The vision was covered with dark purple.
Uneune and a thick branch that moves endlessly through the sight. Materialized magic, coupled with articulated smooth movements like octopus feet and hardness like iron chunks, allows movements as soft as munchies to substitute as whips at the tip, while pointed tips and hardness allow spikes.
It is no longer an exaggeration to say indiscriminate attacks. But every one of the countless tentacles surrounding that ray rarely strikes the ray without a moment's gap and strips its armor away. Among other things, a blow from the spike is appropriately shooting through the stripped area and the tip is gradually reaching the flesh of the ray.
"Knock... heavy"
Too many...!
Cross your arms and collect a few pieces, but another tentacle strikes Ray in the stomach. A storm of legs, bellies, backs, faces and whips that exaggerate where gaps were born, every time they were struck, so as to strip off the armor of their hands and hang the chase on a ray that gradually became unacceptable.
Rather than a whip, Ray chops off the tip of his tentacles as he flaunts his face in such severe dull pain as he was hit hard with a bat, but returns to normal as if nothing had happened after a second. Worse than a lizard tail cut.
"You don't seem to have any hands or feet."
While things got worse, they weren't in a state where it was very possible to buy time. I can't do anything. There's no way I can handle it.
The Demon King only attacks. Ray just protects. It is only natural, then, to find ourselves in a unilateral situation.
That's why Ray is being hunted down now.
- You idiot, I am.
Here… What are we going to do now, in a situation where we might be able to carry things in our favor? Upon returning to the Wang capital, there are three threats of demon king, and I don't even know if I can win.
Then Ray reprimanded himself for being in protection for how he was going to win without attacking him when he attacked him.
"You're not licking me, you fucking demon kings!
My mind shifts from guarding to attacking, and before I get hit, kill me. My spirit rekindles.
Ray barked and screamed his own mind turning with temper. And as you respond to it, your body is also in combat mode.
A fierce wave of magic forces the attack of the tentacles back into force, rebuilding the sharpened demonic costume with its overflowing immense magic. Furthermore, the number was far inferior but ten tentacles were stretched. At first glance, however, the shape stretches out five fingers, which is not the same delicacy as that of the Demon King. It's the least Ray can do to manipulate hundreds of tentacles.
"Let's go."
At the moment Ray stood low, weapons were given to each and every demon hand gathered at one point. Apart from the body with the sword of the Auga, each with an axe, a spear, a two-handed sword, a bow, a shield and a two-handed set holds a weapon according to their role.
"Damn...... how far are you going to imitate my moves"
Demon King with his blatant offense on his face.
Starting with demonic costumes, from magic processing to materialization, the two skills are similar. That may have been referred to by Ray himself, but the two of us still don't know that there's a real reason. Uncomfortable as if it had plundered its own past, an unknown but late imitation. But with the absolute pride of skill and experience, we intercept Ray.
Ray scaffolded a fixed space and approached one Demon King. Cut open the tentacles looming from the front with an axe and two-handed sword made of Class A material and magic ore bought from Teito. And he bounced his tentacles toward cover from another direction, with two shields that were silly and big, and with a bow that was quite large, he unleashed and towed a specially made magic ore arrow whose hardness would change with the magic he could get in.
And Ray pushes through the path he's forced to open, swinging his sword down at the fastest. Demon King with hardened arms to it.
Two swords and arms scatter across the spark.
"You seem to have a good weapon inside."
In the form of a winged ray, the two bodies become chunks and swim in a sea of zero gravity.
"I tried to incorporate the latest technology."
Ray puts his strength into his arms and when he bounces off the Demon King's body, he instantly slashes off tentacles stretched from close quarters and hits them down using demonic contractions from overhead.
"I see. But the latest technology is an error."
Once again, the shock of swords and arms raced through the wind.
"That's ancient technology. In the old world, it was a common piece of equipment."
However, the colour is not the same as the shock earlier. Heavier and stronger shocks paralyse Billy and Ray's hands. And the body of the demon king, who spoke of the ancient world in front of such Ray, had ceased.
"Eh... ⁉"
Absolute advantage. No gravity and scaffolding that was creating it.
