I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution Chapter 250

Episode 250 Temple of the Abyss – Finale (2)

“Waaaaaa!”

“Charge!”

The drones’ offensive was blocked by the sudden reinforcement of the dwarves and the revolutionary army.

Although they were somehow overwhelming the Allied forces, the losses were not small.

During the long battle, countless drones had been destroyed, and the drones now connected to his mind were less than half of his original force.

As enemy reinforcements, which were completely unexpected in such a situation, appeared quickly, the Allied forces, which were collapsing, gained time to reorganize their posture.

“This can’t be happening.”

Paimon groaned with a devastated face.

I don’t understand.

The Allied Forces have already recruited and sent all of their elite troops.

At least until the last time the Succubi checked, there were no signs that the Revolutionary Army had requested additional reinforcements.

Even though it wasn’t requested, the door was open, and the Franzian home country sent additional reinforcements without even leaving homeland defense troops?

By adding dwarves?

The number of drones connected to him decreases rapidly.

Paimon stumbled and backed away from that feeling of futility.

And when I felt my magic power being distorted, I raised my gaze in confusion and looked at the sky.

To be exact, a huge blue sphere of magical power that seemed to cover him from above.

“So vain.”

The liberation that had been waiting for 400 years was an ambition that rebelled against Bael.

It’s not Bael, it’s not Pierre de Lafayette, it’s dying like this because of inferior races that can’t understand it and don’t think it’s necessary?

“Isn’t it vain? “I know because I just experienced it, but it must feel like shit.”

Paimon lowered his gaze at the sarcastic sound.

Pierre de Lafayette is smiling at him even though he doesn’t even have the strength to even hold a sword properly.

A fire rose in Paimon’s chest.

Pride. jealousy. anger. lust. avarice. Gluttony. craving. negligence.

With those soggy, black sins.

All the emotions, whether love or hate or possessiveness or whatever, were all mixed up in a mess.

“Pierre-!”

Paimon rushed at him.

If I fail anyway, I want to own it forever.

“Huh?!”

However, before Paimon could achieve his goal, he collapsed on the spot, clutching his chest.

“Cough, gasp…!”

Magic power is rapidly leaving his body.

“What the hell is this?”

Effect of enemy anti-magic?

already?

No, that’s not it.

This.

“Ugh?!”

“What?!”

Paimon only realized what had happened when a storm of magic began to swirl and those who had opposed Bael were swept away by the gust of wind.

Magical power transmitted from Pandemonium.

The magic power that was supposed to be extracted from the reserve drones immersed in a dream and transmitted to each drone through his horn was cut off.

No, it was intercepted.

Paimon’s eyes watered and he saw the magical letters glowing from Bael’s horn.

That damn son of a bitch!

I should have realized this in advance.

Paimon has the initiative, but he also has control over the drone.

In other words, the author can also receive the magic power transmitted from Pandemonium.

When it comes to controlling magical power, the author can intercept as many moves as he wants.

Paimon was furious as he felt countless drones absorbing his magic in an instant.

“Damn it! What are you doing, Bael! “I’m going to lose all my drones here!”

Once those drones suck out all of Paimon’s magic, he will eventually lose his power and crumble into dust!

But Bael answered arrogantly.

“Aren’t there spare drones in Pandemonium as well? “It would be meaningless if we all died here together.”

While the fatal wound on his back was rapidly healing due to the overflow of magical power, Bael raised both hands to the sky and

held up the huge blue magic sphere that was falling to the ground.

“Ooooooooo…!”

Even Bael, who was using the enormous magical power transmitted through Pandemonium, found it difficult to dig his feet into the ground, but the blue disaster stopped falling in front of its overwhelming power.

“What what!”

“crazy!”

Paimon had no time to leisurely enjoy the surprise of his enemies.

“Ugh!”

He vomited blue blood.

All of the magical power inside my body is being sucked out, and my organs and everything are turning into a mess.

He is dying.

By none other than his inventions.

Bael, how long is that idiot going to hold out against magic? Are you going to suck up all of Pandemonium’s magic while holding on and turn him and the drones into dust?

Should I just cut off the connection here and give up all the drones?

So vain?

However, it is Paimon’s defeat.

