The Returned Hunter Has Awakened to a Hidden Class - Chapter 120
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120
Chapter 120
Pandemonium (1)
“I wonder if there’s another one worth recruiting.”
Kim Jun muttered to himself.
[Skill: Diablo]
[Grade: SSS]
[Effect: When a demon-type monster’s health is reduced to 10% or below, you can put them in a ‘contract’ state. Contracted demons permanently become your servants and obey you absolutely. Damage dealt to demon-type monsters increased by 100%.]
[Limit: Maximum number of demons that can be contracted simultaneously [4]]
[When EX grade is achieved through skill point investment, additional skill acquisition possible: ???]
[Passive Skill]
Originally, the maximum was three.
But by investing skill points, the number of possible contracts increased by one.
Currently, there are two demons belonging to Diablo.
Andras and Belphegor.
In other words, there are two remaining spots.
“There are none!”
Andras’s firm answer burst out.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I am enough!”
Among the Seven Great Demons.
The first was Asmodeus.
He was the Grand Demon of lust, but now they have a friendly relationship and are in a contract state.
The second was Lucifer.
The King of Hell and the strongest Grand Demon.
They are connected through the “Abyssal Contract.”
Then there were Beelzebub and Leviathan.
The Lord of Flies and the demon of envy.
Both had already been defeated.
And Belphegor, the demon of sloth.
He had now become Kim Jun’s summon and closest subordinate.
So now only two of the Seven Great Demons remained.
Satan and Mammon.
It would be great if he could have even one of them as a summon.
Kim Jun briefly looked at his status window.
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[Title Progress: ‘Destroyer of the Seven Sins’]
[Condition: Defeat all Seven Great Demons!]
[Current Achievement Rate: 71.4% (5/7)]
– Asmodeus
– Belphegor
– Beelzebub
– Leviathan
– Lucifer
[Unachieved Targets]
– Satan (Demon of Wrath)
– Mammon (Demon of Greed)
[Title Achievement Reward: Acquire Skill “Descent EX”!]
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Asmodeus and Lucifer could hardly be considered defeated.
Rather, they were in friendly relationships and contract states.
But the system recognized even that as achievement.
‘Does making a contract also count as defeating them?’
Perhaps the ‘Destroyer of the Seven Sins’ title didn’t simply mean killing demons.
A state of overwhelming or dominating all Seven Great Demons.
Whether defeating them, forming friendly relationships, or placing them under oneself.
All held the same value.
Actually, he hadn’t been trying hard to obtain this title.
As he conquered Hell, the achievement rate naturally increased.
‘Why wasn’t this title achieved before my regression?’
It was the same before the regression.
Kim Jun had definitely completed the conquest up to the 100th Floor of Hell.
Unlike now, all relationships were hostile.
He had defeated all the Grand Demons.
‘What could be different?’
Could this also be related to ▲▲?
As Vasago, the demon of prophecy, had said, could this be the reason something went wrong?
In any case.
All curiosities would be resolved once they met.
Kim Jun finished his thoughts and fixed his gaze forward.
‘Which floor was Mammon on again.’
Since this is the 55th Floor.
They had almost reached the 60th Floor where Mammon was located.
In terms of distance, it was close enough to grasp.
During this time, Belphegor’s twenty-five million Demon Soldiers had swept through each floor.
Like a massive wave devouring the coastline.
The floors of Hell collapsed without even a chance to resist.
Comparison with the wild demons that appeared in the field was meaningless.
Numbers, strength, speed.
Not a single aspect could even be compared.
That sight was no longer an ‘army.’
It was disaster itself.
The field demons were hunted in an instant.
Their corpses were converted into experience points.
The dropped items were automatically collected and accumulated for Kim Jun.
Even Belphegor didn’t need to step forward directly.
“Then I’ll leave the 60th Floor to you too?”
A moment of silence.
“…Leave it to me.”
Belphegor’s voice was still calm, but.
“…”
He seemed somewhat tense.
*
60th Floor of Hell.
This place had a different character from the Hell they had seen so far.
What spread beneath their feet was not so much earth as massive metal plates stretched out.
Dark red steel.
Iron plates the color of solidified blood extended endlessly.
Above them.
City walls crossing diagonally with other city walls.
Fortress structures stacked layer upon layer filled their entire view.
What stretched toward the sky were not towers, but
spears.
Hundreds, thousands of iron spears aimed at the sky from atop the city walls.
From their tips, red flames and black smoke rose simultaneously.
The air was heavy.
Just breathing in.
The smell of grinding metal and the fishy scent of oxidized blood rushed into the lungs.
This place is a battlefield.
From beginning to end.
A hell created with siege warfare as its premise.
At the center of the fortress.
A massive structure that could hardly be called human architecture stood in place.
The name of this place was.
[Pandemonium].
Or [Pandemonium].
That’s what it was called.
Walls stacked upon walls.
And yet another castle built on top of that.
A monstrous structure where the entire city functioned as a single castle.
The outer walls alone were three layers deep.
Between each wall existed wide killing zones.
The ground was carved with countless grooves and traps.
Grooves designed for blood to pool.
Spaces calculated for corpses to pile up.
Throughout the walls, large ballistae and catapults engraved with Hell’s insignia were positioned.
Between those shadows, the forms of demon soldiers moved about.
