Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

"The operation... don't you want it? ─ ─ Dick attack anyway. I'll fit in."

Drawing out his sword, Ray dragonizes and wraps his demon costume and demon hands from above.

"Copy that. I'll take care of the support."

Next to it, Dikuld, overlaid with aura, is a genuine, full-open state that elevated its limits. For him with a physical ability-specific type, it is not necessary to see how things are going. Just do your best, smash your opponent.

On the other hand, Ray, who shouted as a limit breaker as well, but it's... it's a bluff.

Simply released magic. I just made it look like it. Full force and so much more. The time limit for breaking the limit was quite painful under circumstances where we had to put the long-term battle in perspective.

In that regard, Dikuld's limit sublimation is good. It's a time-limited skill as well, but only to the extent that your body gets lazy.

"Come."

A provocation of sight from above, as the master tells his disciple. A tentacle that twirls like a quick invitation and an extra grin. Whether it was genuine or mere provocation, Ray and Dikuld both understood. However, it is clear that the fastest and surest means of riding that provocation is now that the moment and zero falling limit are in Dikuld.

"Momentum!

It was Dikuld who cut ahead.

Just for a moment, he didn't miss an empty gap in the tentacle junction. At a rate that is difficult to capture with eyes, a meteorized Dikuld rushes through a tentacle gap stretched out.

But it is never a gap that has generated alarm, it is a gap that has generated a wealth of combat experience. Namely, an invitation.

The thin path of magic that connects between the tentacles is a spider's thread that catches what enters one's realm. An invisible thread of fineness of magic interferes with Dikuld's movement by making sure it folds.

But you can't complete Dikuld's movements with something like that. Pulling from the tip of touching the thread of magic breaks through.

The acceleration of the instantaneous motion had already been scratched off when I broke through everything and danced out in front of the spider that stood in the back, but I was slashed into the main body just to say what it was.

Moments, what I could play was sound. Bash, something bounces. With the sound of flying, unnatural movements divert your aim.

"Dangerous, dangerous"

The demon king showed the vacuum wave alone with the sword of Dikuld in his mouth, saying so in a light condition. The face remains distorted by an extra grin.

─ ─ They're out of movement.

It's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. Dikuld had felt the big difference in just one contact.

While I realize I was losing on my own, I release the next bullet.

Once again, a bash sounds and the demon king's body moves only slightly faster than the sword. The Demon King once again dodged the attack without even blushing it.

In this attack, however, Dikuld saw it moving the identity of its sound and the body of the Demon King.

"Are you exploiting the momentum by spraying magic?"

Zero to be sure, Dikuld shook the chase to the right, left and body, shook his sword up his neck from the lower section, still stepped in where he was shook, and returned the blade and shook it down.

Neither rubbed, but from the body of the demon king, who beckoned to retreat, again confirms that the magic has sprayed, adjusting the angle and stepping of the sword and ascertaining its performance.

What I found out was that I didn't see any gaps. As if to say that I am a doll, with an unnatural body movement, I come to deal with Noraliclari and any sword trident.

There is a minute in Dikuld in the velocity of the flesh, but when the momentum of the injection is added, instantaneously the Demon King takes a step up. I only use it to avoid seeing how things are going now, but the speed at which it is activated in time after viewing it is very troublesome.

But in battle, Dikuld is a mass of talent. With this slight exchange, it is as easy as identifying and guiding an approximate avoidance method.

Sword swung diagonally up from chest height to neck. Dikuld's body, which was a demon king who slid it straight to the side, but had moved from the beginning on the assumption that it would be swallowed, flew straight to the side at the same time as confirming the spear of magic.

A body that rotates in the air. In keeping with it, the orbit of the sword transformed into a force.

Strike in the blow with centrifugal force as the Demon King circles in from the direction he dodges.

The silver light played. Scattered with orange sparks, Dikuld's sword bumps into each other with his arms covered in the demonic costume of the Demon King, who chose to defend him rather than evade him.

Whatever the difference between the way, the magic, the way or the aura, and the type of things that are included, the force and the force bumps that are concentrated in the arm force. The rising dust of war blows away in an instant, and the waves of shock take visible form, as if they were rushing through.

Among these, the power of the two antagonists without falling behind. But if you compare the look on the face of the powerful Dikuld to the face of the cool-faced Demon King, you'll soon know that it's not antagonistic, etc.

