Demon Lord, Retry!

"It's like walking through a deserted field..."

The Demon King groans small. Nothing. That face doesn't look happy.

Either that or it's a clapping look.

Originally, this labyrinth was a place for Beginners to challenge, and as long as we don't get down to the deep floor, there won't be any dangerous demons. Well, if this man comes in with the power he deserves to be called the Demon King, none of them equals the enemy or anything else.

"It's you again. He's unpunished."

A brisket stands before the Demon King. Its body was covered in mossy metal, and if it was stripped of that metal, it would make a lot of money, but it was a tough opponent inside for Rookie to deal with.

Regardless, in front of this man, it's literally just brisket.

Silently, the Demon King packs the distance and slaps his fist against his torso.

Without having to use Sodom's fire, its life-brike was blown to the wall as it scattered metal. After entering the labyrinth today, this man is dealing with his enemies all by fighting alone, exploring a variety of combat styles.

"It won't be money, but it's just the right thing to make SP"

Yes, this man has not taken down any demons, stripped or dismantled them, etc.

Without that technology, I wouldn't have done it. This evil demon king has a source that produces endless amounts of gold, and he doesn't need to dismantle the Immediate and Lower Demons.

We push to the lower tier as we repel the demons that appear one after the other.

And when I finally got down to the ten tiers - the anomaly happened.

"I discovered a fool diving alone."

"Lots of ducks today, don't help me"

Two ill-galled adventurers appear before the Demon King to flicker the knife. It was already a dangerous atmosphere from the looks of it. Now there is an unpleasant smell of blood around, like rusty iron, which makes the demon king's face glorify.

"What can I do for you - I just wanted to ask you. Well, I can guess."

"You're smart. Put your money away."

"But... this guy doesn't have any prey, does he?

I can't help but confuse Gorotsuki Combination.

If you were confident in your arms, you might dive alone, but you still had a porter, some kind of box to put your prey in, and you should have a bag in your possession.

But I don't even see any signs of that in this guy.

"Honestly, I don't think you'll make it home."

Ahead of the demon king's gaze, a body with no neck was rolling.

It is the source of the smell. A corpse without a neck was somewhere like a crop, like a well made doll, and in the head of the Demon King it was difficult to recognize that one as “human” immediately.

"He's special... he's the end of a fool who resisted."

"Oh man, if you don't, you'll honestly pay."

"No mouth for the dead," he said well. Well, if you go back upstairs and get sued, it'll be your ruin. You're not wrong to deal with this. "

What came to mind in the head of the Demon King when he said it was such a training ground was the landscape when Golden Mountain was discovered and turned into a gold rush in the Great Old America and elsewhere.

Initially, they were all obsessed with digging gold, but one day they discovered a "different” way of digging gold at the excavation site.

- It is the “digging" of killing those who discover gold and taking it away.

Without effort, without time, I would say a really smart dig.

In any case, in a way that disregards humanity.

When the Demon King took a silent step, one of the Gorotsky chanted his magic aggressively.

"Oops, don't move - Sleep/Sleep"

"Wow..."

The magic of 'water' released from Gorotsky's fingers jumps into the eyes of the Demon King.

Soon after, the Demon King's knee collapsed and his upper body swayed. This is the second magic of 'water', something that can be expected to work against demons as well as humans.

Well, it was surface for this man who had no defense against magic.

"Gu...... ahhhhhh!

Moments, a disastrous black mist rises from the ring that was nestled in the right hand of the Demon King, enveloping his whole body instantly.

Kachiri, and - "Nani” change.

Changed, damn it. It was the original owner of the body - Kunai Berdo, the person who appeared there anew.

IX's right hand grabs Sodom's fire and stabs him deep into his own thigh.

He would have tried to quench his drowsiness with intense pain. Reasonably I know, but it's a different matter of whether we can move that into actual action.

Dauntingly, it was not a human thought, although very much so, such as making a decision to stick a blade to his own body.

From that appearance, which rose loosely, overflowed with hatred that shook the atmosphere. From his eyes, there was even a red light that reminded him of the fire of the Red Lotus.

Pulling the red leftovers, Jiuuchi packs the distance at once, grabbing up Gorotsuki's face, which unleashed the magic. While lifting its body with one right hand, it began to tighten with momentum that crushed the other's face with a force like all-powerful force.

