Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

- - And.

Everything about Dimkuld was wrapped in pale flames.

Remaining in the dead world, the last of humanity.

Every life picked up by the Ark of Promise disappears into a blue flame.

The demon king silently moaned that what was supposed to remain would burn out mercilessly.

I'm not surprised.

I just thought:

- Oh, I knew it.

The Demon King throws his voice behind his back as he shows in his eyes the ethereal flames that have covered much of the island of Enchantment and all of Weijima.

There's...

He himself laid down his hand, there was the remains of his classmates.

"You remember one of the fools."

There can't be an answer.

They don't move.

Because the Demon King himself has lost his life.

But that pale flame was proving it.

her presence.

her life.

"- Um? Did you find out?

Muri, and.

Naturally, Azelea rose.

The red-haired girl stands up fully on her own feet and frowns on a blood-swet robe.

As she sighed as she gave up, she paid off the stains of bread and robes with her hands and grinned.

"Long time no see, brother. ♪ How did you know I was me?

Azelea...

No.

The devil who names his sister.

Ask my brother in his previous life with ease as if he were watching it on a quiz show as well.

"... you always reincarnate into a woman close to me"

The Demon King looked back.

The dusk sword does not lose its brilliance even in the dark night.

"So did Anelli. So did Phil. So I thought if I built a backyard, I'd get mixed up there... but I didn't.

Then Azelea is the first candidate. It's just a simple erasure. "

The twilight sword that led the world to its end, but now it was shining even brighter in front of its true enemy.

Give me that sword tip.

The Demon King pokes at a monster who looks like Azerea.

"I've been waiting for you, this time.

You no longer have a reincarnation (escape) -!! "

I will definitely kill you.

Kill for sure.

Because I have sacrificed everything to humanity and I have finally hunted it down......!!

"Heh... heh!

My sister, who was supposed to be cornered...

But for some reason, he smiled glossily.

"Oh... oh, oh, oh!

I'm glad! I'm really glad, brother!

(...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...)?

I'm impressed! I was going to do it myself, but I can't believe your brother took the initiative!

Now you cultivate love with all your thoughts and feelings, brother!

The demon king's expression was distorted as if he had seen something obscure.

Words don't seem to make sense.

Whatever you say, whatever you do, this demon interprets it like it's at his convenience.

Don't stay, this stuff.

Even in an finished world, there's no place for this guy to exist.

The question was useless.

In the wake of the demon king's will to kill, the dusk glow rips the darkness.

No more.

Not even for a moment.

To not allow its existence.

The Demon King took a step toward what was once his sister's thing.

- Right after.

The leg stops.

Humanity on earth is dying.

The people who escaped into the sky also burned out.

In the world, there were only two people left here.

That was supposed to happen.

But...

Now.

What came into the Demon King's ear.

Footsteps (...).

Neither one of us here has a footstep.

- In draggy condition, slowly approaching.

……

My sister, who looked like Azelea, also looked in the direction of the sound with surprise.

Loaded debris.

From among the mountains.

One human being shows up.

"... ah..."

The Demon King made a startling look this time.

That's a person who's not supposed to be here anymore.

The person he was supposed to have struck down.

Blue hair.

Pointed ears.

Clothes are torn as-is when he slashes and rips.

I dragged one foot, and I came with a crawling body...

".................. rake, l..................?

The body.

That's right.

I haven't checked.

There were fatal injuries.

But.

But.

Her spiritual art [takeover of divine will].

Allowing the imitation of the spiritual art of others, it has, in one of its repertoires, a [healing whip] that heals wounds.

Under Planet Island.

On the way to a cliff where no one can blame you, if you focus on first aid......

I might be able to save my life.

Until now, no one has ever noticed.

Rachel looked at 'the guy', who looked Azelea, with his worn out eyes.

".......................................?

And.

This is how you whine.

"... you, who...?

I don't care what you think. Look at 'the guy' who's only Azerea.

Who are you?

Moments, in the bosom of the Demon King, blow away emotions that should have disappeared.

Do you understand?

You know what I mean?

I've thought no one would understand.

I've thought no one would understand.

But.

Not to you.

You know what I mean, to you!

Rachel -!!

"... ahhh"

"The guy" is.

With the same but completely different face and voice as Azerea, I say it like it's boring.

"Were there any featherworms left?"

It was reflective.

"Stop -!!"

I didn't get my wish.

I wish, but it was too late.

Rachel was wrapped all over her body in the pale flame caused by 'the guy' to burst out of her hand.

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I didn't feel the heat.

Between now and coming here, I was too used to pain and suffering, and now that I've been burned all over my body, I didn't even think I was scared.

Rachel looks across the pale flame at Jack's face as he falls and lays down powerless.

(... oh)

The last thing I lit was.

Just a whisper.

One wish.

(... don't look like that, Jack...)

Jack puts an awesome look mixed with hatred, resentment and anger on someone who looks like Azerea.

A dusk sword was shaken.

Someone who looked Azerea ran along the pale flames with pleasure.

Seriously, the last battle in the world begins.

But...

Raquel, before he sees its opening.

consciousness and.

Life.

- I lost it.