Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Chapter 150 Mystiltain (9)

Astaroth froze for a moment.

However, he immediately shows a very forced smile.

“You’re bluffing! “No matter how much you are, there’s no way you wouldn’t have any feelings for your colleagues!”

“Your smile seems pretentious.”

Even while they are talking, Belphegor’s corpses move forward little by little.

Since Belphegor destroyed them, the corpses clearly could not be raised structurally. However, with his strength, even the broken parts were assembled. Of course, the assembly was crude, requiring only the ability to stand up and walk.

“My subordinate is dead. “Of course, there are a lot of emotions.”

Belphegor patted the shoulder of the corpse that stood up again.

He spoke softly while smiling.

-good.

—Be helpful to me even when you die.

“Grrrrrr—!!”

The corpses walked or ran at their own speed.

It was the highest speed he could do.

Their movements are crude compared to those of dolls, and their numbers are small.

In fact, most of them were trampled and pierced by Astaroth’s dolls, cutting off what little life they had.

In terms of numbers, five corpses are barely enough to knock down one doll.

Belphegor raises one of the dolls from the corpse again.

“… … hmm.”

And nods his head with a short sound.

“You’re still acting relaxed!”

The dolls attacked Belphegor again.

Belphegor had a low number of corpses to begin with. Even if they try to get back up again, they will soon be destroyed by the dolls again.

When the makeshift wall of corpses disappears, the dolls attack Belphegor again.

Shhh!

The dolls deliver sharp attacks.

Excellent combination, a sword that works theoretically perfectly. At least there is no chance to avoid it.

These are dolls that are completely filled with attack and defense without any gaps.

Quang!

In the end, Belphegor copes with the joint attack by forcing it through. Dolls that fall to the ground under Belphegor’s regime. They will soon be resurrected again as corpses.

Astaroth snorted at that.

“Your mana is probably not infinite. “If you fight like that, you won’t be able to beat me!”

Belphegor did not answer him.

However, he opened his mouth as if he was thinking about something.

Astaroth said.

“When everything is working perfectly and without any problems, there is peace. Only then does true sloth come. “Eternal sloth that will never be shaken or broken!”

This is the source of Astaroth’s laziness.

He dreams of a world that runs perfectly without his intervention. A rest where you can rest forever in it.

So he sat down in the seat of sloth.

I became a devil of sloth who was more sincere than anyone else.

“okay. “It would be nice if you came.”

Belphegor said.

He understood Astaroth.

Because he once had a dream like that.

“Belphegor, for one of the Seven Deadly Sins, you fought with very poor techniques. “All it takes is a wand and magic.”

“Then what more should I do?”

Belphegor shrugged his shoulders.

cane. Yeah, there was something like that. But now Belphegor is empty-handed. The walking stick he used was probably rolling around somewhere in Cape Mangot. When he was defeated by Frondier, his possession was released and he returned to the Demon World.

I need to buy something new.

“You lack the means of attack. “Every move you can make has already been read, Belphegor!”

“That’s fascinating.”

Belphegor laughed.

“How did you read all my moves?”

He held up a finger.

This time, the corpse rises again.

But this time, there is only one ball.

Astaroth snorted.

“under! Are you out of mana already? “Are you the one who was once called the devil of sloth?”

Astaroro waved his hand. The dolls attack him accordingly.

One of the corpses raised by Belphegor stood upright, trembling.

Hiss!

And then he dodged the stab from the sword held by the first doll.

Quack!

After smashing the doll’s head with that fist.

Suddenly—!

He took the sword and slashed it horizontally, splitting the top and bottom of the dolls that followed.

“no… … ?”

Astaroth was momentarily dumbfounded.

Belphegor said to him.

“You let your guard down, Astaroth. “No matter what, you forgot to attack together.”

Belphegor said with a grin. However, Astaroth did not understand those words.

The coordinated attack is only used when dealing with Belphegor’s main body.

It wasn’t something to do with just one corpse.

But what just happened?

‘That one corpse is different from before. Right! Did Belphegor pour all his mana into one corpse!’

