A blue stream of light stretched diagonally from the sky to the ground, like the sun shining from between clouds. Blue and white flame-like heat shooting and the destructive power that crushes and blows away exhaustion on rays like dragon braces.
Its photothermal heat and destruction were scattered around it in a high tone, like the intense light and the starting sound of the machine.
When the light cleared and my ears were able to pick up the sound of the wind, the people who were trying to evacuate through the mountains, the wounded who were watching the battle from afar from the whole city, and Ray who was fighting with me, also had to be relieved by the unusual sight.
"What a ridiculous move..."
Mushroom clouds grew rapidly with explosive flames and earthly smoke that rose in the sky. The clouds that were white were overall brown and cloudy enough to contain rising coal dust heavenly and shed black shadows.
Beneath it, a large, hollow ground, as if it had been subjected to an air strike. Then the black-burned earth spreads to surround it, and the sand-crushed debris climbs into the sky with the mockingbirds and rising smoke.
A power that no longer counts as one natural disaster and does not suck.
The power of turning from the surface to the hard rock formations deep in the earth into dust and burning even to the earth will not be very reproduced in today's rays. When it comes to a single blow, the mountain is about to run a crack on the ground at best.
If you can, it's only a human being called a hero or a finite race above it. They are what they call outsiders.
And nothing is in that area, not just heroes or gods.
"Won't you die even then?"
A figure wrapped in the rising purple flame amidst white smoke. Its disastrous appearance appears to float clarity even in smoke.
And with a thousand eyes, it's cooler, and with clairvoyance, I can see in detail that body buried in white smoke.
You've got to be kidding me. I want to throw it away.
The purple blue armor was swinging like a palm flame. The damage to the flesh hidden in it seems to be like a scratch, except for the left arm that Dikuld smashed at first glance.
My face is unwittingly drawn.
To the skill of playing the demonic costume in time during that blow and the overwhelming hardness of not being destroyed instantly.
Exactly. Iron walls. Unwavering walls.
Beyond that, Dikuld, who broke his arm alone, is actually a big deal. Even for a moment, I broke that iron wall.
But the price was huge.
"Wow... that doesn't fit"
Landing on his knees, Dikuld confirmed the Demon King in the smoke, lifting his fat sweat on his forehead and whining.
"Not at all.... Dick, don't expect me to ask, how much more can we fight?
"Unfortunately... it's bad for Ray, but I've run out of magic and spiritual light. And the sword..."
Dikuld wakes up his careless body and shakes his unsure head small, lifting his right hand. On his right hand, the pattern of the broken sword was gripped by the vacillation, but he doesn't feel so new that he doesn't think he was just given it. It was a sword that was useless no longer.
An arm holding such a broken sword pattern trembles into small pieces due to fatigue, and similar carelessness strikes his whole body.
"Clearly, for a while, I'm useless."
Because Dikurdo is too specialized in physical strengthening, for better or worse, the price of combining unique skills with limit sublimation and spiritual fatigue, which use up magic, becomes so great that it is difficult to continue fighting afterwards.
The high pitch of emotion, which also crosses the tolerable limit, significantly erodes the spirit of Dikuld. Combined with the exhaustion of the limit sublimation, the consciousness was blurred.
Therefore, Dikuld was aware that he was no longer out of combat, and predicted that he would be. Still, I also think that that place was a convoluted occasion.
To spare, powerlessness. I couldn't break the demon costume. It's immature.
When I finished, it was a rush that didn't really fit the bill.
One arm that was barely used and a half reduction of virtually any remaining battle power.
This unequal consideration was a true demonstration that it was not a one-in-one situation or any advantage.
But that's why it's different to blame Dikuld for using up his powers early.
This is all I did, not just one arm, but this is all I did, so I could break one arm.
Even if it wasn't reciprocal, it was a whole lot of work, and if it was the same situation, Ray would have done everything he could to chase it.
Besides, if you change your mind, a single point focused attack proves to be more effective than a large-scale attack.
After that, how do we create the situation? No, unlike Dickold, Ray isn't specialized in anything, but it's a question of whether he can create it.
"... well. Then I'll take care of the rest. Dick would be nice here."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'll let you."
With flirtatious feet, Dikuld turned his back on Ray to at least move to an uninterrupted spot - that was when.
"" Huh...!