"To this extent?"

The words of such a demon king poke Dikuld in the ear, and the sword begins to be pushed gluttonously.

If you look, the inner magic of the arm receiving the sword was pulling its tail. That's the same phenomenon as the earlier eruption. It adds to the momentum of the eruption.

"Knock..."

Dikuld can be even more powerful with a look of agony.

The ground covered in cobblestone on an excessively substandard tread is brittle and crumbly like tofu, but it is the Dikuld one whose foot enters that crushed ground. Gradually, but his leg also began to be pushed backwards.

And what jumped in there was Ray's temper scream.

"Ora, ora, ora!"

It's like a storm.

Both hands and demon hands, combined with twelve hands, thrust wildly as they kicked their tentacles from the edge of their abutment.

Ray's movement, greatly enhanced by demonic stretching that made him seem like a limit breaker, is inferior to that of the Demon King and Dick, but it is a level that follows. Of particular note is the power to break the tentacles with or without them. Cut off the bassa bassa and tentacles, momentum only increases. After gaining experience, it was currently in an advanced form and was beginning to ripen for use.

However, because of its unnecessarily cluttered character, the damage to the city is also immense. If you wave down your sword, the ground will explode, if you step in, you will overpower, and you will explode again. Ray's passage is no longer as if a tornado had passed.

It's not what I found out which one is the Demon King. Whatever your appearance, it may be because you are not human and only look like a monster, but there is more damage done to the building, directly or indirectly, than to the Demon King.

"Back off, Dick!

"Okay!

Instead of Dikuld, who pulled one snort softly, this time Ray leaves before the Demon King.

Simultaneous attack by 12 hands. To the brilliance of the Demon King's flashing arms, twelve slaughters that are not far in speed but timed whenever possible. Its sharpness and hardness are comparable to simple demonic costumes. It is not simply stopped by materialized magic that has obtained a metal level of hardness.

But it was slightly too brittle to get it to the Demon King body.

The Demon King took all Ray's attacks with his body, showing no evasion or defense. Sparks scatter with fierce clash noises and cracks run on all Ray's wielded weapons.

That clearly showed that the magic of purple flames wrapped around the Demon King was not a simple demonic costume.

What the Demon King is now haunting is the most powerful, defensively heavy demonic costume he deals with. Would it be easy to understand if I were to say that I was using materialized magic instead of dragon scales capable of enhancing magic, which is the true price of Ray's dragonized demon costume?

But its hardness is more than Ray is now. It's harder than Dickird once broke with all his might.

It's a brittle sword.

Soothingly aligned five fingers. The tip of the middle finger at its apex - a sharp, pointed nail - protruded straight into the ray like a spear tip.

But as it goes with it, Ray's appearance goes into the distortion of space. And the knife that Ray was trying to pierce.

"Huh...!

Quickly pulls himself back, and the demon emperor returns his arms. It was the brilliance of the extreme light that jumped into my eyes, which made me run looking for Ray, who disappeared, that I might have been dangerously close to taking my arm.

"Spirit light mortar!

Hidden in Ray's body, the polar light gathered in his left hand protruding from his shoulder was fired as a piece of shell.

Demon King who chose to evade instantly. Instantly contracts and releases magic.

But my torso slid softly straight across, whereas my lower torso, more precisely the base of my left foot, was on the spot - no, I can't even move Pickle out of that space.

The demon king was swallowed up in the light with his inappropriate system.

"Ha ha!"

Dikuld disappeared into it.

Behavior that, from the end of the spectrum, also seems to be a special attack equal to a suicide bombing. But the shells of the aurora are essentially the same as those that Dikuld usually wraps around, and even if he screws his body in there, he doesn't suffer as one scratch. Instead, abundant energy empowers him.

I mean, Dikuld can move as usual in it, no, more than that.

"Ku......!

A face that was distorted by bitterness after it became one-half. As the destruction of the Devil's Costume by the extreme light progresses, he is exposed to Dikuld's onslaught, ensuring that the Devil's Costume breaks down.

The horrible thing is that all the sights are covered in light and I can't see Dikuld's movements. To capture with signs and conjecture, no way. His movements were too fast. That too, if they kill maneuverability, they just have to shut up and bear to be hit like good.

But that's in a short amount of time: 10 seconds, the limit of restraint, frees the Demon King's body.

