Aromatic dark scent.
The man came from the end of the world, caught by the smell of a slight scent even from a distant land.
The smell of going over the mountains, over the sea, more dense, more ugly.
The man realized that he was getting closer.
The man kept walking relying only on the scent and, if he noticed, was in the middle of a war. I was too stubborn just to follow the smell and even forgot to recognize the surroundings.
But in the midst of the war, there was only one man who tried to harm a man who was caught flirting and smelling and crossing. On the contrary, I put a man in my sight, but at the end of the day, I even forgot to breathe like a frog stared at by a snake.
Defeat unconsciously.
He, the transcendent, had the temper to point the blade… No, none had the courage to stand before him.
But on the other hand, their presence was not in the eyes of a man. Literally, I'm not interested. To the extent that I'm likely to forget if I'm not conscious of even putting it in my eyes.
But still, as time froze around him, he stopped moving.
They knew. No, I had to understand unconsciously.
This man says he's not.
The man snorted cum and flaunted his face.
"I found you, demon."
And the man, as if he were smoke, dazzled from the spot in an instant.
A blast that rings right after it. It passed from the side of the royal castle to the whole city, with the ringing of the ground.
A few minutes before that blast went off...
"Huh?
In the corridor that leads between kings, there was a wife who patted her eyes to make sure it wasn't a dream. The wife had the premiere of a widow until earlier, but now the premiere has fallen to the ground, too.
"Kukku, is that something like a haircut?
Cecil laughs creepy next to such a widow. Yes, the two of them, who seemed to have taken the crisis off by Cecil's skills, were at the end of their eyes and noses from the battlefield.
This is the limit of Cecil's instantaneous mobility skills, which could not be transferred any further.
"Come on, Mistress, let's roll our tails and run."
Yes, Cecil, who offered his hand like a wasp. When Carrot stood up with that hand, she lowered her neck to the side with determined eyes.
"You shouldn't. We are the only people who know that there is a demon king in this country. We have to tell everyone in this country."
"Ho? Surely in this country, men were only those with titles."
"No, that, in the laws of this country, is the case… civilians and slaves alike live. I don't think my husband would discriminate and miss them all."
To Cecil, who speaks ill-willed, Carrot replied without distracting herself when she told her indiscriminately by the criterion of what she thought Luxeria would do. Worried with such Carrot's words, Cecil received her words correctly (...).
"Kuku, it's my wife's mirror. Come on, I'll give you a hand."
"Thank you, uh... suspicious"
"............ I've been thinking about it lately. Am I that suspicious?
I didn't know you were unconscious. Cecil was troubled by it.
For a moment.
A mere moment of alarm led to irrevocable events. That's not my neck flying or anything. To the settlement of Luxeria, I let it water.
I was just a sweetheart who stepped into the area.
The slaughter of the Demon King on his neck was a tribute to his ability to wear his demonic costume, and he managed not to be chomped on the neck. But instead of being a half-breed shock, I was blown so hard that I remembered the illusion of my neck, I rolled to jump off the floor.
In the meantime, I saw the Demon King run over to Luxeria. I felt bad about being aggressive, but I couldn't stop the momentum and crashed into the wall.
And by the time it finally stopped - it was already too late.
Luxeria was kicked up near the ceiling, sprinkling blood, and fell making a loud noise to the floor. Blood water spread as he hit his back hard and stained the floor from the wound again. Luxeria didn't make it slight. Lights in front of the wind, the word turns my head.
I took out the potion and ran over to him. The bleeding from the shoulder and back is especially bad. Pretty deep cuts engraved.
I was in a hurry and panicked and hung up on the potion.
With the potion's potency, the voice of the Demon King went into his ear as he watched, enduring the tightness of the wrinkles and wounds blocked.
"Come on, drink if you don't want to die. This is how you're reborn."
The demon king's mouth-running rebirth. What that means...
"Stop it! You want to be a demon!
