World's Strongest Troll

Chapter 43 Witch Hunt (4)

“Take responsibility! Take responsibility! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Tan continued to protest with a sharp sound like a dolphin. Jaeyoung couldn't help but shout at his constant screams.

“Ah Okay! I'll take responsibility, so stop shouting! I'm going to go deaf!”

“really?”

“okay.”

At Jaeyoung's words that he would take responsibility, Tan suddenly stopped shouting and looked at him with an unreliable look in his eyes.

“how?”

“Um... wouldn’t it be enough to kill the person who caused all of this?”

the simplest way. However, Tan looked at Jaeyoung with pitiful eyes and said.

“...what happened to you that all solutions are killing them?”

Jae-young, who had been arguing to Count Boroken that if he killed the Duke of Bergen, all problems would be solved. His idea that he wasn't some kind of lunatic killer and that he could just kill everything that annoyed him was enough to stick his tongue out even when he was a devil.

“Besides... even if I did that, how would I kill him? You're going alone into Eden, the heart of the Holy Empire, and killing the pope and the saint? Even the little goblin passing by wouldn’t believe that.”

A damn familiar who doesn't trust his master at all. But as if he was right, even Michael flew in with his white wings flapping and nodded.

“of course. Do you see the pope and the saint, the representative of God, as beings who die so easily? Under the protection and watchful eye of the heavens, they are stronger than anyone else on the continent. Even if that bat child lends you all its strength, you probably won't be able to take a single step in Eden.”

L and Tan unanimously say that the method is absolutely impossible. The fact that they had the same opinion for the first time was truly astonishing, but Jaeyoung frowned when he heard the two of them.

“What are you talking about? Why am I going to kill the pope and the saint?”

“Eh? isn't that it? Then who are you going to kill?”

“What do you mean?”

Tan and L look like they don't know what he's thinking. Seeing the two of them, Jaeyoung sighed and started talking.

“Now... listen carefully. First of all...”

A huge picture of Jaeyoung began to be drawn. A great picture full of chaos and ruin that could have finished this job to the satisfaction of either Tan or El.

* * *

Beasts of the Apocalypse.

Lord of eternal hell.

Ruler of all demons.

Satan.

The ruler of chaos and destruction, he may one day lead Arcadia to complete ruin.

“Ha... far from ripping off probability, I'm ripping it off. This fucking bad boy...”

But now, the great demon king was lamenting his life while going through the time of a great sage (?). It was as if if there was a cigarette, he would naturally put it in his mouth and light it. However, as if they hadn't heard his grumbling, the pursuers who had lost their comrades were talking noisily to each other.

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“Will you kill the Holy Knight Puppung at once?”

“Isn’t this a bug? A level 92 is one room? A paladin with all kinds of buffs?”

“What kind of summons are so many?”

A party formed to carry out quests directly given by the church's high-ranking priest. The party, all made up of divine classes, was visibly agitated to see the main tank fall in one hit.

“What kind of imp is that.....”

Quickly.

“Which bastard called you an imp again?”

As soon as the word imp is mentioned, Tan's eyes light up and he glares at him as if he's going to kill him. One priest hurriedly shut his mouth at his bloody spirit and tried to avoid his eyes.

“Ha... Hey, I want to set an example for all the chicken wing groups like you, but I don't want to use a wasteful probability, right? So, if it turns off right away, your life will be .....”

“....Everyone attacks! It's the devil anyway! If we hit it, we win! Saint Cross!”

Cheon.

Holy magic that someone unexpectedly threw before Tan could finish his words. And with that magic as the starting point, all the priests started firing the maximum amount of magic they could cast.

“Judgement Lane!”

“Holy Crasher!”

“Holy Breath!”

“Anti Demonic Ray!”

Kwaaang Kwang Kwakkang -

A feast of holy magic specialized in exterminating demons. If it was a normal devil, he would have been purified in an instant and reverse summoned to hell by their group attack, but his opponent was an extraordinary demon king. Tan was fine with no scratches.

[The aura of the abyss neutralizes the player's attack.]

“This crazy.....”

“The Imp... withstood that attack?”

Whoops.

A black film covering Tan's body. The energy slowly swirled around Tan and began absorbing all the remnants of divine power that remained around him.

“It's astonishing that I thought I'd be able to talk to a group of madmen like you guys.”

Tan muttered as if he couldn't expect it in the first place. His eyes had turned into ghastly eyes, like those of torn snakes.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

On the outside, it looks just like a small imp. However, those who directly met its eyes surrounded by pitch-black aura felt fear as if their souls had been pierced, even though it was a game.

“Oh the devil.”

fear.

The priests, who felt a tremendous sense of fear that they had never felt before, began to shake. And the aura that had been revolving around Tan began to eat away at them.

[Aura of corruption dwells in the player.]

[Divine power resists it.]

[Failure to resist. Temporarily unable to use divine power.]

[Warning. Corrupted energy completely consumes the player's body.]

[Has been affected by abnormal status corruption.]

“What is this?”

“Sea divine power is unavailable!”

