Resurrection of Evil Dragon.
The awakening of the evil and outrageous Divine Dragon.
Its roar, which also trembles heaven, trembles the grass and the living creatures in the wild tremble with fear.
Little does anyone know evil dragons exist in this age.
Because the place was so tough that it was repelled by people, it's not even on record, and only very few people tell it to future generations. Even if it is left behind, it will just be portrayed as a demon who died before the hero Tan of the brave.
But he knows.
He awakened from hundreds of years of sealing, the Demon King - the Demon King.
Sitting in the demon king's realm as the roar of evil dragons echoed, he perceived the signs of evil dragons earlier than anyone else.
……!
"Have you done it? Demon King."
A samurai who had refrained beside him notices and talks about his anomaly as soon as possible.
When the demon king lays his hand on his forehead and leaks a smile, he turns to the samurai in a good mood.
"No, I miss a lot of dragon fluctuations."
"Dragon Wave, is it? So, Dragon...?"
"You're in this day and age, right? What the hell is it that's alive... no, the two of us? Interesting afternoon. This is his fault, too."
The demon king whining to himself.
Surprised at him like that, the samurai listens to the story.
From the day I took up my duties as a Demon King's maid, what I found out was that he unexpectedly valued interacting with others. His words attract the hearts of those who listen comfortably.
Few wanted to take on the troublesome position of being born scared or of being a Demon King's maid, but she was appointed to be a Demon King's maid of her own free will.
But I can't hide my perplexity in the words of the Demon King, who travels one rank above expectations.
"He should have already been tailored just like me before I was sealed. Be polite and leave your shape behind."
"Ha..."
"You have unstable powers. Did someone wake you up? Mixed with some impure magic. Either way it seems evoked and weakened in an incomplete way"
The demon king who closes his eyes and speaks so pleasantly.
Do you feel the waves and doings of a far away dragon, but as a samurai, the word dragon only comes pinned when it is said to be the waves of a dragon.
At any rate, the existence of dragons is hardly confirmed at present.
"Um, I ask you shallow. I'm not sure what the Demon King is talking about..."
"Evil Dragon. I was born with power alone. I'm supposed to spit."
"Evil Dragon..."
"He's a pain in the ass. A foolish creature who doesn't listen, doesn't think, follows only his own instincts, and renounces his intelligence to you who are endowed with wisdom by birth"
- I can't imagine.
I didn't even know there had been such a presence before, and the fact that its existence is about to wake up and rave around somewhere now is somewhere unrealistic.
"What's in his head is destruction and hatred, that's all. We were allowed to use it once, but in just one night, three countries turned to dust. You'll never be allowed to use that again."
"... that's horrible,"
It is not the norm for three countries to die overnight.
She herself knows some of the aggression carried out by the demon king before the seal, but still there was no operation that destroyed the country so far overnight.
"It's easy to use him. All we have to do is provide a place to destroy it. But if you plot to hold the reins, he'll bite right here. It's called a dragon, and it wields a power equal to God's. Even I'm a broken bone to kill off."
I just can't say I can't do it there. I still recognise this guy as out of standard.
But isn't the evil dragon that he called a broken bone harmful not only to humans, but to his demons?
"So it's dangerous to leave it alone in the wild...?"
"Don't worry. I told you, it's weakening. His power has fallen more dramatically than it did during the peak season. You're going to rot on your own without me having to put my hands down."
That's what the Demon King calls a terrible decay.
I know I'm not worried about fine dust from that look, but I'll put my hand on my jaw right away.
"But if they let you go wild, you'd be quite dead. Hundreds of years of sealing and bodily deterioration simplify the thought of the guy who was even brief. The impulse of destruction is more applausive, and the spearhead of hatred is directed towards those who seal themselves. Modern brave man - if he leaves a child, that blood relative. And two brave men summoned from the same world as him. No, if it's someone who smells close, he can be the object of his hatred."
"It's like..."
"Like a beast? Yes, the beast. No creature is more loyal to instinct, tough, arrogant, and meaningless in this world than he is. But on the contrary, there is no purer creature than him. I only despise him from the bottom of my heart, but I appreciate it all - that's why he should have died. I should have been stabbed by a brave man then."
"Isn't it the brave man who sealed it? He just couldn't take it down."
"Say stupid. That brave man can't possibly defeat the Evil Dragon. I didn't defeat him, I didn't defeat him."
"Huh...?"
I don't know why.
The samurai got a little confused. Just listening to the Demon King revealed that Evil Dragon is quite a nuisance. It would seem displeasing to humans.
