Butcher Demon

Chapter 254

Chapter 254

The “something” that was true to me soon began to flow through the soles of my feet.

It ran through my bulging veins and spread through me.

Then I felt a powerful, incomparable power flaring inside me.

–(Strength of the demon god).

To put it simply, it’s a power-up ability, and the physical strength boost it brings is, frankly speaking, ridiculous.

The arms of the crab monster stopped.

……it lifts just a few millimeters.

The sound created by huge engines on the back of the crab monster changed its pitch, as the volume of the hot air it spewed out increased.

“This is!…………oh!” then came a child’s frustrated voice.

And so, for the next few seconds, the super horsepower machine that humanity boasts compared forces with the Butcher, and the odds seem to turn in my favor.

Pushing back the crab’s arm a few millimeters, to a few centimeters–then a dozen centimeters, I stood up.

“What’s with that ridiculous power!? That’s cheating!”

The kid yelled angrily.

At that moment, I saw Papameyan, who had finished taking care of the remaining Ripley move behind Despot.

Our eyes met.

We were enemies who were supposed to kill each other, but somehow we seems to understand each other intentions just by looking.

We nodded at each other.

Papameyan pulled a whip from his waist and wrapped it around the crab monster’s head.

?–So, shall we??

?o—–one, twoooooo!!?

As I pushed it up, Papameyan pulled back.

The crab monster was pushed from the front, pulled from the back, and slammed into the ground.

Guuuin, Guuuin, screams erupted from each motor.

“Damn it! hang in there, Despot!! I’m going to show them your real power!”

The combustion of the engine intensified. The power output is boosted to the limit. It’s already burning so red that it looks like it’s going to melt.

?Guuuuuu……?

?So heavy……?

“Waaa~~,haa haa—-!”

The high-pitched laughter of the child was deafening.

“The twin 10,000 horsepower gas turbine engine ain’t just for show!! And with the limiter off, it can increase to 20,000—-waa~ ha ha ha…………ah? what the heck!?”

Vines grew out from under its feet and tangled around the despot. It was Tiriel’s.

The contested seesaw tilted in our favor.

“Damn, dammit!! they’re all flocking me, you alien cowards!”

–Quite a mouthful from the side that just attacked me 10,000 to 1.

I’m getting angry. Hearing an absurd claim that put their own actions on the shelf, my arms filled with rage. Both arms of a butcher and bulging.

Gaining momentum, I push up as hard as I can.

The crab monster stretches its legs, looking like a human about to fall off a cliff, and tries to regain its balance. Almost there…….

It was Lydia’s arrow that delivered the final blow to this wayward crab.

?Ri——Ribleyyyy!!?

The arrow stuck into the head of Despot, and when a loud explosion occurred, the giant weapon was at last brought down.

The mass of steel turned over, and with a small earthquake, a cloud of dust and smoke engulfed the area.

I quickly climbed up onto the belly of the crab, which was now exposed in all its glory.

The crab monster made a whirring motor sound under my feet, and its legs were wiggling. So gross.

Looking down at such an undignified figure, I put my hand into the bag.

The next moment, a huge mallet is pulled out from the mouth of the bag.

It was a butcher’s hammer I took from Yufan.

A mallet larger than a human’s body comes out from a bag about the size of a large backpack. A mysterious sight I’ve seen somewhere.

-This bag is actually made from Yufan’s mystery clothes.

It seems that her clothe was fantasy item that can store an incredible amount of things despite their volume and mass. Titania worked night and day to tailor this bag with spider silk while keeping the same characteristics. Although it’s not perfect, but the clumsy finish gives me a sense of love for it.

In other words, this sag bag is a four-dimensional bag for a butcher. It can even hold a 100-ton hammer, Amazing.

Spitting into both hands, I gripped the butcher’s hammer.

I swing it over my head and take a stance like a rice cake pounder.

I breathe into my lungs.

–clenching my teeth, I swing down as hard as I can.

With a slightly inaudible gurgle sound……the crab’s belly flipped up.

The crab monster’s massive mass bounced up as a violent shock rushed through its steel body. Oh, it works!

After getting a good response, I continued to hit it with the butcher’s hammer.

–I swung the hammer at Despot again and again, as if to make a traditional dish called “ganjiru.” which is made by mashing up whole crabs.

Despot, you will be sentenced to crap soup.

Each time the hammer struck the crab, sparks flew and the metal body crumbled.

The crab monster tried to point its hands at me in frustration, but the minigun only shot in the wrong direction. The control circuits must have been damaged by now, and the aim had become inaccurate.

Even so, I did not stop hammering. With the pent-up resentment, I continued on with my crab soup punishment.

Eventually, oil squirted out of the belly, revealing the wiring behind the armor.

I plunged my bare hand into it.

With my arm strength, which was imbued with the power of the demon god, I ripped the hole open.

The wires ripped apart. The buzzing and sparking of the electricity gave my body a pleasant stimulation.

–Oh, this is fun.

Shoving my hand further, I break some unfamiliar parts and toss them outside.

Wrong electrical signals caused the motors to malfunction, and the crab monster’s body began to twitch and shake.

Listening to the pleasant sound of the machine, I continued my assembly process.

Tearing and tossing, Tearing and tossing.

A while later, I heard a zzzz…… and both arms of the crab finally fell to the ground.

With a final no-holding back blow, I intended to smashed the crab monster to pieces with a hammer.

–Last shot !!

I swung down with all my might, and with the blow, the fort’s foundation gave way.

The road caved in and the debris fell into the underground ring road below.

—-It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this refreshed!!

I stomped the crab monster, which had been silenced under the concrete, and howled a scream of joy over the city of the Fort.

My growl made the victory of the Beast known throughout the entire 88 and through the underground ring road. I have defeated the Despot. The revolution has succeeded. Ah, it feels so good to finally be free.

The butcher’s crap soup, a mix of metal bits, resin, oil, and some other unknown ingredient. But it seemed inedible. Too bad.

?You are too much.?

When I returned to the surface, covered in oil, Papameyan looked at me with a sigh.

“–Kuh, damn it……..”

Over the buzzing noise, I hear the cry of a frustrated child. What a good feeling, suck it up, even though I sounded like an immature guy who thoroughly beat up a kid in a game and make him cry.

“–Oh, Lieutenant General. Despot has been hit and…….”

“Let’s get back into position. Sheridan, gather up the remaining weapons. Where’s Yasmin?”

“In the back with the old man, the weapons we can use now are…”

Then, a muffled click.

–There you are, Yasmin.

I chased Penrose all over the damn place earlier. I knew that if I let him run around, he’d meet up with that woman. And now I made sure that man is marked.

Penrose is now near the underground armory north of 88, not the R&D center. The other side of town from here.

Just wait, I’ll be right there.