EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school-Chapter 965: Consciousness (13)

The Jinn, having no hair, was definitely one of the villains, and it was most likely Do-ol, one of the dark figures in the group.

He was anticipating the possibility of evil spirits coming this way.

My mind became tangled with the new variable.

‘The evil spirits must have targeted Seong Woo’s coffin, not this place. Did they come here after being hit by Hwang Ji-ho and Yong Jegyeon? Or did he deploy multiple villains in this operation?’

But the charter had wilted, and the media was broadcasting it live. I wondered if darkness had commanded the evil spirits never to reveal themselves.

Yet, the fact that they showed up meant they were doing something of great importance.

In that case, what I had to do now wasn’t to defend or flee.

I lowered my posture, centered myself, and focused on gathering as much power wave as possible to match the maximum output of the power gun.

The gun was aimed at the hair that wrapped around the altar.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The hair was thin, making it hard to strike, but it wasn’t difficult to include the area where the bullets collided with the strands.

After the impact, the hair's movement slowed down.

While I couldn’t do much to Do-ol’s hair with the supernatural gun, I succeeded in drawing attention to myself with this act.

Kukuku...

At that moment, the intelligence beneath me shook violently.

Seeing that he was trying to eliminate me, it didn’t seem like the attack was pointless.

"I told you to be careful!"

Kwang!

As Hwang Bo-yoon heard the voice of progress, the ground erupted.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t dodge, but I immediately reacted and avoided the explosion, though the surroundings were filled with blasts.

Amid the continuous explosions, Hwang Bo-yoon clicked his tongue, his hand pressing against the ground.

"Something is stimulating the ley lines. That altar undoubtedly represents the power of the demon."

Even someone who wasn’t familiar with intelligence could tell that the ley lines were surrounded by unusual energy.

Do-ol’s hair had performed a ritual that connected the altar and the ley lines, and after the ritual ended, it seemed that the demon of death was about to rampage.

Since it wasn’t the demon priests who had stimulated the ley lines, even if demons were used to suppress other demons, nothing would change.

Also, I couldn’t figure out where the tools controlling the hair were, making the attack difficult.

From the moment the ley lines began to stir, the demon priest began to resist fiercely, and Song Man-seok and the others were also struggling.

"The demon hasn’t abandoned me!"

The sound of the demon priest was so loud it hurt my ears.

Tak Geo-san had lost his chain due to the sudden increase in power, and Hong Gyeong-bok had drawn rocks in midair to protect Seong Si-wan and Gye I-dam, building a wall of stones.

Song Man-seok didn’t stop swinging his fists, but they were blocked by the sickle.

The shockwave caused by the collision of the fist and sickle mixed with the power flowing beneath the unstable ground, triggering another explosion.

Kwang!

When the explosion happened, Song Man-seok stepped back, but the demon priest was still standing.

The seal of the demon of death that had been engraved shone more brightly than when it was first seen.

As the demon of death grew stronger through the altar and ley lines, the demon priest also gained power.

When the shockwave subsided, Tak Geo-san rushed in.

"We’re escaping!"

Taking advantage of the confusion, the demon priest began chanting a teleportation spell.

Veteran players, recognizing the signs of teleportation, tried to use their skills to cancel the spell, but Hwang Bo-yoon snatched it away.

"Leave that. This comes first. Just keep the pressure and attack his hair like he did!"

The "he" Hwang Bo-yoon referred to was me.

While observing the combat situation, I continued firing at the hair.

They constantly interfered, but the power surging from underground was growing stronger.

The altar side was far more dangerous than the demon priest.

However, since it was still being filmed, we had to be cautious.

In the worst-case scenario, my Trump card would only be revealed, and there would be no stopping the chaos at the altar.

Would the mental command work from the altar? Since it wielded the power of the demon god, it might have an effect. No, there might be other numbers too...

As I scanned the area for clues about the next step, my eyes met the demon priest’s gaze.

His eyes were filled with hatred and rage.

If he hadn’t caught my ankle, things wouldn’t have escalated this far, so I couldn’t say it looked good.

All the teleportation spells were complete, and the edges of the demon priest’s clothes were becoming transparent.

"This is a parting gift. O demon god, to the author...!"

The demon priest pointed at me.

It seemed like he was planning to curse as he fled.

Can I block it with the power gun?

Shouldn’t I be using the command now?

No, there’s still one left.

It’s time, but it’s not settled yet. If I’m late, I’ll have to move regardless.’

Just before making my decision, my eyes turned black.

It was the afterimage of black supernatural power.

Right now, it was just the two of us, Dark Horse and I, using black supernatural power in this area.

The afterimage left by Dark Horse was blocking the way.

"I bring a gift from you."

Chua!

He ran so fast that I thought Dark Horse had teleported, and I swung a piece of dark magic at him.

Even amidst the veteran players' fierce attacks, the demon priest, who hadn’t even groaned, was hit by a whip and couldn’t hold back a scream.

"Joke!"

At the place where the tail of the speech struck, there was a horseshoe-shaped brand.

It seemed that the dark magic wasn’t just swinging a whip but had some special power.

It seemed to be the gift the black horse had mentioned.

Dark Horse, flicking the ends of his three-piece suit, spoke.

"How dare you do this in my domain? You’ll kill me. Don’t forget the meaning of the gift."

Dark Horse seemed eager to act out the meaning of the gift, but the demon priest’s body was dissipating like bubbles, making further strikes impossible.

The dark magician seemed to know this and stopped after branding the priest.

The humiliated demon priest fumbled to find the horseshoe brand.