And yet the brave man purposefully sealed the evil dragon that he should be able to defeat? What did you do that with the intention of saying it?
You perceived the samurai with her neck slightly tilted, he points himself to explain to her.
"You're just like me. He and I were brought to life in a different way."
"The Demon King is alive? To the brave, is that...?"
"To the brave, yes. I guess that's why I was sealed alive."
And, though it may be deserving of disrespect when it comes to it, the brave men also had power over the demon king, will they?
The brave men, whom both evil dragons and demon kings had laid down, with their hearts of warmth and compassion, punished them in the form of seals.
It would be normal to think so.
If that's a hit -,
"A brave man seems quite sweet."
I chose the word.
In all honesty, pity on the enemy, even though he is the Demon King, is foolish, because he thought so.
But did the Demon King anticipate her words, with a biting smile on his face?
"Kukukuku, sweet... right, sweet..."
"Demon King...?"
A samurai confused by him shaking her shoulders.
With a smile and a back in his seat, he speaks pleasantly to her standing beside him.
"What's your first name?"
"Huh...... And my name is Ciel."
"Then Ciel. Today you are my dedicated maid."
"... what?"
Sudden exclusive declaration.
Moreover, the exclusive of the Demon King, who stands at the apex of the Demon Nation.
She stiffens herself to talk about too much load for a wooden samurai, but the Demon King on the other hand cheeks in an upbeat mood.
"I don't have time for a demon king. I have nothing to do without someone to talk to. In that regard, you have an interesting reaction. For how many minutes, everyone here is too pure."
"That sounds like you're saying I'm not pure..."
"That's what I'm saying."
Even though I don't feel comfortable, but honored, the samurai, Ciel, bows deeply. The Demon King was much more thoughtful and ruinous than she had imagined.
●
All right, let's get out of here.
"Yeah, let's do that"
"Gwow."
Nair woke up as a zombie. We saw the evil dragon. Our judgment was quick.
Amako jumps onto Burlin's back instantly, and I turn back in charge of Mr. Alk, who is passing out.
Can you deal with him like that?
It's no use fighting, running, but winning.
"Hahaha!! Nea!! It's good to have worked so hard to zombie evil dragon and do it, but it was a failure!! You think you can catch me with such a big fat ass, Arho!! Pull cage!! Doziko wo!!"
"Hey...... Huh!?"
In the meantime, I'll stir it up instead of revenge until now.
Our purpose was fulfilled when we helped Mr. Alk. The villagers are still under her control, but conversely, they are considered safe because they are under her control.
Then you can leave the village now.
As I try to head toward the village to pick up the horse, I notice the variation in the surrounding wind.
"- Eh! The wind is behind...?"
I'm drawn in.
Looking back with a bad feeling, he looks like an evil dragon breathing heavily.
The dragon breathes heavily, that's all I have...!?
"Brulin, turn around!!"
He throws his voice at Burlin and stops, while at the same time seeing Evil Dragon so that he can cope with the attack from behind. Evil dragon's throat, which breathed air even this, swelled up tremendously, and purple smoke leaked out of the end of his mouth and throat wounds like a locomotive.
"If you're going to throw up, come... Huh!"
Waving the worst team clothes, thinking about the means to get rid of them, the evil dragon who stopped breathing air lifted his neck big -,
"- Eh!"
He spat out a large chunk of sky high and purple with a voiceless growl.
Me and Burlin rush to the ground. The spit chunk crossed our heads and fell into the woods behind us. Splashes like a hedron and a very heavy odor scattered around with the fall.
"Ya, you throw up braces and stuff because it's a dragon after all... kinda touching..."
What's so touching about me?
A brace to that extent is inevitable. Looking forward to regain charge of Mr. Alk and hurry ahead, the spot where the brace had fallen earlier is stunned into his eyes.
The trees that were growing until earlier wither away as you see them - is this rotting? And this smell...... whoa!!
"Shit, it's poison!!"
Slight dizziness and nausea. Press the mouth immediately to wrap the healing magic.
If you look next door, you've been poisoned. Amako with a bright blue face. Brulin still looks fine, but if he gets any closer to that hedro, he's in danger, too. Not to mention Mr. Alk, who is passing out.
"Amako, don't worry, heal now"
"... sorry"
Lift Amako from Burlin's back and work healing magic with Mr. Alk on his shoulder.
We need to get away from that evil dragon quickly - if we try to bypass him to try to move soon, the Hedro will fall ahead of him again, supposedly spit out by the evil dragon.
Then the hedro scattered to cover the perimeter of the building, leaving no escape.
"You're not going to let me get away with this...... Huh!!"
Hedro's been dropped to block our way.
