A Wish to Grab Happiness

Purple electricity rushes and scatters black red. For a moment I wonder if time has even stopped.

Twist your limitless barbaric voice out of your throat and wave your arms. The pain was no longer there, only one sensation was gripped.

Demon. Controller Drigman. The heart, the nucleus of the demon - has been slaughtered deadly. Only that certainty is at hand.

Dude's blood defiles the throne. Bouncing. The flying heart crawled through the earth spitting blood like it was funny.

Keep an eye out. A different sight was spreading in front of me.

Drigman's body no longer regenerates as before. The only time he's immortal is when he's letting his feet touch the ground. The area where the heart was, it is as if it had been painted black.

My eyelids are paralyzed. Still unrealistic, he had unknowingly opened his lips. Severe breaths leak from between your teeth.

Finished. I killed him with this. Let the tough demon horn that Helt-Stanley once killed crush here and now.

Oh, finally. It was the moment my chest whined about the emotions interwoven with such relief and suspicion.

"- I understand. I felt it."

A loud chill runs through my spine in a voice that touches my ear. The muscles supporting his entire body were leaking war. If intuition existed in this world, I felt it.

I die here. Such a clear and inevitable absolute imagination.

It was really weird. At the end of his gaze, Drigman is distorting his eyes as he drips blood on its cheeks. So much so that fatalities are no longer spared.

Even so, there was a terrible amount of demon drifting from that look. That's the calorie in humans and beyond. Drigman's lips moved and his eyes spoke.

"You were tiny and not enough to take. So you are no longer our definitive enemies... let's admit, you are not livestock. Now we are enemies with this time."

"... right. I don't care if you stay alert."

Is it also a reward to be an enemy, moving your lips instead of your immobile body, every time something creepy licked your cheeks.

Unusual pressure, and severe palpitations don't stop till hours. I didn't even try to move my legs or tingle. It seems like a miracle in itself that you are no longer lying down.

Drigman crushes the giant tree in which he wears it with both arms, putting his feet on the earth. But the heart stays hungry. What is lost in the sky will not return to try to set foot on the earth again. So definitely this guy should die here.

But by the strange, Drigman was quiet. Not to be exasperated or upset. I showed silence with no waves, and that's how I opened my hands.

"- Rugis. Honorable enemy. I salute you and show you the spirit. What does controlling distance mean? My gaze, my power, that once ran the world."

Both eyes of the demon were piercing my body as I ran my blood. The throats, the wars cover up. I opened something that couldn't be opened. Such a strange certainty was in my chest.

Oh, still. I'm going to die here today.

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Drigman understood that his death was just around the corner. Dependent bodies will no longer lose their nuclei, and again they will fall asleep for a long time. I don't know what time it will be. I may never open my eyes again.

That's why I had something to do. I have a mission to fulfill.

For a moment, Drigman looks narrowly at the man in front of him.

Only its ferocious eyes still look toward this side without diminishing their will, though they will no longer be able to move. Drigman tightened his lips wondering if this was his mystery.

Though seemingly crude and wild like a beast. There's just no way that I can take away the demon's heart.

Even trample his own death. He's here. He stands now, sharpening his spirit, doing all that is evil and treacherous to the flesh, transcending what is inherently insurmountable. Drigman understood them well in two encounters.

It is honorable in demons and in men. Drigman thinks he is still not a member of Altia's family. This cannot be the case with that family member.

Thus, Drigman decided in his heart that that was why he had to kill here. If you are not a livestock, but a menacing enemy. Whatever you sacrifice, you can kill it.

Stretch the demon all over your body and allow it to start. A magical mechanism that was originally conceived for the spiritual god Zebrellis.

A miracle to create a virtual shrine by spreading fantasies around this king's capital. Drigman takes into his own hands all the mechanisms he created for the ritual of reclaiming a part of the right world.

I have to. It is above all in the Lord's service to remove this threat and both humans. Yes, Drigman believed.

The magic that continues to be supplied extends Drigman's life, and that's how he gets his divine mind back once and for all now. Original and its powers as indicated by the two names of the controller.

"Grant permission in the demonic name. Expel a man, a man, from the earth. Only if they are enemies of all demons."

- The original dictionary, "Universal Control"

There is no such thing as the concept of distance in Drigman. There's no way that a substitute for just packing an intermission is that mystery anymore.

When he was once the devil's controller, all that vision was in his hands. Vision ran the world and there was nothing I could not grasp or anything else.

Never again will we take it away, and the scriptures that swore the people when they lost their motherland. His power, seemingly timid, is his mystery.

Wave your arms. The power that once gripped all of my sight resided at my fingertips.

He will wield all the people of the land to perish. Something to shake and crumble the earth and awaken a world that is spiralling. More magic than the world once was, and this place becomes an uninhabitable demon kingdom.

The original of Drigman makes it possible. For him, everything in sight is his domain. Even if it's still incomplete, it's easy enough to crumble the area around the Wang Capital.

They autonomously expand their own territory and eat the world. That way I will eventually cover up everything in the world.

Its power source, what serves as the furnace, is Drigman's own source. He decided he needed it to this time now, and he was ready to do so.

Humans are no longer an insulting enemy. Then no more means will be chosen. For our beloved cattle are gone.

- For the spiritual god Zebrellis, and so for all his demonization. Wedge into the human world here.

The moment Drigman decided it in his chest, the roar rang. The lid collapsed and the sky sounded as if it had fallen asleep.

between the thrones, which were majestic colors. The beautifully decorated ceiling collapses as it gives rise to a splash.

Thus, next, the rain of light poured down. Heavy rain on the hotline that I even think is divine to erase everything there is and eat the roots.

Its source is one woman who brightens her white eyes while dyeing her hair tips red. With black eyes beside her, she says.

"It hasn't changed for hundreds of years. Yeah, you, me. That's why I'm not talking to you. We don't understand each other anyway, and if we don't, we don't. Even if I can imagine why you came to me, I'm just as unacceptable. So, Drigman. Let's not have another word."

- Destroy it here. It would be merciful, me.

Thus the jewel Ba-Agatos let the rain rain fall. Take care not to leave anything behind.

The intertwined appearance of the demon and light was just like the resurgence of mythology.