Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 216

devil.

They are unmatched bastards who enjoy deceiving, playing with, and plunging humans into the abyss while hiding their appearances. These bastards are just ‘evil’, which is nothing more than a luxury to describe them as pure evil.

The method of making people fall into the abyss is also really outrageous, so when I heard that I was tricked by the devil, I said, ‘You idiot. Are you fooled by that?’ A race of tricksters born to the extent that most of them cannot be teased.

I don’t know who created those bastards, but I can clearly see what they were thinking.

A race that was created to thoroughly screw humans. that’s the devil

After all, it is a by-product of God. I believe in God. There is nothing like that. There’s nothing strange about extraterrestrial life that has nothing to do with the gods of this world, but these burning trash, close to waste, aren’t even weak.

Even if it’s written in the literature, it’s written that magicians are played with magic and warriors are played with force. I don’t know what level that is, but isn’t it a considerable level?

But voila! That was until Eldmia Ega was born!

[Eh eh eh eh eh!]

The sword was pulled out and the demon cubs were screamed desperately. It’s really damned that he doesn’t die after that, but he poses no threat to me.

“I was scared for no reason. This is super-extreme.”

I don’t know what kind of structure it was, but what that guy called ‘flesh’ wasn’t made of ordinary blood and flesh, but a mass of magical power. As if creating and manipulating an avatar in the game, that devil’s bastard seems to have a structure in which he must board that body in order to properly set foot in this world.

If so, I wonder what kind of structure the arrow of blood was and what process the superpowers bestowed on other devil worshipers go through before taking on a physical body.

You’ll have to figure it out later.

[What is it! What the hell is your identity!!!]

“Oh, are the senses of the body connected even if the head is pulled out? After all, it’s better to deal with it than when it’s a lump of blood.”

When it was clotted with blood, it seemed that even if I shot a sword and a needle a hundred times and swung it, it would literally be nothing more than a water slash with a knife, so I stuck with a punch, but now the attack works properly. Thanks to that, the guy’s head was screaming as he looked at the nine needles stuck in his body.

[stop!! stop!! Stop it, you crazy bastard!!]

“Where did that shitty tone of voice go? He said he was playing with me. Let’s play together. Can’t you stop playing with me right away because I made a body?”

[Ugh Gegeb! Kkeok!]

I didn’t have the taste of a nerd who enjoys physically harming people throughout my previous life, but I’m so happy now!

Because this pup isn’t literally a human pup, it’s an irredeemable horse breed! After I stopped playing around with his messy body, I jumped up to him and picked up his retching head.

It’s just a humanoid, but it’s a face that’s hard to describe. The hairless head has all of its features intact, but it is far from human.

In a way, it looks like a bat with its head skin pulled all the way?

“Doesn’t that sound like an interesting speculation?”

[Guy..eg… what?]

“When you hit the altar with your head, are you really worried about your head or the altar?”

[You crazy bastard! Of course I…]

Without waiting for an answer, I jumped at the altar and slammed the altar with the devil’s head.

How dare you spoil my interesting speculation?

-Quaang!!

[Loud!]

I hit him quite seriously, but to my surprise, his head was intact!

No, the expression fine was a bit of an exaggeration. It seemed that the clown had collapsed as if he had been hit with a punch.

[stop! I don’t know!]

“Let’s try one or three more times. If you do it just once, the results of the experiment will lose credibility.”

[Let’s contract the system! What do you want?! just talk! Anything…!]

“I don’t sign a contract with someone weaker than me.”

[Ughhh!!]

It’s a game whether my shoulders get stiff or your head loses its shape first.

It would be nice to be able to gather some information on both sides.

?

The first thing that caught Deoni’s eyes after coming to his senses in the midst of a strong sense of exhaustion was a headless corpse lying on the floor.

Her common sense tried to accept the body as belonging to the human she shared with her, but her eyes and intuition told her it belonged to the devil.

In fact, the latter was correct. Not only did the corpse not wear anything that could be called clothes, but it could not be called a human body. It was a bit strange to see a mysterious needle stuck in her body as if it were torture, but what attracted her more than that was the sound.

The sound of hitting something hard with something moist, thick, yet strong.

When she barely got up and looked at the source of the sound, what came into her field of vision was an altar in a state of great collapse and the back of a human being, unlike her last memory.

Deoni sensed tremendous hostility from that figure and trembled. Covered by a human body, it was unclear what he was doing, but he was burning with great anger and hostility toward the altar or something that struck the altar.

