The Academy’s Weapon Replicator

Marco couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Frondier had suddenly frozen like a doll. It was as if he had entered Pandemonium again.

'No way...! This is an act!'

Indeed, Frondier looked a little different now compared to when he was in Pandemonium.

Pandemonium swept through the surroundings. The evidence was that when Frondier defeated Baal, all the devils, including Marco, fainted or died.

But now, Frondier was just standing still alone. There was no sign of Pandemonium, and Marco couldn't feel its aftermath either.

However, if this was really a re-entry into Pandemonium.

'If Frondier brings Baal out.'

What did that ultimately mean?

There was a time when all the high-ranking devils, including the Seven Deadly Sins, rushed in, claiming that they would become the masters of Pandemonium.

If Frondier was the only one to succeed among all those who failed.

Gulp.

Marco's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt his tension strangely.

'If it's now.'

Marco glared at Frondier.

To be honest, he didn't think it was an act.

The gaze Frondier was directing was certainly not just empty space. He was definitely looking somewhere else, not here.

If Frondier was currently in Pandemonium, and as a result, he was standing still like this.

'I can kill him now.'

Frondier was currently completely defenseless.

Putting aside how he managed to re-enter Pandemonium, if he had succeeded, Frondier would be walking around inside his own Pandemonium.

No matter how close Marco got, he wouldn't know until his aura pierced his heart.

Above all, Marco was a devil with exceptional speed. He could deliver a blow that Aten couldn't even react to. Taking Frondier's life now would be easier than anyone else.

'This guy is dangerous. Even if he's not Satan, it's the same. Considering all the devils, he's someone who needs to disappear.'

Marco's hand rose. His aura slowly gathered at that one point, becoming sharp.

He slowly took a stance to strike. One foot stayed behind, and the hand to be thrust out was pulled back.

Even when just standing still, he could charge at tremendous speed, but if he took a stance like this, that speed would become even faster.

'...This guy....'

But there, Marco hesitated.

Of course, it wasn't his compassion that kicked in. He hadn't grown attached to Frondier, whom he hadn't known for long, and who was practically his enemy.

It was just simply.

The act of entering Pandemonium and bringing out the person inside, which no one had ever succeeded in doing.

Marco just wanted to see it.

'If something like that really succeeds, the perception of Pandemonium so far will change.'

But if he killed Frondier now, that perception still wouldn't change. No one would listen to the situation Marco had witnessed.

Becoming the master of Pandemonium. The meaning was clear.

He had reached a place that no devil had ever reached. It was already a kind of great achievement, and Frondier was also a major event that would have his own axis among the devils.

Just as the Seven Deadly Sins called them by the names of each sin, just as Baal was the 'King of Hell'.

Frondier would also receive such a title, and all the devils would recognize his existence.

"...It's a pity."

Marco muttered.

Devils were ultimately a collection of curiosity. There was also the desire to see Frondier like that, but.

That was precisely why Frondier had to die.

"If you were a devil, I might have let you live."

Marco muttered those words, then,

Pat!

As if piercing a straight line towards Frondier, he advanced towards him.

"...!"

At that moment, a wall blocked Marco's view.

No, it couldn't be called a wall 'yet'.

As if blocking his path first, obsidian flowed out in front of him, and only then did it build a wall behind it.

"This is the same as before...!"

There was no mistake. The black liquid that Frondier used.

Tat!

Marco jumped into the air. He couldn't afford to think leisurely while staring at the obstacle blocking his path.

Instead, he quickly scanned his surroundings as he jumped over the black wall.

'How on earth! No matter how freely it can move, there's no way it can move on its own.'

And Marco soon found it.

It was visible for a brief moment as he jumped over the wall.

One side of a huge building that had been standing there since earlier had disappeared.

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The person inside was, of course, Elysia. She was stretching out her hand, biting her lip, and seemingly controlling the Obsidian.

Elysia shouted.

"You, you, you...!"

No, it was a bit lacking as a shout.

'How can that woman control that black substance?'

There was no time to think further. Marco's eyes turned back to Frondier.

The speed of Obsidian was far slower than his jump. Certainly, the speed was different compared to when Frondier was handling it.

'I'll cut off his head like this!'

Marco crossed the wall being created and reached Frondier as he descended.

The tips of his nails were stained with aura, striking down towards Frondier, and

Clang!

Right above Frondier's head, a huge metallic sound rang out.

"Stop it."

And the one who appeared was.

"...Baal...!"

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