Former Warrior Turns Into A Million-Dollar Actor [EN]: Chapter 191

[Side Story] The Second Great Demon (2)

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Summoned to Middle-earth.

There are various factors that make a hero stronger:

Proficiency in Hapkido, the blessing of divinity, accumulated practical experience, and optimized swordsmanship, etc.

On the first day after being summoned, Saint Aria conveyed some teachings in the temple’s dim stone chamber.

-Hero, you must first adapt to your current body.

-What do you mean?

-Extend your fist.

It was before he had even decided on a name to use in this world. When Park Gun extended his fist, a sonic boom rang out, tearing the air.

To his surprised expression, the saint continued as if to say, ‘See?’

-Your body has been reconstructed while crossing dimensions. Furthermore, with the blessing of divine power, it must be very different from your previous body.

-······.

-Starting tomorrow, Sir Wales, the commander of the Knights, will personally guide you. Swordsmanship, spear techniques, and even unarmed combat. He is a man who can teach you everything except Hapkido.

-Wait, what is Hapkido?

The saint widened her eyes and replied.

-It is the power that will save us. The power to fight against those Great Demons.

Thus, a long training began.

So-called adaptation to becoming a superhuman.

No matter how ordinary the previous body was, the body becomes stronger, and the mental strength advances several stages in the process of crossing dimensions.

Moreover, is this not a world on the verge of destruction? Amidst the swarming demon army and countless deaths, the young man who was once Park Gun was transformed into the hero, God.

With the determination to defeat the five Great Demons and return to his original world.

Kwaaaang!

The reminiscence is shattered by an explosion that shakes the heavens and the earth.

Shockwaves spread across the thick glacier, creating crevasses that cracked underfoot.

God, who had plunged the Holy Sword into the ice, shouted.

“Same thing, from all directions!”

No sooner had he spoken than dozens of streams of black ice storms rushed in. It was Modeum’s basic pattern of mixing magic with knife-like icicles and firing them.

“Damn it, not that again!”

However, this place is the infamous Tundridge Glacier. The storm of magic that it freely unleashes from its nest boasts tremendous destructive power.

Hunt, the Executioner, who had been blown away with a scream, barely regained his posture and landed on the ice.

On the other side, Murugoros in human form and the Second Prince were also retreating while protecting the saint.

The Second Prince muttered with a look of dismay.

“Goodness, it makes our royal castle look small.”

Koo-oong.

In front of them, a huge black shadow emerged through the blizzard.

Modeum of Discord.

The Second Great Demon boasts an even more overwhelming physique than the First Great Demon.

Curved horns protruded from both sides of its head, and only jet-black magic burned in the place where its eyes should have been, staring at the enemy. The four pairs of wings that only Great Demons possess writhed with claws as sharp as blades.

Gazing at the enemy that was now tiresome, God recalled the previous iteration.

‘Last time, I was pierced there. I couldn’t win in the end because of the intruding magic.’

Originally, Modeum waits for the heroes at the bottom of the perennial glacier.

After more than a dozen trials and errors, he was able to find out that this glacier itself was a medium and nest that amplified his magic.

‘I destroyed it all······.’

Now that he had dragged out the Great Demon who had been hiding, the fight would begin now.

God quietly called out the name of his comrade.

“Murugoros.”

There is only one reason why that supreme dragon came all the way here in human form.

Murugoros immediately entered the manifestation of his true form. Paaah! After a clear red light was emitted, the dragon’s massive body was crouching with its wings folded in the place where the red light had faded.

The Second Prince looked back and forth between the dragon and the Great Demon, and then made an absurd expression.

“Our side is disgustingly big too.”

Soon, the red dragon, which had spread its wings wide, soared into the air. Modeum seemed to be conscious of the similarly sized enemy, but the dragon was aiming for something else.

Kwaaaang!

Scorching flames, breath containing dragon words, directly hit the surrounding glaciers.