After making a rough prediction, Astaroth reorganized its formation.

The dolls began to surround the corpse.

But the body doesn’t wait for it.

fault!

I kicked the doll on the far right first. The doll stumbled, and the corpse hit its head with its knee. It was no longer the movement of the undead.

The corpse fought and reacted to the attacks of the surrounding dolls. One, too, seemed to be outnumbered, and after that, the heads of about three dolls were lowered and their limbs were cut off, causing them to collapse.

Astaroth broke into a cold sweat but grinned.

Belphegor must have used an unusual amount of mana for that one piece. Now, there are only a few moves left for Belphegor.

Crash!

“how!”

A corpse rises once again, as if betraying Astaroth’s expectations.

Astaroth bit his lip. Now, without saying anything, he gives instructions to the doll and destroys the body. And some more attack Belphegor. This is to prevent his mana recovery.

Pow!

But as expected, Belphegor had nothing to do with a small number of dolls. A few dolls were instantly set on fire by a simple fireball and fell to the ground. Unlike the previous flame, it has the power of an explosion, so it is not easy to wake up again.

“Hehe, it’s a doll after all.”

Belphegor laughed.

“As the number of attack targets increases, the precision of the coordinated attack decreases.”

“Ugh… … !”

Astaroth frowned at Belphegor’s smile, then suddenly realized and looked towards the corpse.

Yes, the important thing is to destroy the body. There is no way they can continue to create high-performance undead like that.

“… … her?”

But the body is still standing. That wasn’t enough, they were fighting well.

In response to the puppets’ combined efforts, they were killing each and every one of them with certainty. Rather, it shows more sophisticated movements than Belphegor.

When the picture of the corpse actually driving away the dolls began to appear, Astaroth pushed the dolls back.

His head became confused.

‘How could that happen? It must be impossible for undead to think properly, so how!’

“Astaroth.”

Belphegor says, cutting off that thought.

“I tend to enjoy laziness. “You, the devil of sloth, are the same way now, right?”

“… … “What do you want to say?”

“For that to happen. “I have to make it okay if I don’t do what I need to do.”

“of course. To do that, I created puppets and a fully functioning algorithm,”

“okay. “That’s it.”

Belphegor snapped his fingers. As if Astaroth guessed the answer correctly.

“You put an algorithm into a doll. To create a system that runs perfectly even without you. Wow, I was honestly surprised. “I never thought there would be another guy who thinks like me.”

“… … You’re bluffing again. “If you were thinking this, it was already by your side.”

“okay. “There must be a doll.”

Belphegor smiled.

“Unless you realize the problem.”

“… … I beg your pardon?”

“The dolls you have are showing great coordination. With that evidence, I can’t destroy it right now. You have to force it through magic or aura. “If this situation continues as you said, I will be the one running out of mana.”

While Belphegor spoke, the corpse stood guard in front of him. Still alive and well.

“But you made two mistakes.”

Belphegor said, placing his hand on the shoulder as if he was proud of the corpse.

“First, an algorithm is ultimately an algorithm. No matter how excellent an algorithm is, it is meaningless if it cannot respond at all times. Above all, the algorithm created by one entity has its limits.”

“Nonsense! Are you saying that you have mastered all the algorithms for the dolls I created in this short period of time? “That’s impossible!”

“Yes, it’s impossible. “I told you, there is no way for me to destroy your joint attack.”

There Belphegor raised his dark eyes and looked at Astaroth.

“Your second mistake.”

The energy that lightly passed through Belphegor’s whole body.

To live.

“You dared to use my subordinate.”

“… … I beg your pardon?”

“I told you. I enjoy laziness. “If I want to be okay with not doing what I need to do, I need someone else to do it.”

Only then did Astaroth come to mind.

It’s an anecdote.

This is a famous anecdote that everyone who knows Belphegor has heard.

—Belphegor, the devil in charge of sloth, kept a subordinate by his side who recorded all of his memories to relieve his annoyance.

“Someone did chores for me, someone managed my finances, and someone fought for me. “I placed talented demons by my side, one by one, who did my work for me.”

