Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Ink, taken away by Jeryl, was brutally thrown away in a space that looked like an underground ruin.

Those two hands are tied with spider threads spit out by Kimyra and cannot move freely.

(Not yet... I can't believe there were ruins left in the kingdom that I didn't grasp)

Within four years the investigation had progressed and the full picture was becoming apparent.

But there must still have been some investigative leaks in the underground ruins that entered like a maze.

There the blood of God was rooted in the castle, and there was repeated sabotage in Concilia.

The interior was filled with a sense of life for the sake of the ruins, and there were stacks of food, clothing, etc. in the corners.

But there are no other human or demonic figures.

"Nobody's here because they're all in this jihad."

Jeryl answered even though he hadn't even asked.

I ignored the ink, but still he keeps talking.

"There are a lot of brothers and sisters (...) who have succeeded in fusion with Kimyra, and of course there are constituents. So many more people are just joining the Yang Dynasty (...)"

The ink frown moves tingly.

Did he just say - "Yang Dynasty”?

"Well, come on, this is our destiny. You know what I mean, don't you, Symbol? Pope in Originism. Hey, like a Virgin. Religion needs that."

"I'm not helping you!

"Nothing. No, that's okay, right? It's not about will or anything. No."

That said, Jeryl grabs the root of the ink and drags it around.

Opening the heavy door behind the room overflowed with a rotten odor from beyond.

Unexpectedly facial ink.

And indoors surrounded by suspicious green light, she is thrown aside rampantly.

"Ugh..."

The rolling ink slammed to the ground stopped in front of a certain person.

"Welcome, Ink Leasecraft. I'm Deed, as you know, Deaza's son. I've been waiting for you."

A long-haired Demon man - Deed welcomes her with his hands wide open.

Later or earlier, he would be the only child named directly by Disa.

If you look at your face, your eyelids and nostrils are very similar.

Her mother was Diza's favorite student, and maybe that's one of the reasons he was adored as a child.

When Ink saw him, the first thing he felt was physiological disgust.

To put it, it's as uncomfortable as adding an extra tiny touch to an old Gene.

It was instantly an ink pointing a hateful gaze, but soon he noticed what was behind him and became wary.

You know what I mean? That's the next Origin. "

Deed said with a thin laugh.

Origin - i.e., it was a person's body hanging on the wall.

But unlike some of the humans who were taken in by the origins, they are slightly corrupt.

The fitted human body was not just united, but innumerably - it was stunningly filling the walls of the room.

Its brain and brain are connected by rusty pipes, and from time to time a small groan can be heard from its mouth.

"This... this stuff... eh"

"The Origins won't come back from making it, will they? No, Ink Leasecraft. It was a god, but it was an institution. system. It is only a tool for generating energy, to give grace to mankind"

"What do you mean?

"If you feel like it, he says you can make it again. I thought (...) our father, Deaza, would (...) have something like this, this -"

Deed away from the front of the ink.

He lifts and shows off books placed on the floor.

"If only I had the Origin blueprint."

That's just what lifelong Diza parsed and wrote down Origin's design.

Therefore, there are some things that differ from the original blueprint, which is difficult to say complete - but nevertheless, even though it is degrading, it was possible to create an original device.

"But this Master Origin doesn't have enough soul. God would be God because everywhere he had a self-centered, God-worthy personality"

"Are you trying to incorporate me into that? Because if so, it's useless. Instead, I'll take over and I'll kill you all!

"I know, that's about impossible. It's not like you need to help yourself."

Deed crouches down and touches the ink cheek with his index finger.

I stroked my jaw as it was, through my neck, hooked it to the collar of my clothes - with all my strength, I tore my shirt apart.

Her chest opens and for her age she reveals her stretched underwear.

"How old do you want to be?"

"Shut up, pervert!

Ink yells in tears.

It was humiliating.

I didn't choose to keep my underwear to be seen by a man like this.

"Well, in short, what I want is the power of Master Origin, stained in your flesh. Spiral Childrens, spiral children whose hearts and cores were replaced shortly after birth. The remnants left in its body are not the ratios of the Chimairas. Squeeze it out."

"How, how?

"Literally. First remove unwanted heart, skin, nails, hair, etc. After that, finely crush the remaining flesh, bones, and organs into liquid form, and extract only Origin-like power from them."

Deed, who talks about it, looks like he's having fun somewhere.

In contrast, the face of the ink draws on fear.

