<h4>Chapter 1418</h4>
The demonkin’s surprise attack wasn’t simple. Grid lost 30,000 health even though he knew and prepared for it in advance. The power of the hellfire that made Greed scream and the demonic energy that suppressed the essence of life clearly reminded him why this ce was called hell.
‘If the material for the God Hands and my armor wasn’t Greed then it would’ve definitely melted. Then what is this?’
He didn’t see it incorrectly. Nefelina ‘inhaled’ this massive spell. She sucked in the demonkin’s magic like a hiker at the top of the mountain breathing air deep into his lungs. Hemented that Nefelina’s status window couldn’t be seen.
“The demonkin on the outskirts are weaker than I thought.” Nefelina poked the demonkin’s body with a stick she had picked up from somewhere. The bodies of the demonkin who were swept away by the fire she inhaled and breathed out again were eitherpletely charred or scattering as ashes.
Grid asked between the soaring gray ash pirs, “How did you do that?”
“What?”
“It isn’t a Breath. What magic... is it?”
Nefelina had the appearance of a 12 year old girl but her actual age was younger. They had been together for a long time and he even talked to her casually. Grid must be quite shocked based on the way his eyes grewrger and his words became polite.
“It isn’t magic. I just spat out what I ate.”
The trivial answer made Grid’s expression be serious. The ability to absorb something and release it with greater power, not just neutralize it. If this wasn’t Nefelina’s inherent ability but a ‘species characteristic’ of the dragons, then it meant that the dragon’s strength exceeded what Grid imagined.
Of course, it is well-known that the dragons were the strongest species in the world. The S.A Group had emphasized a few times that a dragon wasn’t a monster made to be killed. He even met with Gourmet Dragon Raiders in person and experienced his power.
Grid had no ns to challenge the dragons. It was just important to keep in mind in case he was caught up in the ‘whims of a dragon’ like with Raiders. What if? If a dragon really entered the Overgeared Kingdom one day...
Grid had to stop it. It was inevitable, unavoidable and inescapable. It was a deserved duty.
“You just ate and spat out magic... Is this amon ability of all dragons?”
“Yes. It is because dragons dominate the elements. It is beyond the level of a blessing. It is just that one dragon can’t dominate all elements. That... It is a concept of talent. It is easy to see from the color of the scales when you are born what elements you will dominate. For example, the red dragon Trauka can dominate fire, not water. Of course, he can’t dominate it but that doesn’t mean he is weak to it.”
“Based on your interpretation, the magic that Trauka can devour is limited to the fire attribute? Water attribute magic can’t be swallowed but this doesn’t mean he is weak to the water attribute?”
“Correct. Still, you can’t blindly believe in the color of the scales. It’s easy for dragons to change the color of their scales.”
“I see...” It was fortunate. It seemed like he wouldn’t have to worry about Braham’s magic being useless every time. There was a good chance it would be invalidated but...
‘There isn’t a 100% chance that Braham will be a folding screen when fighting a dragon.’
He was already distressed by Braham bing a folding screen every time he met an angel...
Grid was feeling relieved when he had a question. “Nefelina, are you actually a red dragon?”
"No, if I was a red dragon then I couldn’t have swallowed that murky fire.”
“......?”
Nefelina’s blue hair turned ck. “I am a ck dragon. ck and gold dragons can dominate all the elements.”
“......?!”
“I am special just looking at my talent. This is why I am able to pledge to avenge Bunhelier.”
“I-I see. You are great.” The polite Grid once again sealed his mouth. He was happy to learn that his dragon was a genius dragon.
Nefelina turned her hair color back to blue, spread out her wings and looked around. “However, this ce is strangely quiet. I don’t see ordinary demonic creatures.”
The demonic energy of hell was constantly being generated. It was normal for hell to be infested with demonic creatures and demonkin. Yet this ce was still calm.
Grid asked Nefelina with a frown, “Was the reason you wanted toe to hell rted to the demonic creatures?”
“The demonic creatures and demonkin are good food for me. The more demonic energy a ck dragon absorbs, the harder their scales be. It is the same as a gold dragon getting harder when they eat minerals.”
“So the ck dragon’s original home is hell?”
“No, it isn’t about air in hell. If I absorb too much demonic energy then I will be as evil as the bad dragon Bunhelier. Moreover, I can’t go between hell and the middle world at will so it is appropriate to visit in special cycles. This alone can alert the great demons and make them treat me like my father.”
‘Were both Bunhelier and Nevartan ck dragons?’
He learned a lot of facts. The strangely talkative Nefelina made Grid proud. It felt good to be trusted.
“Nefelina, for you, I’ll seed in subjugating the hells.”
“Don’t be flippant.”
“......”
Grid smiled brightly as he patted Nefelina’s head and started moving. Nefelina’s expression behind him wasn’t so bad.