I was screaming out loud. But the cry only sounded vain, and the father of Luxeria had already reached out to the vial offered by the Demon King.
The contents of that vial are just water. However, it is water containing the protection of a dense evil god.
I don't even need to imagine what would happen if I drank that. The results were becoming clear.
But knowing the consequences, Luxeria's father's hand never stopped.
Raw obsession, also visible as paranoia, and hatred directed against Luxeria.
His eyes had already been drunk by the darkness.
Darkness swells. With the hand of the Evil God.
The swollen darkness did not fit within it at the earliest, but overflowed. Wrapped in a swirl of cloudy darkness separate from evolution.
Reborn into the vessel you deserve to put away that darkness.
"Huh...! Hey, what are you..."
"You noticed at the worst. Coming -"
who was once a man ruled by darkness born in the midst of war.
"Here comes the devil."
A swirl of darkness, misty. It became a definite ripple and ran through.
The wave of hatred that comes through with Bishibishi. It's as ugly as hating everything in the world. Then there was the sad look.
"Oh, are you... Father...?
"... no. I'm different now. I have no intention of doing this. It's the fruit of a human being swallowed up by evil gods."
Shapes are people. However, the light of reason had been lost from the red, congested eyes, and the appearance could not be called the earliest man. The upside-down hair was stinging as if it were a needle mountain, and his whole body was stirring as if he were a monkey.
5,000 years ago, it was in the diary that those who became demons ate people. I guess the demon in front of you is already like the demon.
Nothing is different from a demon anymore to flicker sharp, pointed dog teeth while drooling.
... I'm a real scumbag.
Were you trying to make Saila such a monster...
I was ashamed of my past. And I overlap myself with how this is the end of a man who has done all he can to be outrageous, without even thinking of people, and remembers relief and fear at the same time.
He said if Charstena hadn't stopped me, I might have been like this man.
"Don't die, in this place"
I haven't even found an answer yet.
I promised to go home.
It's just... it's just beginning.
"Give me a hand, Reggie."
To survive. Give me the power to fight irrationally. I need your help.
My chest gets hot.
That's joy. A small shard burning calmly in the back of his chest shook at the joy he needed.
Tremors are transmitted to me through my soul. Dokundokun and heartbeat synchronize, making the sound of your own heartbeat louder.
"I have nothing."
Yes, the presence of me now entered Reggie's heart with pity. And as we rejoice in it, the magic burns like a blaze.
"Guuuuu......"
"Hehe, that's good. Sounds good. You've got a lot of hate going on."
The Demon King didn't seem to notice my change, and he was confirming the work of the demon man roaring low beside him.
"Sir, can I go?
"Rather, that's what I'm trying to say. I'm doing great right now."
"I'm fine too...... but I can't say I'm in great shape with my magic or my body"
Luxeria, suppressing her shoulder wound and ascertaining her own body, shook her head small to the side, laughing like she had decided where to die.
"Sir, let me buy you some time. Run in the meantime. You can't involve your husband any more."
Luxeria took a step forward to shelter me. I haven't completely blocked my wounds yet, and I'm cutting the other half of my magic. I guess you're literally going to give up your life and miss me.
I looked at that big back and put up my sword telling me not to fool around.
"Joke. If I abandon you now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Stretch your chest and you won't be able to live."
I don't need any more regrets. I don't even need a mistake.
Tighten your chest and go back to Charstena. Then I'll just scratch my feet at it, too.
"Hehe, that's a farce. Either way, you won't get away with it. I don't even have to put my hands down anymore. Let us sacrifice the birth of a new demon king."
The Demon King abandons our exchange as a farce and gives judgment to the father of Luxeria, who became a demon.
Don't eat it.
A word.
He receives superior orders conveyed in a chilly voice, and a horrible and pathetic growl sounds. At the earliest, it was no different than a demonic intimidation, which drove my feelings even further.
Regret and increased willingness to survive.
stiffer and sharper.
