PFC Chapter 105 First Prize
Chapter 105 First Prize
From this angle, this huge dragon head in front of us... is actually the head of ■■■?
Alastor, who had nimbly dodged the giant beast's body, stood still, staring intently at the black dragon before him, and thought to himself.
—Wow, that's great! Looks like he's won the lottery.
Wendigo, whose smile was now even more eerie than before, had somehow returned to his normal appearance.
He stood between the dragon's bodies, watching the beast's terrifying head with great interest.
She has a pair of rather striking, enormous antlers—now stripped of their original obsidian surface, they have transformed into two ancient tree branches that appear to be bathed in lava.
The tips of the branches were burning red, mysterious and beautiful.
Alastor was not short among sinners, but his height was at most the size of the dragon's vertical eye.
In fact, he transformed back into his normal form the moment the giant beast's body appeared before the Broadcast Demon.
After all, people want to have some fun.
The sinner lord, who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was still quite happy to see those he had slaughtered being crushed into a pool of blood.
After all, it's sometimes quite amusing to watch a giant step on an ant... It's just a little regrettable that he couldn't eat all those mindless creatures.
The broadcasting demon pressed his knuckles to his lips, glancing regretfully at the mangled, still twitching pieces of flesh.
Speaking of which, those sinners killed by ■■■ can't be resurrected, right? In that case, the one she just threw out of the inn's area has become the lucky one.
The male demon, with an air of utter leisure, casually glanced at his fingernails, as if he were strolling through the streets, before turning his gaze to the few debt collectors who had followed him and avoided the dragon's body.
"Ah, what a pity for you. Don't you think being killed by such beautiful creatures is the best fate you deserve?"
Alastor, twirling his cane, stood amidst the mountain-like body of the black dragon, a mocking expression on his face.
"Looks like you're going to miss out on an easier way to die."
The scarlet male demon, seemingly unsurprised by the current situation, closed his eyes and shook his head regretfully.
"Fuck...you're all fucking crazy!...crazy!!"
A hellish creature, seemingly modeled after a hammerhead shark, sat sprawled on the ground, screaming in terror.
The blood-red sinner who went on a killing spree terrified the traders, and the unknown female demon who had just transformed into such a behemoth terrified them out of their wits.
This left the hammerhead shark, which still had the energy to yell, somewhat unsure of who to look at.
"Hmph...why are the idiots always the ones who survive to the end?"
With a nonchalant tone, Wendigo turned his ever-present, enormous smile stiffly toward the hammerhead shark who had just spoken.
"Enjoy your short demonic life, buddy, while I don't have much of an appetite right now..."
"...You wait! You damned outsiders, you stupid criminals who bully others by relying on your power!"
Perhaps due to the great stimulation, a jellyfish-like ruler stood still and interrupted Alastor in a daze.
"One day, the nobles of hell will drive all of you self-proclaimed sinner lords, you arrogant lunatics, out of the Ring of Pride! I... cough! Gaaah!!"
He was shouting and yelling in a frenzied tone.
But before the ruler could finish speaking, a shadowy creature shimmering with a faint green light pierced through him with incredible speed.
A piercing noise exploded from the throat of the crimson Wendigo, who stood rooted to the spot.
The elegant and leisurely red-clad gentleman who had just appeared was now radiating a bright green light.
In his indistinct broadcast voice, he spoke slowly and deliberately: "I was just looking for you, darling."
"Perhaps, this young gentleman can tell me... how he managed to turn the chef into this state?"
Although he used polite words, Alastor, whose face was so distorted and blurry that it could only be described as terrifying, asked this question in his chilling broadcast tone.
"I can give you ten seconds to tell me what you did."
With an increasingly eerie and deep voice, Wendigo hooked the other's chest, which he had stabbed with a bloody hole, like a skewer of meat, and roughly lifted it in front of himself.
“If you dare to lie to me, I won’t hesitate to let you taste what it’s like to have your soul torn to pieces, and I can assure you that every piece of your soul will only scream in my deepest nightmare channel—until you cry and beg me to kill you!”
Perhaps to show the other party that he would only go further, Wendigo, whose body had swelled up, maintained his proper but eerie smile and mercilessly stretched the other party's chest, which he had pierced with a large hole.
"Ugh... Hoaaaaaaah!!"
The screams of agony, a sound worse than death, and the cracking of bones rang out together.
Alastor, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it all, suddenly widened his smile even further.
Wendigo, whose face was not splattered with a single drop of blood, used his microphone to release bursts of cheerful, canned laughter, as if cheering for this inhumane torture.
It would be difficult for outsiders to tell whether he simply wanted to have fun or wanted to know the information he was looking for.
Because he didn't seem to care much about whether the person being interrogated lived or died.
"Go...go to hell!!"
The Lord Dominator, tormented by the Wendigo, was more resolute than he had imagined.
Before being torn to pieces by Alastor, he raised his hand and released a familiar-looking stone toward Wendigo.
The Western gentleman didn't give the Dominator, who had turned into pieces of flesh and scattered on the ground, much more attention. He easily caught the seemingly harmless stone that flew towards him, as if he were practicing catching a baseball.
It was a stone that looked to be made with very crude magic.
In Alastor's eyes, this attack was no different from a child throwing stones at him.
Wendigo frowned when he didn't get the answer he wanted, and then crushed the stone in his hand without hesitation.
Liquid mixed with holy water and seawater spilled from between the fingers of the broadcasting demon.
Because of the natural resistance of holy water to demons, Wendigo's palm hissed as it was corroded, accompanied by a burst of rapidly rising white smoke.
However, this holy water was clearly a crude imitation, at best a piece of garbage that the lesser demons diluted with water and drank like wine.
