Close enough that cloudy weather is likely to reach you. A lonely pillar plucked out of the earth that you can even hope for from far away, so much so that the gobbling and thunder are constantly pounding and, together, likely to serve as an excellent lightning rod there. But without wondering and lightning striking there, expose its top to those watching from below, as if it were a hanging platform that exposes sinners.
At the top there was frost, either for height or thin, and foggy. Its frost slightly dampens the top of the tower, blowing down along its shape like an avalanche. It was as if they were showing the breath of the clouds.
In such a lively fog, two men tried to stick their heads together and lay down.
"Huh..."
"Gu......"
There are two groans. A body that was forced to overlap each other screamed, unable to rise.
"Agoo......!
It was the Demon King who screamed at the pain. His skin was rotting down into repeated fevers and his blood was burning. The leg was already unable to confirm its existence, and only charcoal remained there.
And the residual incense of thunder that wraps around your whole body when you crawl out of your body like a snake tightens its weakened body and hurts even more.
But still, the Demon King was still alive. Gradually weakening. In the meantime, I was about to get up.
Should I say boulder, or should I be in awe? It only reigns at the top of the demon, and its vitality is awesome.
The Demon King replaces his lost limbs with magic and wakes up his body.
Meanwhile, Ray couldn't get up again either.
His falling ground was stained red with blood. Unlimit limit for limit breaking. It wasn't just the power that brought it about. It brought the price to Ray, arguably self-inflicted.
Countless wounds open so you can bounce from the inside and the feeling of bone flapping every time you move your body.
Especially with bounced shoulders and blood coming out of the open belly. Enhanced natural healing alone is so unstoppable.
As it was, it seemed only a matter of time before he lost his blood. It was a problem before I got up.
So Ray pressed his body against the sword in his hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!
You can't die yet. Yes, because I made up my mind. You can't fall until you win.
No matter how painful that is, I have no hesitation in leaving a scratch on this body.
Ray chose a life-saving measure that could not be roughly called treatment: burning that blood with heat and stopping the bleeding, just like the Demon King.
By the end of that treatment, originally self-inflicted, the Demon King, finally free from paralysis, had magically substituted his lost hands and legs and rose.
Seeing that, Ray also stood on the bright red ground for no more near seconds.
"Gaha......!
And while spitting the blood accumulated in the back of his throat, Ray also managed to get up on his own feet again.
"Ha, ha..."
"Ha, ha..."
Continuous breath.
Both fit well with the term full creativity.
In this case, it doesn't matter which one is badly injured, etc. With one more blow, I couldn't get up again, like that.
The two of them, who were to face each other on the sky again, just stood up and didn't even stand up.
It's no longer like I have it with my energy alone.
The Demon King had lost both hands and legs and suffered countless severe burns and lacerations to his body as well.
Ray, as a price for an unscrupulous breakthrough in his limits, had bones all over his body twitching, muscles cutting off, and a heavy strain on his gut.
Often neither of them showed movement, but with a rough breath, they just killed him with their gaze.
Tower of pinned and stretched earth over the earth. Nothing stands in the way of the battle between the two who stand at the top of it. Conversely, we can't expect anyone to help us, but that's where we want each other.
The remnants of the natural mutation thunderbolt into the sky, stretching the shadows of the two for a long time.
"Never thought I'd get this far. ─ But that will be enough. Let's end this now. Cut your life."
"... you're the one who dies, Demon King. I'm not going down anymore. I can't lose anymore. I won't let you take another one."
Ray pulled the red sword that supported his body out of the ground, gripping it firmly with both hands and lifting it in front of his body.
"Beat you, I'll finish it"
Close your eyes, quietly, chant in your heart.
─ ─ Limits crossed.
Once you've crossed the limit, again.
It doesn't matter if it's impossible or not. We need it, so we reach high.
To win. To survive. Don't lose anyone else.
More, more, stronger. I need strength enough to beat this man, now.
What emerged as if responding to that strong wish was the light of magic burning. It devoured and sublimated the mind. It emitted a darker, stronger glow than the red light of the limit breakthrough.