Turn even thin demonic costumes into complete shapes. He wears armor made of magic and has a sharp, pointed sword. It attracted strength at the expense of an even greater concentration.
"Demonization!
Purple light fills the entire room. At the center of that luminescence, I raise the level of my flesh by a step, and I move out without waiting for it to be finished. When he avoided looking directly at me and approached the devil kings who turned away, he launched a pre-emptive attack.
That's the key to a victory called a demon bomb. I can certainly do damage. It is no exaggeration to say that that is our only chance of winning on this occasion.
But it's only natural to be more vigilant. The wrapped magic of the Demon King showed the power of the main house.
Snake with Gunegne, snake first, swallowed the demon bomb.
Red and black magic at best. The feud creates stormy wind pressure.
A blowing magic storm.
I'm being pushed back to where I was. Meanwhile, the placid Demon King stretched out another tentacle, with which he rambled and threw the Demon Man.
"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The roar of the beast approaches.
For a moment, a silver wire ran into my sight. It bumped into the Devil's fangs and scattered sparks.
With his sword protruding against his changed father, Luxeria draws a powerful sword tip, even in a magical storm, and begins to strike back like a beast.
"Gu."
However, an indelible nail plunders Luxeria's cheek and gradually begins to be pushed. The demon man didn't use moves or anything. There was no reason to use it.
Simply by its force, it began to surpass Luxeria's movements.
Over time it manifested itself prominently. There are more lacerations on Luxeria's body, and the wound, which was still healing, screams at his movements and begins to open.
He had been steadily cut off his life, like he was already being chased by a lot of bleeding.
Even if I wanted to help him like that, I couldn't help him with the Demon King's tentacles.
Each tentacle made of high-density magic is powerful. Neither its hardness nor its strength is that of the demonic costume with flesh as its core.
With all the swing down, it's best to play. But even so desperately bouncing back, the tentacles bend with Kunechne in the way they look and strike as if nothing had happened.
This is... another "something" from the demon costume.
I was the one who played the attack and avoided it, thinking about it like that, but I couldn't give a clear answer to what was different and was gradually being pushed again.
Wounds are the only pain I haven't suffered, but even if I'm wearing a demonic costume, it's a pain that comes through with gin.
I had no doubt that I would suffer an easy defeat if the tentacles were used in their original way.
Salvation is only used to hit tentacles. Perhaps the Demon King is going to let this newly-born demon kill us.
The demon king himself has already taught me the answer to what that means.
- The birth of a new demon king.
Maybe the moment of birth without that touching or shit happens by us dying. Simply put, it would mean saving experience and evolving. If humans gain experience by defeating demons, and vice versa, it's a terribly simple idea, but it's probably not off the hook.
In retrospect of the word of the Dragon God, it is a well-founded idea.
"Damn."
Jiri is poor as it is. Obviously, it doesn't extend to this guy who hasn't been demonized yet, even if he's been handed down. Besides, as the word goes, there's no alarm or shit.
If this one tries to do something, he comes crushing it before he does.
If I could stop him from moving for a moment...
"Hehe, what's up? Are you gibberish yet?
While the Demon King showed his spare time, his eyes firmly captured my movements and were totally flirting. One shot at a time is accurate and unforgiving. If you lose your mind even for a moment, you'll be hurt until it's instantly the Devil's Feed.
I continued desperately to withstand the onslaught, biting my back teeth. Occasionally, the Demon King would provoke me to disturb my heart, even in retribution, but riding it was synonymous with death.
Seeing me bite like that, I was really hungry for the face of the demon king immersed in joy.
"Don't laugh."
I pretended to be on the provocation. To unlock this one-sided situation, he abandoned his defense and jumped himself into a tentacle storm.
That was a good behavior to say reckless. The demon king's face is really ugly and distorted.
"Heh heh heh, you're on the provocation this time"
Pleasant ugly grin. But it was also a horrible expression.
I push my tentacles through the stage dancing madly, leaving behind the chills trying to cover my back.