What they both felt at the same time was the movement of magic. It is also a stream of magic that has blown up all at once, from the depths of the earth without magic sensing.
Shortly after I felt it, the flow had already stopped flying to the surface.
"Di...!
"Eh!
Ray, who prompts vigilance, and Dikuld, who reacted. But the next moment, compared to the tentacles that popped out of the ground behind me, it's too slow.
"Gaha!"
A speary sharp spear pierces Dikuld's body. As a result of the reaction, the target slipped from the hair heart to the lateral lungs, but it was impossible to avoid or defend it while jumping out.
That's not because they were alarmed, but because this tentacle wasn't just magical enough to be supplied and manipulated.
The secret is the same magic spray skills that allow the Demon King to evade speeding. This was used in conjunction with materialization.
For the first time, magic is possible with the skill of releasing a magic spray from a far away underground towards the target and the speed of activation that can be instantly supplied.
One of those moves you can't imitate is Ray, who doesn't possess magic spraying skills.
The trouble with this move is that the interval between sensing and arrival is too short. Conversely, that is arguably the excellence of this sorcery, but also in that it is unlimited and difficult to detect in advance, as is the case with long-range shooting.
"... Ha..."
"Dick, hold on!
There's a hole in his lungs, and his hazy consciousness drifts further away. Pushed back by overflowing blood, I can't breathe properly.
Although the tentacles skewering the left chest had already been slashed off by Ray, the damage was far greater than the earlier price, etc.
"Dick, can you drink this?"
"Ma... ah..."
A life-threatening condition. Not like this, you shouldn't. Yes, Ray, judging instantly, when he hugs Saddly Dickold's head, hangs the removed potion on the wound and tries to make him drink it.
But not yet, Dikuld tries to draw Ray's attention, saying it should still come, but the voice is raging and hard to hear, and Ray mistakenly just replied.
"Don't let go of your consciousness yet, drink this up somehow!
"Chi... but..."
"Fine, drink sassy! You're really gonna die!
Potion is a medicine that only enhances natural healing. Instead of blood, the wound doesn't disappear in an instant. Things are different from healing magic that can bone or block wounds.
Treatment with potions is a battle against time. I needed to get him to drink as soon as possible.
As a result, Ray was forced to pour potion into Dikuld's mouth, which he also tried to draw attention to. Because I really thought he was going to die.
But that's the same as Dickold's. Ray had strayed greatly from the Demon King.
And as Dikuld thought, magic erupts from deep underground aiming at Ray.
"Huh!"
But if you put it within the scope of magic sensing, you'll notice that you're being targeted, too.
Ray flied forward with Dikuld's body grabbed reflexively. After that moment, as we sensed, the tentacles jump right behind them to the rays, but because they can only be ejected in one direction, the movement is much slower than the previous tentacles.
Ray deformed his arm's armor more sharply in that gap, trying to slash down its fundamental--
"Huh...!
Time difference firing.
Four magic powers blown up late come up to surround the two sides. And then he hit Ray, ignoring the lying Dikuld.
The rate at which your feet are restrained at the same time as you move from sensing to responding anymore. I didn't have time to think about which one to flatter.
Then, a moment late on his leg, his arm is also restrained, and the initial tentacle deforms into the demon hand where the movement is further dull, grabbing Ray's neck.
"Huh...! Kaha!"
Attack one turn.
In front of Ray, hung from the air with his neck and hands and feet, the Demon King stepped down from the sky with plenty of room.
"Let's Play So Far"
Gatsy restrained rays to the neck and Dikuld draining blood from his mouth to the ground. If I tell you, it's like a captured beast and a beast shot out with an arrow. After that, just wait for the hunter to stab you with a todome.
Without the Demon King having to wrap it up, this victory or loss of battle was already never there when Dikuld's full power was not delivered.
"I was a little surprised, but the breakthrough of limits is still a sword of blades. I wonder if we can rely on it yet?"
"Ugh... Ugh..."
A demon who won't let go of his airway. Tighten your neck as if to crush it and twist down Ray's resistance. Ray also quickly reached out to the demon hand and tried to slash and tear that hand from its roots, but if he could swing from body to body and beat it to the ground, his aim would also be misaligned. Ray's resistance ended empty.
"You fight really smart like no other. Making an imitation of me is also an obstacle to eclampsia, but it's really hard to get around"
The Demon King who beats Ray to the ground over and over again with Dogga, Dogga, Dogga, and Dogga, while speaking at length, perceives Ray's resistance beforehand and constantly hurts Ray.
