Hrmm… I’m reminded a bit of The Frantics and Ed Gruberman…
Ed Gruberman: “All right! Finally some action!”
Teacher: “Observe closely, class. Boot to the Head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Owww! You booted me in the head!”
…
Ed Gruberman: “Hey! Hey, I wasn’t ready! Come and get me now shorty, huh? Come on, are ya chicken?”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Oww! Okay, now I’m ready, okay, now, come on, try it now.”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Mind if I just lie down here for a minute?”
Seems like demons have a bit of a thing for writing profound statements about themselves on their garments.
Oscar’s lot had [EVIL] written on their jackets, and who could forget Oscar’s own fabulous jacket with BAD MAN on it, and his puffy trousers with {evil} on them.
It’s the same sort of impulse that drives humans on our world to wear t-shirts with slogans on them. Demons want to make sure their very style makes a statement about who they are and what they’re about.
Admittedly, some are more subtle about that message than others. Some weave symbolic meaning into their designs. Others just write “EVIL” on their pants.
As a philosopher once said, “there are no wrong ways to dress, only effective or ineffective”.
The jackets of the greatest devils are invariably sewn by the legendary four fingered seamstress, dark sorceress, and notorious devil liquor addict Imperfect Tiger from Painkiller Alley in the Shades district. Devils seeking such a garment must petition the seamstress with spirits made from countless other devils, and risk her legendary foul temper, biting criticisms, and sexually charged rambling.
Rumor has it that H I M S E L F has commissioned a well cut business suit from Imperfect Tiger, paid for with devil liquor distilled from H I S jailers in the Heretic’s Court, to be delivered upon H I S inevitable escape.
And here I was, thinking Oscar’s BAD MAN coat was the height of demonic fashion. One of these days, AL-YIS-UN’s gonna run into a devil with a wallet that just say Bad Motherfucker and regret it when she does.
Yep, this is exactly what I expected. A lesson in humility. A year of training does not in fact make you hot shit, no matter how much power you have, or think you have.
Given how long her hair is now, it’s probably been more than that. Possibly two or even three years. Still not enough to become unbeatable in any form of martial art, especially one that’s normally not even taught to humans. She’s still badass though.
Never Ever take time to taunt the enemy when you have lost sight of them for even a moment. The time you take to say something may well be the time you need to dodge.
That is one path, yes. But you must remember that humans do not have a cold soul flame like a servant or angel, but a WARM BLACK FLAME which lends itself to pummeling the enemy to dust. One blade can only be wielded without emotion, the other blade is the emotion itself.
If you find that you can no longer hold the first blade, it’s time to strike with the second.
Couple of thoughts come to mind, the words of the warrior-poets. I think it was Jagger the Undying that said something about not always gettin’ what you want, but what you need instead.
That, and O’Shea of the Western Sea, that one I remember. Check yourself before you wreck yourself, I think it goes. She’d do well to remember all’a that, wise words and such.
Does KILLBOSS want to kill his bosses? Is he a boss that’s challenging others to kill him? Does he consider his enemies boss monsters? Could the phrase mean something else?
Did anyone else notice the cute heart in between Kill and Boss on the back of his jacket?
It can’t possibly be a heart. I see no aorta, no pulmonary vein, no cardiac muscle at all. There’s not even a few ventricles. If a demon such a this one was going to wear a heart upon their glorious jacket, it would surely be a real one, kept beating in agony through black arts conducted in deep shadows and deeper sins.
Or at least that’s how I’ve always done it. You could also do it in a sunlit plaza with accompanying mariachi band, but that feels a little disrespectful. Especially with the feather boas. There are a few things in this long undeath that I regret even now.
You speak with an external martial arts mindset. Her target was obviously the sacral meridian. Tied to the emotions, it is oft undervalued and thus less protected: perfect for unbalancing a foe.
See, now I kind of want to see super supportive boss mook in something. All constructive criticism in a non-mocking way, “That was a pretty good hit, I can tell you’ve been working really hard on it.”, “You’ve got to put your back and hips into it.”.
Normally I would douse my beautiful hair in molten platinum and throw a divine hissy fit in the name of Mammon, but you present a compelling argument, good sir. I will concede that pride is not an inferior sin.
Actually, there is the telltale energy burst around her head where the Killboss’s foot is hitting her face, similar to the burst of energy that seemed to block the blade that almost hit her eye, you may be onto something!
Our scribe usually manages a few a week, depending on how long it takes for him to draw the backgrounds. If there’s a hiatus, it’s either because something awesome is coming or Life is intervening. Which is why artists are better off being Undead; then the only life that intervenes tends to be carrying pitchforks and who makes those these days?
