348-Curse friendship


 <A pitch-black darkness drifted behind Yggess, who was bound by the Zora e Dipto magic circle, and the darkness took the form of a coffin.

It's a coffin of darkness that, when closed, is the last thing to die forever. There is no way to free oneself from the agony of death for an eternity, except for the surgeon to open the lid.

 A dark coffin was constructed, which would house the body of the Dark Lord.
 There was still only a lid.

The Eternal Death Killing Dark Coffin (Behelius) is kept strong by the magical power of the bodies contained in it. Only a sorcerer can open the lid, and no one else can ease it open from the outside.

 He drew a cross with his fingertips on the open with its lid.
 Along it, particles of darkness covered the top of the coffin.

''It was originally intended for torture, but as long as you continue to die, it's extremely safe.

 In the coffin of darkness, the corpse repeats death forever.
 In other words, it will always be a fresh corpse immediately after death and will never perish.

 Even if you try to break the coffin to end the torture, the Eternal Death Killing Dark Coffin (Behelius) in which the bodies are stored is protected by a powerful magical barrier and anti-magic.

 The protection provided by death is strong.

 Hence, it can also be used to protect important people in times of crisis.
 They can be used to protect people until the crisis is over.

If you don't want to do that, you can join me in taking out the ghosts.

 The Dark Lord said quietly.

He is called the Demon King of Tyranny, but he is sweeter than anyone else. You will never be able to defeat a ghost.

 He's not the kind of man to go to war here.


 With that command, the crosshairs of darkness spread out and covered the coffin.
 It turned into a lid in the blink of an eye and completely contained the ejus.

 Gogoh, a sound resounded, and the destroyed the stone steps and was buried in the earth as if it was being buried.

 However, it stopped in the middle.

 Black mud seeped out of the gaps in the dark coffin in a slippery manner.
 It's not just mud. It's magical power.

 But it's not the magic power of Yeejus.


 <If you order the Behelius to open the coffin, the coffin's small window will open.

 The one inside is not Jegus.
 It was the Hex King Kaihiram, the demon tribe with six horns.

"You killed me, demon king.

 Kaihiram is dead.
 Nevertheless, his curse still worked and he spat out his curse.

"You killed me, demon king.

 --You killed me.

 --You killed me.

 --It's me.

 --You killed him, demon king--

 --It's me.

 An eerie vindictiveness echoed repeatedly, layer upon layer.
 The magical power of the curse overflowed from his corpse, from its roots.

''Death-death grudge-spelling curse mud city (Gagi Gigi).

 The evil cursed mud flooded the area and swallowed the dark coffin.
 I jumped away from the curse that rushed in like a storm.

''Hmm. It's a nasty place to wake up.

 He turned his gaze to the spot where Jiste had been earlier.
 It was covered with a black haze.

 As if a red spear flash ran through the air, the Dark Lord Yeejus appeared from within it.
 <After closing the lid of the , Kaihiram must have magically taken his place.

''A foolish thing to do,''

 I'm going to be the one who runs up the stone steps, spear in hand.
 He may be trying to save Caihiram, who is housed in the Behelius Coffin of Eternal Death, instead of himself.

 But in order to prevent this, the cursed mud covers the entire stone steps like a wall.

 It was completely dividing me and the Dark Lord.

 --Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run...

 So the curse words, strong and insistent, seeped into the Dark Lord's head.
 It broke through even Yeejus's anti-magic and worked such a compulsion that it stopped him in his tracks.

 --without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me, without regard to me.


"Run, Edges!

 As if to shake off the curse of compulsion, the Dark Lord said.

''Don't shout. This is my battle. It's not right for you to die.

 At Dhiid Atem, Yeges slices through the cursed mud and flies it far into space and time.

'If you want to come to Caihiram, I'll help you, Yeges.

 He drew a hundred magicians from the other side and fired the Gio-Glaze at the cursed mud.


 --I'll pay you back--.

 --I owe you, I owe you--

 --I owe you...

