The Player Hides His Past

Chapter 569

Episode 569. You’re Mean, Even Behind Your Back (3)

Matisse, a senior in Black Magic, speaks up.

“You wouldn’t have gotten that far.”

Behind him, black magic power was already rising.

Indeed, if Matisse’s black magic is manifested, even if it is Barbatos, who leaves no trace of magical power.

I doubt we’ll be able to trace it.

The fabric of black magic is the past and background.

Even if he’s cast off his powers.

There must be something left where Barbatos left off.

But Marcelo added.

“I understand your sentiment, Senior Matisse, but.”

I’ve said it many times, black magic is dangerous. Even if I wasn’t ‘blackened,’ as they say, there was the possibility that the manifestor could be consumed by the black magic and become waste.

“The opponent is the Ten Thrones.”

It was an implied statement.

If you dared to peek into the past and background of the Ten Thrones.

There was no telling what the aftermath would be.

But Matisse nodded grimly.

“I’m ready to consider it an honor.”

You’re more than just reliable, you’re cool, Senior Matisse.

Once upon a time, when I was a humble parachutist.

I would have been tempted to rely on you for everything.

But.

“Your request will be withdrawn with the authority of the Chief, Matisse.”

Not anymore.

Ending with the Shadow Mercenaries.

Because I’m no longer willing to accept anyone’s sacrifice.

‘I’m not willing to lose anyone.’

Matisse politely asked back.

“I understand your concerns, Tower Master and Chief. But now that Barbatos has given up his power. I don’t think he should be allowed to live.”

The current mood in the Crystal Hall?

It was the exact opposite of Matisse’s solemnity.

Most players seemed a little excited.

“Then doesn’t that mean he actually committed suicide?”

“Barbatos, that’s only a high-level scarecrow now, right?”

“How can we be lucky enough to hunt it?! ”

Matisse said, looking at them.

“Throwing away a power more precious than life and running away. Barbatos must have his next purpose, and whatever it is, we must not be swayed, so…….”

The black magic, with a little more sparkle.

Despite my dissuasion, Matisse did not seem to change his mind.

If that’s the case, I guess I have no choice but to show this side too, right?

“You have nothing to fear, Matisse.”

Why, even if it’s the Ten Thrones, it’s still the demon in the end, right?

And who am I?

The demon’s natural enemy, the [Demon Hunter].

The Akshan was full of such Demon Hunters.

The last survivor of that Akshan, and now its leader.

I cleared my throat and swallowed.

‘Of course, I’m the leader because I’m the only one.’

Anyway, I opened my mouth to show him the proof.

“I’m calling you.”

Of course.

Still, no one had moved a muscle in the Crystal Hall. Not to mention the crowd of players and the Today’s Arcana crew that’s still filming.

‘I really don’t like this.’

It can’t be helped, Hoyeol.

Sometimes you have to give up something to keep something.

At this moment, I have to give up my pretensions and shame ……!

“Tempest over the horizon.”

A vision that flickers while exhaling.

[Skill, ‘Akshan’s Guardian Spirit’ is activated].

And then, in the Crystal Hall, the face of Akshan, the outstanding beautiful Akshan Wolf, appears. It’s been a while since I’ve heard his name. Tempest strode over to me and stuck his huge head in.

Buck-buck.

I patted Tempest on the back and said.

“I haven’t neglected you, I’ve just been waiting for the right time.”

You make excuses so shamelessly, right, Granfell?

I suppose the good news is that Tempest was convinced.

If it were a cat, it wouldn’t even pretend to listen.

‘Why, just like Tower Master did.’

I take a moment to be grateful that Akshan’s guardian spirit is not a cat.

“Auuuuuuuuu-”

Was that one word and a brief petting enough?

Tempest let out a howl.

It immediately began tracking Barbatos’s scent.

Another flicker of vision.

[The Guardian Spirit of Akshan, ‘Akshan Wolf’, tracks the demon].

[All the demons in the Land of Anomalies, ‘Seoul’, cower in fear].

[All demons in the Land of Anomalies, ‘Seoul’ have their stats reduced].

The Crystal Hall begins to stir.

‘It must have occurred to other players as well.’

Well, that’s understandable.

Demon Hunters are different.

The Akshan Wolf has been treated well since the days when Arcana was just a game.

“Akshan Wolf!!!”

“See, he’s related to Akshan?”

“Was the rumor that his class is a demon hunter real ……?”

“No, if you’re going to be so sure about that, then what is the Magic Tower?”

However, it seemed like there was greater interest in the other side.

‘I’m sure he’d be happy to tell you if you asked in a formal manner.’

Of course, no one would ask me such a trivial question at this point, given the seriousness of my expression. You can tell just by looking at the broadcasting station staff that they can’t live with the feeling of a scoop, right?

Let’s see.

I rack my brains.

I wonder if I can track down Barbatos with just Tempest.

‘Under normal circumstances.’

I would have just relaxed and let Tempest take care of everything.

But these were not normal times.

The opponent is the Demon King of the Eighth Throne.

Barbatos clearly had a dream.

To track him down more surely.

‘Matisse is right.’

It was necessary to call upon the power of black magic.

In that sense.

You can imagine my internal conflict.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth.

“Answer my call.”

As I said, I will throw away my shame and disgrace today, I vowed. Then, as if waiting for me, our Grandfell spoke a second name ……!

“Diend Chrysiad Eternal Darkness.”

A fitting name, itself.

The spirit of darkness.

Diend (The End).

Creeping.

And then, out of thin air, Deend.

A combination of Diend and Tempest.

I’ll be able to track Barbatos soon enough.

My natural enemy’s senses were telling me that this was enough.

Of course, my other senses were hard at work.

“Di, diend what?!”

“What’s so long, it can’t be a name,…..”

“Oh, it can’t be some kind of spell to summon Diend, right, ……! Eternal Darkness. It’s probably closer to the probability of a spell than the probability of such a name existing in the world!”

I’ll never get used to this, this shame.

If it were just me, I might have followed Barbatos into a rat hole after he cut off his tail and ran away, I swear. Thank you for sticking by my side, Grandfell …!