The perennial glacier, which was difficult to melt even with a legion of wizards, began to melt, and tremendous steam rose from the flickering flames.

-You guys······.

For the first time, an eerie wave flowed out from Modeum. At the same time, the raging ice storm also subsided slightly.

“Hunt!”

The hero was in charge of drawing out the Great Demon, the dragon was in charge of destroying the source of power, so it was the third member’s turn.

Hunt placed his hand on the ax blade and recited a prayer, and purple particles scattered like pollen.

Hunt the Executioner is a buffer and debuffer. He can use auras that weaken the enemy’s attack power and strengthen allies in conjunction with the saint.

“Oh souls of the execution ground who have been unjustly lost. I gather your resentment here······.”

As the prayer progressed, the purple particles swirled more fiercely, covering the battlefield.

Modeum flapped its wings, but the pollen did not scatter but rather permeated.

Kwang, pupeopeopeong!

The dozens of streams of ice storms that flew in were destroyed in front of the brilliantly burning Holy Sword. With the blessing of the saint and Hunt’s aura, he finally reached the high ground of Hapkido 7-Star.

God shouted loudly towards the rear.

“Second Prince!”

“I know, Stranger.”

Along with the stern voice, the Second Prince, who had drawn his sword, followed. At the same time, Modeum’s massive body also began to move.

The close combat unfolded in an instant. When the hero’s Holy Sword collided with the Great Demon’s claws, a terrifying shockwave erupted.

‘···As expected, it’s 7-Star. I can endure it.’

It enjoys long-range bombing, but this is only to weaken the opponent’s strength. Modeum’s true power is the physical strength that comes from that massive body.

The first impact was endured, but the Great Demon has many weapons other than its hands. The four pairs of wings rushed at him with unbelievable speed.

“Not so fast!”

And, it was blocked by the Second Prince’s sword.

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Modeum’s burning eyes looked down. One wing was caught in a white shield, and the other three were caught by the blade of just one human.

The Second Prince, Heindel de Lazaruth, smiled bitterly.

“Try harder, Calamity of the Iron Kingdom.”

In that gap, God scattered sword strikes, and Murugoros’ breath was added, causing Modeum to retreat, retracting its wings.

The Second Prince Heindel’s talent is brute force. Although he is arrogant and eccentric compared to other heroes, his innate brute force is comparable to a hero strengthened by Hapkido.

Was it said that it was the inheritance of his mother’s bloodline, who was poisoned to death in the power struggles when he was young?

‘A saint rejected by the clergy, a Second Prince who has lost his backing, an ex-executioner, and a hero full of failures.’

What a perfect combination. God swallowed a bitter smile and concentrated.

The authority given to humans by the archangels, Hapkido [a Korean martial art], swirls as if to burst blood vessels, granting superhuman power.

Chaeng, pakang!

Modeum’s long claws bounced off, and a violent sword strike tore the monster’s side open. He entrusts the wings aiming for the rear to the Second Prince and the saint.

‘Now··· generously, about 2 minutes and 30 seconds.’

When power is raised to the extreme, the limit that the current body can sustain is about 3 minutes. If they can’t finish it within that time, this place will become their grave.

A desperate battle ensues.

The hero, who was fired like a cannonball, repeatedly slashed Modeum’s upper body, but he also suffered deep wounds on his shoulder and waist.

No matter how much the Second Prince supports him from behind and the saint’s divine power pours in, the wounds inflicted by the Great Demon do not heal easily.

Eventually, when two wings were cut off, an ice awl pierced deep into his abdomen.

“Hero!”

“The injury is severe, retreat!”

The shouts of the saint and Hunt were heard, but he narrowed the distance even more, rather than retreating.

The debuffs of the dragon and the executioner, the recovery of the saint, and the support of the Second Prince are only aids. In the end, it is the hero’s role to defeat the Great Demon.

That’s why he gave it his all, but······.