Even estimating their numbers was meaningless.
This is not simply Hell.
It is a nation.
It is a battlefield.
And that structure, Pandemonium, is one massive killing machine.
The 60th Floor of Hell does not welcome intruders.
That they no longer have the right to climb higher.
Like a warning to stop here.
Every structure that exists in this place.
Was built with ‘war’ as its premise.
The walls did not compete in height.
Stacked layer upon layer.
They existed to gnaw away at intruders’ time.
The passages were not wide.
They were designed so that the more forces gathered, the more they would hinder each other.
There was not a single meaningless pattern on the ground.
Places for blood to flow.
Positions for corpses to pile up.
Retreat routes and traps were precisely calculated.
The 60th Floor of Hell does not confront intruders.
It consumes intruders.
In this place, even war was an asset.
Forces are consumed.
Whether ally or enemy, it doesn’t matter.
The more blood flows, the more it’s absorbed into the depths of the fortress.
Golden patterns carved throughout the walls glow faintly, as if sucking in the heat and killing intent of the battlefield.
The longer the fighting continued, the more something at the center of Pandemonium was gradually growing heavier.
Every time a soldier fell.
Every time a challenger died.
All those losses do not disappear.
They gather.
They accumulate.
They concentrate.
Toward the heart of Pandemonium.
Toward the 「Core of Greed」.
The power accumulated within does not remain still.
Like a pulse, it becomes an invisible flow that seeps into the deepest parts of the fortress.
As long as the war continues, the sphere of greed devours more and more.
And all that accumulation eventually flows to Mammon.
When he desires it.
In the way he desires.
To be used again.
In a way, it’s a place that shows what perfect resource recycling looks like.
Whiiiii-
Hot, blazing wind cut through the space between the fortresses.
The sound of metal and gold coins clashing mixed together, creating an eerie resonance.
And at the pinnacle of it all.
The innermost part of Pandemonium.
The topmost throne decorated with gold and blood.
There.
“Welcome. To my fortress.”
Mammon, the demon of greed, sat upon the throne.
He did not move.
He did not rise.
He merely looked down.
As if this war already belonged to him.
Quite arrogantly.
*
Above the City Wall of Pandemonium, the sound of air being torn echoed.
Kwaaaang-
There was no signal.
There was no declaration of war.
The sky split first.
Belphegor stepped forward.
His shadow covered the outer walls of the fortress.
“Gate of Hell.”
As his words ended, space itself screamed.
Riiip-
Riiiiip-
Dark red rifts opened simultaneously throughout Hell’s sky.
The first Gate.
The second.
The third.
Dozens of Gates of Hell opened simultaneously toward Pandemonium.
From within them, demon forces poured out.
Winged demons.
Demons crawling along the ground.
Giant demons of massive build.
Demons armed with shields, swords, and armor.
Belphegor’s Legion.
The legion of six thousand six hundred sixty-six.
Now recovering, a legion of one thousand five hundred.
Their numbers had diminished.
But their density was different.
Thud thud thud thud-
Maintaining formation, they charged toward the City Wall.
Pandemonium reacts.
The patterns on the outer walls all lit up simultaneously.
A radiance mixing gold and blood flashed.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The large ballistae fired all at once.
Iron spears poured down like rain.
Demon soldiers were pierced through.
They were torn to shreds in midair.
However, they did not stop their advance.
Rather, over the spots where they had fallen, the next wave of troops charged forward.
Using corpses as stepping stones, they began to assault the city wall.
“…”
Mammon still sat on his throne.
Though the entire fortress was shaking, his expression did not change.
Rather, he wore an arrogant expression.
“Andras.”
“What!”
“You go help too.”
“Tch! I hate siege warfare. Fine!”
Fundamentally, siege warfare is.
A battle overwhelmingly advantageous to the defenders.
The attackers must advance forward.
The defenders only need to stand their ground.
Pandemonium’s city walls had pushed this difference to the extreme.
The outer walls alone were three layers deep.
Each wall was positioned to provide cover for the others.
While breaking through one layer.
Fire poured down simultaneously from above and the sides.
Large ballistae.
Catapults.
Magical weapons fixed atop the walls.
All were designed to aim downward.
The attackers had nowhere to take cover.
While climbing the walls.
While clinging to the wall.
Even right before reaching the top.
They were always exposed.
The defenders’ position was different.
From behind the walls, in a covered state.
From pre-aimed angles.
They only needed to deal with enemies within predetermined range.
As time passed, the gap widened further.
The attackers lost troops.
The defenders reloaded their weapons.
Moreover, Belphegor’s Legion now numbered fifteen hundred.
Mammon’s legion was three thousand.
‘Before the regression it was five thousand. Still, that’s a lot.’
The numbers were already tilted from the start.
At this rate, they could push forward but no decisive blow would come.
If Andras joined the battle, they could somewhat reverse that tilted balance.
“Show me your skills once.”
“Kekekeke… if you put it that way.”
Andras raised 「Sea of Dead Blood」 high and.
“Master.”
“Watch closely.”
His mouth stretched wide in a grin that seemed to tear at the corners.
“This is the demon of madness.”
The next moment.
Shwoooooo-!
Andras’s figure shot up into the sky.
Then, toward the outer wall of Pandemonium.
Shukang-!
He crashed down.
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