Hero Creator: The Last Hero
Ch. 64 — Big Clashes! End of First Wave

Minutes before the appearance of the eternal ice or the terrible aura, Marcel and Diablo faced each other with displeasure.

One was disappointed that the one who came was not the man he expected to kill. The person he expected was Rigel who was already like an eternal enemy of Diablo, but unfortunately the one who came was a disappointment.

While the other one was displeased at being looked down upon and one eye away, witnessing the demonic presence had already fed him up, coupled with the demon in front of him being extremely sickening.

“Why isn't the Hero Creator coming, why is a lowly worm like you coming to see me? It's kindness, go and tell that bastard to come.” Diablo did not want to trouble himself with people who were not comparable to him.

“It looks like you have great pride of self, despite being almost killed by the person you are looking for, black lizard.” Marcel did not wish Diablo and embraced his scythe.

“It was just my negligence, and not for the second time.” Diablo was visibly irritated when it was revealed.

“The second time, not three? I remember you failed to kill Rigel this much and where did you both mean?” Marcel made a face that gave an annoying impression even to Diablo.

He widened his eyes and managed to fend off the sharp hooves Diablo threw out quickly, seeing that it provoked displeasure from the two parties.

Silence for some time until the two disappeared on the spot and clashed against each other in the air.

“Deathly Schyte!” Marcel turned his scythe one full turn, blades of light immediately appeared and lunged at Diablo.

Jumping down Diablo planted its claws on the ground and formed a wall with the ground. The walls are shattered but to his surprise Diablo is nowhere to be found, Marcel searches around until he finds danger right above his head.

“Darkness — Seven Snake!” Seven pointed heads of snakes appeared and intended to swallow Marcel, but he was not foolish enough to stand still and accept it.

“Schyte Slash!” A scythe slash was thrown cutting off the snake's head and pushing back Diablo.

Diablo gave off a black aura that was semicircular in shape and covered himself completely, Marcel's attack being futile as the black aura repelled it as easily as opening a bean.

“You only have a great weapon, not with its power.” Diablo smiled faintly in disappointment, he shook his head as if nothing could be expected of Marcel.

“And you just had a big mouth saying that you could beat Rigel, the fact is that you yourself can't kill me quickly!”

Mata was paid with eyes and provocation was reciprocated provocation, Marcel did not want to take a headache at first but the demon in front of him was very good at playing his tongue, whether or not he should be able to reply.

“It looks like you really want to die!” Diablo folded his face furiously, his claws giving off a deadly black aura.

Marcel readied his scythe and darted against Diablo, in an instant the great clash between the two occurred until none of his eyes was able to keep up with his speed.

The speed was so fast that anyone who saw them only found two clashing lights and sparks from the weapons used.

‘He is very troublesome!’ Diablo admitted that Marcel was tough and difficult to conquer, though he hated to say it but he could not kill him if it remained as it was.

“At least I will present your head as an apology to Mr. Lucifer.” Diablo waved his hand up and down, the ground where he stood covered in pitch darkness, “Teritory — Domain Of Despair.”

That deepest darkness immediately wrapped the two of them into a separate sub-space with the battlefield. Marcel who was trapped inside was confused and heard the screams of the past.

“Marcel, you should be a plot with me, yet why are you still living proudly?!”

“Death, die and laugh like you who can live without guilt even though we die!”

Hateful and angry voices pierced his ears, two skulls emerged from the ground and crawled at his feet as if wanting to pull him into that boundless darkness.

“Argo, Takatsumi ..” Those two people were Heroes who had fallen before, they were both people that Marcel could call good friends.

“Nee, do you remember me? The woman you fucked and you killed.” This time a rotting corpse appeared.

A girl who no longer had both her eyes and skin dislodged and a foul smell followed her coming, the girl continued to crawl and her face was very close as if wanting to kiss.

“You ... It was not ..”

The Demi-human girl with the appearance of a maid who used to be used by Marcel for lustful gratification and was killed by him to level up, when it was the first time he killed a human.

Although the Demi-humans belong to the monster race but for the inhabitants of the earth they are modified humans or something like that.

For the first time he regretted the sins he had committed. When he first found out he was a Hero, Marcel began to act dictatorially and like a ruler.

Whatever he wants will certainly be obtained without exception girl, and therefore he did various vile things without the knowledge of other Heroes.

Among the people he was summoned with Marcel was the strongest, he started to become increasingly haughty and acting at will. However his attitude changed after seeing Rigel's Strength and being slapped the fact that three Heroes died.

“Cute with us ... The people you played with and threw away ... Come, MARCEL!”