707 Suffers Many Needlesz Deaths and Reincarnations
Such a kick, if delivered well, should kill nearly all people, tough as they may claim to be.
I’m pretty sure it would have been fatal to untrained Allison a year ago.
It’s not a real Ultra Kung-fu fight unless someone goes flying 10 meters and leaves a crater in the wall. Hopefully, this kick will be enough to get that job done so the party can start in earnest.
METALHEAD DEMON RAID BOSS YES. I would cosplay this if I wouldn’t have to spend the entire time explaining the extremely specific and obscure reference. Maybe I’l just try to make a KILL BOSS patch for my leather jacket.
“When I was a boy I was sent here for schooling to contemplate the piece of YISUN that was eternity, but I find that I am at the end of my age, and I see here that I am a dumb fool to have looked so hard.
I have wandered in the words every leather satanary.
I have heard every holy word in every religion’s every song.
I have pondered legal script in a thousand worlds,
I have scrolled libraries of diaries, journals, and tomes of tragedy,
And I have memorized every children’s poem and riddle.
I am older than my kind has ever been before, and soon I will be no older, having done more and greater things than all my kind can know. I am trained for wisdom. I am a teacher of trillions; but I found my answer late, and it is no comfort to me now.
I am wanting and unfit to call myself wise. I know nothing important, and nothing I have made will last forever. With all I’ve ever studied, this is all I know…
“Nothing, will last forever.”
When I die,
Don’t bury me in stone.
It is ignorant to think that stone is strong enough to hold my death, when stones can be smashed and cut by weather or time. It is as temporary as I am, and I don’t want my body kept in darkness.
Let my flesh sour.
Let my bones yellow, brown, and blacken.
Let me spoil in the sun until I am rotted away.
Dead even so, may I be enlightened by its glow,
Because Hope dies when I die, but Failure will last forever.
WORTHY OPPONENT, YAAASSSSSS
MY BODY IS HONED AND READY TO WITNESS THIS CLASH.
GLORY TO THEM THAT SEEK THE ABSOLUTE SLOBBERKNOCKER.
ROWDY FIGHT BOYS LOOKIN’ FOR A GOOD PUNCH EM UP
now my bottom teeth are all where my top teeth used to be — i mean —
nah mah bobbom teff ah ahh weh mah thap teef yuth tah beh
tasty little ruiner reference
IT MADE ME VERY HAPPY
Not his Queen.
Yet.
Yet.
Jet.
Set.
RADIO
CONNECTION.
Still works, ’cause you know. Hit connected.
IS EXTREMELY OVER-RATED!! *ducks*
Hrmm… I’m reminded a bit of The Frantics and Ed Gruberman…
Ed Gruberman: “All right! Finally some action!”
Teacher: “Observe closely, class. Boot to the Head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Owww! You booted me in the head!”
…
Ed Gruberman: “Hey! Hey, I wasn’t ready! Come and get me now shorty, huh? Come on, are ya chicken?”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Oww! Okay, now I’m ready, okay, now, come on, try it now.”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Mind if I just lie down here for a minute?”
It’s nice to encounter a fellow fan of the classics.
Waaaa waaaa!
Seems like demons have a bit of a thing for writing profound statements about themselves on their garments.
Oscar’s lot had [EVIL] written on their jackets, and who could forget Oscar’s own fabulous jacket with BAD MAN on it, and his puffy trousers with {evil} on them.
Wonder what other demons we might see later.
It’s the same sort of impulse that drives humans on our world to wear t-shirts with slogans on them. Demons want to make sure their very style makes a statement about who they are and what they’re about.
Admittedly, some are more subtle about that message than others. Some weave symbolic meaning into their designs. Others just write “EVIL” on their pants.
As a philosopher once said, “there are no wrong ways to dress, only effective or ineffective”.
Ironically, this’s led to a huge spike in the popularity of Supreme-branded clothes way down in the way, way down.
The jackets of the greatest devils are invariably sewn by the legendary four fingered seamstress, dark sorceress, and notorious devil liquor addict Imperfect Tiger from Painkiller Alley in the Shades district. Devils seeking such a garment must petition the seamstress with spirits made from countless other devils, and risk her legendary foul temper, biting criticisms, and sexually charged rambling.
Rumor has it that H I M S E L F has commissioned a well cut business suit from Imperfect Tiger, paid for with devil liquor distilled from H I S jailers in the Heretic’s Court, to be delivered upon H I S inevitable escape.
What master, in their right mind, and considering their own self-preservation, teaches a deamon martial arts?
You can learn much by being silent and watching closely.
One that wants to avoid being shown their only daughter’s still beating heart at least another day longer.
And this is but one of myriad motivations that can be brought to bare on those with a lesser grasp of the seven syllables of royalty.