With the impact of the slash, his leg retreats as he crushes the floor. Having managed to endure through the time, the Demon King instantly tries to escape from its balls of light with his feet and magic that are finally ready to move.

"I won't miss it!

But Dikuld, who sensed a magic blast, sticks up perfectly to the demon king trying to escape from the extreme light, letting him do it, and turns around with a slash. How many times it is repeated, from the outside it does not appear that the sphere of light is indeed moving, but always acts as a holding room sticking up to the Demon King.

For the Demon King, the painful expansion continues. Defensive forms of demon costumes are also shredded from time to time.

As it is, it is only a matter of time before the demon costume is broken.

The Demon King kicked through the ground hard, aiming to regenerate his death. If the ground doesn't work, it means air warfare. Not a bad choice. Dikuld is not good at aerial warfare. Only on earth, make use of its superhuman physical abilities.

Conversely, the Demon King is inconvenient but unable to move. The difference made delays and led to the liberation of the Demon King from the balls of light.

"Finally got out..."

"Not yet."

but that's just for a moment too.

Literally, Dikuld, who has become a blue bullet and fleshy, swallowed its body once again into the sphere of light.

The place is in the air. Dikuld, who doesn't have the skill to fly like Ray, can't even move satisfactorily.

But only once.

Except for the moment when you jump up.

Arms crushed in the aura and crossed in front of the demon king's face. To twist it down from the top, a blow slammed in from the top and an aura that aggregates on the sword.

A running stream of extreme light chases the demon king, whose ups and downs are reversed and slammed from head to bottom.

"Kaha......!

A hard arm blow smashing tough armor that can't be very called slashing. The weight on Zudon and his arm turns into supergravity, more than doubling the speed when he climbs up, beating him to the ground directly below.

Dogowowowooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The roar of rocking the ground. Blowing debris and dirt curtains. A running stream of extreme light thrust down through it puts a hole in the ground and swallows the Demon King.

But that doesn't end there.

A blow that swallowed all of it and blew it across the ground was unleashed without delay.

"Blow everything up, water dragon!

Limitations are always.

A dragon of water that swelled up so enormously that it was no less than an adult dragon. Its giant swirling torrent could be ascertained from anywhere in the Wang capital. Yes, as long as it's not even swallowed by the sphere of light.

And by the time the prey that fell in front of the giant jaw gate finally realized its existence, its closed jaw had already been unleashed.

"─ ─ ─ ─ ⁉ ●"

Moments, with the roaring roar of a dragon, a vortex of torrents penetrates the city of the king's capital vertically.

The intense roar of water created a cloudy stream, turning the debris of the city into a swallowing turbulent stream, stretching from the royal castle to the main gate that leads outside the outer walls.

It swallowed in its turbulence the exhaustion of the shops on the boulevard that had been bustling with the king's capital, and crossed the earth horizontally by breaking through the robust gates that were closed, not even at night, which, all of them swallowed within, knock them together and out of the city.

"Get caught, Dick!

"Yeah!"

Ray reaches out sassy as he jumps up gently towards Dick, who is falling naturally. The moment Dikuld takes that hand, he creates a fixed space, and now he runs through a place that was a deep, dug boulevard, all at once.

"Momentum!

The accelerated end is the end of the boulevard so destroyed that no shadow is left by the blow of the water dragon.

This is where the demon king was knocked out of the gate.

Almost instantly, they ran through the sky and stood down in front of the Demon King lying with his hands spread out in large letters. The demon king is wet and the demon costume is completely peeled off.

But a disastrous body like the one that took in the monster is still alive. The dangerous fragrance that instincts perceive sharply has not faded at all.

But now that the demon costume is broken, it is also a great opportunity. Especially for Dikuld, who has limited time to give his full strength, that was no exaggeration to say a thousand things.

But Ray just stops Dikuld from taking the risk and trying to jump out.

"Wait. He's setting it up."

Having been told that and activated his magic sensing, Dikuld did not think of the enormous amount of magic that was put into the surrounding area, but flashed.

"Oh, it's impossible. This amount of magic..."

For Dikuld, who is somewhat more powerful than the Demon King and has only as much magic as a baby, the enormous amount of magic that fills it deserved to be made to forget to stab a toddler.

But no surprise to Ray.

"They're demon kings, aren't they? That's how normal it is."

"Sure..."