“That’s something every high-level demon does, even if it’s not you. And that’s the problem. Most demons are incompetent. “It’s more useful if I handle it myself.”

“Well, just listen first.”

Belphegor moved his hand again. Then the body stood up again.

That made Astaroth’s eyes twitch. It’s unpleasant to lose the timing, but it means that Belphegor’s mana is consumed in the end.

“You seem to be mistaken, but this corpse is no different from the first corpses I took out.”

“… … That sounds funny. Anyone can clearly see that they are more advanced undead.”

“okay? “Is this what the advanced undead you know look like?”

Belphegor pointed to his own corpse.

A corpse without proper armor or weapons. My limbs are fine, but that’s it. An ordinary undead with little damage to the body.

“If this guy is a high-level undead, shouldn’t he destroy your dolls with one blow? “If you have that much strength.”

The power of Belphegor’s corpse is not great. You cannot break the doll at once with your bare hands or kick.

The response is simply excellent.

Just fight better.

“… … !”

At that time, Astaroth opened his eyes wide.

Belphegor said.

“Do you understand now? The demons of my army. After death, the process of life comes to me. To put it simply, should we call it experience points? “I can transfer that experience to a corpse.”

Belphegor then pointed to other dead demons.

“And the same goes for when I summoned the corpse again. Because experiences overlap. So the more I fight my corpse, the more I stand up again, the more I absorb that experience. But it’s not a real devil, it’s just a puppet, so you can learn the algorithm in an instant.”

To Belphegor himself, each experience point just flows in separately, so it is not possible to add up the result.

It is the corpse that produces the results.

Since you have no will or ego of your own, the accumulated experience points are directly applied to your combat experience.

Belphegor may not know how to destroy the puppets’ union, but he does know the corpses he calls.

“… … No, that’s nonsense!”

However, Astaroth denies it.

“Even if that were true, you wouldn’t be able to select and absorb only the useful ones out of all the experiences! All kinds of negative things will come in there too. Sadness and suffering, even the terrible pain at the moment of death! “How on earth did you filter that!”

Belphegor’s eyes narrowed at those words.

he asked.

“Why are you filtering that?”

“W-what?”

“As you said, if my subordinate dies, I will experience all the pain that comes with it. “It’s the price of absorbing that experience.”

Belphegor looked at his hands.

There is pain at the fingertips.

Just a moment ago, his body screamed every time his demon died.

“Have you never heard of that? When subordinates are sick or injured, the leader feels the same amount of pain. “It is said that subordinates truly follow their leader because they sympathize with the pain and suffer together with him.”

“… … “No, that is!”

“Is this just fake bullshit? Yeah, I think so too.”

Haha, Belphegor laughed.

No matter how much you talk, you can’t really feel the feelings of the sick, the injured, or the dead. A moment of comfort only gains a moment of loyalty.

So Belphegor decided not to talk nonsense.

He decided to feel the pain of all the demons under him when they died.

That is the contract of sloth.

“Oh, and.”

Belphegor pointed his finger at Astaroth.

No, no.

He pointed to the ‘behind’ side.

“You can’t stay blank.”

Phew!

Immediately after Belphegor’s words.

“turn off… … 100 million… … .”

Astaroth felt a sharp pain in his back.

When I finally opened my eyes and twisted my head to look back.

A demon was piercing his back with a sword.

With bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down.

‘Sil… … .’

The thread still hangs above its head. In other words, it is one of Astaroth’s dolls.

however.

There was something about this demon that went beyond the control of thread.

Belphegor says:

“You can feel pain just by sitting still.”

The demons swore fealty to Belphegor.

He sacrificed his life to follow Belphegor’s instructions by sitting still, sometimes lying down, and twitching his fingers.

Belphegor does not ‘properly’ feel their deaths.

All you have to do is endure the exact same pain as them, with just the ‘class’ and ‘will’ of a high-ranking person.

Because I know it’s that kind of contract.

“Astaroth, the devil who sits in the seat of sloth.”

Belphegor coldly watched Astaroth slowly collapse.

“What more do you want other than sloth?”