“damn! I've never heard of a condition like this...!”

Messages pouring in so fast that it's hard to read them properly. At the moment when the priests were confused and did not know what to do, Tan said with a strangely fishy smile.

“Die, fallen beings.”

And that's it.

[You have died. Be mindful of the play.]

It was the last moment they saw in the game before they died.

* * *

Gray fallen corpses. Those who, until just a moment ago, held up ugly maces and staffs and rushed to judge themselves. However, due to the mysterious existence that suddenly appeared, he was reversed in an instant.

“Ah-oh! Why the hell am I saving the probability that I saved and saved to feed real chicken wings! I'm wasting my time here because of these bugs!”

Probability given to transcendent beings little by little as time passes. For Tan, who had so many things he wanted to do and things he wanted to eat, he was an object that could be said to be a sample of the many things that always lacked probability.

“Keep it off... Let’s finish this job properly and see. It's really a peace agreement later, and it's nabal, and I should just go right into the chicken wing lair and destroy everything.”

An imp who is pouring out curse words over and over again. The head of the Black Flame Dragon of Darkness, watching him, began to spin rapidly.

‘It's the oldest old darkness...'

An imp that killed dozens of users without lifting a finger. However, when looking at their equipment, there were absolutely no users at the level of death so brutally, so the Black Flame Dragon of Darkness was able to roughly guess the identity of this imp.

‘It must be only the outward appearance... It must be a special NPC whose stats are ridiculous, right?'

There is no way that a game company can create a biased event that is unilaterally beneficial to one side. I thought that there must be an arrangement prepared for the evil formation, and the Black Flame Dragon was certain that this existence in front of me was that arrangement.

“O great oldest old darkness!”

fluff.

The Black Flame Dragon suddenly prostrated itself and slammed its head on the ground. Tan, who had been venting his accumulated resentment for a long time, looked at his sudden behavior as if he was absurd and asked.

“...What are you doing now?”

“Now your servants are bleeding to death in the madness of the Holy Church! Please give them the strength to avenge their blood!”

A tragic expression as if he had lost countless brothers. His tone seems to contain the bitterness of losing all of his precious people overnight and becoming alone and vowing revenge.

‘It's so... perfect.'

His acting was so lively that even strangers would mistake it for real, and even Black Flame Dragon himself was surprised.

‘Should I try acting as well...?'

I was holding a floating cloud feeling as if I had discovered a talent I didn't even know I had, when I heard a plaintive voice.

“It sucks.”

“....yes?”

“Don’t be mean. Do you think I don't know what the adventurers are like? Even if it died anyway, on the subject of being resurrected and crawling out again sooner or later, why are you making a fuss about something like that just because it died once?”

“.....”

A remark that seemed to fully understand the game system despite being an NPC. The Black Flame Dragon couldn't open his mouth at his pessimistic reaction.

“And... honestly, I know you guys, but you guys are the ones who run around screaming whenever they open their mouths. Do you think I'll believe you when you say that? It's a manipulative job that doesn't work out anywhere?”

An imp that looks incredibly sloppy. It was completely different from the way he behaved and spoke differently from his outward appearance, which even felt cute.

“It's done... Hey, you're still the strongest among adventurer warlocks, right?”

“yes....? ah! yes!”

The Black Flame Dragon answers politely. But as if he didn't like him, Tan muttered as he narrowed his eyes.

“This kind of corrupt guy is the strongest black magician. That's why you're always beating those chicken wings. Uhh... that’s really my situation.”

Warlocks popping up and down every time. Unlike the castle camp, which forms a powerful nation called the Holy Empire and is respected by everyone every time and boasts a powerful prestige, the evil camp lives in hiding for 10,000 years and only maintains its existence. Tan lamented at this fact.

“Ah... fuck. When will the day come when I can properly feed the face of that crazy bitch with taffy?”

Tan, who wants to feed Michael properly someday. However, since the power of the castle camp was much stronger on the continent of Arcadia, Michael had relatively more chances than Tan. The day to fuck her like that always seemed distant.

“I’m sorry?”

I don't know what it is, but the black flame dragon bowed his head to the imp who seemed to have bought the whole world.

“It's okay... It's wrong for me to have to put my hopes on someone like you.”

“What is that...?”

Poo-wook.

Just as the Black Flame Dragon was about to ask what that meant. Tan approached him without explanation and thrust his hand into his heart.

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...”

“Please, I hope that you will chew and swallow as much as you scooped and fed. Really please.”

pounding.

A beat felt in the heart. The heterogeneous power felt in that beat. He knew when that power was slowly eroding the Dark Flame Dragon's body.

[I absorbed the essence of the Rich Argamer.]

[I changed my job to the hidden class Maestro of Death.] [

Job privilege The Rich Argamer descends to Arcadia through the player.]

[Linked quest ‘Witch Hunt' ‘ has been partially changed.]

[Please check the changes.]

Legion of Death Lich Argamer.

A rare slayer whose name is engraved all over the continent by creating a huge number of victims.

He descended to Arcadia by borrowing the body of the Black Flame Dragon of Darkness.