Even if he survives here, if he rebels against Bael and gives up his drones, he will only be purged later.

Paimon gritted his teeth and sent a command to Pandemonium.

He cannot die this way.

Even if it means destroying all the spare drones left in the home country by extracting magic beyond its limits, you must survive first.

That idiot with a brain full of muscles will block anti-magic magic, so you have to protect his life and drone.

Shortly after Paimon’s command was transmitted, additional magical power squeezed out of Pandemonium began to be transmitted to his horn.

Even the illusion of a happy dream seems to have been shattered by the harsh extraction.

The sense of magical power, distorted by despair and pain, fills Paimon with joy and is distributed back to the drones.

“Haaah, I guess I’ll survive.”

Paimon barely sighed and raised his head.

Inferior races with less magical power do not even dare to approach this place due to the storm of magical power caused by Bael’s clash, which draws in the magic tower master’s great magic and the magical energy transmitted from Pandemonium.

First of all, Bael will somehow neutralize anti-magic.

Even that damn bastard will be exhausted after canceling out that much magic, so should we deal with it here?

Damn it, how long can Pandemonium’s spare drones survive this disenchantment?

The next winning move –

Paimon’s clever brain whirled quickly –

then stopped.

“Huh?”

The transmission of magic power stopped.

“Uuuuuuuuuu!?”

As the storm of magical power swirling around his body stopped and even Bael was shocked, Paimon wondered blankly.

why?

Did all of Pandemonium’s spare drones die at the same time?

No matter how harshly it was extracted, it was only for a moment.

Most of the spare drones left in Pandemonium are demons. How is it possible that they, who are not an inferior race, could not last this long?

What happened?

Paimon urgently sent an order.

But he refused to return.

Not silence or anything, but denial.

Who could deny his authority to be involved in the development of drones from the very beginning?

Blue blood dripped from Paimon’s mouth.

…there is.

Like Paimon’s management permissions, which could ignore management permissions inserted later.

The devil participated in the design of the process by which the reserve drone was immersed in a dream, saw happy visions, and extracted energy.

“Gremory… ugh!”

Paimon spat out blue blood.

Magic power is rapidly depleted.

Drones simply extract the mana needed for their maintenance as input.

Because it wasn’t enough to ruin his body.

“Ah ah ahhh….”

The beautiful and vivid blood-red hair quickly turned white.

If you live only a few decades, your skin will start to wrinkle like a miserable old person.

“No, no, no!”

Paimon

lunged at Pierre de Lafayette, spurring the ground before his last life was taken out.

“Ugh?!”

“Clean it up, clean it up!”

Paimon frantically slammed his fist down and struck Pierre’s sword.

There is no sin, no love, no emotion, no anything.

Paimon, bloodshot, simply instinctively rushed at the person with the most powerful magic power and source of vitality.

“Give me your magic power!”

Without sufficient magical power, his brain was already reduced to that of an animal, and he could not even think of the idea of severing the connection with the drone.

And that moment.

Sigh –

his two hands, weakened by depletion of magical power, were cut off.

“ah?”

Paimon looked blankly at his arms, which were gushing out blue blood, and then looked at the person who had cut off his hands.

“It’s Jack’s brother’s revenge. devil.”

What do you mean?

Paimon, who was completely depleted of magical power and could not even think properly, did not recognize Jose Vachet.

Even if I had been able to think properly, I wouldn’t have recognized it.

“Even you have magic power…”

The moment Paimon, who already had only the survival instinct left and was craving it, stretched out his severed arm.

“Kaaaaaaak!”

In the end, Bael collapsed, unable to withstand, and the blue sun fell,

freeing the devil and his puppets from madness.

The blue sun fell –

freeing the devil and his puppets from madness.

forever.

* * *

Pandemonium, the capital of the Abyss Corporation.

Basement of Abyss Corporation headquarters.

Tap- Todok- Tap-

Delicate, thin fingers tap the panel.

Then text is displayed on the monitor.

A phrase she had typed a long, long time ago but never thought she would see with her own eyes.

-Check administrator rights.

-Shutdown of life support systems.

-End of magic extraction system.

Clap –

Confirm that the system is shut down and pull the lever to cut off the horsepower supply.