“Stop!”

Marcel screamed and clawed at his ears as if he wished he no longer wanted to hear anything. He knew that this was a sin that he had to bear, what he did would definitely be rewarded.

“I've heard of this despair from Rigel, this Devil is really a bad opponent for those who do a lot of bad things ..”

It was truly a terrifying strength, drawing out fear and reminding him with bad memories to draw despair out from within his heart.

The power Diablo had was the worst for Marcel, Ozaru, even Rigel.

“Kukuku ... The refreshing sight of the Hero crying like a baby. Go on, go on and let out your despair! As I expected, there is nothing more delicious than the dark emotions of Heroic despair like you!” Diablo smiled widely and felt in the wind.

He remembered very well the feeling of pleasure he felt while playing pandora on the side of the abyss with Rigel and the other Heroes. But remembering the incident made him angry.

‘Not only is that human still alive, he even makes me very troubled including killing my pet!’

For a contract demon was the most important thing not least the contract with monsters. Diablo never forgot the time in which his dragon pet was killed and the contract between them was destroyed.

“Mana possible ..”

The voice immediately awakened Diablo from his thoughts, the voice that refused to accept and voted to continue opposing was the one he disliked the most.

“Mana may .. I will be silent let it.” Marcel tried to stand upright despite looking staggering, “From on satisfying you ... I prefer the path to death.”

Marcel's gaze was ice-cold, his eyes more like those of a savage beast with its white part blackened.

Diablo was intent on ending it but a strong aura of darkness emerged from his opponent, Marcel was emitting an evil energy that even destroyed the Territory.

“What are you doing? Impossible with an aura alone to destroy the Territory ..” Diablo squinted, he was surprised to see it, “ ... You absorbed? Don't joke with me!”

Absorbing the power of his Territory meant that Marcel was absorbing his fear of sin and despair, in the sense that he accepted it all.

“Whatever I do it is natural that I receive it ... Rejecting all the sins I committed was consciously stupid, regretting was also useless.” his upper body collapsed but both legs were still standing, his mouth immediately spewing blood as his black aura formed a form.

“So that means you accept everything including despair? Even if you are a Hero, you will die sooner or later, not even Divine Protection will protect you.”

“Pft! Haha ... A divine? From the very beginning of coming to this world I have never relied on such a foolish thing. After all, the scythe has been different since the beginning from the other Heroes.”

The dark aura that gathered behind him formed the form of a skull with black clothes, a giant purplish black scythe that moved in rhythm with the scythe in Marcel's hands.

The skull opened its jaws as if smiling, blue smoke immediately burst out from its mouth, some moans sounded as if he was speaking yet it was unclear what he was conveying.

“Fear of the lifemaker, Grim Reaper.”

Diablo felt a chill down his back, “What the fuck is wrong with you ... Which hero uses the power of death?! Both you and Rigel's man are not normal!”

Heroes are the embodiment of holy men and they are closer to angels than demons who inhabit darkness, all this time Diablo has seen two Heroes who use the power of darkness.

First deep in the past, humans are outcasts and sometimes called the 13th Hero. Then the only anomaly among the Heroes is Rigel, Hero Creator. While the man in front of him was currently the 3rd.

“Kuhaha ... If you think ... Only Hero Creator, Rigel the only different one ... Then you have to fix those thoughts.”

Marcel slowly raised his upper body with a stagger, the clothes and set of armor he was wearing immediately shattered leaving his trousers, his gaze sparkling blue with a crazy look of murder.

Along with the oddity that happened to him, Marcel began to emit a black liquid that formed sigils around his body.

“I am the man who swallowed everything including sin and this world ... Come, Cursed Series — Glutonny!”

Marcel was well aware of the side effects of using these two powers at the same time. The impact of using the Grim Reaper was already great yet he had no idea how dangerous the curse series was.

‘Rigel has already warned for Heroes who have curse series not to use it at the beginning .. but against this demon, I can't be half-and-half. So forgive me.’

Finishing completing the apology in his mind, Marcel disappeared from his place and left Diablo puzzled and searching the surroundings.

“I didn't feel apapu—” He didn't finish the sentence, the cold came immediately and it was right above his head.

Diablo spread out his bat wings and flew away, although he managed to stay away he received a small cut on his cheek.

A violent tremor that split the ground from the scythe of Marcel and the Grim Reaper behind him, the cold wind of death smashed directly into the blood-filled battleground.

“With no human troops, I don't have to worry about attacking my own comrades!” Marcel smiled and disappeared.