In fact, I couldn’t figure out what it was. A decapitated human body and an altar. And when the demon’s head, which must have been severed but was nowhere to be seen, was put together… the result was obvious.

That anger was not understandable.

Did humans have their own stories? However, it was clear that both demons and humans were new to each other. To say that he is a human being who is so angry simply because he is included in the species of devil does not fit in with his open mind toward the demons.

Deoni, lost in doubt about humanity, came to his senses after the man straightened up and stopped knocking on the altar.

Surprisingly, the demon’s head held in his hand retained its shape to some extent. Compared to the almost completely destroyed altar, it was to the point where I couldn’t even imagine how strong the devil’s body was. It was not even dead, the head held in the hands of a human was even making a dying breath.

The man who had created such a terrifying scene himself threw the devil’s head on the altar and opened his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about it. I think you valued the altar more than your head.”

[Zeus uh…Zuar…]

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, when are you going to die? I’m a bit bored now, so I want you to die.”

“…a demon can only die if its heart is ripped out and burst.”

At Deoni’s answer, the eyes of a human stuck in the weeping demon’s head turned to her.

“Are you awake? Are you feeling well?”

“Originally, it would have been very dangerous… but thanks to you quickly neutralizing the demon, it’s okay.”

The human who smiled, saying that it was fortunate that there was no anger from the back, and walked away from the altar and approached the demon’s corpse.

Contrary to what he expected to remove his heart, he dragged the demon’s corpse back to the altar.

“Hey. Did you hear that?”

Even while not understanding what it was trying to do, the devil’s head was gradually regaining its shape from its miserable appearance. It was disgustingly excellent resilience, but unlike him, the devil’s eyes were trembling like aspen trees, fitting the expression that they had lost their vitality.

“Your heart must explode to die.”

[That’s right. If we manifest our abilities… You have to open your heart to be able to do it… It’s hard to commit suicide. Then even the spiritual body will disappear…]

So please kill me.

Seeing the demon beg for death, Deoni involuntarily opened her eyes wide. The devil, whose words made him doubt his ears, wanted death while shedding tears.

What the hell did he do while he was unconscious, so that such a thing is possible?

“With your bare mouth?”

[What do you want? I will do everything I can!]

Humans were even trying to rip something off the devil with death as collateral. Deoni couldn’t help but stare at the scene, completely at a loss for words.

“Don’t get involved with me again. Whether that’s your intention or not, it’s none of my business. If you get involved with me in any form, we’ll have a much better time than we did today.”

[I swear every time! That demon Ingladio will never again… uh…]

“Go to Eldmia.”

[Eh Eldmia, Ega doesn’t get along with Ning! It’s real!]

“If it’s not real, what’s the point? We just need to chat again.”

Seeing a human figure pulling out a sword and stabbing the place where the heart should be while saying nothing, Deoni shed tears of joy and repeated the words “thank you” over and over again. Stumbled.

However, as if the surreal result he had created was irrelevant, the human who put the sword back and turned around just looked at her with an uninspired attitude.

“They said that the space here is a bit distorted because of that bastard’s tricks. They said that it will return to its original state soon after Ji dies, so you might have to hurry up a little to avoid meeting my comrades.”

“…Well, it has become an improbable position.”

It was so shocking that I forgot about it, but in fact, Deoni had just received a shocking revelation from the demon Epaga. Thinking about it again with her head starting to clear up little by little, it was shocking as expected, so she unknowingly licked her lips and hesitated to speak.

“Eldmia Ega. There was a message from Epaga who drank to you.”

“I guess all he has to do with me is to ask me not to kill you or give up my long-cherished wish?”

“No. Neither.”

At the moment, I was very curious about what my long-cherished wish was, but that wasn’t what was important right now.

Eldmia looked very surprised, but Deoni, who was just a messenger, was dying in many ways. I don’t know what the author usually says… but the message that Epaga delivered had to be delivered to him.

It was a blasphemous word that Deoni, who had led an upright life, could not bear to say.

“M-Drinking Epaga…really…really…”

“Really what?”

“Gye, you’re there. It’s not a fucking bastard, it’s Mr., Mr., Mr., he told me to correct it properly!”

Astonishment spread across Eldmia’s face.

I don’t know what the hell it was for, but even after he barely regained his composure after being in that state for a long time, he rolled his eyes with an extremely serious attitude and thought about it.

“That… what must I do to properly pray to Epaga?”

Deoni had to feel dizzy at the sight of Eldmia asking how to pray for the Demonic Church with a polite attitude that was hard to find after washing her eyes.