"Until I defeat you, I will not disarm you."
Ray opened the door to a hangar of magic near infinity. Its opening is not the usual instantaneous liberation, but a literal total opening.
Its infinite loop can be done in the ray, where magic is restored from the burned tip and burned from the restored magic.
"I'll take you down with everything I have."
Sword tip forward. Pull your left leg half a step apart and open it just shoulder-width apart.
Face forward. However, the lid closes and appears in the eyes.
About the first day I learned the sword.
─ ─ "Out of Shoulder Strength"
Relax at all times and welcome your enemies.
─ ─ 'Nature, nature. You don't have to concentrate.'
Rather get in the way. If you concentrate too much, your vision narrows.
- "Hands on your sword."
The sword tells us the best place.
- Drop the moves.
You can win sooner or later if you hit it.
- "Finally, this is the most important thing."
You always smile when you fight, don't you?
Ray laughed. Follow the teachings and hoist your cheeks to peel out your teeth.
I wasn't in the mood for that very much, but I felt just a little soothed.
Feelings of tranquillity, like being in a serene routine instead, gush up when so much enthusiasm can disappear to scorch you.
How could the passion have disappeared? That must have been because I didn't need it anymore.
With the paranormal power of a natural mutation in his eyes.
Ray remembered.
You can't die.
My death is synonymous with the death of everyone I want to protect.
Hate has not disappeared. Grief, anger, it's not gone.
I want to protect you, everyone's face is burned to Ray's lid.
For that, Ray stands. Fight. Live.
Then all you need is that will. If you have a blade that can slay your enemies, that's fine.
If emotion is to be a shackle of will, you can put it all on the sword, wave it down and punish it.
It's just a blade to defeat the enemy in front of you.
Pour everything you've ever built into it.
─ ─ Doku, doku.
I hear the heartbeat of my sword. The sound was a terribly calming one, as if it taught Ray something comfortable and missing somewhere.
Breathing slowly, consistent with its beating.
Ray stroked his soggy heartbeat with his hand.
From the pattern of the sword to hitting the blade tip, let Sue and her hand slide.
From the touch of my hand, my sword ignites and I am engulfed in fire.
Ray slowly set up the flame-wrapped scarlet flame as he slipped his hand to the end, not even trying to avoid the fire.
The sequence of motions was very quiet and flowing. There is no waste as one, and the dragon-like print that emits an international discoloration in the fire engraves a vibrant and strong pulse that is likely to move even now.
"Come on, let's get started, Demon King"
"Apparently, that sword has recognized you as the Lord.... Well, that would be nice. You just have to kill him again."
Against the invincible grin of Ray, the Demon King decided to produce a good number of tentacles from all over his body and intercept him.
He lost both hands and legs. Note that he still had his powers left. It's a monster to make.
But still the beast of the hand. There is no leeway left to sink the ray with unreasonable force like the one ahead. That, at first glance, is something to know. Ray, who is quite insightful, was, of course, spotting it.
But that's the same thing as Demon King. Ray had also exceeded the limits and so on. The only thing that supports him is strong readiness and the power of skill. Even if one of them is missing, Ray will fall on the spot.
If so, it is clear that this battle will be lost by those who raised their roots first.
─ ─ No, the victory of the side that killed the opponent before raising the roots?
Countless piercing tips capture the rays and aim them. Needless to say, it is the eyes of the Demon King that are aiming at it.
But Ray's eyes are not like those of the Demon King. Visuality is just one way to get information about your surroundings for Ray.
Now at this point, the two all-perfect names I was setting up to return to bloom under Ray.
Ray moved out unexpectedly. At the same time, the ground on which Ray stood until earlier could be played, and the tentacles that popped up. Ray doesn't even look back on it, he slashes it away with a scarlet flame that flushed behind him softly.
The fire hand rises behind Ray, but without distracting him, his legs are stretched and redirected. Again, the ground bounced and the tentacles popped out, but left scarlet flames on its rays as if even a bunt were to be done, burning and slaughtering it at the same time as avoiding it.