At his feet is a materialized magic, sticking like a board, supporting the body of the Demon King.
"Now the terms are five minutes. Are you ready to die now?
A demon king who distorts his mouth disgustingly in front of him. Ray, who saw it, couldn't help but feel the chills. His spine trembles and he understands what he has done well.
But at the same time, even if I stayed thorough on the defense, I admitted that I wasn't the opponent I could beat on my own, either way, considering that I was eventually pushed.
So, Ray's attacks that followed were losing their appearance again. Imminent things like slashing and crushing disappear, turning into something that aids in solid movements like protecting and escaping. That slasher muscle has no sharpness, it just leaves a dull silver color.
You know you're not the one to waver at such an incomplete attack, but the declaration of defeat within the unconscious created a great deal of sickness in Ray's movements.
The long-lived Demon King sees the Sikoli with his wise eyes, and the attack only increases in intensity. In his eyes, he had definitively determined his victory.
If you notice, instantly Ray was cornered again and pinched by two demon kings.
A cold sweat flows down my forehead. Can this be easily hunted down with just one advantage gone? By then, is there a big difference?
But not yet. It's still early.
With one minute left until five minutes, the hunted down Ray chose to fight for the quantity in a ranged attack.
Demon bullets, tentacles, bows. To mix them up, just let them go. Fearing the approaching of the demon kings, they push in quantitatively and pretend to attack themselves with hands that have no problem being slashed without approaching them.
But still, it can't possibly be the opponent to hold him down with such a halfway attack, and tentacles stretched out of the blind spot capture Ray's legs as the movement of the rays shrinks.
"I'm your checkmate"
"Huh...!
Ray waves his sword down on his feet. And concentrate your magic on your feet trying to extrude the magic that has entered. When attempting to release with the same procedure as it was, more than 30 tentacles, which had come to determine that the consciousness had deviated, tied Ray to a grump. Hands, feet, body and wrapped tentacles bind Ray and mix the poison in. And they eliminate boundaries with each other and act as cages just to trap one ray.
"Damn......"
The mouth, which was slightly out of between the tentacles, moved slightly as if it showed the last resistance. And its mouth is also covered in magic deformed from tentacles to spheres.
With each passing hour, a great deal of magic enters Ray's body, further reinforcing the restraint. Ray pours magic into his own body in an attempt to resist it, but he can't keep up very well.
Eventually, the magic that filled Ray's body turned to that of the Demon King.
Where that means, complete captivity. Physically and magically, Ray was forbidden from any movement.
"Come on, let's finish playing"
Sliding through the magic with Sue and her own feet, the Demon King, who has moved to the front, smiles sparingly and creates a single sword from his own magic.
"Get us out of here."
"-------!
Ray, unable to move, unable to hear his mouth, just staring at his opponent, is weak from the edge. But those eyes are not dead, and there are no two letters to give up.
"Don't you want to solve it? But now that this is happening, the only way you're going to be able to help is by relying on the miscellaneous soldiers left in the city, right?
The demon king sticks a brilliant blade of purple flame up Ray's throat. But Ray's gaze still doesn't lose its shine. You think you can overshadow this situation, and the Demon King drew his sword like a shudder.
"I hear you said something. Please, talk to me."
The Demon King showed his spare time and magically retreated from around Ray's mouth.
"Pfft...! That's not very popular at all, you are. This is a kid who hasn't even grown tall yet, okay? Aren't you ashamed?
Still hateful mouth wise Ray. However, the Demon King gave a joyful expression to what could only be heard here as a loser howling.
"Woman, do you think a person who feels pity for a child can be a demon king?
"With your splendid demon king spirit. Well, it doesn't make any difference now that I'm trying to free you from this place, to kill you. Then you can't make demands."
"Pfft, I don't care if I kill you and get out of here, do I?
The Demon King flickers death in an attempt to make it seem like a slight possibility. But that's like confessing to being aware of the possibility of not being able to leave.
"Then kill me. Try to kill me. So we just need to be locked in this place for good."
So Ray doesn't break his unscrupulous attitude, even in a situation where he is sealed of movement and his life is held.