"A person's will does not just reside in the brain. It also resides in organs, bones and blood. Then I think the same is true of Origin, who was originally a human being. His will must dwell in the power of the extracted Origin. Grow it up and reborn it. Literally, the second Origin."

Speak continuously without even breathing.

Along the way, he never blinked.

His eyes are filled with creepy madness and his cheeks are blushing and excited.

"If Master Origin were to be resurrected, those who believe in him would also appear again. Pleasure, Ink Leasecraft. Until now, you've been a part of Master Origin, but now Master Origin will be a part of you. Yes, let's leave a name in the book as Virgin Mary, that's good! You are the mother of Origin, and I am the father of Origin. Ha ha, you've become a couple, do you even keep your vow mouth shut while you're still alive?

"Also... I don't want to hear any more! Eterna, help me. Okay, Eterna. Ah!

Unexpectedly, the ink shouted at him.

Of course, my voice never reached her, but while I was calling her by her name, I was just a little distracted.

"I'm kidding, you don't cry like such a child. But I don't know, depending on what you think, it won't save you."

Desperately waving ink.

He didn't even know if he was rejecting it or if it was another behavior that he had taken too unintentionally of fear.

"Whatever you do, your body is inhuman. You can't be a person, normal or anything else. Listen, you were useless as a subject, weren't you? In other words, the value of its existence was only to accumulate the power of the Origins."

"Chi, no... I haha!

"That's why I don't even accept Eterna Limbaugh"

"Huh..."

"I can't think of you because you're not a person at the root. I don't know how I got it up."

Ink has had that experience in the past.

Together with Mother and the other childrens, it is the story of when I lived in an institution.

Being a first-generation childrens, she felt an unbridgeable isolation between the second generation and her mind and words.

That's why we flew out of the facility and lived in Fram's house.

The same thing is happening again now.

"Ah, I... am... with Eterna, to... because earlier, you helped me..."

"But until then. After that, I didn't think you'd conveniently accept my thoughts? In the end, the repetition of the same thing, back to her, won't come true and won't be rewarded"

"That's not true... that's not true!

There is no basis for that word.

In fact, Eterna just shook me up and turned me down.

She's sweet.

It gave the ink a heart and eyes.

I didn't abandon you for losing my right arm.

So you won't be able to help me again this time.

But the problem is after that.

No, it's all about ink being patient and fixing it if you seal your feelings - and that's it, if it's a temporary distraction that's common in adolescence, it can't last four years.

"It's a healthy thing."

Deed, in a gentle tone, takes the half-rusted knife he had on the floor.

"Well, I can't help talking about the future. Because you're gonna peel off your skin and get crushed to death anyway."

"Hih... Hih no..."

It was ink trying to get away from me by twisting my body, but there's no way I can get away with it.

"Eterna, help me," I repeat over and over again as I pray.

To her like that, Deed said out cold.

"There's no help. Chaos comes to Concilia by ten fitters with power over heroes and hundreds of constituents who do not hate their own lives. The tragedy of the day the capital collapsed is about to be recreated. No one, he's all over the place with your response."

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The ground shakes and a loud explosion sounds from the cathedral.

Reacting to it, Cyril's hand movement holding the foam stopped unexpectedly.

And a big sigh.

"Them again..."

It soon became clear that it was the work of God's bloodline.

It was also considered possible that Gene's experiment failed, but then it should be the royal castle that explodes.

At the point where Flam was absent, what action would they take - everyone was wary, and in fact more soldiers should have been deployed, but that net also crept through?

As well as the colleagues who were staying and training, the shopkeeper - or Cyril's master - is eager to see what's going on out the window.

As she approached the window, too, she saw smoke rising from the cathedral.

Offences inside the cathedral - that's not easy.

Naturally, security is tight, and more importantly, there are first-class light attribute users out there.

Impossible to break in.

If so, it would be natural to consider it a crime committed by an internal traitor.

Saila also worried that it would be difficult to wipe out the effects of Originism altogether.

It seems that someone who cannot accept God's death was planted in God's blood and planted a bomb.

People walking in the city are also stopping and bothering.

Cyril is not going to go to battle on his own volition anymore - but this is a different story.

She is in a cock coat, but the epic gear is still alive and well.

Cyril trying to speak out to her master.

But immediately after that, the ground rocked violently.

"Khaaaaaa!

"Hey, what, earthquake!?

"Calm down and grab hold of things!

It also makes noise in the store.

The colleagues shouted tall and crouched.

Cyril, on the other hand, stands on both feet on the spot and calmly guards his surroundings.