With just that simple procedure, most of the functions of a living being are already castrated, and thousands of lives that cannot survive without maintenance will die at once.

Without hesitation, Gremory turned his back to the panel next to him and knocked on it in the same way.

Check the text displayed on the monitor again.

Clang –

the last lever has been lowered.

Countless lives are erased with just a few cold, light touches of her fingers.

So simple it’s ridiculous.

Ridiculously easy.

…Just vain, vain, and vain.

Gremory laughed self-deprecatingly.

I haven’t been able to do this for hundreds of years.

And that moment.

“Gremory—-!”

The howl of an animal filled with hatred and anger echoed through the hallway.

Gremory slowly turned around and turned his cold golden eyes towards the beast.

“…You’re being serious, Bael.”

A once great warrior of the demon race.

The man who was the ruler of the Abyss Corporation and the pride of the demons looked miserable.

Blue blood was flowing from all over his body, and his arms were twisted and broken, losing their proper function.

Bael looked at the ‘coffin’ next to them with eyes shining with anger and madness.

The glass tube, which was originally supposed to be extracting and transmitting purple magical energy flowing through a circuit, lost all light and only contained the victims.

Just like the coffin that humans put in before burying the body for a funeral.

Bael strode towards Gremory, radiating ferocious energy.

Gremory was not afraid.

I knew it from the beginning.

Bael was the only one who had an emergency return system linked to him in case of emergency.

but.

If I had just admitted defeat a long time ago and walked away, things wouldn’t have ended up like that.

I just feel that little bit of sadness.

bang!

“Ugh…”

Gremory, who had been pushed by Bael, slammed his shoulder into the wall and groaned softly.

If his arms had been a little better, he would have grabbed Gremory’s neck.

“Four years, four years, in the end…”

Gremory was looking at the emotions on Bael’s face.

Broken pride.

Feeling defeated.

Disgust and… betrayal.

Gremory took comfort in the fact that Bael felt betrayed by her –

“In the end, you betray the demons and fall into the play of human saints!”

“A human saint?!”

He was furious and pushed Bael away.

Bael stumbled and was pushed back just by being pushed by Gremory.

It’s funny, it makes me angry, and it makes me sad.

Gremory laughed, pointing to the coffins filling up next to them.

“Where are the humans here? Bael. A warrior of the demon race. Now look. Where are the humans?”

Gremory’s smile was beautiful and sad, and even Bael, whose anger was welling up to the tips of his head, flinched.

human? It’s not here anymore.

Humans who were inferior in magical power had their roots extracted long ago and turned into drones and went to battle.

Because only demons can maintain over a million drones accumulated like that.

“Can’t you see this? There are only demons here, Bael. Yes, they are all demons. You once killed a demon lord to save them. “At one time, they praised you as a warrior and fought for you!”

“They rebelled against me! “Traitors!”

Gremory responded with a cold smile.

“The demon king whose head you cut off told us so, Bael.”

-You traitors, how dare you rebel against Jim!

A voice that comes to mind clearly even after 400 years.

Bael, who remembered that, was unable to answer.

In front of Bael.

“Did you say she was a human saint? “You’re wrong, Bael.”

Gremory spread his arms and laughed.

“All the humans who could have been saved gave up a long time ago and it was already too late. I have just saved the demons, Bael. “It gave rest to those who were suffering and slowly dying at the hands of our demons.”

At the same time.

The building began to shake.

“…Is this your doing?”

“Yes, I did it, Bael. “The demons we were supposed to protect have all died, and the only ones left here are two half-babys who are neither warriors nor saints, so I think it would be okay to end up buried as a building if possible.”

Gremory, to which Seonseon replied, added with a smile.

“Oh, don’t worry. “I made sure that all the returning succubus children and administrative staff escaped under my authority.”

Fishit –

Blue blood spurted from Bael’s legs and his body fell into the cold hallway.

The building shakes.

With his vision turned upside down, Bael looked up at the ceiling blankly.

I lost my strength.

My self-esteem was broken.

“…My Abyss Corporation had to be different from the Demon King’s Pandemonium.”

Even my anger had nowhere to go.

And only then.

“It had to be greater than that.”