Spending his life and liberation on a scale, the Demon King sighed small at Ray, who turned his stubborn gaze.
"One, I think I'm making a mistake, so let me tell you something."
All I'm saying is that Ray's threat means nothing, and the Demon King speaks out.
Your abilities.
"I'm just a replica of the body. Those two over there, too."
"But it's some kind of restricted replica. Wouldn't you?
Otherwise, I have no reason to threaten you like this right now. Ray thought something inconvenient existed for the Demon King.
"Brilliant. Were you aware of my secret? Then you don't have to hide it now."
From the pleasure of the winner, the Demon King speaks of his power with perplexity. Whether you are satisfied with the result of being able to take the person who has been bitterly drunk by now, the voice also seems somewhere enjoyable.
"Yeah, that's right. There are restrictions. I only have one skill at a time. In addition, the ability to do so has decreased by only a fraction, and the power one possesses has become far removed from what is approximate."
Said to be, what Ray came to mind was the figure of a killer who took in the protection of the evil gods. Indeed, I must say that the Demon King now in front of me is inferior compared to that one. But sincerity is not in that dimension.
Evidence means self-strengthening like deification. In other words, the stronger the original body, the greater its power.
Stuck, 7 times as bad as it used to be. Or more, the true power of the Demon King.
"But the replicate, by dying, returns its power evenly. I mean, death to me is not a bad thing."
"... what the hell do you want, you. Going out of your way to reduce your power, put it back, and you're satisfied with that?
I don't know what I want. The idea that purposefully dispersing power is not a bad thing to go back to.
Ray felt like he was doing something terribly pointless.
But it's never meaningless.
"I've been dead twice since I met you. He was an individual with the skills of demonic costumes and magical materialization. But look. That power is possessed by all of us who exist today. I mean, if I die three degrees later, the power is one-half. Almost all of our skills are replicated."
Skills, that is, two creatures are born, each with a nasty skill combination.
Besides, where you struggle to defeat it, it just leads to strengthening your opponent. It's going to break my heart if I fight without knowing.
What's more, we can escape whatever situation we find ourselves in by dying. Yes, even if the other person is God.
The downside to that change, getting weaker. But if you end up undoing it, it won't be a disadvantage.
Rather, other benefits far outweigh that.
It seems like a seemingly futile replica, but certainly not futile.
Ray was explained and finally convinced.
"To add, the original power of me is too much in this world. I can't help but have something I don't need. So this is how we break up and act."
"You don't know. Then you just have to die and break up again."
"Pfft, it's not such a convenient force. There are risks."
Risk......?
Ray thought it was like breaking a limit, but that's not it. Even when he becomes a demon king, his life is in danger, that's what it is.
But there was no such thing as a demon king to say. Because you can't do it again.
"Do you understand now? Killing you doesn't mean I'm stuck here. Because we're just talking about self-harm. But you only have one life. If you're going to die pointlessly, why don't you disarm yourself and ask your people for help?
Final advice from the Demon King.
Ray thought that one way or another this space would disappear if he died, but he's not the kind of person who can listen to a lot of people.
"Kill me."
"Oh, wow, that's strong. But it would be nice. You can torture me..."
To Clean Ray, the Demon King thought of a manoeuvre called torture, but never gave Ray time to find out what kind of hand he was hiding.
"Shall I kill you then?"
Mouth it as it should, and put the lowered purple sword down Ray's throat again.
"Is there one last thing left to say?
Ray quietly remembers to the Demon King who has heard the will.
Just do it, and if you're going to die, look forward to it. That leaves me no choice.
When did you think that?
It wasn't that long ago. Somewhere in my heart I always thought there would be a next.
He also said we should start over. As always, as I have repeated, from the beginning again.
I just wonder how long.
I started to wonder if there would be a next time.
I don't think it's going to happen again.
I don't remember the beginning of that in my mind. But I know when it turned into certainty.
That's when I realized.
To the strangeness of my memory. To what I've lost. I can't take it back.
That's when they noticed.
"... isn't that sweet, Demon King"
Afraid of death?
