In the land of Valhalla and on the border of the continent of Meermil, the Demons and the Beasts were making a stare at each other.

The Demons invade the Meermill continent, and the Beasts were about to cross spears on the dying earth to counter it.

"Hyahahaha! We talked about you sleeping sick, but if you look straight at it, you look out for it. How are you! Mr. Beast King!

"Huh, don't look at me sweetly. I twisted him down because of illness. Besides, there's no way I'm standing in a war like this.

The two men in the front row of each army, Gargand Sphinsys, king of the Beast Clan with Needs Fjord, who would serve as captain of the first unit of the Demon Army as the son of the present Demon King, had exchanged words before the spear.

Grim Hazard refrained beside his needs, but he doesn't pinch a single incision in that conversation.

The leader of this Demon Army is a need, and Grimm, the loser, has no say.

Also, the Beast King's explanation was mixed with falsehoods, but the Beast clan never represented it in his face.

For all the beasts understand that although the beast king's body is already debilitated, this thing must not be known and grown by the devils.

But the expression of the Beasts with such a backward circumstance is bright.

Because strong reinforcements are behind it this time.

"How can you afford to have a Beast King and a Demon King flirting around in a castle?

When the army of the Beasts suddenly broke into two, a glowing group emerged from between them.

"Ugh! That's right!

"Shenzhen!

"Carrot!

The group that suddenly appeared was the Spirit Clan.

With their whole bodies shining, they came before the Beast clan, spearheaded by Arias Farrar, the Spirit King.

And the Spirit King who floats the universe lands gently next to the Beast King.

"... Spirit King... you say? There have been rumors that you are in Meermill... why are you here now...?

Grimm, who had refrained behind his needs, was stunned to see the Spirit King.

But when the need turns a sharp gaze, Grimm is silenced again, and his expression is retightened.

But Grimm was confused inside.

Because although the Spirit King could not grasp his location, he was making a high point that he would not be an obstacle to the invasion of Meermill because he had never appeared before.

But if the Spirit King and the soldiers of the Spirit Clan who follow him are to gather here and side with the Beast Clan, Grimm thinks that the victory of our Demon Clan is also at stake, and he is made to want to tongue.

"It was a little too much, you guys. If we're going to do any more dirty deeds on Meermill's land, we're not going to shut up, are we?

"Keh! So what's up, baba! We don't freak out when there's two more of us!

"Well, baba...... well, fine. If you want to die so badly, take it. Gittan, I'll make you Gittan."

Seeing a new enemy called the Spirit Clan, needs provoke without pulling a step.

The Spirit King, who received it, set up a thin blue muscle on his temples, and began to make calls, smiling at his needs.

"... Ha! Premium! Hey, Yarrow! I've crossed some extra monkeys, but I don't mind! The guy with the teeth is a killer!

"" "OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" "

Needs boiled the Demon Army under his own command by cutting off his heels.

Though he has a rough temper, he is more of a stomached demon than anyone else on such a battlefield.

Sometimes it is regarded as both barbaric and reckless, but the constant appearance of taking command at the forefront of the army had given demonic soldiers the courage comparable to the presence of the Beast King for the Beast clan.

"Don, it's bad that we're going to start watering the place down, but let's talk about it."

but one man suddenly appeared between such a warlike demon and beast tribe.

Though the man was dressed in outfits such as samurai, he had the untied appearance of giving himself a pure white western sword on his waist.

But when I saw such a man, almost everyone on this scene opened their eyes.

"... why didn't the Sword King come out... and fuck us if you're not going into Wolves!

"Hey Needs, you look as good as ever. Well, the truth is, I refrained from fighting between the Demons and the Beasts, but things just kind of changed."

"Things have changed, huh?

"I'm not the only one who's ever been here."

"What do you mean?"

Needs brings a question mark to mind in the wake of the words of Kengo, the sword king, a man who suddenly emerged from nowhere in the heart of the battlefield.

Then shortly afterwards, a human-like person sprang up from next door to Kengo.

"Apparently, you were stopped before the battle started in earnest. Though of a different race, the fact that there will be no dead is as much pleasure as being a faithful apostle of God."

"… Pope"

Needs looked at the man and muttered.

The next person to appear in Kengo was Mikhail Di Carlisle, called the 'Young Pope'.

The fact that he came here meant that the two highest forces of the people, the Sword King and the Pope, were aligned.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I never mind being turned into a battlefield. Because it's easier to accumulate negative vitality."

"... who"

And then the girl showed up.

But the eyes of the needy who saw the girl were cold.

The courage to speak plainly on this scene of a murderous battlefield may be admirable, but I had no idea who the girl was for my needs, or for the Demons and Beasts.