In Ray's words, Dikuld suppressed the upset. But without knowing it, my body will have power.

On the other hand, Ray, who cut off his paralysis, showered his anger at the Demon King, who would never try to move.

"Hey! Come on, Raccoon, stop sleeping! I'm not as fond of you as I am of this trap of discovery!

I can't afford to buy time. I just need to make you imitate it, so I can get angry.

Then, sparing a moment, the Demon King laughed out.

"─ Heh-heh."

The demon king lifted his body as if the reverse playback video were lifted and floated, freely manipulating the magic full of venues, with a laugh whose hair still contained spookiness.

Its body is as wet as it was after it was rained by dust and sand, but there was not a drop of blood mixed in with the droplets dripping from its body.

"What's wrong?

"No, I just couldn't help laughing."

To the fact that I, the Demon King, was overwhelmed by only two boys.

There is no such thing as being alone. Even with the right opponents, they would have won enough.

But is it so much trouble to mesh?

A useless collaboration, like knowing more about each other than they do about themselves. From the first shift to this point, the two of them have complemented each other's movements without exchanging words, and have used them to connect to the next.

It's not something that goes overnight all morning. No, it's not a mature party or something you can do inside. Not to mention at this level, he has no experience either.

"I wonder what it takes for people like you to grow up."

"I don't know, just ask our parents."

Though I don't want to give it back, the truth is Ray agrees with the Demon King. Rather, Ray, who knows exactly how Dikuld is out of line, may have stronger thoughts.

"Well, let me ask you something after I kill you."

"Don't talk a lot today, Demon King. No, the usual? Aren't you pretty chatty?

It was ironic to refer to the demon king who had exposed his purpose to the proposal, but he gave a strange look to his face, as he said that the demon king who heard it hadn't noticed himself.

"What do you think? I'm usually an oligarchy person, but when I look at you, words really come out with my mouth poked, don't they? Why? Maybe I want to succumb to you busy."

To the appearance that the Demon King himself was not well aware of his mood, Ray wondered whether the protection of the Evil God was having spiritual repercussions. The speculation was both right and wrong, but one thing I can say is that I can't afford to keep chatting to the Rays for a long time.

"Well, then, let him give in."

Laughing challengingly, this lookout gathers the magic of the Reduced Hoya in the palm of his right hand. How many times will it be a reduction just today? I can't make up for that number in 10 or there anymore.

It's just that the Demon King starts to feel weird, too. I began to wonder if it exceeded the limits that could be stored with magic vegetables to the attitude of Ray, who never seemed to be exhausted at the bottom, and the use of too much luxury that seemed completely unconcerned with consumption.

But as it turns out, the enormous magic figures, which have just arrived at 10%, create alarm.

I didn't think it would arrive.

On the other hand, the deep red brilliance of the palms increased its strength and began to shine as strong as laser light.

This is my territory.

Niyah raised the corner of his mouth, Ray. Release that deep red bullet toward the ground where the Demon King's magic is embedded. Shortly afterwards, the light exploded and the magic was anointed with magic.

Remaining scum of drifting red pieces and the earth turned into steel ground by magic filling.

As the word goes, it changed there to Ray's territory. However, Ray uses it immediately without sparing any effort.

─ ─ 90% left!

Ray, who has the ability to guess his opponent's Magic Residual, only focuses on sharpening that Residual. While that is a step towards a definite victory, this victory and loss of battle will be left to Dikuld, who will prepare himself steadily for the next.

"Demon blast!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is what I want to use but left the city for. Of course, I knew I would be pushed back just like earlier, but considering that, I took some distance from the city.

Magic starts a rampage, not once, but locally and continuously. And a demon bullet that flies far to push it out. One by one, even if it's small, it gradually cuts the Demon King's margin.

But the Demon King himself didn't have a hand full of it. A shrugged tentacle meshes into the sky. And the thread of that net blew out a bump and a swell demon bullet.

360 degrees, released from all directions, that's a knack for Alice and the others who were fighting at the Royal College.

Besides, processing is added to it, and it becomes a demon bomb, not a demon bullet, and it strikes the two of us.

"Huh...! Spiritual light......"

"Dick, don't move!

Ray put a stop to Dikuld trying to use his shape-changing skills. As he tried to be swallowed up by a storm of demon bullets, he did not try to faintly move from the spot.

and, at the next moment, the surrounding space roars violently and bends over to Gnyagnya.