"Totally...... reading in your hand is also tiring to the head. But it's something you can often afford to think about in the middle of a fight."
Is that a complaint in its current form? A sigh leaks to Ray, who abuses diverse loose moves and tries to get out of custody.
That was more of a nasty exhalation to say that you still don't know the difference in force than a hassle.
It's a mood of sight from above with a lot of overconfidence, but the fact is, Ray's attack is too late for the Demon King. Put it on all sides, even instantly for Ray, the same time given enough to deal with it for the Demon King.
Until earlier, Dikuld was responsible for the speed with which that difference could be filled, but now he is in a state of death. The inability to get out of this restrained state was also due to its lack.
"Shouldn't you like to apprentice him a little more and brush his arms? Well, it's too late to do that now."
Neither magic nor magic stones make sense before the Iron Wall of the Demon King. The demon bomb that strikes everything down can't be used either because it's dropped around Dikuld, who can't move on purpose. Momentary movement means nothing in the first place when it is in contact.
No power, no speed, it's like it's not enough.
That's why Ray was forced to make a choice.
─ ─ Do we have to do this?
Now use it or not to explode and amplify what you want.
But that's the back hand. At the end of the day, when there was nothing I could do, I spared a little to be able to resist - no, the trump card I left behind to win.
─ Not yet. It's too early. It looks like we're gonna use a breakthrough on this guy, we're never gonna win.
Ray chose not to use the trump card after all. That's because I had to fight a demon king who was fully fledged.
Regardless, I don't expect to be able to defeat you when that happens. But with half a day, Charstena will be able to use that move again.
Then the demon king, who is not even the final form, must defeat himself.
Time for her to recover, if she doesn't earn it.
All we need to do to do that is, until the end, be prepared to leave a trump card.
Power returns to your eyes. Strength in the arms. If your opponent wants to crush your neck, I'll crush that demon's hand instead.
Ray tensions with the force that binds his arms with both arms elevated by demonic contractions. Shivering violently, he repeated every step of the way, gradually but when his arm was about to approach his throat--the roar rose.
"Whoa, whoa!
Roaring with the momentum to exhale all the air left in the body with the blood, Dikuld confronts the Demon King with that body that no longer has much speed or power left.
Burning his rubbed spirit, he squeezed his last force, gathering slightly leaked spiritual light in his right hand, and shook it.
"Is it that much anymore?"
A decisive blow. To Dikuld, who looms with his life scattered, the Demon King stretches his softly remaining left arm into his chest with a cold look like a loss of interest.
"─ Black Thunder"
A lethal bullet was emitted along with a bursting sound that ripped the tympanic membrane suddenly. Black thunder that penetrated Dikuld's heart and stretched out into the sky. Thin, piercing Dikuld's chest as if it were a single knife, scattering darkness.
The bees and the whole body have current, and white smoke leaks out of their mouths to escape the heat in their bodies.
"Heh!
A speechless voice. Heavy heat runs through Ray's body, shaking his body with jitter. In front of that ray, Dikuld flew consciousness this time and fell down.
"It's ugly. Die already, too."
A sword just a blade stretched out of Ray's hand that slashed and tore Ray's abdomen once. It hits the neck of the lifted ray.
Absolutely deadly. But two letters of defeat in Ray's eyes, not even one of those scales has floated.
Ray chewed his back teeth and decided to strike out at the last resort.
That is, the limit projection-
"─ Wing cutter!
That's when a voice shouted its magic name from nowhere. Ray and the Demon King stopping the movement unintentionally.
After a while, everyone in this world knows that a wind with a sharp blade on the body of the Demon King strokes, but not someone who can be managed with intermediate magic.
But the blonde boy, who nevertheless stood a dignified staff and stripped his fangs to the demon king, cried out bravely.
"Get your brother off me!
That's how he shouted and started chanting again through magic on his wand, Skull. Without even caring about it, the Demon King asks Ray, who had his eyes open with a flashing look in front of him.
"Oh? Is that your brother? You're stupid with all your brothers. Don't you know the difference in strength?"
At the same time as the words, the Demon King stretched out his tentacles without even turning to Skull. The speed was slowly released as if to show Ray, but surely with the speed and hardness to kill.
