This world is no longer complete, but is declining!
 The posture of the Dharma Protector brought her endless pressure.
 The despair before the world's demise is flooding into her heart with her magic power!
 The feeling of despair and powerlessness drove this talented mage to a dangerous detour!
 “I’m waiting for this.”
 Mathael laughed ferociously!
 Finally almost finished!
 Finally, he can get a glimpse of knowledge!
 The names of destiny originally gathered in Inaris!
How could the demon who combined with Inaris be an ordinary guy?
 The daughter of hatred!
 The embodiment of knowledge!
 Lilith!
If Inaris can envision the title of Archangel, then Lilith is destined to be the seventh Demon King of Hell!
If Andariel hadn't violated Lilith's will, Lilith would have been the evil one among the demon kings of hell!
 Even, she has had a glimpse of the power of the devil!
 Lilith is the last legacy of this world!
 It is also Rasma’s last hope!
 …
 “Has it started yet?”
Rasma had a smile on her face.
 The already pale face began to become transparent.
 “Bless you for your fate and return home three times!”
Rasma shouted the beginning of the spell loudly!
 The soul of the first-generation Bulcaisel burned even more fiercely!
 “Linarion!”
The first-generation Bulcaisu shouted loudly, calling the name of the child who only stayed behind his brothers when he was born!
 “May the first door of Sanji be opened!”
Rasma did not pause at all, and continued to chant the mantra with a fanatical attitude!
 “Brother! Shut up!”
　　The first-generation Bulkatho picked up his two swords and rushed towards Rathma!
 He ​​doesn't care about the death of his brother, but he is in awe of the being who will be awakened!
 The embodiment of knowledge and taboo!
 All continuation of hatred!
 Their mother! Lilith!
Why does Mephisto, the Demon God of Hatred, act like an idiot?
That’s because when he tried to take control of creation, he gave his most proud power to his creation!
 Wisdom belongs to the higher heavens!
 And knowledge belongs to the burning hell!
　　The first generation Bulkatho's two swords passed through Rathma's chest!
 Nailed through the soul of his brother!
The anger continued to burn, but there was no way to stop Rasma from continuing to recite the mantra!
 “The blood sacrifice of those who wish!”
Blood overflowed from Rasma's mouth, and her face turned completely transparent!
 The balance between life and death is broken at this time!
The founder of the Necromancer, now as weak as a skeleton soldier that was awakened at will!
Rathma stretched out her slender hand and took hold of the first-generation Burkasso's rough hand from forging and wielding weapons in battle!
 “Brother, thank you!”
Rasma said with a smile on her face!
The soul of the first-generation Bulcaisuo trembled violently, and his anger was extinguished in an instant!
Chapter completed!