My shoulders, my stomach, my face, I didn't even hate to be shocked and blue bruised, but there was a demon king with a little surprise in his face ahead of me.
"Ho, that's a medium defense. But -"
It was the blade of the ancestors that underpinned my demonic costume that swung me down. Sharp and sharp, it's so viciously brilliant that all my demonic costumes and scales seem to cut off.
The moment the blade reached my neck, I unleashed my magic.
A red light swallows a demon king wrapped around a demonic costume in black, along with the sound of an air called Gwon screwing around. It was a mass of magic that was forming my demonic costume.
"Become... ⁉"
As if the Demon King had taken my demonic costume, the Demon King's hands, his breasts, his feet, were covered and consolidated by magic.
"No way, give me a demon costume..."
"I wore a demon costume over your demon costume, to be exact."
To the demon king who solidifies in amazement, I will seed it with clams.
The only thing that can interfere with magic is magic. If, then, you cover the demonic costumes that wrap up with my magic, you will not be able to move with rebellion between different magic powers.
Yeah, I've never been sure. I used the bump plan.
And... I won that bet.
"Remember? I can't move anymore. I bled you to explode. I'll give it to you again."
A ghoulishly condensed demonic costume becomes a repulsion against it and defies compression. That also became a factor in tightening the Demon King's body and sealing his movements.
"Fuck you, Kimmy."
Running my muscles to my face with a look colored by anger, I unwrapped my hand in front of the demon king, who tried to bite me like I was angry.
"Demon Blast"
It carries a dazzling brilliance and sequentially strengthens and expands the luminescence from a pure magic mass. That was as if the Demon King was glowing red.
But its red luminescence seemed to be as brilliant as a siren, making its peril known to the surroundings.
I did not defy the brilliance of that alert light, and when I jumped out loud, I did not do anything foolish, such as keep an eye on the Demon King, but headed towards Luxeria's reinforcement.
Fleshed with a sense of speed called Gunn, I sew between Luxeria and the demon attack and kick my face up from the bottom. Of course that's not the end of it.
Don't miss the excellent opportunity you suddenly visited, the sword muscle wrapped around the wind of Luxeria captured the demon's belly.
But the attack of Luxeria, interrupted by rigid bristles and interrupted by its original slashing taste, stays only to blow the demon man wide open.
"Invert"
But I won't let you get away with it under two to one circumstances. The demon, who had his vector inverted, was whipped in the neck like a sudden rotation of a jet coaster and returned.
Me and Luxeria, who exchanged sights during that little time, retreated from the passage of Ba and the Devil.
"Fly away." "Go away."
A movement that had breath. Swords and swords sweep away the demon's hips and necks, respectively. A dull vibration of broken bones passes through the sword to the body, stomping his feet even more gutsy and shaking off his arms.
After being corrected for the direction of blowing up many times, the demon man blew up in an unusual outfit like a puppet.
- To the blast zone.
But if it's someone who ends up like this, there's no hard work.
Now we decide!
"Drop it, Lightning."
It's magic and it's not, a slightly unusual chant.
"Freeze, Blizzard, roll up, Tornado."
Thunder and ice scatter in the storm. Each other's magic bumps into each other and squeezes at each other. And it gets swallowed up by a demon bomb. But as if water and water were melting together, they mix together without rebellion.
"Splash, rock shot. Explode, Explosion."
The best combination I can think of. Next to me, who poured it all in, the magic grew as if it were going to erupt.
Seeing it, an incredibly magical sword screamed, still broken and slightly vibrating.
"I will return all my grudges to you - the sky is empty."
Fierce thrust. All magic condensed in one point was restored to the power of poking.
Luxeria's unleashed poke pierced the heart of the demon who was his father. It was an event within a magic blowing demon blast, but the trajectory with Luxeria's grudge broke through the demon blast as well, passing through the lead of the vacuum at the moment. At that moment, a slightly visible purple blood splash.
After I watched Luxeria settle, I chanted her last chant.