But I'm not Ray, given that much time, and I can't do anything.
-Inclusive space!
Alas, Ray released the quarantine space that was covering Charstena. Immediately, expand to the perimeter of the skull. An invisible wall plays a tentacle and turns it into a protective wall that protects the skull.
and, at the same time, Ray exceeded his limits.
This is not the case if you have spared it already. This is not a situation where we can wait for Charstena to recover.
Within the time limit, can it be defeated or wiped out?
Dikrd's life, Sukrt's life, and the lives of the people who live in the king's capital are now in the hands of Ray alone at this moment.
So... with everything we can hold, we take this guy down.
"Hahhhh!
The hunted down determination becomes red and surprising.
Tear off the restraints on your arms and legs and crush your demon hands. The blade placed on his neck bounced in a rebellious space, and in an explosively increased perception, Ray kicked into the face of a flashing demon king.
"Ku... ⁉ What did you do!
The Demon King, who saw his second breakthrough in the limit, was upset, holding his face down and retreating unconsciously. On that upset, Ray slaps in 12 slashes.
But even the power swelled up by the breaking of limits does not lead to breaking the Demon King's demonic costume.
"Damn."
The opposite position is that you can't penetrate the opponent's defense. Whether you are struck, slashed, or bewitched, you will not fall. That was supposed to be Ray's strength, but the iron wall above it doesn't work with the back hand I left with patience on top of it.
I couldn't help but look at my teeth. I couldn't help throwing up evil.
Even though he had no choice, Ray, who put a time limit on himself, can't possibly have the option of eating and tying his teeth, but doing nothing, long before the hopelessness of half a day, knocking in as many attacks as he can think of.
But the moment and the time that is shredded creates a rush within the unconscious.
The rush impairs delicate movements and creates mistakes.
Mistakes overlap and create absolute gaps.
Negative chains joined, leading Ray to that time.
Blood splashes. Diagonally from the shoulder, tear apart all the demon costumes and scales.
Ray collapsed from his knee.
With that in his eyes, Skull screams like a sorrow, but from there in quarantine, he hears nothing. It's just the wind blowing, including the tranquility of the end.
"I was amazed at the last limit crossing... but now it's really over"
The slaughtered place has heat and is hot as if it is broiled in fire. As far as it is likely to reach the sternum, the heartbeat sounds in the back of the deeply cut chest, overflowing with blood.
─ ─ Goku.
Ray stood on his knees in front of the Demon King, quietly honking his throat as he lowered his hands without force.
"Die in despair. You couldn't even reward me."
The blade swung down against his neck. Ray showed no resistance whatsoever to that, and waited.
─ ─ When the demon costume and blade collide.
"Fixed"
Small spinned words. Aim for when the speed is loose when you hit the demon costume and restrain that hand.
Then, instantly kneeling up, hips up, and standing up, Ray puts his strength to his right leg, holding the sword tight at hip height with both hands, screaming his last move in a mood.
"Instant wow!
Super acceleration from super close range. Gathering the momentum ahead of the sword, Ray went straight ahead.
For Ray, who once was torn through his demonic costume with it, as far as I can think of, he may be able to break down the demon king's iron wall. With the explosively increased propulsion and the force that concentrated him on one point, he tried to break down that iron wall.
But...
"I knew it."
Its acceleration and force pierced the broken right arm plugged in between and stopped it in the demonic costume of the Demon King's chest.
"... ahhh..."
To this, Ray the boulder also has to understand defeat.
Left over moves?
There is no such thing. This was really my last hand.
"- Magic explosion."
That's not the word out of Ray's mouth. It was emanated from the mouth of the Demon King.
A compressed demon bullet blows Ray's body and wraps it around his body at the same time.
Concentration increases. Stronger brilliance.
And I took no time to reach my limit.
Purple glow showing increased concentrations to the limit. Ray was swallowed up during his second magic rampage today.
"─ You're interrupting."
He was slashed in two.
No, that's just what the cracks that run up and down on the magic that covers Ray look like, and Ray's body hasn't been slashed slightly.
"Damn, he's a burning son of a bitch."
In an absolute situation, the light of hope shoots.
Ray broke his face when he was released and fell to the ground.
"Dad, you're here! And your mother!
In front of Ray was the figure of Redick and Mullah.
"Damn, what is this situation? The city's in trouble."