 --Reply back, return, return, return, return, return, return, return, return, return, return--

'If it's Noor Dorfmonde, it's merely up to our purposes. No need to feel a trivial debt of gratitude.

"Shut up.

 -- shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

 Gigi, gigi, gigi, gigi, gigi, making an uncanny sound, the cursed mud struck Yeejus like a tsunami.

 The Red Blood Demon Spear sent it flying into the dimension, but the waves of mud were strong and above all, inexhaustible and overflowing, and Yeejus was swept away.


 Using his spear as a support, Ygess stared at the curse.

 --Can you see it, Dark Lord--?

 --This is the one, this is the one.

 --My master, my magician.

 --Nole --

 --Nole Dorfmonde--

 --The curse passed down from Noah Dorfmonde.

 --The curse of death that undermines the source.

 The room was filled with mud.

 They spread the curse of death all around, turning everything from walls, ceilings, ground, and ruins into cursed mud.

 <I'm sure that if I didn't constantly use the magical eye of doom and anti-magic, even my body would be turned into mud.

 --And so will you.

 --Yes, yes, yes...

 --The Dark Lord, you too.

 --Yeejus, you have to--

 --Yggeth, the Dark Lord, and you--

"You have something to offer, don't you!

 Mixed in with the curse, Kaihiram's strong thoughts became a voice that became a tree spirit.

 The flying debris of mud was like a hailstorm, striking at me.

 As I burned them out with my Gio-Glaze, the jet-black sun that was scattered around me joined hands with the flames to create a three-dimensional magic circle.

 I'm sure you'll be able to find the right handful of heat rays from the Gio Glaze drifting in the air.

 -- Go --

 --It's a curse. I call it on you...

 --It's a curse. You can't escape it, you can't escape it.

 --My curse.

 --I will not--

 --It was passed down to me.

 --The soul of Dorfmonde--

 --You'll get it done.


"Brilliant flames of burning death.

 His right hand glittered and burned as it emitted a black glow.
 Shaking it off, the curse's mud ignited and spread in the blink of an eye.

 --Even if the root perishes, the curse does not perish--


 --Forgive, forgive, forgive--

 --Beyond my corpse, you shall bask in my curse.

 --Go to your target...

 --You shall receive this curse...

 --I will not, I will not, I will not, I will not allow it to stand still.

"Come on, my friend!

 The curse of Caihiram, capable of inflicting eternal death, gains momentum with every passing moment.

 <Even if we try to burn it down with the Brilliant Flame of Aviastan Ziara, the cursed mud seeps out of the coffin sunk somewhere in the pool of mud and fills the room.

 Little by little, the mud builds a castle here.
 The curse will undermine its own roots and eventually make it impossible to even revive.

 Nevertheless, the curse still echoes.


 --Go, go, go, ejus--

"Don't worry about me, just do what you have to do, Edges!

 --much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much more.

 --Overcoming these corpses...

 --It's a curse.

 --The unavoidable, the unavoidable curse of you and me.

 --Go, Edgess--

"...what a nagging, meddling man you are....

 The Dark Lord tightened his grip on the hilt of his spear.

I have received your curse.

 Yeejus turned on his heel and fled from this room.

 The overflowing wall of mud is burnt out by the hands of the , and I close in on Yeejus in a single step.

''Summoning the selection of the Divine Seat Heavenly Gate (Guara Nate Forteos),''

 A selection pact pearl appears at the right hand of Yeejus.

 Standing in front of me is a warrior of unknown gender with a body of water.

 He struck down the right hand of the Aviastan Ziara with the spear of water in his hand.

 You can't get away with it.

 --I'm not going to let him get away.

 --Don't let him get away, demon king. You're not going anywhere.

 --You are under my curse, demon king.

 --Don't let him get away with it, don't let him get away with it, don't let him get away with it, don't let him get away with it, don't let him get away with it, don't let him get away with it.

 A large amount of cursed mud falls on me from behind.