As Masked Mannerism eloquently put, the trick is make sure the master isn’t in his right mind.
Masters in their right mind and concerned with self-preservation do not deal with demons in the first place.
You presume that a devil would never choose to deal with YOU.
Get them Puppy.
We were never friends.
Urging on your adversary is just inviting them to make a mistake.
I love the fact that Allison has grown more ballsy since the first book.
And here I was, thinking Oscar’s BAD MAN coat was the height of demonic fashion. One of these days, AL-YIS-UN’s gonna run into a devil with a wallet that just say Bad Motherfucker and regret it when she does.
Or a simple belt buckle that says “BAMF” on it.
Yep, this is exactly what I expected. A lesson in humility. A year of training does not in fact make you hot shit, no matter how much power you have, or think you have.
WHAT ABOUT ALL THE TRAINING MONTAGES I’VE SEEN IN MOVIES THOUGH
We haven’t seen a montage though…
…yet.
Look around you. This is the training montage.
Given how long her hair is now, it’s probably been more than that. Possibly two or even three years. Still not enough to become unbeatable in any form of martial art, especially one that’s normally not even taught to humans. She’s still badass though.
Never Ever take time to taunt the enemy when you have lost sight of them for even a moment. The time you take to say something may well be the time you need to dodge.
I see this devil learned from the “Ride To Hell: Retribution” school of martial arts.
All kicks, baby!
>All kicks, baby!
Fitting then that White Chain was AL-YIS-UN’s master (https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/seeker-of-thrones-7-79/).
There is more emotion in her empty palm this time.
She must control her emotions, lest they lead her to downfall.
Breathe deep, seek peace.
You speak the words of a practiced healer. Have you walked the path of synthesis?
That is one path, yes. But you must remember that humans do not have a cold soul flame like a servant or angel, but a WARM BLACK FLAME which lends itself to pummeling the enemy to dust. One blade can only be wielded without emotion, the other blade is the emotion itself.
If you find that you can no longer hold the first blade, it’s time to strike with the second.
KILLBOSS
Blood and Floss
Cut off their heads and away them toss
Punch them into red meat moss
Devil looming, do not cross
Leisure kicks lead to tooth loss
Girl with power, future boss
Regretably, ain’t no Zoss
C R U N C H
R
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C
H
C R U N C H
R E T O R T
U T M O S T
N O O S E P
C R S E W S
H T T P S :
This is actually really hard and I give up.
It’s ok, we appreciate that you tried
jesus christ
crunch
remora
umbral
norite
crates
halest
another in many
CRUNCH
Really
Understates (the)
Noise
Created
Here
“What are you going to do, stab me?” – quote from man before he was stabbed
Couple of thoughts come to mind, the words of the warrior-poets. I think it was Jagger the Undying that said something about not always gettin’ what you want, but what you need instead.
That, and O’Shea of the Western Sea, that one I remember. Check yourself before you wreck yourself, I think it goes. She’d do well to remember all’a that, wise words and such.
She invited him to try again.
He tried again.
He succeeded.
BOOT TO THE HEAD!
Excuse me I would like to speak to the KILL BOSS
Does KILLBOSS want to kill his bosses? Is he a boss that’s challenging others to kill him? Does he consider his enemies boss monsters? Could the phrase mean something else?
Did anyone else notice the cute heart in between Kill and Boss on the back of his jacket?
I interpreted it saying that they are boss at killing.
That little heart is great, thought it might not actually be a heart.
It can’t possibly be a heart. I see no aorta, no pulmonary vein, no cardiac muscle at all. There’s not even a few ventricles. If a demon such a this one was going to wear a heart upon their glorious jacket, it would surely be a real one, kept beating in agony through black arts conducted in deep shadows and deeper sins.
Or at least that’s how I’ve always done it. You could also do it in a sunlit plaza with accompanying mariachi band, but that feels a little disrespectful. Especially with the feather boas. There are a few things in this long undeath that I regret even now.
That’s a nice boot in your face, where did you get it?
He’s L A N K Y.
It’s well known that one should never present a challenge one is not prepared to see met.
“Okay.”
This fight is pure anime shit and I love it
Well Al-yisun, he tried it again.
OH MY GOD IS THIS EFFAY WYGEEO?
More people need to look at this comment.
That first punch was a couple of inches too high to be fully effective. Is our warrior-queen still squeamish?
You speak with an external martial arts mindset. Her target was obviously the sacral meridian. Tied to the emotions, it is oft undervalued and thus less protected: perfect for unbalancing a foe.
It didn’t look like she was trying to unbalance the demon. Indeed, it looks like she was going for “vaporized in a single punch” with that strike.
“As you wish.”
Beat higher mountains to ascend to higher peaks. Theres no glory in climbing the same hill over and over again
TALK SHIT: GET HIT
He tried it again, Alice.