Redik took a glimpse of the city, where the outer gate blew up and the wreckage of the collapsed building remained.
Then he turned his gaze in turn toward Schult, who stuck his gaze against the wall of invisibility, Dikuld, who fell and lay down, and the Demon King, who stood by his side, and finally leaned his neck.
─ ─ Looks like I've seen it somewhere... I can't remember. Well, I don't care.
In such a way, Redick gave up exploring his immediate memory, but he is not so inexperienced in combat as to truncate even his alienation. Turn your utmost vigilance to the Demon King.
Mullah, who was following behind such a Redick, gently touches its body as she slowly approached Ray.
"Be impotent again. And why are you even scratching?"
"Well, there's a lot going on. But Skull won't get hurt."
Ray didn't even know why Skull was here, but I don't want to blame my brother for being unscrupulous when he braved himself to help. So Ray replied, dragging Mullah's anger away to avoid flying to the skull.
"But did you get hurt... and drink potion?
Second, Mullah, who tried to touch Ray's wound, even as he talked about it, with his enhanced natural healing power, sees the wound healing and lowers his drink.
Ray nodded one at Mullah's inquiry and turned his gaze to Chirali and Dikuld.
"Mom, you can use healing magic, right? Can you heal Dick for me?
"Yeah, of course it is. But..."
Mullah nodded one to Ray's favor, but sees Dikuld fall right next to the Demon King and stops the word.
You can't come near me if you want to treat me.
The appearance of stopping a human at a glance and the unparalleled purple blue magic that wraps around its body. Doesn't it look just like the evil demon king you preach?
I couldn't have come near you by accident.
"... apparently it's not your fault this time"
Tension runs on Mullah's face. Retired from Adventurer, for 15 years now. How many years, such as the battle to risk your life and challenge you? Even if no, there is strength in the hand holding the wand.
Ledik opens his mouth, knowing or not the inside of such a mullah.
"Mullah. Hey, stay away from here. This guy's a little silly, he's got to be serious."
"Are you serious...? I'd rather stay."
"Dick's boy, he's gonna die anyway, huh? When that happens, you don't have a face to match the Graham one. Don't worry about me, heal him away."
If you say so, Mullah just has to snort.
But it was the first time. What Reddik said to stay away from, though for treatment.
That makes Mullah aware of the difference in strength that has opened up greatly during parenting.
"... ok"
Mullah lowered her wand and nodded small. To her, Ray told me everything.
"Mother, I'll stay instead. If it's about cover, I can do it."
"... stop. It'll get in the way of Redick."
"Nothing's good, Mullah. Ray is another adventurer in public. Make him like he wants."
Mullah says for a moment to Redick's unexpected helpship.
Ledik is right, Ray is already an adult and does his job. It may not be a good idea to treat children too much forever.
But I'm worried. I don't want to leave you in a dangerous place because of Redick.
But I also felt this way.
Ledik told me to stay away from him, and that maybe Ray wouldn't object to staying because he recognizes Ray's power.
"... if that's what you say"
Mullah nodded reluctantly. I feel convinced, but I don't want to.
The relentless Redik then replaces the overprotective Mullah and advises Ray with his back turned.
"But, Ray. Protect your life responsibly."
"... I know, Dad"
A father's back that he doesn't seem to be able to afford at any point. Is it from an opponent who can't win if he doesn't take his word for it, even though he talks and doesn't let go of his sight for a moment from the Demon King?
By then, is the Demon King strong now? My father's back, who always kept walking in front of Ray, looked smaller than usual because of his mind.
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
Redick lays down his sword. A sword carved with a dragon tattoo at shoulder height with a look that makes you enjoy battling a nigga. And he dropped his hips and spread his legs.
"Do you want a family reunion now?
"No offense, did I make you wait?
"No, breaking up is necessary, isn't it? The more it is a terribly desperate parting, the more beautiful it is, and the emotions that sprout later also become more pure. If so, there is nothing in the way of goodbye"
"Ah? Ome, what are you talking about? Don't bring it out of my story."
Redik doesn't know what he's talking about, he curses at Ray, but he understands what the Demon King is trying to say.
The Demon King deepens his conviction that the resentment of the dead - in other words, is about to give birth to the protection of the Evil God.
"I'm sorry about that. Was it a matter that humans could not understand? So, instead, I'd like to ask you something."
