Chapter 1 (2/2)

But they…

Those greedy wizards and the ravenous aristocrats that move alongside them took her away.

The one human who was precious to Saymon.

And that… was something he could never forgive…

Their evil deeds had driven her to death.

Saymon was filled with rage.

He had lost his reasoning and ran toward them.

But… he was incompetent.

The power of a Circle 4 wizard was almost close to nothing.

Eventually, he was asked to abandon the Magic Circle and was kicked out of the Magic Tower.

Saymon had lost everything.

Powerless, lifeless and with no loved ones.

Yet Saymon wanted to live.

He created another reason to live.

Revenge. He burned away everything and raised himself up to live a life where only black ashes would remain.

‘If you guys look up to God, then I’ll just have to hold the hand of the Devil!’

Saymon, who had grudges till the deepest parts of his bones, returned to them with the power of darkness.

With a legion of Black Golems that trampled and swept everything away.

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“Get lost, Rakan! I have nothing I want to see from a guy like you!”

“Keuuk!”

The dark storm that was formed and surrounded by a circle of magic swept away Rakan.

A magic circle that was full of complex symbols and formulas burning with blood.

Soon the magic circle began to radiate luminescence.

And finally, the circle revealed the golems.

The summoned golems moved their fists at once in unison.

One by one, they released an overwhelming attack with huge power.

If in that place was the strongest monster, Twinhead Ogre, it would turn bloody too. However, Rakan was different.

He was the Holy Knight, the ultimate knight of all, the Sword Emperor which had cut through all the giant golems in an instant with his Orichalcum sword that was overlaid with Hyper Aura.

“Take this! Saymon!”

‘Kuk, this, this is…!’

To go against the Hyper aura sword, Saymon had taken out the dark magic spearhead.

Kukung-!

Powerful shock waves and dust spread across as the collision kept happening between the two superheroes.

The battle seemed to end in a draw.

But soon the scale of victory and defeat began to form.

Dark Ruin cracked as it came in contact with Rakan’s sword.

And with that.

Puhk!

“Keuuk!”

The heart of Saymon got pierced with the Orichalcum sword.

Moving alongside the sword, blood began to pour out.

Tremendous pain came along with the sacred power of magi purification.

But Saymon hadn’t fallen till the end.

Holding onto the sword that just pierced through his heart, he looked at Rakan with rage and hatred.

“Keu, Rakan! You foolish man! I curse you and your bloodline!”

Saymon, who was about to exhaust the last remaining embers of his life, cursed Rakan and his descendants.

Saymon’s blood which flowed toward Rakan’s feet began to draw a bizarre pattern of magic.

“Wait… and see! Your family will be as thin as a thread… your kin will suffer all kinds of bad luck and diseases… and you will be in agony as you helplessly watch!”

All the hair on Saymon’s body rose, and his wrinkled face turned into a Devil-like appearance. From his eyes were flowing out long dried tears.

A figure that could make Rakan tremble and fear even in his dreams.

But he soon tried to calm his restless heart. He pulled out his sword with a cold expression and ruthlessly slit Saymon’s throat.

Slack!

Devil, the saga that was flowing under the name of the Devil’s dark magic, had come to an end.