Ray's skills, the power of distorted space.

The space, which was supposed to convey the effects of the Demon Bomb, deviates to flow only around Ray and Dikuld, passing on.

Complete defense, so to speak, separate from isolated space.

But as before, Ray doesn't consider this defense to be truly complete. I also know its weakness because I use it on the assumption that it will be broken.

A distorted space is literally just a skill to distort space. It's not like completely cutting off space, like isolated space. That is why there was another weakness in distorted space, apart from its vulnerability to the spatial magic of space-based skills.

It's about making sure the spaces are connected.

For example, suppose there were apples and clay that pictured them. In these two, when a knife named Skill is dropped ston from the top, the apple is in two straight, and the clay is only gnarly recessed in the middle. And when you lift only one side with it tilted 90 degrees, the apple lifts only half but the clay stays shapeless.

So what happens if we drop a drop of water from the top here? It will also stop at the amount to be dropped, but the apple stops at the cutting surface through the surface of the red skin and does not fall on the lower apple. Meanwhile, the clay flows through the surface of Gugnagna and reaches the other side.

The apple cut in half at this time is the quarantine space, and the gnegne and curved clay is the distorted space. As I mentioned in the example, the distorted space passes through the curved space and returns to the space it was supposed to pass through.

I mean, recieve it, but there's a deadly hole in it. A deadly hole is a one-way attack. Precisely two directions, including the other side of it, but let's put it down now.

Now Ray is expanding it over the sky. But if the explosion were just as imminent from the side, it would go beyond the curved space and reach the Rays.

Very user-friendly skills.

The attack from all directions only delays the arrival slightly. Never a substitute for absolute defense.

"Caught, Dick"

So Ray used the moment travel taught by Sylvia to make an immediate exit. As long as you get the extra tip, it's easy to do. It widens Ray's strategy and avoids it smoothly.

Is the problem that I get spatially drunk if I'm not used to it?

Dikuld, with his superhuman physical abilities, was also unlike that and nauseated along the way. So much so that jumping into a distorted space can cause a significant disturbance to the senses of the whole body, starting with the triple tube. Instead, Dikuld, who reacts sharply to that change because of his superhuman physical abilities, broke his knee almost simultaneously when the surrounding view returned.

On the other hand, with the same principle that skaters don't turn their eyes, Ray, who overcame it with repeated repetitive exercises, is unlikely to have survived. I didn't think I could use it continuously, like Sylvia did...

However, the magic of instantaneous movement is that this is the neck, in a few magics both the offense excel, and there are a lot of things that burn in mastery with the admirable sound of the word of instantaneous movement, but the vast majority of them can be activated but not used, so that's where you should meditate your eyes.

Because of this, the magic of instantaneous movement is the magic of spatially connecting points A and B. By its very nature, the farther away it becomes, the less user-friendly it becomes.

So what the Rays moved about was the demon king, eyes and the tip of their nose. Soon after, the demon king, who sensed the signs of the Rays, does not share the demon blast storm and approaches the two of them.

"Well, you're coming"

Ray immediately laid his hands on the ground in the motion he had anticipated.

"Earthwall!

The earth exalted to reject the Dobba and the Demon King. Without hesitation, the Demon King, who penetrated every body, breaks through the walls of the Dogo, the Dogo, destroys and pushes forward. A number of walls of the earth, as many as 10, were penetrated without buying a second and time.

On the arm is the Devil's Sword extended to 2 meters. The magic power for the injection had contracted on his legs, as if even to rocket start, but in the eyes of the demon king who blew up the last wall, he did not see the opponent unleashing it.

Yes, the walls are just dazzling. My destiny is...

"Oh, that's where the mines are buried, huh?

From the sky that way, my voice came down, and at the same time, the foot of the Demon King bounces and flies.

Severe explosion sounds and blasting flames blowing up. Ray, who confirmed that the Demon King would be swallowed in it, opens the door.

"Look, it's an addition"

Ray sprinkles about 100 demon stones from the top.

While standing on one leg and supporting Dikuld, Ray, standing, left the scene immediately when he finished it - instantly, the black lightning struck him.

Instead of a fierce light, black lightning scattering darkness shoots Ray and Dikuld together.

"Huh...!

"Gu......!