 <As I burn it with the Aviastan Ziara, the water burial god Aphrasiyata extends her spear.

 It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get your hands on a new one.

 A fountain rises up and a large amount of water and magic power covers the area in front of me.

 With his Red Blood Demon Spear, Yeejus creates a crack in the dimension and dives into it.

 Now, it's easy to follow.


 He turns his gaze to the mural at the top of the stone stairs and the mound of mud that turns everything into mud.

"Can't we just leave it there?

 He turns his gaze to Caihiram in his coffin.

'You will thank the Cursed King, ejus.

 Once the cracks in the dimension he created were closed, he was summoned again, or the Underworld's selection god, Afrasiata, shifted.

 The role should have been completed as soon as possible, but the cursed mud was coming at me from all sides.
 Kaihiram is already dead, and the curse continues to move according to the grudge that was triggered just before that.

 If there is no one left here, it will head to the ground and consume people with the curse.
 First we must find the sunken coffin.

 I wore the least amount of anti-magic and dared to be swallowed by the attacking mud.
 If I let the currents of the spell mud wash over me, my body will sink to the bottom.

 The more I fell, the stronger the curse of the mud became, trying to eat away at my body and its roots.
 The anti-magic is broken and the mud touches my body.

 If I prevent this from happening, I won't be able to reach my destination.

"Cursed be the source of my curse.

 Instead of his body, he offers up the source of the root and takes the cursed muck into it.

 The nauseating pain assaults me, and the curse sticks to my ears as I feel like I'm going crazy, and it doesn't leave.

 Again, my body sinks, and the curse grows stronger and stronger.
 The pain that Kaihiram had experienced in his death, all of these things bounced back at me, multiplied many times over.

 I endured the pain and the voice of the curse and waited patiently, then I saw the dark coffin in front of me where the source of the curse, Kaihiram, was stored.

''Jiao Death Burning Brilliant Fire Burning Flame (Aviastan Ziara).''

 With the hand of the shining black flame, I immediately dispel the curse.

 <I look at the mud with the Devil's Eye of Doom and destroy it, creating a path to the Behelius Coffin of Eternal Death, where Kaihiram is kept.

 Faster than the mud can cover it again, I will fly down and touch the dark coffin.


 A drop of blood was dropped onto the coffin, and with a gurgle, the lid shifted and disappeared as a particle of magic power.

 He revived Kaihiram and stopped the conditions for triggering the curse.
 At the same time, he drew another magic circle.

 I unleash the remaining spell of the curse on Kaihiram's body and its magic formula to destroy it.

 The mud closes in on me from behind and my body is cursed again.
 Regardless, I focused my magic on the coffin.

 Little by little, the curse recedes, the mud fades and disappears.
 After taking a few minutes to complete the , the mud that had been filled with it was cleaned away.


 Kaihiram is unconscious.

 Even though he's been revived, he's still very drained.
 He won't be awake for a while.

 You won't find Yggess, even if you go after him now.

 When I looked up, I saw that I had sunk farther into the ground than I had come in.
 I jumped up from the spot as if I had been gouged out and returned to the stone steps of the ruins.

 I landed with a thump and headed for the temple in the back.
 I walked inside and found a mural of the night sky.

 The stars scattered around it built a ward, with a blue star shining in the center.
 It was the same one that was in the vertical hole that Eleonor and the others were headed for.

'Arcana, we have found the founding star Erial.

 <Skip the leaks.


 After a reply, a silvery white light falls through the wall from the Moon of Creation, Artiel Tonoa.

 The emerged in the night sky of the mural.
 A gentle light was emitted, and the starlight scattered about disappeared one by one.

 Soon, only the blue stars remained.

 I reached out my hand, and Sousei Erial slipped out of the mural and settled into the palm of my hand.

''The memories of the stars blink, and the light of the past reaches the earth.''

 With the voice of Arcana, her magic power became moonlight and descended.

 Sousei Erial was reflecting the past in my magic eye--