The demon priest’s rage was now directed at Dark Horse instead of me.

Goso...

The transfer spell was completed, and the demon priest had completely vanished, but the ground was still shaking.

The veteran players tried to calm the intelligence down, but it was beyond their control.

Anyone who could manipulate intelligence freely would not need a seal from Hwang Ji-ho.

"Move. I will erase it with my intelligence."

The dark demon's magical fragment this time aimed at the altar.

Then the players who had previously unleashed supernatural waves on the ground, along with the hair, withdrew.

Dark Horse did not explain who he was, but it seemed all the veteran players recognized him.

Hwang Bo-yoon, unaware that his scarf would be removed, gazed at the black horse.

Chew!

Dark Horse swung his liquid in the air and began carving something.

The more times the magical fragments were swung, the heavier the air became, and the afterimages of black supernatural power deepened.

What Dark Horse was carving resembled the magical circle Hwang Ji-ho used to handle intelligence.

‘The specific operating method is different, but the foundation for handling intelligence seems similar.’

There was one more difference.

Dark Horse was pouring out more intelligent power than Hwang Ji-ho.

In comparison, the reactive intelligence power was minimal.

Even though Silver Mine had the strongest intelligence on the Korean Peninsula, the difference was too large.

"... You’ve made a mess."

Dark Horse muttered bitterly and then increased the output of his power wave.

The waves of the dark superpowers rippled like a veil and engulfed the black horse.

The helicopter flying around the area, fearing it would get caught up in the enormous energy wave, rose higher.

But perhaps not wanting to miss this scene, the camera’s lens was still aimed at Dark Horse.

Chua!

When the dark demon swung the shard of power in the swirling storm, Do-ol’s hair scattered without a trace.

The remaining altar, branded by the demon of death, couldn’t withstand it and cracked with a "juk," causing the ground to shake.

"... And..."

Hwang Bo-yoon marveled as he gazed at Dark Horse.

Despite unleashing incredible power, Dark Horse stood tall without breaking a sweat.

From afar, the White Horse snorted and said something, to which Dark Horse nodded.

"Then I’ll go."

"Wait, if you know anything about this attack..."

"We need to destroy the altar they created."

Hong Gyeong-bok shouted, but Dark Horse ignored him.

Before leaving, Dark Horse glanced at the faces of the people here but said nothing.

For some reason, it seemed like he stared at my face for quite a while, but that was all.

Dark Horse suddenly appeared, swung the magical shard, and vanished without a word.

"Let’s go check if there’s a fire pillar."

Ding-dong.. ···!

When Song Man-seok suggested it after confirming there was no issue, the hovering broadcast helicopter moved.

It seemed like they were heading toward the town, as there didn’t seem to be anything to photograph here.

By now, in the town, there would be the hero Seong Guk-eon who saved the villagers and the captured wanted criminal, so they’d probably want to take pictures.

As the helicopter sound faded, I realized that the situation here was over.

‘We blocked the number without major damage. And as a result, awareness of the demon of death will rise.’

Before leaving, I looked back at the altar.

There were no casualties, but the power of the demon of death and the unknown evil force’s awe had been broadcasted.

This number could fall apart with the smallest mistake, and those on the other side of the screen would know it.

Even though the ritual they performed wasn’t a success, it would be hard to call it a failure.

After the ambush ended, I headed to Seong Guk-eon’s house faster than expected.

He had told the police and the association to leave the investigation to the adults and gave only the minimal situation before being immediately released.

Since this incident had drawn the media’s attention, the association quickly dispatched Hong Gyu-bin, who, upon finding me, ran to talk.

"Doctor, are you okay? Don’t worry, I’ll contact you if anything happens. Just don’t overexert yourself."

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Just hearing that made it seem like Hong Gyu-bin would push himself to uncover the information that wasn’t being said.

Well, if the opponent was hiding important information, he would try to pull it out, but this time it didn’t seem to have much meaning.

Moreover, the follow-up was now being handled by someone else, not me.

The media and public interest were all focused on Seong Guk-eon, with news channels, SNS, and video streaming sites all filled with stories of lawmakers confronting the wanted criminal.

I wanted to see it myself... I’ll have to watch the video later.

In Flamago, there was almost no chance to use Seong Guk-eon’s Gwanglim.

Darkness often watched Seong Guk-eon’s abilities warily, and in some scenarios, he either fought alone or was completely excluded from the battle, making it hard to activate Gwanglim.

Did darkness make the Jinn pay a price while Seong Guk-eon wandered in the mountains during this incident?

It was a chance I could’ve seen, but it was a bit of a regret.

I quelled my regret by reading the selfies taken with Seong Guk-eon and eyewitness accounts posted on SNS.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

As I was checking articles to assess the situation elsewhere, the device message alarm rang frantically.

I couldn’t check immediately, but seeing that part of the message popped up, it seemed like they were startled at the moment of facing the demon priest.

It seemed like everyone in my contacts had sent messages, but I didn’t reach out.

It was reported that there were no injuries, and the scene showed the safe exit, so I figured it would be fine not to respond immediately.

The first thing I needed to do now was to handle what was right in front of me.

"Be careful... you’ve created unnecessary things."

At Seong Guk-eon’s house.

Instead of the main building being destroyed by the raid, there were people gathering in the current outer building.

Among them was Hwang Ji-ho, the "unnecessary" presence.

"Here is the benefactor."

It seemed they had destroyed all the altars, and Dark Horse was here.

Dark Horse pointed at me and called me the benefactor.