Evil Dragon stopped spitting Hedro when I stopped, doubtfully narrowing its eyes. It's like fixing this one, and then you look down at me - like a mockery, like that.
I looked familiar to that eye.
He's got exactly the same eyes as the snake he fought in the Ringle Forest.
Enjoy the opponent and make it a supreme pleasure.
"Come on, get Usat!! hehe, haha!!"
That little girl doesn't know that, does she?
Put Amako on with Mr. Alk, who has finished treating Burlin's back, who is roaring next door, even though he is preoccupied with her telling him to capture me with an awesome smile.
And I'll put my hands on Burlin's body and hang the healing magic on you.
"Poison gas... protect us both away from our temper.... No, I really want you to give me a hand, but I can't leave you two alone."
"Usato......"
"Don't worry about Amako either. I'm just gonna hit him and see if I can take him down for now."
"Let's not beat him up and judge him first. Right?"
I didn't expect you to be gentle at a time like this.
Instead, it's a criterion for judging whether you can hit me or not.
That's a bad sign...... yeah.
Brulin snorts reluctantly at my words.
"Vuguwaaaaaa!!"
The Evil Dragon can't seem to wait.
If you look at that notebook, it's someone I'll never defeat.
But fighting this guy on the run is inevitable. If Mr. Alk was awake, he might have been able to burn that hedron off with flames, but now that he can't move, that's an impossible story.
"I'm scared..."
Jumps gently on the spot with a weak sound.
Fears like this have been around since that forest. That horrible snake that killed the Grand Grizzly was the first time I was more immature than I am now.
"Hit me first, then"
Changing enemies doesn't change what you do.
Even evil dragons are zombies now. I don't necessarily have the strength of the street in my notebook.
With such pale hope, he rushed out to Evil Dragon, who approached us with a growl.
The evil dragon is about fifteen meters in size, about four or five floors tall by analogy in the apartment.
Proceeding like crawling through the ground is like a slowness reminiscent of a beast, but in a zombied state, scratches are irrelevant.
Approaching the tip of Evil Dragon's eyes and nose, Evil Dragon waves his enlarged arm loudly.
"It's not just big -!"
I was swung away. I avoided it by lowering myself.
Due to the tremendous wind pressure, I will be able to take a direct hit as much as I want.
Instead, you might want to think that this guy's attack has an almost lethal power over ordinary humans.
"Vvgggggggggggggg!!"
"That's a disgusting voice..."
The bug shreds something and reluctantles his expression on the guy who squeaks with a grumpy voice.
Because that voice sounded like it was laughing, because... even though it was manipulated as a zombie, it felt like some kind of will.
Now the gigantic arms are swung down so that they can be tapped from the top, not the horizontal giraffe.
"Wow!?"
Though he shrugged behind and avoided, Zugan and I couldn't stop sweating when I saw the sight of large claws engulfing the ground.
Worst of all, it didn't end just once, and now he starts swinging his claws down my arms like a wasted child.
"Whoa, whoa!?"
Am I a mole!? All the time, I can't get close enough because of the intense wind pressure that occurs when swinging down, avoiding the nails that are wielded over and over again while rolling.
This is bad - I feel that way, and once I get my distance, I scream at Nair flying through the sky.
"Hey!!"
"Hmm, you're willing to give up?"
"I won't even give up on you willingly!! More than that, is this guy really manipulative of you!!"
"It's not natural. I'm the one who manipulates a corpse without a soul? Besides, my zombies will never disobey orders!!"
"Oh well... oh well"
So can I see that this guy is being driven by Nair's will now?
Hmm, I see.
I threw a healing magic bullet at Nair without hesitation.
"Healing Blindness I!!"
"Heh heh heh!? heh heh heh heh heh!?"
I have a problem with hitting power, but it hit me well. Unlike Mr. Alc, he's a zombie. If you stop her moving, you stop that one on your own too.
With a scream from the women and a glimpse of Nair falling on the roof of the hall like a mosquito falling with mosquito incense, I look at the evil dragon who stopped moving and grip my fist as far as I can.
"A stopped enemy is no different than a sandback."
There is no need for healing magic.
Beat it for real.
I squeezed my right fist so I could pull my bow, and I stuck it in a straight line into the evil dragon that stopped me from moving.
Black scales in front of me, scales remind me of that snake, but not me then.
I trained, and I grew up quite a bit.
So...
"Eat it!!"
Running with all his might, with all his weight on, his fists protruding with all his might, perhaps the first time in this world, without the madness of dimensions, pierced the chest of the evil dragon -.
- Yusha, Onaji -
- Kolos.