Sometimes they appeared next to the Sword King and the Pope, and they almost all fell into the mood of eating shoulder watermarks.

"Khaaaaaa! Crawl ooh! Long time no see!!!

"Mm, hi, long time no see - guh!? Stop it! Stop rubbing your chest all of a sudden, Arias! Hey, ah, ah!

…………

Moreover, the girl had been attacked by the Spirit King and had begun to be assembled on the ground and rubbed in the chest.

While the demons and beasts who saw it are taken in disquiet, some powerful people recall the existence of the eight great kings, the Necromancer King, when they hear the name 'Crail'.

The Beast King, his needs, and Grimm came to mind the possibility that he was a clair dis cabaret located at the end of the Eight Kings, where the legacy of the "Necromancer King" was no longer few and his existence had become suspicious.

"Oh good wow... Crail, after hundreds of years your cuteness is the best in the world!

"Wow, ok, ok, so stop... no, you can't put your hands in your clothes..."

…………

But seeing the girl being ravaged by the Spirit King, the Needs begin to have a strong suspicion: 'Is this really the Necromancer King?'

The same is true of the Spirit King, who suddenly ran bizarre, but there was no majesty or anything about the appearance of Krall, who kept getting his chest rubbed with tears.

"Uh... can you do that later?

A voice claiming those two rose from the mouth of the boy who came out next to Krall.

Also, the moment I saw the boy, Grimm would come forward and scream.

"Build Error"! You're in our way again!

"Grimm... well yes. I'm here to get in your way."

The boy called "Build Error," Singh gently returns his words in response to angry Grimm remarks.

"I know how you guys are at war, but he's in this world because I don't like you guys fighting."

"What? Who the hell is that about! Who are you to do this to?

"Come on? I can't tell you that."

"Gu...... you -"

"Shut the fuck up, Grimm. Who are you saying no to?

Needs interrupted the conversation between Build Error and Grimm.

Needs turns a murderous glance at Grimm, who begins to speak at will.

"... so? From what I just said, huh? Are you telling me you got bogged down by such a fucking busy kid? Ah!?"

"............ you're right"

"Kah! The name of" Lieutenant General Tekken "has also fallen to the ground...... the demon tribe's defilement!!!

"Gu!?

Needs pack an intermission with Grimm in an instant.

And I punched Grimm in the jaw with my fist and let him crush it.

"Enough, I won't take your life, so shut up."

…………

Grimm, attacked by Needs, quietly lowers back while holding his jaw by his hand.

When he saw it, Build Error raised his eyebrows and called out to his needs, even as he showered the gaze of the entire army.

"Surely Grimm wasn't a pretty high-ranking guy in the Demon Nation?

"It's nothing better because I'm better, Boquete! I'm the general of this army now!

"Heh, how could you be the Demon King?

"... Chicken. The Demon King is my father now."

"I see, is your father the Demon King? And you're with the nasty guy who wields his parents' glory."

"! Are you selling me a fight? Oh!?"

The Build Error was provoking needs.

I didn't feel comfortable with Build Error's need to fight myself and scorn the Grimm who recognized its power.

"Mr. Singh, keep it down"

"What do you do when you're willing to fight?

"Want to"

"Ever... bad, you did"

But Phil and Ceres, who were there beside him, and Builderror, who was preached to Gardia in the form of a beast, raised his voice to be heard by both the Devil and the Beast armies.

"Listen! O demons and beasts soldiers! You guys were forbidden to fight 400 years ago! Why are you guys starting a fight here? Answer me!"

"The reason we fight is because the Demons threaten the Meermill continent! Let the Demons ask that question!

"Then it looks like a demon general. You answer! Why are you invading the Meermill Continent?

"Hyahahaha! Because that's the will of the Demon King! If the Demon King says so, black monkeys are white too!

The Beast King and Needs answer the "Build Error" query.

The Build Error thus sees the need and continues to speak in a harsh tone.

"Then pull the army! General of the Demon Clan! Fighting here won't beat you! And know that you will never win on Meermill!

"I don't know why I came out of nowhere. I'm talking to you, Boquete! We have no intention of pulling back when you say you're on the side of the Beast Clan!

"Well... then there's no choice."

"Ah?"

Needs raises his doubts when he sees how Build Error has changed.

But then I saw the giant that emerged from behind Build Error. Now it was time for the needs to manifest their amazement.

"Hidden Fools. Dragon King Taru went straight out."

The moment the giant dragon of crimson appeared from a space of nothing, all the soldiers of the Demon, Beast, and Spirit tribes feared without exception.