What did you do to me?

"Hagi, but the face, ha... ugh!

"Undo the words, don't you even have the knowledge?

When Jiu-nei strengthens her powers, she leaks the kind of boneless extreme sound that seems to leak such a strange sound from the human body, and Gorotsuki's face changes from skeleton to skeleton.

It is as if soft rubber were crushed. Nine fingers inside, feeling even elegant somewhere, break Gorotsuki's skin, breaking meat, and devouring it to the bones.

"Ma." Maho, uhh... of water... hehe!

Jiuuchi waves his arm silently, slamming Gorotsuki against the wall.

Moment after moment, its body made a red stain on the wall as it made a gossip and strange noise. The appearance of Gorotsuki, who threw his limbs out without force, only seems to me to be the doll.

"Magic... It's a troublesome world"

"Dashi, dashi..."

Did the other gorotsuki lose his hips or he retreats with his buttocks attached? But how long will its back hit the labyrinth wall, and there will be no escape.

Jiuuchi heads to Gorotsuki and slowly takes his feet, step by step. The face was as if it were a strange creature or watching, as if it were observing some kind of insect ecology.

"No more, I won't... I'll give you the money too. First of all, money!

"… the lower hand always repeats the same mistake"

"What?"

On Gorotsky's face, only a little hope arises. The tone within Nine was terribly calm, and I didn't see any signs of trying to kill myself from now on.

I was wondering if this man might be asking himself for something else. For example, it could be information, or it could be goods, not gold.

But neither was the right answer.

"Begging for your life is what makes you a merciful opponent."

Kuchi lifts his leg and slaps the sole of his shoe straight into Gorotsuki's face. Gorotsuki's head scattered all sorts of things, and another red stain could be made on the wall. He looks around at the three bodies rolling around and leaks “bitterness” like Jiu-nei was frightened.

"You dumb creator - if you don't enjoy me more, you'll be in trouble."

With that said, Kyouuchi stares at the ring embedded in his right hand. There was a meter engraved like it was made of blood, making sure it was filling up “well," and a grin not resembling it on its face.

"No, are you sure it's“ chaos "... kick..."

Nine further down the hierarchy as they draw red remnants from their eyes.

Every time that leg progressed, the black fog that covered his body peeled off a little bit, and by the time he descended into the lower hierarchy, he was completely back to where he was.

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"Damn... that son of a bitch, do whatever you want!

Hit your fist against the wall as the demon king spews a curse. There was no pain on the fist, but a large crack ran on the wall, which eventually shattered and scattered.

You don't want to be angry, he lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke thoroughly, but he can't stop being irritated.

"Easy pompous kill..."

The opponent was a murderer, it was self-defense, all sorts of excuses were on the Demon King's head, but all I can come to is the mediocre conclusion that he killed people like trash, without even being able to resist anything where he got to. I guess I still have a vivid feel in my hands and feet. It produced "water" stuffed in a pet bottle even though I knew it was a waste of SP, and I was using them to wash my hands and shoes.

"Damn, this... I don't think you're getting any prettier!

To be precise, that could have been a little different.

All the clothes he wears are "Endurance Infinite," and the part of the thigh that has already protruded the knife is automatically "sewn," without tears or cracks.

The blood that he shed, the blood that adhered to, will eventually disappear without trace with the restorative action of Endurance Infinite over time.

But the fact that you killed people independently of your will doesn't disappear easily.

It felt and meant too different to confront people of their own volition and to be killed like garbage on their own as if they could not move.

It was as if a human had been placed on a factory belt and turned into a machine that automatically killed the “sole” that had been transported.

Regardless, if Kunai Berdou asks, he will laugh greatly.

What's the point of killing more than 4 million people with one or two drops of blood added to them? The voice was going to be heard now, and the Demon King put the water from the remaining pet bottle on his face vigorously, washing it away with every mood.

"Look at that bastard now..."

The whining was small, but full of fighting spirit and one hope.

When my consciousness switched to Nine Kingdoms, I felt clear. the intense will of the ring embedded in your right hand and its effect.

(This ring hopes to bring chaos and ruin to the world. accomplish that and your wish will come true)

The face of the frustrated Demon King gradually returns to its invincible face.

That would have been the look the world deserves for a chaotic "demon king”.

"What's your wish, will it come true? I'll scratch everything."