It was outside that the anomaly occurred.

People remain frightened in the streets attacked by shakes similar to those in the store.

At its foot, it burst.

"... Coming!

Kuriku - and Cyril, who felt his spine get cold and killer, put down his cock hat and opened the window and popped out.

And at the same time as landing, wear full body gear.

Swords, hands, armor, boots, greaves - wrap silver around your whole body and intercept the enemies that appear.

While fleeing, the people rejoiced in the brave men who had just appeared.

But in the meantime also the joy, the voice soon turns into another scream.

Huge monsters crawled out of the ground as they rolled up massive amounts of dirt.

(There are two enemies...... this look, Feilong-shaped and Wolf-shaped?

It's subtly shaped differently from what Cyril knows, but it was definitely Kimaira.

I had heard from Flam that there was survival, but it was the first ear that God's blood had enough power to manipulate it.

GOWOO - and a flying dragon type that can roar.

The werewolf type stood over its shoulder and looked down at Cyril.

"Braeboo!"

Without hesitation, she activated the magic.

Status jumps to about triple.

Even though I train at a cake shop, Cyril has some growth.

All abilities rise to nearly 24000, barely (...) exceeding the enemy.

Yes - it's still critical.

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Kuza

Attribute: Wind

Muscle Strength: 23331

Magic: 18523

Health: 24163

Agility: 20732

Sense: 19234

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Millet

Attribute: Light

Muscle Strength: 16234

Magic: 23174

Health: 13675

Agility: 26832

Sensation: 16821

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Both the Feilong-shaped and the Wolf-shaped boast incredibly high statuses.

Regardless of one person, dealing with this at the same time is as tough as any Cyrillic.

That's why I sent two men to make sure God's blood was crushed.

(Even so, this name, what? Kuza, Mirei, aren't you Kimyra?

If you're a monster, it's normal for a race name to be labeled.

But isn't this as if it were the name of the devil tribe?

When Cyril thinks so, a naked man in his upper body appears from the overhead of the Feilong-shaped.

At the same time, the werewolf shaped face was grudgingly distorted and turned into that of a blue-skinned woman.

"It's time for judgment, brave man. Die with the foolish people."

Man - Kuza speaks out in a low voice.

It's a reckless thing to say.

Cyril laughed unexpectedly at the rhetoric that was common in drunk people.

"Ha, you can't accept Origin's death, you're just wasting your time"

"What do you know about your brother?"

An exasperating millet.

Apparently the two are brothers and sisters.

For Cyril, it doesn't matter.

"You killed everyone here, Origin won't come back."

"No, resuscitate. The next generation of Origins will be born soon."

"You've escaped too much reality to finally distinguish yourself from your dreams?

"That's the line over here. Master Origin will come back, and you will die here! Brother, do it!

My sister pointed to Cyril and Kuza put her hand in front of her.

"Tornado Illegal Formula"

The whirling wind that is released.

At the same time a flame was spewed out of Wyburn's mouth, which became a red whirlwind and approached Cyril.

She tried to activate the “shield," but then she realizes there will be a victim due to stray bullets.

hastily protruding his sword forward,

"Blaster!

With a bright band of light, we decided to put an end to the enemy's attacks.

Oh, wow, wow!

Collisions in the air and intense shockwaves blow the bodies of ordinary people who had not yet escaped.

As far as I can see, there are no dead, but the injured will be inevitable.

Millet quickly took her back in the gap where Cyril's consciousness was directed at the people.

"Aura!"

"Ha ha!?

Cyril emits a shock wave immediately, unbalancing Millet.

Turning around, he stabbed a spike in her chest.

"Not yet, Shining!

Immediately afterwards, the vision is dyed pure white by the blurry light.

Even when the light went out, the lights burned and my eyes became useless.

"Tempest Illegal Formula"

"Photon Fury Illegal Formula!

Kuza and Mirei perform great magic.

Huge tornadoes on one side and countless particles of light on the other - both of which have far-reaching implications.

(Are you trying to stab me with a todome?

That's what I think, Cyril, but I don't feel the killing spirit that was constantly directed at me until now.

(Aim not me...... no way!?

While flickering, those two are trying to kill innocent people.

It was pretty scattered compared to the first, but still there are still many humans and demons left within the magic range.

If the magic continues to activate, the victim may reach four digits with just three digits - a little bit later.

"This kind of thing is not for me."

Self-sacrifice is a fram's exclusive patent.