"Distortion, distortion, distortion of the world, the contraction of distortion."
Resentment, grief, and pain all attribute themselves to the point of involvement.
"Go away, demon king!
Get rid of them all.
Stick your hand forward with that thought and squeeze.
"World of Dots (contribs) Huh!
An indoor with painful traces of intense combat begins to spin with glue. Hidden in it, magical ramblings.
Decorated windowsills make a paring noise and fall to the floor so that it can be attached to a distorted space. The fragments and fragments of floors and walls crushed by the battle continue to snap and sound toward the center of the distortion. It's as if there's a center of the stars there.
Gravity like that statue worked for me and Luxeria, too. Due to the properties of this move, the desire to escape the scene now plunders the chest, but in a worn out state, it was best for the two of them to stick their swords to the floor and resist.
In doing so, the time for liberation came. It was thunder that set me free at the beginning. He thundered, blackening the floor between kings, burning the ceiling, and destroying the walls.
The ensuing storm of liberation is also unleashed indiscriminately and relentlessly destroys buildings.
To many of the magic unleashed one after the other, Luxeria was peeling her eyes. I ran my eyes to ask for an explanation, even though I was confused by things I hadn't anticipated or otherwise.
But there's no sign of me where I was supposed to be earlier, and I can see you running away with your ass far rearward. Seeing me escape at a glance, Luxeria understood the situation, too.
That is - Running away, but winning.
Having arrived at that answer, Luxeria rushes out to chase after me.
"Husband! I didn't ask you.
"And you have no choice! If we don't do this, we can take down the Demon King! More than that, move your legs, move your legs! You're gonna get caught up in this."
While the two gaggers talked to each other, they jumped over the broken windowsill and flew out.
But there is no hard ground ahead of the jump, and the scuska and legs cut off the sky. He moved his wings in haste, and then also grabbed Luxeria, hovering over the royal castle and staring at him with an indescribable look by the two of them downstairs.
"............... That's the Demon King. If it dies, it won't be free."
"My husband did it!
What I tried to wrap up in a good way was also a pointless scratch in front of a crumbling royal castle.
The debris pours down like rain, and the walls fall and collapse on the floor. The castle, which has supported the country, also collapses, as if to accompany this country to its doom.
"Ha ha, how dare you do it... not once, not twice. It's humiliating."
During the collapse, only the Demon King lived, even though he vomited blood reflexes. But the countless scars engraved on its body told the story of the intensity of the earlier attack. Deeper than the wounds he received a few years ago. Also, while suffering severe wounds, the Demon King rises with two legs.
"I didn't know you were going to push me this far with two species... you can't just miss it this time"
In its eyes is loyalty and the will to kill until mighty.
Taking his loyalty to the Evil Gods as a food, the Demon King captured the target. Look at Ray flying in the air.
Now it's time for you to die.
The Devil King's obsession was about to come to Ray.
But that can be stopped on the brink. An unspeakable chill struck the demon king. It is an intimidation emanating from the unacceptable absolute strength of his being near the top of this world. Proclamation of death, from an opponent who must never face to face.
"Have you found... you've apparently stayed too long"
"I didn't think the Demon King would be here... but your ruling to the Demons is always decided"
The Demon King didn't try to resist. I didn't even try to escape. Because I knew it was all for nothing in front of this man.
Ten.
Since the birth of this world, that's all we've ever been able to reach. The pinnacle of this world.
An evil deity dedicated to his loyalty, a man in front of him.
"Let us bring the judgment to justice. Your divine punishment is death."
The man's shaken sickle could not be seen by even the Demon King.
Head that fell to the floor bottomed up.
"I will kill you one day."
Even if he lost his neck first, the Demon King did not loosen his attitude to the man until the time of his death.
"... Until then, when I slaughter you all demons, my statutes will not end. As long as there are rules, I shall remain the Reaper."
Natural enemies of demons and demons.
One of God who has renounced his duty as God.
His name is...
- Reaper, Grimm Mall.