That being said, the Demon King stretched his fingers softly toward Ray.
"To the boy there, what did you do?
"Ah? You don't know what that means. You're stuck."
"Now let's change the question. How did you raise a boy so far off track?
Redik burst out laughing at the Demon King asking in a serious voice.
"Damn, yes! You don't even know! Ray is my son. That's why, wherever you look, you don't do anything else."
"... I see. So, if we eradicate your blood, this case will be solved."
"No evil, but I can't do that. Me and Mullah are here to protect our boys. And then, if Ome screws up, it's all settled."
"I wish I could do that"
So the conversation between the two breaks off, and the shivering killer collides.
Both across the street. On the back, respectively, black and cloudy clouds and families.
The stare didn't last long.
No, I couldn't go on, Redick accidentally kicked the ground out.
With a flowing sophisticated movement, Redik sticks out his sword when he instantly packs the distance without even using his skills.
The opposing demon king grabbed the blade with his left hand and took it.
Then Redick quickly drew an arm with a sword, and drew the demon king with each of his arms. and at the same time punch in a decidedly upper from the bottom and spin a sword for each goon and demon king. With that centrifugal force, I blew it.
"Ray!"
Calling Ray's name without looking back, Redik rushed out, flushing his sword beside his waving body in a horizontal twist.
Ahead, the two colliding again.
Looking sideways at it, Ray held Dikuld and when he released the quarantine space, he rushed over to the side of Skull.
"You're not hurt, are you, Skull?
"Ugh...... yeah. Brother, I'm sorry. I interrupted."
"That's not true. That was a good time."
Whatever Ray says here, Mullah will scold you for Skull. But being resisted now for fear of it is a little too dangerous.
Ray gently lifted the skull with the opposite hand as gently as possible in charge of Dikuld's body, turning back to where Mullah was.
"Mother, should I carry Dick?
"It's okay. You'll stay here, won't you? Don't worry about anything over here, just think about taking that man down."
Second, Ray was worried that Mullah, with her fine arms, could carry Dikuld in this armor, but seeing my mother lifting that body easily with wind magic, I thought back to myself that I might have been worried.
And with an anxious look, Mullah leaves that battlefield with a skull that was watching Redik's battle. I guess Ledik is going to hit Dikuld's treatment somewhere where the aftermath of the battle doesn't arrive. For once, Ray put a few potions on it, so it won't mean he's going to lose his life, but if there's ever going to be a next time, it's a delicate thing whether he can recover the power he lost by then.
Ray, when he drops them off like that, turns a blind eye to Redick's battle.
The battle is mutual...... no, slightly but it looks like the Demon King is pushing it. In a previous battle, Redick played a mutual sword trident with the Demon King, who took in a massive amount of evil god protection, but this time seems a little unfavourable.
But against the Demon King, who crosses with his versatile moves and his overwhelming defense, all Redick is doing is battling sword moves. Other than passing magic through the sword, it doesn't look like you're using one of your skills.
When you think about it, it seems like you have some leeway left. But the anxiety in Ray is that he doesn't know what skills Redick himself possesses.
"Ha-ha-ha! It's been a while since the one with the bones came out!
"Take it as a compliment. You're strong, too, for humans."
They didn't stop moving during a high-speed battle that seemed slightly swept and visible in Ray's eyes, and they were mouthing each other. Can you afford that because they're still both far from serious in terms of how they look?
"There's no gap to get in..."
As you knew, Ray's strength, or more importantly speed, was overwhelmingly inferior to the two of us. That's why I've fought so far with the method of warfare that makes up for it, even when I was in Dikuld, but I still want eyes that at least don't miss a chance to interrupt.
"I don't know what to do... if I stay like this, the limit breaking will disappear too"
And when that happens, it's a complete leg wrap. I'm going to get away with it before it does, but I want to punch that demon king with a mighty one shot or so.
Ray continued to keep an eye on the battle between the two, keeping an eye on their minds so they could jump out at any time. Is it envy that dwells in its eyes? I was wondering if there was such a way of swinging a sword, and watching Redick move through it all with his sword alone.
Redick's movements are extremely simple. If it represents that way of fighting in a nutshell, slay it. End of story.
Feint of the Demon King, or an attack by a demon bullet, slashes Sue as if threading. The tentacles are always connected somewhere with the Demon King, so slap them from the roots. If they attack directly over there, they will wave and slay their swords themselves.
