Black Summoner

- demon king castle lowest floor/moon hall

Black eggs to be broken through. It was Bell's leg armor that crushed the mud chunk and came out of it. I can't wipe the feeling that it's going to break even now in a semi-destructed state, and it doesn't look any different than it did earlier. However, its colour, which was pure white, was stained with the same black as mud, and the pale winds flowing around it gave signs of evil.

"Ku... ah..."

When the egg completely collapses, the bell that leaks the groan shows up completely.

"Belle, you..."

"Gi, let's..."

Serra accidentally stopped her voice. A glimmer of sweat tells Serra's cheek.

Bell has degenerated into an evil being, no doubt because he has become the Demon King. The air full of malice, the red eyes that hate everything in this world, is full of anger and strongly luminescent. Speaking in appearance, I don't see any significant changes in Bell's appearance that have been transformed, except for the discoloration of the leg armor. Yes, they can't see.

- You're not healing.

With a worn, scratchy body, he crawls through his right leg so wounded that it's unnatural to be standing up. It equals no safe place. Her body is the opposite of the strength that resides in her eyes. Bell was terribly weak, as if he had forced him up with a manipulative thread.

"Se............"

I don't think a conversation will be established with Bell, who speaks a language that doesn't make sense. Still, Serra couldn't help but ask.

"Did you know this was going to happen? So you didn't use that black book the first time?

"... but"

Those who have become demons use their power to the fullest to bring the world to collapse. Earlier Demon King Gustav and Demon King Zell sought to suppress the world with absolute force and national power. And their own strength came with origami, enough to greatly satisfy the Kelvins and make them struggle. If Bell, the apostle of God, were to become the Demon King, it could be enough to be more terrifying than that. However, Bell became full of creation and defeat was confirmed, and then gradually demonized.

- I deliberately demonized myself by hand to make myself stop.

I have that idea on Serra's head. Then why did you bother being the Demon King? Even though it's my sister, it's about the person I killed with all my might just now. Now the question is endless. but all I could think of was that for Serra.

If you became the Demon King, you would have the unique skills of "Tendemon Wave Season". For example, as Zell the Demon King once did, all stats will have been strengthened by more than 1,000. No matter how Serra used Gordia, the prospect of being able to win alone dropped significantly, leaving no guarantee that she could beat the bell that did.

"Kefu......! is…………"

………

Also, blood bled out of Bell's mouth. Is the built-in done? Serra shuts up and stares at such a bell.

I don't know if you want to win or lose. I don't understand. What did Bell want to do until he became an apostle to Elearis? All those thoughts swirl in my mind. But I didn't have time to think relaxed.

"… J"

Bel Baal, the Demon King, has entered a state of war. I guess you saw Serra in your sight as your enemy. Lower your posture to the limit and stare at Serra as if she were a lion aiming for prey. An abominable dark breeze gathers out of the sole left leg.

"... yeah, I don't know. I guess I don't know. So I'll do what I think is right."

To hide the wounded right hand, Serra stands sideways in the form of a demon Red Fight (Blood Scrimidge) and a black gold demon (Alondite) in front of her left arm where she is safe. A huge palm was pointed at Bell, slowly opening his clenched fist and easily enveloping one person.

"- Come on!

"but ah...!

The roar goes off. The black wind that exploded at the bottom of the leg armor ran a crack at the corner of the moon hall, and even pushed the little bell's body forward at an unstoppable speed.

(Speed up!

The wind blowing from the soles of the legs has turned into the earliest black tornado. Definitely the fastest ever. However, at the price of this, the bones are swollen and blood is constantly seeping out of the wound. I don't mind my own body, I don't hate hanging loads at all. Bell's face, which could only read the emotions of anger, seemed to speak that way.

(Me and Bell, probably the limit in this collision. We have to finish this before the bell breaks!

Serra focuses the red fight generated by Gordia on her left arm. Then there was a change in the movement of the bell, which was approaching directly from the front.

"... Ha!

The tornado, which was an agile source of power, was unleashed on Serra with a side-paying kick. Even the lowest walls, which are more iron walls than the castle of the demon king, which is a fortress, are wrapped up and turned into rubble, and they are swept away together as weapons. Of course, this bottom layer is not safe, and the countdown to collapse begins.

"It doesn't matter!

With an open fist, he crushes the tornado from the tip. It's a joke-like tactic, no, you can't even call it tactics. Enough, just force moves. Serra was going to give me her own arm and she headed straight for Bell. It seems that this wind in black has also granted Bell tone infringement, and Gordia's fighting spirit is gradually diminishing. Still, Serra didn't stop moving on. Push away the debris that flows through the tornado and keep eating and breaking the wind.

- Eventually, Serra ate up Bell's tornado and was approaching it right in front of her.

"G...... a......"

From the tip of Bell's leg armor, a black-style sword pops out. Bleeding blood. The wind-cut Ethereal Sword (Gladius Aire) survived all of the innocent Blood Lady (Crimson Astraia), the Demon Red Fight (Bloodskrimidge), and the Black Gold Demon (Alondite) and pierced Serra's fist again.

At this moment the red fighting spirit disappears completely, as does the red armor that was covered. Even if you use blood stains on your sword, Serra's blood will blow you to the wind covering your leg armor, and you can't activate your abilities. As with attacking Bell himself, all that was left in this situation was his right arm, which could not help gripping his fist.

"Relationship, no!

Really? Serra pushed her pierced left hand further and moved forward. Fortunately, Bell, a handyman, never made any more attacks, but that's the only thing that makes me want to turn away from the widening wound. The only remaining black gold demon (Alondite) is also nearing its limit and the rift from the penetrated spot is spreading. Serra was walking down a path that seemed self-destructive.

But Serra arrived. The sword of the wind, the root of the Ethereal Sword of the wind cut (Gladius Aire). To the bell, the owner of the leg armor.

"It doesn't matter if Bell is an apostle or a demon king. Belle is my sister. If that's all I know, I 'm-"

Place your bloody right hand over Bell's head and gently stroke it.

"- Now it's just, 'Sleep.'"

At that moment Bell's consciousness breaks and the sword of the wind disappears. Serra could hold the bell that was about to fall, but she sat back. I can't help myself as I thought. You bled too much, there was a ton of blood buildup around Selah and Bell.

(... I'm a little sleepy, too)

Seeing the collapse of the lowest layer blurred with vain eyes, Serra held the bell tight.