The Demon King understands that Ray has sensory abilities that he has shown in response to a series of attacks from blind spots. But it's also true that when you look at what you constantly activate, your margin is shredded by it.
Then, until we can't afford it, we launch into a method of warfare that pushes us through in numbers.
A net emitting blunt light hangs in the sky. Not only that, but the nets strewn beneath the ground encircled all of the protruding earth and completely sealed off Ray's escape.
As a response to a ray with the fastest close avoidance of instantaneous travel, it is appropriate to reason.
But for Ray now, it's just a good duck.
"Momentum."
Instantaneous motion in the state of limit sublimation. That's as fast as you can beat a real Dikurdo. That alone is enough of a threat to the Demon King today, but furthermore Ray used distorted spaces together.
Prepare the trajectory you pass in advance in a distorted space and rush through it in an instant.
For a moment it was the circle of fire that surprised me. The magic net surrounding the earth's tower was slashed from its roots, along with a glimmer of slashing wind.
─ ─ Tons.
Super speed ends. As Ray ran through the straight line of the curve and returned to the same place as the first step, the fire that flew from the roots burned the magic, and the top of the earth tower turned the two into a net of fire that would not miss.
It's like a burning light on a tower protruding from the earth, heat that travels far away. It was a cage of flames that trapped them like a bird cage.
If there was a bird in a birdcage like that...
─ ─ The center of the birdcage.
Ray swung his sword out of his hand in the process of slaughtering him. Then the blade of the flame that was born, too naturally, and the overwhelming act of Ray standing - no, the blade was released to the Demon King, who was in the midst of agitation for growth.
Ray's face laughing across that flame wave. It's in the back of my brain.
"Huh...! Don't get on with it!
With the fire, anger can be played. Around the rising abyss, the magic of evil. Anger flies, and a crack transmits to the earth.
In all directions, also from under the ground, aiming for a point, the tentacles jumped through.
Hands that extend beyond the impending darkness. Tentacles intersect the ground in front of a ray that made a light noise with a ton and flew backwards so as to escape from its hand. Soil smoke strikes, and the next bullet reaches out of it.
Ray splashed it with a piece of paper as he rotated sideways on the brink, and as he went out directly beside his tentacles, he flashed as if to prune the flower stem with a blade of fire with centrifugal force.
Red fever is what spreads as soon as it burns. Only Bassar and Ahead fall to the ground of the foundation and mist. Fire overflows from the incision and refuses to regenerate. No, rather, fire erosion has more momentum than regeneration. The Demon King had to cut off his tentacles himself before he could bring the fire to his own.
Ray rushed right into the sky when he unleashed a spinning slash. countless tentacles following it. But Ray ran freely through the sky like a bird, as if to mock it; and he made atonement with scorching heat for what disturbed him.
From the edge, it looks like you're watching a lecture by a circus seat. Sometimes he rotates his body with the circle, twisting his body, through the gap of the attack so that he can also dive the rope. And a ring of fire that burns every time Ray waves a sword. Ray jumps in there without hesitation, but is it a conditioned lion?
It's like, no. Moving like someone else from earlier.
Neither blind spots nor gaps make any attack work, as if they were all induced.
There are countless differences between limit sublimation, demon swords, and half an hour ago, the most different being the absolute difference between Ray and the Demon King - a movement so streamlined that it compensates for the speed and excess.
What took the boy to that height?
Or did you originally have it?
In the midst of this battle, you think you awakened it?
Terrible. How far is it that this boy should be strong?
We have to stop it. Here and now, we have to make sure we reap that talent.
"You can't beat me if you just run away!
The tentacles split to increase the number so that we can chase the wind. That indicates that the thickness - that is, the hardness - was discarded in response to the lay that gently cleaves the tentacles. What I got instead was attack power. A thin Rapier-like tip was positioned to surround the lay and fired simultaneously.
"─ Momentary travel"
Gugna and Ray's body distort. The Demon King accidentally raised the corner of his mouth to the movement as he aimed, and waited for the moment. Give me that moment when Ray will be slashed to his defenseless self.