That's all. That's all, but Redick's sword, which is in the realm of completion as one mould, makes full, no, and twelve use of his physical abilities.
There's no waste. Even with the action of slashing one, its sword muscles are surprisingly light and also soft, even though they leave scratches on the demonic costumes that made Ray and Dikuld struggle. A move that allows you to deal with any attack on an ad hoc basis and slash it down.
"It's a great sword arm. The world is wide enough for you to count with your fingers."
"Ome is the best way to use magic."
We analyze each other's movements and gradually raise the gear. In the meantime, the Demon King sends praise to the arms of Redick's sword, while Redick, on the other hand, also returns it with praise.
"There were people who had similar powers to the ones I knew, but we got so much momentum in them, you know."
In terms of one skill at a time, one in every hundred people is such a skill as they have, but not all of them have covered this far.
"Sure, did you say something about a magic guide?
"It's magic."
Magic.
A move called that is roughly a generic term for seven skills.
Demon costumes, magic processing, demon dolls, magic materialization, demon stretching, magic spraying, and, demonic change.
Common to all of this is the direct use of magic, not in exchange for some effect, like any other skill. So those with two or more species can combine them and evolve into even more powerful moves.
For example, by combining magic materialization with demonic stretching, materialized magic can be quickly stretched and contracted.
The combination is infinite. I mean, the possibilities are endless.
The generic name is magic.
"Whoa, that's it, that's it. You almost fit."
Righteous for his mistakes, Redik laughs with Kerakera, even in the midst of a life deal. It's like you're playing. Even so, a sharp sword line with no alarm or gap surely slashes and throws away the sorcery.
It's a pain in the ass.
That is also against the performance of the sword, which melts the magic itself as if it were a hot knife that slashes the cheese.
"The Devil's Sword, is it? Did I just say" fever "?"
"It's a hassle"
Redick laughed off the pursuit of the Demon King and cut open his demon costume. The demonic costume of the trolls and incisions melted down - ignited.
"... you're finally awake."
The tattoo of Redick's swinging sword, which raised the corner of his mouth with a nibble, is scarlet stained to the medium.
"I see. 'Fire'? I didn't know you even had secondary effects... if I killed you, I'd take that sword."
The demon king put a little distance from Redik and stroked the slaughtered spot with his hand. Then the fire goes out and the demon costume goes back to normal.
"It's hassle again, you idiot. The ability of this sword, Scarlet Flame, is" Scorching. "If you touch me badly, I'll burn you, okay? Nobody admits it but me, 'cause he's a thug."
"Hehe, that's like a sword with a will. Some, aren't they too pervasive in that sword?
"Then use it. ─ Here you go."
Redick cast his poignant sword in front of the demon king without creation.
"Ha ⁉ha, what are you doing, dad ⁉ha"
Ray stunned his face at Redick, who dawned his weapon on the enemy during the battle, wondering if he was out of his mind.
On the other hand, on Redick's face, he has absolute confidence, and the demon king who preceded it, remembers bewilderment.
"... is it just stupid? Or because you even set some kind of trap?
"Do I look like I'm gonna do such a small job? Hey, I'm not freaking out, so hold it."
"... then let's try to get in the truck"
The Demon King's hand reaches out to the sword. Slowly, slowly, vigilantly, I don't know if I cared about the will of the sword or simply because I craved that sword, but I held the pattern of that sword.
And...
"... nothing will happen."
The Demon King, who pulled the sword out of the ground, normally lifted the sword, but seeing it has not caused any anxiety or regret in Redick's face.
Confusion deepens. But only one thing is certain.
"Again, don't let the will of the sword exist."
The moment I tried to finish saying it, suddenly a fierce fierce fierceness of burning erupted from my sword. The fire ravages the whole body of the demon king, and the sword falls from his hand zero.
On the verge of it falling to the ground, a blast of flames scattered from the tip of the sword. And the scarlet sword, which was flown by the blast, danced in the sky with a circle, and fell into the hands of Redick, which was raised in the sky, truly naturally.
"See? This guy has a rough temper."
"... I see. More and more, I wanted that sword. Great demon sword. If I kill you, will you recognize me as the Lord?
"I don't know that. Unless you kill me and ask him."
That being said, the scarlet sword tattoo that Redick had lifted directly beside him was burnt to roughly 60%.