A Wish to Grab Happiness

The sky collapses and falls to the ground.

To the extent that it seemed so, Kalia's swing was magnificent. The roof smashes and the sky screams as if it had been bitten off. The black scarlet, thus shaken up, waved as the eyes of silver showed.

- Crazy stuffy.

Demon Drigman. Its main body, of course, is a just shot aimed at its foot. He drew the orbit as I said.

Drigman does not know death as long as he has his legs on, because of its primitive nature. Everything on the earth supports him and prolongs his life. Even if it turns out to be a lump of meat, it will always survive.

Immortality. Some demons possessed more or less such qualities, but Drigman was special among them.

The immortality that every other demon possesses is only pseudo, and if the underlying magic or curse is lost, they die. You might as well call it a vicious regenerative ability rather than immortality, if you say so.

But Drigman's is different. He has no boundaries. The earth itself is his limit if you dare to define it. His immortality is lost when all the earth is dead. There's no way I can welcome that.

Besides, what's even more troublesome is that the most vicious regenerator doesn't possess any other heretical skills. Regenerating itself is a classic, and then there are things like power and human technology.

He's got other things to say besides regeneration. That's why we have two names, Controller, etc.

Therefore, the only way to kill Drigman is to crush the earth, drop his body into the sky, and do it with one breath. If I can do that, this one will be killed.

Kill here. Definitely kill. Definitely the enemy is better. But that happens all the time. Separating victory and defeat in a decisive setting is not the difference in power.

Differences in the amount of information determine wins and losses. Therefore, if this is only the moment, I believe we are outnumbered by demons.

Blackscarlet's sword flashes through the universe beautifully, and that's how he wears the ground with momentum. In a moment, the earth itself was scattered and crushed as if it had been struck by a giant body.

Powerful. That's exactly what crushing the ground looks like. What else does it look like? I can't describe it more than that, even if I overlap many words.

And the stone floor splattered its body, and the earth fell down, and made a great hole therein. That's not a metaphor. In fact, Kalia's blow choked off the floor.

Anyway, this is a barracks where soldiers come in and out frequently. Naturally, it's through the sewage. And the way to fix it.

If you crush a piece of stone slab, you'll be in the basement. Even if you know it well. This is where I used to work and step in again and again.

The ground was crushed the strut and its support was lost. If so, the devil's feet depart from the earth. The appearance was visible to my eyes.

Undisputed, winning opportunity.

Later, the magic of fialert just crushes that body that fell into the sky - that's the initial assumption. So I told them I had to put all the pieces on.

I tried to raise my voice to give a signal, moments. His face went into his eyes. That's it, I can see something creepy crawling through my spine.

His eyes were still staring at his surroundings. No agitation, no amazement. Why are you so calm?

Soon after such a question was resolved, the devil's palm was held small. A slight glimmer of light that I have seen can be seen in my vision. Blessed light, used by elves and fairy species.

So after a moment, it happened.

The moment the demon holds his hand, the earth, which should have been crushed, rises and gives it ambition. The crust shook its body up like it had forgotten once it had been crushed and raised its surroundings. That's what swallowed up some of the underground.

Then the earth protrudes and shows itself, dancing madly as Drigman's palms show. It's like I'm not trying to stop.

What the hell is that?

Out of the question, there is no exaggeration. There's more to it than just being stupid. It's out of common sense with Kalia's recent shooting, but this is as if it's out of context.

- In front of that demon, the earth is distorted. Soldiers play and fly.

The words I heard from Grandpa's deputy were ringing in my ear at this time. I didn't know what that meant, but did I? So it stayed the word. Makes me understand at the worst.

Was the earth not satisfied with mere distortion, or changed into giant trees while even the new trees sprouted and breathed.

They are as sharp as spears - wearing defenseless Kalia limbs floating in space. Silver eyes were opened, and blood was seen crawling through the earth.

Differences in the amount of information. The power of someone I don't know.

Tastes bad. Best, worst. Your lungs are compressed and your guts are crushed. I felt a heavy stone formed at the bottom of my gut. Failure, the word goes through the back of the brain.

What to do. What to do.

Now. He's completely unloaded himself on the earth already. There is no longer a strategy in this direction, and the other demons will soon regain their freedom.

All the initially painted surfaces were smashed and scattered. So much so that it can be described as unbroken.

My brain marrow roars at intense self-loathing and bites my teeth. Oh, don't die. I lost my bet. Then I'll have to die. But I don't care if I die, I don't care if I die.

Is there anything?

Bite your lips as you flutter your eyes. The black fog cleared and I could see beyond. Speaking of which, he told you to return the treasure. What is a treasure? What are you talking about? Something to do with Altius?

I have it, and that's how it relates to Artius. Mighty Treasure - Magic.

It was a sudden thought. In thought, a ring divided into two pieces emerges.

- It used to be called mystery and miracle. Things that even control people's will.

Reflectively, I do my hand on the chest. A magic tool that can even be put into the hands of people. What would it cause if it could fit into the devil's fingers? I don't even want to imagine. I wish it was too much of my thinking, but I'm intuitive that it's not.

I made sure of the feel of what was supposed to be there, with my indelible fingertips.

Something cold in my spine, crawls. Only one of the two pieces is found. My eyes cramp and my chest burns in agitation. At the same time, I heard voices.

"- Did you crush it? That's amazing."

When I gave him my face, one crack in the ring was in the hands of the demon now. When it was thrown into the hollow earlier, or somewhere else? I no longer cared about that process. There was just the fact that the worst substitute was in his hands.

The spit refluxes down my throat without a sound. I crawled my gaze around and leaked my exhale. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was breathing.

A demon moves one step closer to this direction. Tell me you're not sitting around anymore.

"I guess you have it. You should let it out. That way I won't crush it without darkness. There's plenty I want to hear."

Seems to say, and then the pressure not to say whether or not. I don't know if the words are sincere. But I knew perfectly well that it was as if it were something different from the voices emitted by humans.

I even feel like my soul itself is being grabbed by him with one word.

With trembling fingertips, slowly get your hands on your chest. I could see the black fog fading away.

Grab one crack of the remaining ring and take it out absurdly exhaling. As always, I don't feel a lot like it just because I put it in my sight.

That had a fever right now. Oh, I see. I wonder what you've been reacting to for a long time. I was reacting to my maker.

With the ring in front, I could see the demon's eyes slightly open. Grab the ring up and keep it that way.

- I threw a piece of the ring into my mouth, made a noise and swallowed it down.

Pull your cheeks up and open your mouth.

"I'm sorry, it's already gone. Hit the other one. You just have to find someone who will follow your word."

The demon man's arm rose and his palm opened. The eyes seem calm and the agitation and outrage are burning. Oh, good. Even though I'm a demon, I'm not losing everything or anything.

For a moment. The Devil's Eye caught me alone. He's only thinking about killing me, and he's shaking his arm up if he doesn't grab my skull. Only at this time, nothing else is in my eyes.

I wanted this moment. I see white hair swinging at the edge of my vision.

- The white rays pierced Drigman.

At the same time, he called out the name of my accomplice, who was supposed to be trying to take the opportunity.