But...
"Huh...!
Ray moved to a place that went against expectations. Unexpectedly, the raised mouth angle or cramps.
"Nah... why... why aren't you attacking me... ugh!
Now surely, the Demon King exposed the gap. It's not Ray who misses it. Or, have you been spotted? No, it should be the same thing you want to rush the battle over there. Then, even if I knew it was a trap, I should have set it up. If Ray ever...
But Ray said, as he ridiculed the demon king, who had roughed up his voice and hadn't hidden out his impatience.
"Do we need to rush to a determined battle to win?
and.
"Your words, I'll give them back as they are. You're the one, why don't you just use your tentacles and use no other moves? And why hasn't it even moved a step from its initial position?
"... what are you trying to say? The difference in strength between you and me is clear. So where do you need me to get serious?
"─ It's a contradiction, Demon King."
Ray uttered the contradictions of the Demon King's words, one by one.
"To kill me, I set a trap. Four of us came here to kill me. To kill me, he defeated my father until he was unscrupulous. And yet, why can't you do all you can right now? Why didn't you attack me with your own body?
He says the big purpose of killing Ray is now in front of him, but he doesn't mean it. They say there's only two of them in the tower of the earth piercing the sky where nobody gets in the way, but they don't mean it.
If that's not a contradiction, the answer is one.
"You found out already, didn't you? You're already at your limit, aren't you? That's right. There's no way my body is safe after all my father's attacks. There's no way you can fight so hard and have too much magic."
Yes, we can't let them out, not let them out.
"You're afraid to deal directly with me. That's how many times I've been backed up. So, using the tentacles of distance, we materialized them so that they could be kept warm using less magic. And you were gonna stir me up, rush me, provoke me, draw me into your territory, weren't you?
"Based on what..."
"Your tentacles become thin and dense enough to leave you because you have no magic to replenish them. That's the proof."
The Demon King remembers the battle when he sees through his thoughts and even pierces the evidence.
"Well, before that, I knew you had little more magic left, and it's not like I can't afford to go all the way into your territory."
The enormous amount of magic that flows out does not know that it will be interrupted. Thus, even as we speak, so much magic that the Demon King now wants his hands out of his throat is dripping in vain.
But for Ray, that's just not enough to take.
"My magic is endless. It doesn't go away. It keeps increasing infinitely. I never had this fight before it started."
Ray slowly lifts his father's sword and points his incision to the Demon King's neck.
"When I slash off all your tentacles, nothing will protect you. This sword will burn all your magic."
And Ray poked at it.
"─ Your loss, Demon King."
... Cold wind flowed by disgust.
It's high altitude, so maybe that's what the killing spirit of riding there made me feel.
"... that it was all your hands? - But I can't let you kill me so easily. All you have to do is kill you before all your tentacles disappear! If I can't kill you by now, I'll have a scratch on the Demon King's name!
"No, I'm not beating you. My father beat you. I'm hunting you down because I fought to protect what I wanted to protect and I drove you for my life. You lost to your father."
"Reason... but if you're going to, I'll be ready."
Apparently, in a halfway attack, no matter how much you do, it's pointless. The rest of the magic is also less than the tears of the tin, compared to the beginning.
How difficult a move to kill Ray now with this little magic. Whatever you've done, I'm sure you can't kill me.
Yeah--as it is (...),.
"Your cause of defeat is that my power has now set the limit."
It was either a return of interest or a black wind blew from under the tower toward the body of the demon king who spoke of Ray's defeat as early as possible. The black wind surrounds the Demon King and is absorbed into his body. It wasn't until shortly after that that that the scratchy demon king's body began to bump and deform.
"No way......!
"No way. Now here, full of resentment of the dead. My magic will not run out as long as you have infinite magic, nor the resentment of the dead."
Broken tuna stretches. The eyes are more red and black, and the signs of evil filled with their bodies are stronger.
"Let's bet everything on this blow"
All of the recovered magic exemplifies the strongest spear.