No, I'm not scared. Dead many times already. Whether it's someone else's body, their own body, or in the sense of self.
That might be the way to put it, but I'm used to it.
That used to be the end of this story. But now I want to go on like this.
I'm not afraid to die, but I don't want to lose everything I've ever had.
"Isn't it? Of all the demon kings, I am the kindest demon king to go by."
That's what I came to think, because I've lived here.
"So I'll give your people a proper last word. With your body."
So we can't just let him go like this. You can't die easily.
It's too late to lose it. I can't take it back.
So now you have to risk your life and try.
It's always the case that I'm afraid.
Someone dear to me is going to die. All you need for that is to be prepared to give up your life. So, if there's enough...
"... hey, well. Well, let me just say one thing."
Ray laughs.
"─ It's been five minutes, huh?
Because I was strange about myself not wanting to die but raising my life lightly.
Laughing, I put the stakes on the table, and I made a bet.
─ ─ Experience reduction, 100,000.
The body, the magic, the last bad scratch left on all the restrained rays. The biggest bet that a vessel named Myself could break.
As water returns to the depleted lake, 0 to 1. 1 to 100. 1 to 10,000.
Eventually the vessel's tolerance is exceeded and overflowed.
A tremendous amount of magic, equal to a single pillar of God with a reduction rate of roughly 100 times, eroded the affinity flesh from the tip of the rash and, nevertheless, it was released in a blast momentum out of the body in search of a place to go if it was not enough.
"Where is so much magic... ugh!
The internal bondage that was holding Ray disappeared, and the external bondage exploded and swelled up. Nor could it be held down, and it is blown away in an instant. Furthermore, the sword of magic that had been placed on Ray's neck also disappeared into the void, without even being given during the resistance.
What the hell is this? What the hell do you want to happen?
The Demon King, who also forgets to stab Todome accidentally, puts amazement on his face.
When taking over Ray's body, he masterfully manipulated his own magic and removed all remaining magic from the flesh.
So there can't be any more magic left in Ray's body. It seemed true.
Nonetheless, so much magic suddenly appeared from nowhere that it could not fit in Ray's vessel, freeing Ray from the reign of the Demon King.
That's not all. Easily breaking the magic restraints of hundreds of tentacles over each other, and even the sword that was on Ray's neck muscle, is an increase that strayed from its normal orbit, causing it to disappear instantly.
Surprisingly, the increase in magic still does not show decay and continues to amplify. How much magic do you possess?
Whether the amount of magic you feel will arrive even if you combine the magic of the Demon Kings who are already here.
The only means I can think of is the skill of magic conversion. But there can be no such thing as an example of how much magic we've been accumulating.
In an unusual sight that he had never experienced before in his long life, the Demon King had forgotten to leave the scene and stared at Ray as he was swallowed up by the bright red magic.
"Knock... ahhh!
In front of such a demon king's eyes, Ray groans with a bitter look. Control and the like are no longer working long ago. However, the magic that continues to be restored according to orders is on the verge of outbursts. So much so that there is no need to compress and increase the density, that the magic to its enormous extent fills the space created by Ray.
"Together... Shatter, Ro..."
"... ugh!
In those words, the Demon King realized for the first time.
The emergence of an enormous excessive amount of magic that I never expected. I was confused about it and didn't realize that the phenomenon was about to happen.
That this is a magical outburst.
The demon king rose unusually high, and besides, he spread his terrible agony on his face, wrapped his tail around it and fled toward a place where Ray felt no magic.
But a few moments later, it will also be anointed with overflowing magic, and all of the different spaces will be Ray's vessels of magic. That too, by high-density magic stained with bright red like jumping into a fire.
And finally, losing the place of the newly born magic, the density that was near the limit, together with the siren-like glow of admonition, breaks the limit.
"Magic, runaway......!
Bottom, the density with the bottoms and the limits switches to extinction in one turn. It's an extinction involving not only magic, but everything that exists there.
The demon king is in distress, and so is the demon costume he spread.
And Ray, the Lord who created Himself.
And even the awkward world.
An explosion of extinction that attributes everything to nothing asks all of them.
─ ─ ─ Can you stand it?