudo didn’t even care about her and walked towards Urinelle. Urinelle Lakponcia grabbed the holy sword with trembling hands.

Rich Albatross and his men fled early, and Harmael is mentally attacked and is lying in bed moaning.

All that is left is yourself. How long has it been since Grimudo appeared, it has already taken this shape.

‘No one made a mistake.’

Did you fall into a trap and become like this? Absolutely not.

From the moment Harmael thought of bringing in Grimudo, this situation was as fateful as ever. The reason for this is the first skill, the second skill, and the third skill.

‘It’s not that someone got it wrong.’

difference in skill. The most certain and sober element.

This absolute gap is the reason why he has become this shape. In the end, their power was nothing more than burnt ashes that could not even burn in front of Grimudo.

‘It’s just… we’re weak. It’s been a while.’

No matter who came from the world, it is meaningless in front of the author.

Only in a nightmare with nowhere to escape from looking around, Urinelle realized her true responsibility. she is a warrior It is the being who is responsible for cutting down such things.

The holy sword whispered. don’t back off

To be honest, I have nowhere to turn. Even running away is meaningless when there is such a gap.

All you have to do is fight to the end, whether you do it or not. Grimudo had a very surprising look.

“It’s amazing.”

one step. And two steps.

The ancient demon lord walked towards her at the same speed. It was like taking a walk or something. After all, is this a battle for the author?

It must have been nothing more than trampling on ants. Urinell swallowed his saliva.

“I thought I would run away and show my back. There is no longer the priest of the Old Gods who aided you, so there is no place to rely on.”

Urinelle did not run towards him as he was walking. I had to save even that energy.

Grimudo was coming on his own, so there was no need to waste stamina running. It will be possible to inflict even a wound if you pour out an attack without sparing all your strength at every moment.

‘I don’t even want to win.’

Even a single wound that can’t be healed forever.

If only I could leave at least a small piece of evidence that this Urinell inflicted scars on the primordial demon king.

If I could leave it alone, I wouldn’t die in vain though.

desperation is right Urinell is, of course, a worldly person.

However, that does not mean that he is not so humble that he kneels in this place and begs for his life. As a warrior, he had the minimum mindset.

He aimed the holy sword, but the Demon King didn’t care and just approached him.

The holy sword is the sword of exorcism. It has an absolute advantage against demons.

However, this is because the Holy Sword maker, Samshin, is overwhelmingly stronger than the Demons.

What about Grimudo? Will the Holy Sword work reliably against that terrifying thing?

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Maybe even that won’t happen.

“People around the world fear and revere me. Some even believe They see me as a savior who will turn this rotten world upside down. Even though I still have not forgotten that I was only a human being.”

It is courage to run even though you know you will lose.

The frightened figure of running away was familiar to the Demon King. However, it was always fresh to him to have the courage to the end and to struggle even though they knew they were nothing but struggles.

“I thought I would show shame and shame. I thought I’d beg for my life. Otherwise, you have shown your resolve to fight in front of me as a single warrior, so I will respect your spirit.”

The magic power was wriggling and gathered in Grimudo’s hand. Forms of deep darkness united and united into a sword. The Demon King lightly gripped the sword and responded.

“Come. I will not use mental attacks.”

Defeating Urinell is simple.

Even if they just made eye contact, Yurinelle’s mind would be emptied and shattered in the face of a powerful psychological shock.

This scholar’s mental power, who has been practicing psychic magic for hundreds of thousands of years, was so strong that he could control Yurinelle like a puppet with just a whistle.

He promised not to use that mental attack. Is that all?

He also vowed not to use magic.

“Don’t even use magic. Let’s compete with pure martial arts.”

He doesn’t even use the mental magic he’s been practicing since he was a boy. He doesn’t even use the magic he’s been training since he learned from the dragon.

But Urinell was not at all relieved. the same Nothing has changed.

She still knew very well that she had no hope of winning.

This is more desperate than a fight between a child and an adult.

Even if a child struggles with everything they have, and rolls up a fist with that fern-like hand, it is like an adult lightly subduing it with one arm.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t fight.

After a while, the light of the holy sword cut through the darkness.