- Magic Gun.
Even Redick is the supreme spear that pierces through everything that had to be thrown out of defense instantly.
If anyone had survived the spear, he would have been called like this.
Elgranda, the devil king of contradictions, combining the strongest spears with the hardest defenses, and.
"Can you take this?
That was a cheap provocation. I didn't even think about riding such a provocation, even the demon king who spoke, but Ray stood deep with his hips down in front of it. The heat of the sword swells up, even though it's like you're not going to avoid it.
"Stupid."
When the Demon King said so, he threw the fastest, most offensive and hardest spears at Ray with all his might.
I hear the sound of slashing the air. That's because the spear tip is tearing up the air like the tip of a fighter. The resulting overspeed airflow creates further acceleration and exceeds Ray's perception.
─ ─ But no matter how fast it is, no matter how hard it is, no matter how penetrating it is, it will not be possible to exceed the separation of the world.
Because it's just magic.
"Quarantine space. Huh!
Space interruption and spearhead overlap.
For a moment, bounce. What flew was an explosion. And shock enough to rock the earth's towers.
A collection of witchcraft aggregated at one point and just one skill sharpens and meets the other.
Either advantage.
Magic cannot transcend the passage of space. In one respect, Ray is advantageous.
But if you break it, not exceed it. If you want to break it.
"That's just a hard wall, isn't it?
The spearhead runs through all of Mori Luo Wang.
And the once glorious and impenetrable fortified city.
He stood up, wrapped in Orihalcon armor, and a hero.
The best blacksmiths in the world work out and spear.
In front of this spear, it collapsed without hesitation.
In comparison, what is the small and brittle interruption of this space?
Disadvantages can be overshadowed and treated with overwhelming force.
Even space is so aggregated force that it distorts, you just have to pierce a point.
Because there are no spears in this world that could not be penetrated.
─ ─ Paqui
A crack runs in the void. The crack starts at a point, but it puts a deadly hole in it.
As soon as I got my momentum back, it was the Demon Spear. Break the absolute defense straight through and flesh to Ray.
But what I visited there was glue again. No, it was a collision with the rear of the broken sky depicting the cube.
That's when I first realized the fact.
Ray wasn't around himself, just before that. After anticipating this from the beginning, he asked me out to make sure it came from the front.
"Heh... heh...!
The first time was torn. The power to overshadow our disadvantage as a matter of nature - no, because we had magic.
Then again. No, because it's the second time, it's no longer the only way to get through the ray, and then... it can't be torn.
But when you understand, there's only one. That too, once you break the broken wall, this time it will definitely arrive. There's no way I'm gonna give up.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!
The roar. For the first time since, the roar of my soul.
In witchcraft, he squeezes out his natural power with a roar in extreme circumstances, letting the world know that there is nothing else in line with him.
Added is the rotation. And unconsciously, the spear tip is optimized and produces a spiral.
As if digging a hole in the wall with a drill, sparks scatter and the rotation adds momentum.
On the other hand, I speak eloquently that there is no more crack running at the spear tip.
Authentic, last blow.
The spearhead distorted just a few millimeters of space, and the... severed junction was shot to pieces.
Beyond...... heh, I won...... heh!
But Ray's hand was unreasonably attached to it so as to crush such thoughts.
"Fixed"
Beyond the interrupted space. Waiting ahead, pushing through the straight line, was an unshakeable wall.
At the moment of collision with it, now it is the spear tip of the demon spear that splashes into pieces of wood dust.
"Burn. Wow!
A fiery flame that swung down my hair without getting in. Burn your own defenses, too, and come to the demon king beyond.
"Demon...... ugh!
I can't make it - not - not enough. Literally, there was no room left, such as the power to generate a shield to protect himself, to the demon king who put all his efforts into it and broke Ray's defense.
"Uhhhhh!
Burning heat running all over your body. Blood boils all over your body, one eye bouncing and flying.
Still, what kept you conscious was your possession as the Demon King?
For the first time today, the Demon King stood on the spot after a fierce blow. But its standing has no power, weak enough to say that it will no longer fly if it blows.