But now, we have to.

I don't hate it, I think I should, at my will.

But that's not why I'm so full of justice: I want to protect everyone.

I don't like Flam hating me, I don't want the store to run out - it's just personal.

But I think that's fine.

It's easier to feel than being forced and brave.

Still decently blind, but it is felt on the skin that the magic unleashed by the two is gradually expanding the range.

When Cyril sticks his sword to the ground, he dissipates his magic with a procedure similar to “Aura" - where it has spread to some extent, clamping it.

"Prison!"

The surroundings of Kuza, Millet, and Cyril are wrapped in a hemispherical dome.

Neither Tempest nor Photon Fury can spread further outside when touching a transparent membrane that forms the dome.

The fleeing people were saved.

But “Prison” does not attenuate the power of magic.

In the cut space, it becomes more dense and more violent.

"Stupid, hunt yourself down"

"The spirit of self-sacrifice is the one. I can cry like a brave man."

Gradually, vision is recovering.

But I might as well not have seen it.

A grain of light so dense that it cannot pass between approaches Cyril.

I can't even move as I think in the wild wind as I run away.

Rest in peace.

Kuza and Mirei are convinced of the victory and have a sibling-like grin.

Looking at them like that, Cyril thought.

(If I hadn't been a terrorist or something, I would have lived happily in today's world)

I mean, I don't even think of myself as dew.

She hasn't shown her true power yet.

Then why did you get so reluctant - again, this is a very personal reason

(Oh, but even though I'm brave and my body is tight, I guess I won't be able to wake up for three days if I do this)

That is.

Flam's hometown, Patria, is three days by carriage if things go well.

Six days round trip.

He said the duration of his stay was five days, so he has eleven days to come back.

In the meantime, we have to be ready.

It was a sleepover for that.

Even so, I'm perfectly sorry to be crushed for three days with these crappy people.

But I have no choice.

Because when Flam comes back, if the city was screwed up, it (...) wouldn't be anywhere.

"It's over, you sinful, false brave man"

"Chopped up, bounce, don't fly and die. Come on!

The storm encloses countless blades of wind, approaching the brave with the ability to slice easily, such as the human body.

The light bursts at the moment it touches and surrounds the brave man with such power that it extinguishes every object.

Cyril - holds the sword with both hands.

A silver blade, standing upright and vertical, pictured her relaxed expression.

The truth gained at the end of Goto is, 'Live as you please'.

Cyril is a brave man, but it is not a shackle that binds her life.

Attributes are only tools.

You can use the power of the brave to be evil, and I don't mind being a confectioner.

If you realize that, your mind lightens up everywhere.

Magic is something that depends on emotions.

Having gained a different way of mind than before, Cyril gained new magical forms, new possibilities.

The bump production, but on its own (...) is with Brave.

Then you don't have to worry about failing.

"Brave Rivalette"

Goo-woo!

More power than when “Aura” was activated blew inside the Prison.

It wiped out the winding storm of Kuza and instantly erased the grain of light emitted by Millet.

Cyril's body was lighter than ever.

It is as if the change of heart was also reflected in the flesh as it was.

I don't remember her, but when I fought Flam, I heard that Cyril used the magic of "spiral awakening”.

That was said to have increased Brave's stats and increased his abilities a few more times.

The mechanism is the same as that.

Kuza and Mirei were puzzled by the overwhelming force emanating from Cyril's body and reflexively activated the scan.

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Cyril Sweetica

Attribute: Brave

Muscle Strength: 83152

Magic: 86421

Health: 81729

Agility: 86728

Sense: 81058

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And despair.

"What... its power"

"We used the power of Kimyra to finally get here... are we going to go beyond that!?

"How unfair it is that God did not save us"

"With no great difficulty, just by chance, because I had the power of a brave man when I was born!

Beyond disappointment, they began to turn their hatred towards Cyril.

Jealousy, jealousy - it's that emotion that moves you both.

I don't know what misfortune was in their past.

Probably Diza's kid, but maybe his family screwed up because of him.

But Cyril wasn't interested in this either.

She pities them both and laughs bitterly.

"I have trouble being told that. It doesn't make me happy that I had this power."

"Because you have power, because you have it, you can say that!

"But some people are doing well without power. If you hadn't gotten into God's bloodline, you'd have done a lot of it. Or maybe I didn't get used to it?

"Shut up, greenhouse-grown world!

On the ugly side with no pieces of character, Millet kicked the ground and approached Cyril.