“······Keuk.”

God swallowed the rising lump of blood. Abandonment is not allowed. Before the battle against Modeum, he chose the best combination and came all the way here.

If he cannot move forward here, it is entirely because he has not become stronger.

“Haaaaa!”

The moment a scream-like shout burst out, the Great Demon’s movements suddenly slowed down. In addition, a huge shockwave spread from the sky.

“······?”

In his reddened vision, Hunt, who had come right behind him, was visible. Murugoros had even landed on the ground and was engaged in a melee with Modeum.

“The Aura of Weakness is sufficient even from the back. Why bother going to the close battlefield······.”

“How can I just watch when the Hero is in this state? I will add this one life of mine!”

Hunt the Executioner, the man who once took charge of the executions of the Iron Kingdom’s criminals, shouted enthusiastically.

The Second Prince, with a scar on his cheek, clicked his tongue.

“Looks like you want to die.”

“Yes, the Hero is my benefactor. I’d rather die together than run away alone.”

“···No time to argue.”

God stopped the two from arguing. Kwang! Explosions continued to ring out from the dragon and the Great Demon.

“Hunt on the left, Second Prince on the right. Charge from Murugoros’ blind spot.”

“With all our might?”

“With all our might.”

There are no other orders. When God jumped out, the other two also mustered their last strength and followed.

And that day, the Second Great Demon became a black mist under the Holy Sword and was annihilated.

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“···Feels like crap.”

The fight is over. On the sea of melting glaciers and steaming steam, the Second Prince, who lowered his sword, muttered gloomily.

Murugoros, who had returned to his dragon form, said.

“Sacrifice was inevitable. Isn’t that right, Hero?”

“······.”

At the end of the 22nd regression··· He finally defeated Modeum, but it was not a perfect victory.

Instead of answering, God lowered his gaze. At the feet of his surrounding comrades, Hunt’s corpse was lying, his neck cut about two-thirds of the way through.

The saint, who had been kneeling, shook her head.

“···He’s already stopped breathing. Even the power of heaven cannot revive the dead.”

“Damn it, those damn demon bastards!”

The Second Prince, distorting his face, threw the sword he was holding onto the ice.

Just a few minutes ago, they pushed Modeum to its limit with an all-out offensive that did not spare their lives.

Murugoros’ wings were torn and one of God’s eyes was blown out, but even that mighty Great Demon was hacked to pieces by the Holy Sword burning with Hapkido.

-Die, you monster!

And at the last moment.

Modeum of Discord used its final authority. However, not on the hero, but on his comrades.

“It’s not the Prince’s fault. Anyone other than the Hero would have fallen under his control.”

The saint said, but the Second Prince went towards the burning sea without answering.

Murugoros tilted his head. The left arm of the dragon, who had lost one wing, was empty.

“The camaraderie of humans is strange. The price for defeating the Great Demon is rather light.”

“···He killed him with his own hands. Of course, he’s bound to be shocked.”

The saint, who muttered lowly, turned to look at this side.

“What are you going to do? We need to go back for now, those old men are waiting with bated breath.”

Mechanically nodding, God is immersed in an unpleasant dilemma.

Hunt the Executioner··· He was a person who was absolutely necessary for the journey ahead. Even more so if they were to face Balmon of Wrath, the third Great Demon who explodes humans just by looking at them.

‘Just because we lost one comrade······.’

The hero’s worries deepen.

Now that he has lost a key piece, will he start over from the beginning? Or will he face that Balmon knowing that he will fail?

More than anything else, when will the end of this long journey be seen?

“Let’s go back.”

The worries are long, and the judgment is short. God, who collected the corpse, began to walk. Soon, the remaining comrades who had gathered followed the leader.

The ice of the perennial glacier, half melted and half frozen, stuck to the bottom of his boots.

Like··· someone who is turning into a monster.

The hero’s asceticism has now passed the halfway point.

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