Black violet electricity that can play with bees. Bringing paralysis even from the top of the demonic costume was a slight blow to the armor-only Dikuld. My skin burns and my blood steams back.

"It won't work, your attack."

"Huh...!

A soothing black figure popped up before the two wrapped in full body black lightning.

Eyes that emit red bright light. His eyes, like those of a demon seeking blood, were directed towards Dikuld, who could not resist the power of black thunder.

"Let's start with you..."

"Heh... get out of the way!

Ray kicks Dikuld in the eye. Thanks to the demonic costume that reduced the black thunder. Instead, the Devil's Sword, which was supposed to pierce Dikuld, gently pierced the Devil's costume and pierced Ray's abdomen.

Blood splash that blows out. The feeling of a sharp blade protruding.

Before being shocked by the fact that the demon costume didn't make sense, the wrist connected to the demon sword was about to be returned.

"Gu...... reflex!

In a gap where the demon costume was trying to resist without, Ray bounced back the demon sword trying to turn his torso into two straight pieces. That made me scratch Ray's stomach, but it's far better than his lower body being exposed. Fortunately, it hadn't even reached the gut, and the blood just lingered to blow out economically.

But for the Demon King, there's no option to miss. Close range. A demon sword stretched out of the other hand approached Ray's neck - but Dikuld's unleashed blue arrow, which escaped under the influence of black lightning, bounced back with the energy of annihilation.

"Rebellion!

Ray created a very small space where he plays everything he touches with the Demon King. I don't mind the wound opening, I prioritized taking distance and bounced myself and the Demon King off at the same time.

Rey, who leaned back against his neck in what was likely to be a whip with a gnaw, and was bounced off to the ground, landed with a crunchy spin as he scattered a blood splash from his belly.

"Go..."

Blood and pain flowing out of the wound not shallow. Force him to hold it down with his hands and throw the liquid of the potion directly into his mouth from the storage space.

Goku rattled his throat and drank it all at once, generating an instant oversized demon bullet. I unleashed it into a demon king floating in the air.

The demon bullet released reduces its volume as you look at it and explodes when each person condenses to a size that is likely to be critical.

"Ray, are you okay?"

"I don't know. Don't move there, okay? That one will return."

Ray cautions Dikuld, who rushes over. As its advice suggests, even the extraordinary Demon Bomb, without difficulty, the Demon King pushed back. From that face, at some point the spare grin disappeared and until earlier it began to finely regulate the magic that had been releasing in vain.

I finally realized that I was about to be pushed into Jiri poverty, even though I had not yet been given a decision. So I won't lose my mind like bouncing back into disorder until earlier.

Bounced all of that back towards the two Rays.

"Distortion"

A ray that twists and bends the space and diverts the storm of destruction from left to right. The blood flowing out of my belly has not stopped yet, and my expression is rude. Bias, it was because of Dikuld's shelter and wounds. Still, Ray shelters Dikuld, distorting his face in agony, yet precisely controlling the space.

Dikuld, who could only watch such a ray, grabbed his fist.

Ever since I left the city, it's almost like Ray is fighting alone. Instead, like a foot, he was sheltered and even wounded.

Again.

Also, haven't I reached Ray?

That sentiment is equivalent to what I once felt in a militant tournament, and for what I have not been beaten by that power, I quite dictate Dikuld's mind there.

The thought of regret and the desire not to burden just one Ray overlaps and tightens his chest.

Emotions roar.

If you don't want to lose, you want to be strong.

I wished from the bottom of my heart.

So... he gets stronger.

"Ahhh!!!

This is his true price. Proof of being an abnormal child given by heaven.

I want to be strong.

If you wish so strongly, he can easily cross the wall.

No matter how high the wall it is.

Whatever enemy it may be.

Whatever irrational thing that is.

Unless he kills Dikuld's heart, he smashes all of it and becomes strong.

Blue to Bi. darker. Stronger.

A pale fire dwells in his heart.

I scratched out Dickird's arm.

A rough storm that rolled right after blows up the earth and scratches even a storm of destruction.

"Ha ⁉ hey, what have you done now ⁉ *"

Awakening from a sudden roar. The servant Ray, too, was stunned by this.

I felt like I was no longer reminded of the anomaly of my rivals, who had easily overcome the wall in this earthen pitch.

Seeing Ray like that, Dikuld squeezed his sword hard enough to ascertain his power, he said.