"… this, until…"
The excess heat burned the legs made of magic, and at last the Demon King collapsed.
The scorching ground scorches my skin. The Demon King woke his body up with an arm made of the last remaining magic that was about to melt and fall back.
"Ha-ha-ha..."
My vision was already bogged down. No matter how many breaths you take, your consciousness goes far to see if you have melted down to your lungs.
In his uncertain sight, the Demon King slowly saw Ray approaching from the front.
"It's over, Demon King. You kill with my hands. I'll kill the other one, too. The next time I see you, that's your end."
Ray walks toward the final moment.
I can't stop anymore. I can't stop it.
Ray slashes down with his own hands the last lid of the battle that began in the land a few years ago.
"Wash your neck and wait."
Ray raised his sword straight to heaven. At the end of its eyes and nose is the face and body of the Demon King.
And...
"" - Die. "
Oddly enough, the two words overlapped.
And that's not the only overlap.
It was at the exact same time that Ray waved down his sword and Hari protruded like a cow from the body of a fallen demon king -
"─ Phew Phew"
It was the Demon King who was laughing.
"Apparently... the last one to win... was me..."
Can you fulfill it and call it a win?
Say no, or the demon king fell from his back to the spot.
Forced to tie the flying consciousness together, with one remaining eye, the Demon King sees it.
Yes, Ray, who stops by countless needles in a sword-down fashion...
"Ha-ha-ha!
The Demon King laughs exaltedly, not just saying that I can burn down my life, which can no longer be described as wind front.
Finally, finally, when I could fulfill my purpose, I tremble with joy.
─ ─ It was then.
The whole body, Ray, who turned into a needle musillo, laughed.
Like a hero who stood up even after a deadly attack.
In a scorching fire, like an immortal bird who kept laughing.
And like my father, who kept grinning until the end.
─ ─ I laughed.
It evokes the fear of immortality planted in a day called today.
The demon king jumped unconsciously, and then...
"Gaha!"
My chest burns. If you look there, a bright red sword was growing through his heart.
So finally, the Demon King realizes it.
to the lack of response that would have naturally been noticed had it not been for this state of limitation.
"Hey, why...?
The sword, which should have been swung down against itself in a boisterous sight, was at some point straight and stretched, and for some reason interrupted along the way.
"I told you. He said he knew how much magic you had left."
At 360 degrees, the scenery surrounding them will stare and the phantom will disappear, and the truth will be revealed.
"You'd have noticed if you'd moved."
The Demon King seemed to be watching, and there was nothing to see.
Little by little from the beginning, I didn't realize that the scenery was only flipping around me, and I just didn't move from the spot.
Ray didn't really realize what was behind the Demon King.
"I'll tell you the last thing, Demon King. The reason you lost was because you were looking down on us."
A drop of blood flowing through the body, to the side of the meat, inside the rays is packed with the days of encounter and experience that have been cultivated.
If one person, one thing missing, Ray is not standing right now.
That's why he told me not to lick it. People's bottom line needs to be like this.
Ray now waves his sword.
"Bye."
A scorching soul-quenching fire burns.
Ray pulled the blade softly. Bleeding blood evaporates instantly and burns like a dust explosion.
"Heh heh, that's it... but it's not"
A shaking, untouched arm stretched out to Ray disappears into smoke.
Wrapped in a scorching fire, the Demon King leaked a creepy grin without leaking his voice to the last will or anguish.
"The next reunion is… looking forward to…. The Go of Natural Disasters... The Raw, Being, or..."
The Demon King stopped speaking on the way. It doesn't know if my life has burned out or if I can't speak with it burning down to my throat.
However, Ray lowered his sword after burning that body to the eye where it burned down to the bone marrow.
"... I don't know him like that"
Unexpectedly, the thunder flashes. Like the sound of a settling bell, the thunder struck the earth with the light illuminating one winner.
But still.
Like a cloud-covered sky that still leaves the intensity of the battle behind.
Ray's mind wasn't... clear yet.