Chapter 213
Hell Drain
"W-Who... Who are you?! Tell me... Who are you?!"
Kai No shouted in a trembling voice, his eyes fixed on Kyo, who stood before him with terrifying calm.
Kyo's hand had almost completely disappeared.
Nothing remained except exposed bone.
Yet his expression...
Had not changed.
No pain.
No fear.
No confusion.
A deadly calm.
Kyo took a single step forward, his voice low and steady, like a sentence of death.
"I...
I am my Master's subordinate and his loyal servant.
And you bastards...
Are trying to kill my Master."
His words suddenly stopped.
His teeth clenched tightly, and his intact fist tightened until the sound of his joints cracking echoed through the hall.
"And that...
Is something I will never forgive."
He slowly raised his head.
His gaze alone was enough to instill terror.
"I will erase you from existence...
As an offering to my Master."
Before he could move—
The air exploded.
Astaroth charged first.
His enormous body, as large as a giant Ice Bear, tore through the hall at unbelievable speed.
His hiss filled the room—
A sound that embodied both horror and savagery.
At that moment, everything came together:
The terror of his appearance.
The fear inspired by his size.
The shock of his speed.
And the feeling of hearts plunging into an endless abyss.
The men's bodies froze.
Their minds could not keep up with what their eyes were witnessing.
Astaroth opened his enormous jaws—
And closed them around one man's head.
Only a few seconds.
The man disappeared...
Swallowed whole.
Without resistance.
Without a scream.
Blood flowed between Astaroth's fangs, dripping slowly onto the ground.
The sight alone was enough to shatter anyone's courage.
A man who feared nothing,
Possessing the power of a great dragon...
Standing beside him,
A dark black serpent,
Its twisted crimson eyes glowing,
Its massive body radiating savage speed and strength.
When they stood side by side—
They painted a scene of absolute horror.
"You fools!
Are you really afraid of a couple of weak bastards?!"
A powerful voice roared from behind.
A muscular man stepped forward.
His body was covered in tattoos, and a calm yet heavy aura surrounded him.
He looked at Kyo and Astaroth coldly before raising his hand.
A sticky green arrow shot forward.
Its speed was terrifying.
Its power was unnatural.
Kyo moved immediately, dodging the arrow—
But in the next instant,
The arrow curved.
Kyo had never been its target.
It was aimed at Astaroth.
It pierced his neck,
Then melted into his body,
As though a parasite had found its new host.
Astaroth's body shook violently.
He collapsed to the ground in pain,
And his body...
Began to shrink.
It grew smaller...
And smaller.
"Only that bastard is left."
The man said disdainfully, pointing at Kyo.
"Can't you see?
His magical energy is weakening.
He's already lost one of his hands.
How did all of you become such cowards?"
He stood beside Kai No.
"Sir...
Would you like me to kill this brat?
Or should I bring you that sleeping bastard?"
Kai No smiled with victorious confidence.
But—
A faint tremor began shaking the ground beneath them.
Everyone turned toward its source.
It was Kyo.
His body was trembling.
Some thought his anger had reached its limit.
Others believed he was afraid after Astaroth had fallen.
But the truth...
No one knew.
Except Kyo.
"M... Master, I—"
"Silence."
A calm voice.
Gentle.
Yet it brought the heavens crashing down.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon everyone's heads.
Absolute might.
Impossible to resist.
The men collapsed to the ground like puppets.
Bones cracked.
Breath caught in their throats.
Kai No nearly fell as well,
Had the powerful man not enveloped both of them in his aura.
Behind Kyo—
Son Jo-Woo stood there.
His long black hair swayed gently.
His blue eyes were clear...
But behind that clarity
Lurked something else.
Something terrifying.
"Heal Astaroth with this.
And this one is for you."
He tossed two bottles toward Kyo.
| Arthur |
> "Are you going to tell me to calm down again, Cain?"
| Arthur, I beg you... |
"What?"
At that moment—
A black hatred erupted from Son Jo-Woo's body.
| Tear them apart... Rip out their souls. |
Cain's emotions surged forward,
Blending with pain and rage,
Merging with Son Jo-Woo, who was already burning with fury over what had happened to Astaroth.
A conceited voice shouted,
"You bas—"
He never finished.
"O army of the dead...
Overrun the living."
A black shadow descended from Son Jo-Woo's body.
From within it,
The skeletons emerged.
The skeletal soldiers rushed forward,
Slaughtering everyone who had fallen
And could no longer move beneath the weight of his aura.
The hall turned into a massacre.
The powerful man moved,
Crushing the head of one of the skeletons.
Son Jo-Woo called out calmly,
"Baruka."
Baruka immediately bowed.
"Tear off his arms...
Then return."
In less than a second—
The man's arms flew through the air.
Baruka caught them
And returned,
Still bowing.
"Now...
Tear off his legs."
Before the man could even comprehend what had happened—
He collapsed to the ground.
He tried to support himself—
He had no arms.
He looked toward his legs—
They were gone.
He broke down.
A scream of unbearable agony escaped his lips.
But Son Jo-Woo's cold voice cut through his painful cries.
"Second Stage...
Hell Drain."
A blood-red aura surrounded Son Jo-Woo's hand,
Then surged toward the man's body.
It was the Hell Drain technique.
A technique he had created for one purpose alone—
Torture.
It stimulated the nerves and emotions,
Amplifying sensation
A millionfold.
If Son Jo-Woo were to take a needle now and pierce the victim's body,
The victim would feel as though a gigantic iron rod had pierced completely through his body and destroyed it.
A knife scratch...
Would feel like a thousand sword cuts.
And Son Jo-Woo began the torture with calm precision.
"Please...
I beg you...
Stop...
Kill me... Kill meee!"
But hell...
Had not even begun yet.
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