"I'm the one who attacked, Ray's the one who supported you, right?

The satisfying look on that face also makes me look like I'm laughing.

To that look, Ray sighed deliberately that you were.

"Then go. I'll give you my full support."

"Thank you. Next, finish"

Resolve in your mouth. Dikuld is moving one step forward.

Meanwhile, at the instigation of a storm caused by sword speed, the Demon King, who fell to earth, was gazing at Dikuld's change. In those eyes, suspicion arises, as does Ray.

Just sword pressure, wiped out the magic?

It's unscrupulous. It's violence of power.

Until now, obviously not.

But...

"It's time, isn't it, the limit?

─ ─ The end of that power is near.

"Ten seconds."

That's what I said, Dikuld disappeared.

"Kahaha... ⁉"

Impact piercing the belly. The air leaked out of his lungs by so much power. Before he understood what he had done, he was now hit hard in the neck by something, and the next moment he was slapped from the face to the ground. I think he kicked me in the stomach and forced me to wake up...

─ ─ 9 seconds left.

"Haze... guha, stuff, meh... ugh!

A tremendous physical ability far exceeding the demon king's perceptual abilities. If this was still a limited race called God or hero, I could be convinced.

But there are 15 boys in front of you. Its power is still developing. Nonetheless, he possesses no less physical abilities than the complete demon king.

Don't call this a monster, what is it?

The Demon King could do nothing but stiffen the shell and protect Dikuld's onslaught.

─ ─ 8 seconds left.

"Ha, you're too fast, dude"

Only at that moment of slamming the gladiator, the appearance of Dikuld, who appears as if he were Kasumi, mirrors his two hands. I don't even chase the remnants to the excess speed, and I'm no longer sure what I'm doing.

Instead of following it with his eyes, Ray could only watch Dikuld's movements, which he didn't know what he was doing, reversed his position from earlier and could not be supported.

─ ─ 7 seconds left.

The Demon King already didn't know if he was standing or even falling. Unconscious before and after. The spectacular shifting scene occasionally shows shadows like kasumi, but it doesn't even come true to touch it.

The Demon King was made complete but remained.

─ ─ Six seconds remaining.

Dikuld made the battle his turn entirely. The number of slaughters we had already shot in was on 100 platforms. The Demon King's demonic costume was distorting its original form, repairing and destroying it repeatedly, and as a result, was about to break.

Approximately half the time remaining. This momentum can cut it off. But there, before the limits of the body, the sword screamed.

─ ─ 5 seconds left.

The sword disintegrates from the roots. Instead of broken pockets, he couldn't stand Dikuld's movements and collapsed into pieces.

One shot. The slaughter Dikuld was supposed to add to the Demon King, reduced.

But instead a fist of rigid arms protruding deep into the belly of the demon king blew its body far above it.

"Gaha......!

─ ─ 4 seconds left.

"Drop it, wow, demon king!

Telephone straight. I didn't care about the preliminary motion or anything, I kept everything at that speed, and Dikuld's fist swung down diagonally with all my might.

Severe collision sounds. The crossed demon king's arms and the shockwave in which Dikuld's fists were born bumping into each other affect the ground directly below, shaking the city of the king's capital.

"You fall!

─ ─ 3 seconds left.

Demon King with scaffolding to trample on and Dikuld with nothing.

No matter how much power you win, it dramatically changes your strength.

The momentum of the jump gradually turned backwards, causing the body to fall directly underneath...

"─ Right leg, Dick!

─ ─ 2 seconds left.

I caught a scaffold with stiff feet.

"Huh...! Whoa, whoa!

With the roar, squeeze the power of your whole body.

When the retreat turned forward and the leg stretched out, the demon costume was shattered.

Cocksucker!

The sound of broken bones. Dikuld's power and his own. The demonic costume that was accepting it crumbles, and instead the right arm of the demon king bends to the middle big letter between his elbow and wrist.

"Fall!

─ ─ 1 second left.

All the magic of the scaffolding, the demon king's body to the best of his power, slammed him down to the ground.

And ─ ─ 0 seconds left.

"That's it."

operational limits. The fire that was burning his body hot scratched out. But the fire on his heart has not yet gone out.

Do all that at all costs, pour it in. To your left.

"Spiritual light waves ah!!!

All the roots of his power in his left hand were unleashed...