...So, what actually caused such a strong reaction in ■■■ was the seawater?
Alastor narrowed his eyes, realizing there must be a reason for this, but he knew nothing about it.
"So, are you still planning to stay here? I don't mind asking a few more questions, since you're all in cahoots, right?"
Alastor, whose voice sounded rather displeased, glanced casually at the remaining traders gathered in front of him.
He had been playing for a while, so he still had quite a few left—but now, there were clearly things more interesting than those guys.
Alastor glanced indifferently at the head of the giant beast that was not far from them but remained motionless.
"Damn it... he's just a sinner lord! Didn't your boss give you noble magic?! Why don't you use it then! Don't you usually disapprove of sinner lords?!"
Perhaps driven to the brink of despair, the sinner in the debt collection gang, who had been deliberately beaten half to death, resurrected, and then beaten half to death again by Alastor, broke down and uttered incoherently.
"...Didn't that bitch Mimz kill your girlfriend?! Now she's caused us to lose so much magic, boss, what are you still hesitating for!"
Trader's henchman number one looked at Alastor, who had formed an encirclement with the power of a single demon, and his blood-covered body trembled like a leaf.
"Boss! If we don't use our trump card soon, we won't even know how we're going to die!"
The second brother, missing an arm and a leg, looked like he was about to cry.
"Boss...!"
……
"I got it! Damn it, you bunch of bastards talk too much... Die! You damn arrogant local bullies!!"
The traders' conversations progressed faster than Alastor had anticipated.
It's surprising that these reckless fools actually had a trump card up their sleeve?
Because he was facing unknown noble magic, Alastor was surprised that these native hell creatures could obtain these things. He raised an eyebrow and then leisurely unfolded a simple protective shield.
In fact, Alastor was already being quite lenient by being on guard when that crudely made magical attack came at him...
"boom!!!"
With a deafening roar, a massive vortex, obscured by sand and dust, suddenly and unexpectedly struck the broadcasting demon and the traders.
Alastor, who was prepared, stood still and glanced with slight surprise at the dark limbs in front of him that resembled eagle claws.
The dragon-transformed [character's name] used one of its claws to block the so-called "noble magic" for him.
The crude, small bullets caused a considerable explosion when they hit her arm, but for ■■■, that explosion was probably nothing more than a tickle.
A deep, terrifying dragon roar rolled out from the chest of the pure black dragon. She merely shifted her position slightly, and all the demons standing on the ground could feel a tremor that was almost like an earthquake.
After blocking the attack, her enormous head, which had been lying helplessly on the ground, suddenly and slowly rose up.
At this moment, Alastor, whose size could only be described as minuscule, stood still, calmly and with great interest gazing into ■■■'s bright, golden eyes.
The black dragon's golden eyes resembled two burning suns, and her long whiskers rippled in the air in concentric circles with her slow, deliberate movements.
He couldn't discern any emotion in her eyes, which were now indistinguishable from those of a wild beast.
The black dragon's vertical pupils swam in the magnificent golden pools of her enormous eye sockets, like a high and mighty god giving a heartless glance to the sand beneath the ground.
The exaggeratedly beautiful dorsal fin on her back rose and fell with each breath. Alastor loved the sharp, metallic black scales that shimmered after she transformed into a dragon, and he also loved her immense power that could kill any doubter.
— It possesses the wildness of beasts, and the ultimate beauty and awe.
...I really want to taste what it tastes like.
After transforming into this form, will every part of ■■■'s body taste the same?
Just as Alastor stood there pondering this question, the sluggish ■■■ suddenly charged toward the traders who had just been blown away by his own movements, as if someone had pressed the accelerator.
"Eee ...
"Monster! Monster!! Don't come any closer!!!"
"Help me—!!"
Oh? So people cry for help even in hell.
Seemingly unconcerned that the currently uncertain situation might lead to an attack, Alastor watched with amusement as the black dragon charged towards the sharks with its unparalleled power.
But she didn't use any particularly cruel methods to deal with them; she simply opened her mouth.
A strange sound, like lava and fire churning in her mouth, quickly subsided.
The blinding orange-red light flashing from the dragon's mouth died down with a hissing sound as the flames went out, and the pitch-black behemoth stared intently at the sharks before it, as if it had given up on something.
The broadcasting demon, who was watching the show, showed a regretful expression—but his regret was interrupted before it lasted long.
"Get out!!!"
A deafening, overwhelming roar erupted from the depths of the black dragon's chest without warning, a sound so loud and awe-inspiring that it seemed to shatter the entire hell.
Rather than calling it a dragon's roar, it was more accurate to describe it as an indiscriminate sonic attack that could destroy the heavens and the earth.
Although reluctant to leave the best viewing spot, Alastor, who had no choice but to press down his own ear, still transformed into a shadow and went to a place a little further away from the main attraction for the sake of his demonic safety.
Fortunately, he still witnessed the fate of those traders.
Faced with such a terrifying sonic attack, the traders who had been thrown to pieces and were trying to escape were instantly stripped of their skin and flesh by the black dragon's roar.
Their bones were charred and turned to dust by the scalding hot wind from the witch's mouth.
—Judging from its seemingly non-existent state, it's most likely that it simply vanished into thin air, right?
Alastor, gripping his cane, raised one eyebrow.
Even in this state, he still maintains his favorite unique humor... After all, how can he get out if everyone is dead?
The broadcasting demon, somewhat amused by his own genius interpretation, tapped his shoulder lightly with his cane.
……
But at that moment, the black dragon, which seemed a bit slow and was transformed from [unclear], suddenly turned its huge head slowly and looked at Alastor, who looked completely at ease.