“Sial, so that's the initial goal of not sending troops!” Diablo flew away while worried about the location of Marcel's appearance, he didn't want to be the one to continue being attacked, “Your biggest mistake is to be my opponent ... Hellfire — Helliest!”

Black flames spread from Diablo like a round cage, Marcel who was planning to launch an attack from above unbundled his intentions and slashed the flames.

“You can't destroy it ... Chase him!” Diablo stretched out a network, the fire immediately chased after Marcel like a snake.

No matter how Marcel tried to escape, the fire continued to chase until Marcel felt something was not wearing from behind him.

“You're in pursuit, huh?!”

“Absolutely who said no?” Diablo smiled and swung his claws, warm red blood flowing through the claws towards his hands.

“Ergh! Motherfucker!” Marcel turned his scythe, the Grim Reaper acted similarly and threw eight blades of light towards Diablo and managed to cut off his left arm.

“Tch, he managed to dodge.” Diablo clucked irritably because he failed to hit his vital organs.

Right in the last seconds Marcel moved so that Diablo's claws were just piercing his waist, his organs were fine but it still felt quite painful.

“This is nothing!” Marcel shouted and lunged at Diablo, “Grim Reaper, take him to the realm of death!”

Nodding his obedience, the giant skull'it threw its scythe, Diablo managed to dodge even though it was thin but the Grim Reaper's goal had already been achieved.

He formed a sigil with his two free hands, immediately there were four large scythes as well as four Marcels and a Grim Reaper with him. The four figures surround Diablo in a circle. They stretched out their scythe around Diablo and restricted its movement.

Suddenly this made him surprised and intend to fly higher but his body was unable to move. The seal has been activated and once activated no one can escape.

“Seal ... Corpse Will Be Silent—” Grim Reaper opens his mouth wide and waits for the next words from Marcel, “—The Dead Will Be Dead.”

The mouths of the Grim Reapers opened wide and absorbed Diablo's power quickly. The scythe that the Grim Reapers wielded emitted a purplish light that restricted Diablo's movements.

“Keargh!” Diablo screamed in pain, his body as if being hit by hundreds of needles at the same time.

In the midst of the torture, Marcel asked Diablo to speak while preparing his strength with a scythe in his hand, “You know why the curse of gluttony is special like the Crescent?”

Diablo certainly could not answer him because he was not a Hero, a demon would not seem to be dizzying about something like a speciality in a particular Hero.

After all he was already preoccupied with excruciating pain, not only was his mana energy but his life force was also absorbed, ‘I will die if this continues his state!’

He would not accept such a miserable death, Diablo rebelled and used Hellfire to eliminate the Grim Reaper but his efforts were in vain. The attack he made was immediately sucked into energy.

“Will I tell ... The Crescent is the embodiment of the Lifeless Lifesaver of every life. He wanted to take away all the lives that existed in this world to satisfy his desires. And its connection to gluttony as both have very real similarities ..”

Marcel's scythe turned completely black, its sharp although invisible tip slowly approaching and reaching Diablo's nape. Seeing that Marcel smiled with satisfaction.

“The Similarity between the Lifesaver and this curse is ... We both live in gluttony.”

“Death to bastards!” Diablo shouted so loudly that his veins were about to break.

“Deathly Schyte — Eleven Judgement.” Marcel drew his scythe and beheaded Diablo immediately.

The head floated down to the ground with Dramatic, the Grim Reaper holding Diablo's body continued to absorb his strength until his body disappeared and only the head remained.

Marcel jumped down, he simply pulled back the Grim Reaper without pulling back his curse power because the fight was not over yet.

“With this your story ends, Diablo. You will never be able to reincarnate or feel life even if it is in hell.” Marcel closed his eyes as a last salute.

“Mr Diablo ... defeated.”

“No...maybe. This is impossible!”

“Damn it, kill THAT HERO!”

The demons fighting against the angels noticed from a distance, they wildly abandoned their opponents and headed towards Marcel with the intention of killing.

The angels tasked with slaughtering demons would naturally follow where they went. Elsewhere the person who was on the same side as him came.

“Marcel! Our part is done, my task of holding Rafael is also over, let's go back! I'll help you! Hazama and Nadia are gone first, we're left.” There was Priscilla flying closer.

With his arrival here it means that the task Rigel gave him is done or Rafael is running away from him. Marcel was quite battered especially with fresh blood constantly flowing out.

The wound on his waist clearly had a curse and poison because in reality the wound did not improve in the slightest.

“You go first, I'll stay here.”

“What are you talking about? That body won't last long!” Priscilla did not believe what she heard and insisted on imposing.

