"Bang!"
The sound of an explosion burst out in the sky above the territory that had turned into a sea of fire, causing the heat waves to roll.
The greatsword that had turned into a golden meteor was blasted away by the flame waves for the umpteenth time. As if it had been bounced off, it spun in the air and once again moved away from Rozen. It did not stop until it had retreated a long distance.
This had happened for the umpteenth time.
Every time the greatsword that Lucifer had transformed into fell from the sky and turned into a golden meteor, trying to pierce through Rozen, the surrounding flames would pounce on it like a ferocious beast. With a terrifying high temperature, it would clash with the hot wind released by Lucifer, causing a violent explosion and blasting it away.
Under such a situation, not only could Lucifer not get close to Rozen at all, but he was also injured because of the repeated explosions. His originally dazzling body was now full of charred marks, and some parts were scattered. There were also some gaps appearing, making him look tattered and no longer as gorgeous as before.
The magic that was acting on Lucifer's body was getting lesser and lesser, and the hot wind that was blowing out was getting weaker and weaker. This caused the golden greatsword to lose its propulsion and levitation, and it seemed to be on the verge of falling.
In this way, it had to be said that it was really a miracle that Lucifer could persist until now.
No matter how precise the production was, a puppet was still a puppet. Under the True Fire of the Immovable Ming Of Silla, even if it could withstand it at the beginning, it would definitely be burned into a pile of ashes by the second collision, right?
However, Lucifer had persisted for so many collisions, which was really unbelievable.
No, it could not be said to be unbelievable.
This was because anyone with a better observation would notice that every time the golden greatsword collided with the flames of the red lotus, the former would become weaker and damaged, while the latter would respond by reducing its power every time, maintaining a strength that was just enough to crush the former.
This was obviously the result of someone manipulating it.
Not only the collision on Lucifer's side, even the resistance on Bronson's side had been carefully adjusted.
"Ha … ha … ha … ha …"
In the territory that turned into a sea of fire, Bronson, who had been maintaining the Magic Defense Shield, was also on the verge of collapsing. He was panting heavily, and his face was extremely pale.
Taking a closer look, the magical power released from Bronson's body was almost inaudible, and even the Magic Defense Shield in front of him was riddled with cracks like broken glass, but it still resisted the incoming flames.
With such weak mana and such a weak defense, it wouldn't even take a second before Ming Of Silla's True Fire. It would be devoured and burnt to ashes.
However, Bronson managed to hold on.
It was not that Bronson's willpower was strong, but because the power of the attacking flames was reduced according to his magic power.
It was precisely because of this that both Bronson and Lucifer appeared ragged, shaky, and terrifyingly weak.
At least, Bronson was going crazy.
He was really going crazy.
When he saw Lucifer was blown away by the flames controlled by Rozen, Bronson knew that he definitely couldn't kill Rozen. He could only wait until his magical power was exhausted and he was buried in this sea of fire, completely losing the hope of survival.
Bronson began to fear, began to despair, and accepted his fate, waiting for his magical power to be exhausted, and eventually burned by the fire.
However, just when Bronson was desperate, the power of the oncoming flames decreased a lot, and even the power of the flames against Lucifer decreased, so Bronson was able to hold on.
This made Bronson ecstatic for a while.
"That's right, his magic power must be running out soon."
Summoning that terrible dragon and such a terrible flame, Rozen's magical power must have been consumed, so it was natural that the power of the flames decreased.
That's what Bronson thought.
So, Bronson had hope again.
"As long as I can hold on longer than him, it'll be my victory."
Bronson gritted his teeth and persisted, desperately squeezing out his own magical power.
Then, the power of the opponent's flames became weaker and weaker, which made Bronson more certain of his guess, and he saw more hope, so he became more desperate.
Bronson desperately squeezed out every bit of magical power from his body, trying to hold on longer than Rozen.
This was a protracted battle.
Moreover, he would definitely win.
"The so-called magical power is something that accumulates over a long period of time. The more I cultivate, the greater it will be. No matter how talented he is, he's just a student after all. I can't lose in terms of magical power."
Bronson made such a judgment based on the theory of this world, and that was why he was able to hold on.
However, as time passed, Bronson realized that something was wrong.
That was, Rozen didn't look weak at all, and the magical power on his body didn't weaken at all. While looking at him indifferently, he kept chanting an unknown incantation, causing layers of flame waves to rise from his body and join the sea of flames.
Logically speaking, the power of the flames should be getting stronger, not weaker. However, Bronson realized that each time the flames attacked him, it was just enough to be blocked, allowing Bronson to maintain the maximum consumption of magical power.
How could Bronson not understand what was going on at this point?
"He did it on purpose?"
Yes.
Rozen did it on purpose.
He didn't burn him to death on purpose.
He didn't finish him off in one go.
Rozen wanted to be like this, first giving him despair, then giving him hope, and finally letting him experience despair, using the true fire of Ming Of Silla to force him into a desperate situation bit by bit.
That's what he said, right?
"I'm going to torture you."
Now, Rozen was realizing this.
This made Bronson's heart turn cold at first, then he became extremely angry.
"How dare you tease me …!?"
Bronson was furious. He controlled Lucifer several times to attack Rozen without caring about anything, but in the end, he was still blown away by the fluctuating flames around Rozen, unable to get close to him at all.
Just like that, Rozen burned Bronson bit by bit, letting him go back and forth on the edge of death, torturing Bronson to the point of insanity.
"Ahhhhh …!"
Bronson let out a ferocious roar, as if he was squandering his lifespan, squeezing out all the magical power in the depths of his body, just to break free from the desperate situation in front of him, to get rid of the despair in front of him.
Unfortunately, this was just a last-ditch struggle.
"Bang!"
In the sky, the wounded Lucifer was blown away by the flame waves again, finally unable to continue fighting, falling into the sea of fire, engulfed by the flames.
"Bang!"
At the same time, Bronson's magical power was exhausted, causing the Magic Defense in front of him to also shatter and disappear.
Pale-faced, Bronson lost all his strength and welcomed the burning of the Red Lotus' Hellfire.
Just when Bronson thought he could not survive this time, the oncoming flames did not directly rush to his body, but climbed to his feet first.
"Ahhhhh …!"
The scream came from Bronson's body for the second time.
But this time, it was not a roar, but a scream.
Bronson wanted to get rid of the burning flames on his feet, but because of the exhaustion of magical power, he couldn't even use his strength, he could only fall to the ground and howl in pain.
The flame was like a snake, covering his body little by little, slowly, slowly, gradually burning Bronson's body.
"Ahhhhh …!"
Bronson's blood-curdling screams echoed throughout the sea of fire. It was a very desolate scene.
After a while, Bronson's feet were burned.
At this time, the flame burned his hand.
After a while, Bronson's hand was burned.
At this time, the flame burned his body.
Bronson endured the incessant burning. He screamed, moaned, and howled in pain. He wasn't even allowed to faint.
When the flame extinguished, Bronson was no longer human, he was dying.
"— — —"
The incantation that echoed around stopped.
The flames that spread around subsided.
The piece of flesh suspected to be Bronson was twitching on the ground, but he was not dead yet.
Only then did a pair of feet appear in front of Bronson, entering his blurry vision.
"The rest of the debt, you can pay in hell."
Such a sentence became the last words Bronson heard in his life.
Immediately …
"Bang!"
The foot in front of him suddenly flew up and kicked him into the flames on the side, disappearing in the fire.
At this point, the puppet who was once the closest to the demon king died.
In the cruelest way, he paid for all his crimes.
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