It was much more successful.
See, now I kind of want to see super supportive boss mook in something. All constructive criticism in a non-mocking way, “That was a pretty good hit, I can tell you’ve been working really hard on it.”, “You’ve got to put your back and hips into it.”.
Pride is a far inferior sin to Greed.
That is preposterous, Pride is the most exalted of all sins!
Normally I would douse my beautiful hair in molten platinum and throw a divine hissy fit in the name of Mammon, but you present a compelling argument, good sir. I will concede that pride is not an inferior sin.
No fair, he used the other foot!
Screen printing shops in Throne must get some very interesting custom orders.
I love the extra long leg when he kicks. Nice action on this page.
I wonder if Alison is going to defeat him by gouging out his brain through his breathing valves with her thumbs.
Horny Boi kicks.
No ascension is complete without worthy challenges.
BOOT TO THE FACE
“But if you’re gonna dine with them cannibals,
Sooner or later, darling, your’e gonna get eaten.” –Nick Cave
Hey, nice usernick. Haven’t seen that one for many a year.
My, what long legs you have!
I’m going against the grain and expecting the demon to have a broken leg now, thanks to hitting someone who knows Head of John.
Actually, there is the telltale energy burst around her head where the Killboss’s foot is hitting her face, similar to the burst of energy that seemed to block the blade that almost hit her eye, you may be onto something!
there’s a tree with a limb
left flailing in the wind
as the leaves have fallen thin
KILL
BOSS
Looks like Nathan Explosion.
T E K K E N
‘Try that again, @sshole’? Almost like she’s angry that he tried to fight back, but what did she expect?
oof ouch owie my face
I’m still thinking it’s an ebon demon: red demons are only third from the top in power levels, and ebon demons can have red horns, and tend towards hairyness. https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/wielder-of-names-1-18/
So much speed in these images. Woosh!
Just binged this entire series in a three hour long marathon. How long am I going to have to spam refresh on this site before a new page is uploaded?
Well Boy, we first have to travel to a mountain with your mother’s ashes.
Just as long as you let me keep mimir’s head
Our scribe usually manages a few a week, depending on how long it takes for him to draw the backgrounds. If there’s a hiatus, it’s either because something awesome is coming or Life is intervening. Which is why artists are better off being Undead; then the only life that intervenes tends to be carrying pitchforks and who makes those these days?
Updates are usually Tuesday and Friday nights, unless Real Life interferes.
Thing is, she can take a knife to the eye, and the knife is what breaks. The hell is kicking her in the head going to do?
Not much, but how should Killboss know that?
Such a kick, if delivered well, should kill nearly all people, tough as they may claim to be.
I’m pretty sure it would have been fatal to untrained Allison a year ago.
The Devil probably knows Ultra Kung-fu like Al-yisun!
It’s not a real Ultra Kung-fu fight unless someone goes flying 10 meters and leaves a crater in the wall. Hopefully, this kick will be enough to get that job done so the party can start in earnest.
I stand by my earlier assertion, I still think that demon is still very attractive. Maybe even more so, now. Such long legs *o*
METALHEAD DEMON RAID BOSS YES. I would cosplay this if I wouldn’t have to spend the entire time explaining the extremely specific and obscure reference. Maybe I’l just try to make a KILL BOSS patch for my leather jacket.
“When I was a boy I was sent here for schooling to contemplate the piece of YISUN that was eternity, but I find that I am at the end of my age, and I see here that I am a dumb fool to have looked so hard.
I have wandered in the words every leather satanary.
I have heard every holy word in every religion’s every song.
I have pondered legal script in a thousand worlds,
I have scrolled libraries of diaries, journals, and tomes of tragedy,
And I have memorized every children’s poem and riddle.
I am older than my kind has ever been before, and soon I will be no older, having done more and greater things than all my kind can know. I am trained for wisdom. I am a teacher of trillions; but I found my answer late, and it is no comfort to me now.
I am wanting and unfit to call myself wise. I know nothing important, and nothing I have made will last forever. With all I’ve ever studied, this is all I know…
“Nothing, will last forever.”
When I die,
Don’t bury me in stone.
It is ignorant to think that stone is strong enough to hold my death, when stones can be smashed and cut by weather or time. It is as temporary as I am, and I don’t want my body kept in darkness.
Let my flesh sour.
Let my bones yellow, brown, and blacken.
Let me spoil in the sun until I am rotted away.
Dead even so, may I be enlightened by its glow,
Because Hope dies when I die, but Failure will last forever.
YISUN’S eternity will be found on my grave.”
Anom CXII, Twlefth Student of Bagoret – FBC, 50
So that’s what happened to the Bean Bandit.