A Wish to Grab Happiness

Mastiguios' thick fingertips grab Junelba's neck. The figure of the poisonous bird is so large that even he of the giant body cannot be gripped yet.

If it is to give the most striking difference between demonization and man, it is the body. Inequality as a fundamental organism. No matter how human adventurers and military personnel train, they are no match for demonic physical abilities.

What bridged the difference? Arms are one answer, but not perfect. They were created by humans to fight demonization, but they did not triumph.

There is only one thing that humanity has won.

- Dignity to the weak. Bless the hungry people.

The magic practiced by the human hero Altia is the root of mankind's hegemony. Then magic is to kill demons.

That's what Mastigious believed that he was born as a magician to kill demons here and now.

Mastiguios fed his fingers into Junelba's neck, and that's how he opened his mouth. If the magic breaks even for a moment, the poison erodes the mastigious.

But the magic is still endless. Anyway, there were hundreds of magicians here.

They were broken hearts by demons, and they could not fight alive. The magic is now with Mastigious as a brave man.

To entrust one's magic to another is close to spitting blood to its limits. Take all that, pour all that in.

"- Let me show you the mystery we have built up. Demon Junelba"

The end of it all was in this man's hands.

While the more surprisingly moderate it is compared to a thunderous storm. Strange silence and blanks flowed between the two.

A distracting and lasting moment until Junelba spreads its wings on the interception again and Mastigious exhales.

Lose the sound, wonders, people and demons forgot to breathe. There is only one zero voice.

"-" Transformation ""

Magic running and the sound of something being able to play.

Moment after moment, the partner's blood polluted the space.

The blood in the body drops zero and splashes as if it were backflow.

White is transformed into red and exposed to sunlight for the first time in a long time. Beautiful blood quickly became black if it was zero in the soil.

The sight of blood continuing to spit out. That was too unusual. Only the colour of blood had made this known as reality.

Junelba thinks as he looks at the mastigious spitting red out of his mouth. After all, he said he was the limit.

All that magic clearly didn't belong to a human being alone, but something that brought in a few magic powers. Just being able to accept multiple magic is out of standard, but if you release it from your body, your body is set to be shocked and scratched for that matter.

Even if there was a lot of water, the pipes to spit it out were constant.

Still, Junelba opened his lid that this man, Mastigious, had become. The sun is dazzling by the odd.

What's in my chest was my first respect in a long time. From the heart Junelba respected him. I think so.

"Kuha, I see. I'll do it."

- Really, humans are stronger. That's how Junelba felt with his vision buried in bright red with blood.

Again, red is thrown out of Junelba's entire body. From the eyes, from the mouth, every blood vessel even seemed against his will.

Mastigious saw Junelba fluttering on the spot, wiping his blood. A poisonous bird body painted red is letting him know what happened.

With a tired grin on his cheek, Mastigious wrapped the thunderlight around his arm again.

There's only one thing Mastigious did. The mystery of La-Borgograd.

Transformation of the body.

One of the contraindications to creating another person's body. A magician wouldn't touch it if he knew. At any rate, not just the other person's body, but his own body could be involved and collapsed.

But I already knew in the battle ahead that the demon wouldn't hurt me so easily. Neither the iron of the sword nor the flames of sorcery make sense to them.

Then you were only excused from treading the same way. So Mastigious stopped trying to hurt him. However, it would be nice if it could be replaced as you wish. Even if he dies.

As a result, Mastiguios transformed some of Junelba's organs into something neither iron nor charcoal could tell by the magic of blood paint.

That's all if I tell you, but organs must always be food for life beyond being organisms.

I lost my heart with the great demon Vrilligant, but I fell asleep. Then there is no easy way to stand with a demon and lose that organ.

Sand scatters at Junelba's feet.

"Oh... you're stronger now. Humans. I can't believe it. But I just have to believe it."

Junelba sat on his knees on the spot the moment Mastigious shook up his arm to emit thunder. Don't fall in painfully or distract yourself.

Junelba is still alive, as it should be, even though he was undoubtedly subjected to some kind of fatality.

"- Let's admit it, man. You're strong. To be honest, I'm desperate right now. I'll kill you desperately."

Pompous and Junelba said, his voice echoed as he responded.

- Get down!

Moments, Mastigious's vision was marked by a buddy poison burst and a sandstorm. Sand eats the eroding poison, then the poison beats the sand down violently. It was the sight of hell, spoken of in the midst of the sea.

Junelba's fierce voice crawls through his spine as Mastigious retreats a few steps as he is bounced by a sandstorm.

"Holy crap... oh... oh, some guys look familiar. You still do human dogs and cancer, you demon-eyed bastard! You're just as good at getting in my way as ever. Ah!

Ahead of Junelba's vision. The poison and sand begin to clear up a little bit, and his appearance becomes dewy. Probably asking for a gap, the Warcraft Eye Beast, Doha Sura, looked down at the poisonous bird from above the nearly decaying roof.

He still looks like a child, but his unusual eyes and the angles on his skull indicate that he is demonic.

"I'm a human dog, you're a Vrilligant dog. I'd like to talk to someone who's better anyway. That's what living is all about - hey, General."

Without diverting his gaze from Junelba, Doha Sura said to Mastiguios. The voice contains a certain respect.

Doha Sura herself, no longer expected mankind to imitate the demons to kneel - no, not even close to killing them.

Perhaps Altia, the ancestor of sorcery, must not have been willing to raise humans this far. That's why Doha Sura saw Mastigios only for a moment.

What if Altia's "dominion" extends to all of this world? I'm sure he's just not allowed to live. Whether they carry some role or die.

Soon it will be. So now, Doha Sura wanted to see Mastigious, who is just a human being.

"Don't stop me, you. I can kill you in a second. A piece of skin."

The voice of Mastigious was like a manifestation of bravery. He shows blood in his mouth, and his body lifts up a tremendous stream of magic.

Still, he was running out of machines to kill demons. Excellent and human.

"... yeah, let's kill him. Just be careful."

But it didn't taste good. Toxic Junelba is too much of a drama for humans. That looks like he's dying, and from there he shows his surroundings eaten up. He was bound to have his wife's hand hidden.

Other than that, there is little reason to give the present Doha Surah to mankind. Still, I don't like being liked and done with demons seem to recall once upon a time. Besides, I couldn't have Vrilligant wake me up.

So all Junelba's thoughts must be killed. On this occasion, without skin completeness.

If Rugis can't move, he has to get himself out and move the field. If you mess him up so much that he has to move, that heavy hips will rise as well.

Fuji and Doha Sura look around. Shadrapt was supposed to use his powers too, multiplied by the sandstorm caused by Doha Sura, if it was meant to be. But you missed the desk, as if you didn't see it.

No, on the contrary, I don't even feel a sign of Shadrapt's magic as far as I can see with my demonic eye. With her eyes narrowed, Doha Sura looks backwards.

Shadrapt was letting that red hair bounce as if to hide on Rugis' back.

- Let's not trust you with that.

Doha Sura turned away from Shadrapt with a wrinkle between her eyebrows.