***
The castle of the 10th great demon, Leraje. This was the final gateway to entering the heart of hell and was one of the most important strategic points in hell. Marbas frequently visited to check the defenses. He said, “I heard that you invited the Demon yer to the castle a while ago.”
“I called because she is notorious but I was disappointed.”
“So you saved her and sent her back?”
“Should I, King Leraje, have my hands stained with blood?”
“Haha, no. You shouldn’t do so. It is only when the small fries are handed over to small fries that the small fries will have a chance to grow.”
“That is what I mean.”
Marbas smiled while drinking and asked a new question, “It is said that the Demon yer was in a party. Who was with her?”
Marbas didn’t get rid of his smile but the eyes behind the wine ss were cold.
Leraje shrugged as she glimpsed his eyes reflected by the tableware. “I wasn’t interested. How can I remember an insignificant human being?”
“I see...”
Then a boring conversation ensued. Marbas maintained a gentle smile during the conversation while Leraje frowned with increasing arrogance. It was because she felt it was a bit like an interrogation. However, she couldn’t drive Marbas out of here just because she was upset.
Marbas was different from ordinary demons. He was born around the same time as the demons of the beginning and had existed for thousands of years. He suppressed his instincts and lived only by serving Yatan. He neverpeted with any other great demon and just managed hell. He thoroughly prevented hell from perishing before Yatan opened his eyes again.
He was acting on behalf of Baal. The man who received Yatan’s trust was called thest bastion of hell and he was an invible territory.
“An idle old man has taken up too much time.” The useless conversation was still in progress when Marbas got up from his seat, his silver ne making a clinking sound. He ced a hat decorated with white feathers on his head and said goodbye with a smile. “I’ll be going. I’ll see you soon.”
“Don’te back again.”
“Haha, don’t be heartless.”
“Bah.” Leraje scoffed and waved her hand, causing the door of the audience chamber to open. It was amand for the guest to leave.
Marbas left the castle after he was driven out and talked to himself while touching the ne. ‘That child... I don’t feel any divinity or divine status.”
Leraje was used of contacting an unidentified god who visited hell not long ago. Some senior great demons started suspecting her and theymissioned Marbas to investigate. It was difficult from Marbas’ perspective. If it was revealed that Leraje was conspiring behind the scenes, Marbas would have no choice but to kill her. However, Leraje was unexpectedly prudent. There were no traces of Beriache anywhere in the castle. in addition, the ne and feathers of divine power didn’t detect anything.
“If it is true that Leraje contacted a god then she likely didn’t know that the other person was a god. I don’t have to doubt her at this stage.”
Marbas smiled as he lowered his hat and headed to deliver the facts to the familiars of the high level great demons.
***
Administrator Rabbit’s role was important so he always looked worried. He was worried that Grid would hate himself. This farewell was probably a way to ease the burden of his heart. On the surface, he said that Grid’s group was so fierce that he chased them here because he was worried they would cause an ident again.
‘I have to make the golden walnuts a priority.’
Rabbit’s fatigued appearance caused Lauel to feel worried.
‘I have to find him a sessor quickly.’
There were many talents in the Overgeared Kingdom. There were even those at the level of a genius. Due to their work, the present Overgeared Kingdom existed but Lauel just recently realized the blind spot of this system. It was hard to find recements. Just like no one could take over Lauel’s role, the talents in each field, including Administrator Rabbit, had been fighting alone for over 10 years. It was really difficult to find and cultivate talents so that these people could ept a sessor with ease. Currently, it was best to use all types of elixirs to support existing talents.
“Are you okay?”
An hour and a half after Grid left, thest group finally crossed the hell gate. Lauel was deep in thought after seeing them off only toe to his senses by a sudden voice. He met Zibal’s gaze. Zibal’s sword that blocked a monster’s ws was stopped in front of Lauel’s nose. Lauelughed awkwardly as he watched the monster turn to ash. “I looked away for a moment. Thank you.”
“...What level are you?” Zibal and Lauel’s rtionship was deep. As a representative of the United States, he was active several times in the National Competition. Before joining the Overgeared Guild, Lauel relied on the Seven Guilds. In other words, Zibal remembered that Lauel used to be one of the most promising talents. No matter how he looked at it, Lauel’s decline until he couldn’t even notice a monster’s surprise attack came as a major shock to Zibal.
Lauel answered, “I am... level 350. Haha, I’m ashamed.”
“......”
Was he a modern ve? Zibal imagined all sorts of things and was shocked again. Lauel looked at him in a meaningful manner.
He remembered that Zibal had been the leader of seven big guilds. He might be the chief culprit behind the alliance disbanding due to his greed but he was a charismatic and natural leader. After the copse of the alliance, he matured a lot and consistently showed a good performance in the nationalpetition. Even the high level US representatives recognized him as a leader. In addition, he obtained the grandmaster’s trust.
‘I will watch him carefully over the next few years.’
The southern province governor position that had been vacant for 10 years was likely to have found its master.
Zibal got goosebumps for some reason when he saw Lauel’s smiling appearance.