Looking at his wound that was slowly rotting due to the curse, Marcel felt another terrible feeling coming, immediately his lips formed a smile, “I will stay here and fight them, this is my determination, please do not shake it.”

Priscilla paused, she stared at Marcel's blood-soaked face already deciding on a difficult choice. In order to answer the determination in question despite being painful to him and mankind, Priscilla smiled gently, “Thank you for your efforts. You fought very well.”

Leaving behind those words Priscilla flew at full speed leaving the battlefield.

“Huh~. So like this is the end I have ... In the end I only got one thank you.” Marcel let out a tired sigh while watching the sea of troops coming towards him.

One tear flowed from one eye, not sadness. But tears of gratitude from one previous thank you. As soon as another vibration came, an army of demons emerged from the other side and an army of angels came out from the Heavenly Gate.

“The second wave of warfare has begun, yes. Sorry everyone, I won't be joining from wave two onwards. At least I will end the first wave grandly, and create an incredible opening!”

Marcel looked back at the approaching sea of troops, immediately he smiled in satisfaction and his face went wild. At the end of his life he wants to keep smiling and become the happiest, freest— person

“—Go ahead and attack me, you fuckers! I will end and start a new war!”

Marcel jumped up and twisted his scythe like a tornado, “Let me borrow one of the skills similar to yours Ozaru ... Big Schyte!” His scythe turned into a huge size and swept away the surrounding angels and demons.

“Bigger! He who killed Mr Diablo, let's finish!”

“Fireball!”

“Deathly Poison!”

“Cursed Lighting!”

Various attacks were released towards him amidst the chaos of death on the battlefield full of blood.

“Don't underestimate me ... UOARGH!”

Swinging his scythe was like playing Baseball, every attack that came at the throw back. Marcel used the fallen corpse as a foothold and continued to kill whatever was in front of him mercilessly.

Screams, wails, and anger echoed in the deadly battle. At the end of this life Marcel was satisfied because there was no need to hold back against anything.

‘I can shout satisfied, kill freely, rampage without burden, without regret ..’ He was so focused on killing the enemy, Marcel never realized that he was also crying while continuing to fight. The confidence he believed in himself continued to smile until the end.

“It looks like this Hero is really fighting it out. I became concerned but wanted to how else because he had also killed Diablo, so I couldn't let him escape.” His hand was outstretched and a spear from the water formed, the newcomer intending to finish him off immediately.

Before the spear could take off Marcel sent a powerful attack towards him, the Demon Pillar simply raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“You can still deliver a very powerful attack at the end of your life. Very good, great, strong. Had we met earlier, I'm sure you would have been able to comfort me. This is my tribute to you.”

The water slowly gathered together and formed an enormous spear, Marcel whose completely whitened eyes looked at him, smiling happily and he used the Grim Reaper back.

“I'll bring one more pillar with me ... Grim Reaper — Soul Sacrifice!”

The Grim Reaper appeared again, the difference this time he pointed a scythe to the blue shadow of a human, the shadow is very similar to Marcel. The shadow was his soul and the Grim Reaper was willing to eat it.

The Demon Pillar in front of him smiled, “Great, Hero, I acknowledge the determination you have to make sacrifices. Ahh~ how glorious you are but you must die here.” With an emotional face, this newcomer presented an introduction as a tribute, “King of the Sea and Pillar of the Devil, Leviathan.”

“Algojo of mankind! Crescent Hero, Marcel!”

“Will I remember well. We'll meet in hell someday!”

Marcel jumped up, his scythe shone brightly and his size grew, the Grim Reaper followed behind him as he finished eating Marcel's soul, immediately the Grim Reaper disappeared and possessed his Crescent.

Leviathan released her water spear with a wide smile. The clash of the two attacks had a huge destructive impact, Leviathan no longer even cared about the other demons.

While the angels walked away from the fight and watched it. In a long time the collision ended and Marcel free-fall as the loser.

At the end of his life he saw a shocking sight. A once-in-a-lifetime scene where a sea of humans appeared in a short period of time, shedding tears and fury.

He knew who the tears were meant for, he also understood who the anger was they gave him. And when he understood it—

“With this my duty is over ... The rest I leave to you ... Hopefully ... Lucky ...”

—He showed a very satisfied smile. Until the end of his belief did not waver that he did not cry at all, in fact the crystal-like water hatching did not stop flowing until the end.

Marcel falls on the ground with the bodies of demons and angels, and at the end of his life he finds people he recognizes as friends coming to him.

“ ... Cel ... Marcel ..”

The cry of a girl calling out her name was the most calming part of her, as if the call was ushering herself into the next realm.