"Judgement Illegal Formula!"

At the same time it creates a sword of light and ejects it directly from the front.

It may have been enhanced by magic I don't know, but your pride of agility can overwhelm you - Cyril felt such overconfidence from Millet.

Take Cyril's back at an unnoticed rate and aim for the heart with your nails.

Light swords ahead, sharp nail strikes from the rear.

No gaps, one person sandwiched.

"I got it!

Cyril didn't move until just before the attack hit him.

Mirei seems to have decided it was' unresponsive, 'but it's not.

of which it was not necessary to react (...).

When Cyril turned her body 90 degrees, she took the sword of light with her right hand and grabbed Mirei's arm with her left hand.

Normally, they both have the power to fly with each arm.

But for her now, it is a degree of power that was gently poked at her fingertips.

I mean, intact.

Instead, he succeeded in restraining the arms of an enemy that had approached him.

"Tori!

Cyril threw Mirei's body toward Kuza, as she would throw even in the ball.

"Ahh."

The moment, Millet's consciousness dissapeared.

The brain couldn't stand too much speed.

And as it were, she never woke up.

Her body turned into a bullet and struck directly into a flying dragon-shaped torso.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Cuza seemed to have tried her guard with some magic, but it wasn't a power that could be stopped by the windy walls of a burning blade.

When Mirei pierced his brother's belly, he pierced it and jumped out of his back, slamming it straight against the wall and splashing it apart.

It seemed so unlikely that Cyril accidentally uttered "ugh," but the opponent is that Kimyra, even though she is assimilated to the Demon Clan.

There is no room for sympathy.

"Gu... Oh, my God... cruelty, my... my sister as a weapon, etc...!

"Wouldn't you like to be told by the one who tried to kill the people who were just here"

"We can't possibly compare the lives of heathens to those of Miley! That sin, with your death, will make amends.

A cousa that bleeds but flicks wings and jumps on Cyril.

The blow from that giant is more powerful than the weight of your body.

Looking at the impending flying dragon's claws, Cyril...

"Ha..."

I sighed in a heartbroken manner.

And kick the ground, forward.

Immediately entering under Kuza's body,

"Huh!"

I kicked the belly up gently.

"Please...! No, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A giant body of flying dragons is launched high in the air.

That speed never seems to loosen, and even increases the altitude, Kuza.

Cyril throws his sword over the sky.

"Alter Ego Million Blade"

When she snaps like that, the sword splits innumerably in the air, chasing the cousa, all of which keeps rising.

"Sphere Shift"

In accordance with Cyril's will, the sword surrounded the enemy in 3D, in the shape of a sphere.

And where the cousa has stopped rising...

"Blaster"

All of them, in unison, emit light from the blade.

"Ma -"

Did he even try to say 'wait'?

Before the obvious overkill, without even being able to regret defeat, the hotline burns down all of Kimyra.

In an instant the skin dissolved, in the next moment the meat was burning, and after a further moment, all of the flesh evaporated without any shards.

After work the sword falls as it spins.

"Oops."

Cleverly gripping the pattern, Cyril twirled it like a dance before putting it in the sheath.

Then when you exhale "Phew" and pull the force out of your body, all your gear disappears into particles.

Back in cock style, she turns to the store where she managed to be safe, especially if she wasn't dirty but tapped on her clothes just in case.

My colleagues watching through the window were applauding with sparkling eyes.

Until earlier, he said he had lost his hips, but it was a swallowing thing.

My master is pointing at me like I'm not interested either, but I was glad to see Cyril's battle up close, with no heart or a nibble in my mouth.

"Though, I guess now is the time to be praised"

Cyril knows it will happen after this.

Making a piece sign toward the store for now, almost simultaneously, she lost a lot of strength from her body - she fell from her back to the ground on her back.

An unscrupulous recoil.

Brave himself has been around for a long time, so the burden would be considerable.

The consciousness gradually diminishes.

Sleeping like this, I can feel the ground swing clearly on my back.

Perhaps someone else is fighting the same.

But there's no anxiety.

Instead, I was probably more worried about God's bloodline, which was meant to be (...) a total force battle in the gap where Fram wasn't there.

"You wouldn't die a lot because you're scared when you piss everyone off..."

Those who get loved ones can be gentler than before, but at the same time they also inner the cruelty of trumpeting something else.

But Cyril flushed "well," especially since he didn't have to wish the terrorists well.

And close your eyes.

Then drowsiness hit me all at once, and as it was, she let go of consciousness.