Player Who Returned 10,000 Years Later

Chapter 225: Abyss Knight (1)



Chapter 225: Abyss Knight (1)

'Can he use that?'

He took a glimpse at Kim ShiHoon, who held the holy sword and had a sad expression on his face.

In reality, you couldn't say that Kim ShiHoon's soul was pure.

Just taking into consideration what kind of person he was, you could say that he had a pure soul, but he was a familiar spirit connected to him through the Authority of Subordination.

His soul was deeply connected to his.

'It seems like it isn't vomiting divine energy anymore.'

Unlike how it vomited divine energy as if it were having a seizure before, it looked quite comfortable.

Rather than accepting Kim ShiHoon as its owner, it was as if it were saying, 'Yes, I can at least resist this much.'

'Damn it.'

He thought he'd be able to get a Myth-ranked weapon, but he never imagined that weapon would be a sword with an ego.

'Well, the result still isn't bad.'

After the fight with Mamon, the sword Kim ShiHoon had been using was a Unique-ranked one.

'To be honest, it wasn't a weapon that matched Kim ShiHoon.'

To a real swordsman, the rank of the sword didn’t matter—such phrases were nonsense.

The higher your strength became, the higher the rank of weapon you needed to channel such strength.

'Tsk, that's too bad, but I guess there's nothing I can do about it.'

KangWoo clicked his tongue and turned his head around.

After all, he already had the Key of the Demonic Energy Sea—a Transcendent-rank weapon.

He didn't need to desperately hang on to the holy sword.

'When is this going to finish digesting?'

KangWoo took a glimpse at the ring that wasn't reacting.

It wasn't that he desperately needed a weapon, but not being able to use something he normally could was uncomfortable.

"ShiHoon, let's go back."

"Yes, Hyeongnim…"

Kim ShiHoon nodded, a heavy expression on his face.

KangWoo turned and began walking.

'Angels, huh…?'

He narrowed his eyes.

In reality, he had no intention of fighting against angels.

For example, if Ludwig didn't have the power to find the Sea of Demonic Energy, he wouldn't have done anything to him.

'There's no reason to fight.'

As long as they didn't notice him, he had no reason to make the angels his enemies.

That's what he thought.

"Hngh.

'They're probably going to keep coming.'

Ludwig had died, and not even KangWoo knew which demon had made him fall, but there was something he was sure about…

'I cannot stop here.'

The goal of the angels was to eliminate demons from the Hell of Nine Skies from all dimensions.

Even if it was something that happened in another world, there was no way they wouldn't react to the death of a Light Watcher.

'Also, there's no way Ludwig's worth to Raphael is low.'

Although it was another world, he was the one that was sent to help Earth's gods.

No organization sent a low-ranking being as a representative.

That meant that, even for the Heavens, Ludwig was someone quite important.

'Then…'

He kept thinking.

The more important Ludwig was to Raphael, the easier things became.

'Of course, that's as long as the Heavens don't have another object with the same capability as Holy Sword Ludwig…'

He'd learned that there were objects that could find the location of the Sea of Demonic Energy, which was a huge problem for KangWoo.

'The chances aren't high…'

No, he was sure the probability was close to zero.

He remembered Ludwig's last moments and how desperate he was to tell Raphael the truth.

'If there were other items besides Holy Sword Ludwig…'

Ludwig wouldn't have been so desperate.

If Raphael could find the location of the Sea of Demonic Energy, he wouldn't have tried so desperately. If that was the case, he would learn the truth even if he didn't try that hard.

He had to be careful about unexpected variables, but at that point, it would be okay to think there was no other item capable of locating the Sea of Demonic Energy.

'This…'

KangWoo narrowed his eyes.

A storyline started to be drawn in his head.

The Heavens’ forces that were formally going to start intervening on Earth and the Demon of Prophecy, Satan…

If he could direct both factions, it wasn't a complicated plan.

'Good.'

A smile appeared on his face.

Having a reliable ally was always good news.

"Mr. ShiHoon…"

Gaia seemed to be upset at how ShiHoon was crying.

She turned her wheelchair to the source of the sound, probably to console Kim ShiHoon.

"Ms. Gaia…"

KangWoo held Gaia's shoulders.

"Right now, it's better to leave Kim ShiHoon alone."

"Ah… but…"

"It's okay. He isn't the type of person to collapse from such matters."

"…"

She trembled.

She was shocked that the Heavens she'd placed so much trust in would collapse so easily.

"Who would do something like this…?"

"There's only one being I can think of…"

"…"

Gaia closed her mouth.

An immense darkness came to her mind.

She felt she could see a red mask appearing in the middle of an endless darkness with a bottomless abyss.

"How many more cruel things does he have to do before he's satisfied….?" she said in a sad voice.

KangWoo put a bit more strength into his hands that were over her shoulders.

He lowered his head and spoke in a trembling voice that made it sound like he was trying to hold back his anger.

"I won't forget what happened today."

"Mr. KangWoo…"

"I'm going to make him pay for it."

The Demon of Prophecy, Satan…

There was no need to think deeply about who had made Ludwig fall.

The culprit of everything was the demon among demons—the definitive evil that would make the world crumble.

Satan had spread so many seeds of despair that counting them all was difficult.

"You'll be able to do it…"

Gaia nodded while holding back her tears.

KangWoo made a faint smile while taking his hands off her shoulders.

* * *

[Hehere. Such an impressive ingredient… As expected from Master.]

It had been a week since Ludwig died after falling victim to Satan.

Balzac smiled while looking at the corpse that KangWoo had brought him.

KangWoo sat on a chair inside the re


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