He was like a demon king.
What I say is exactly like the demon king, the way I conceived and tried to reproduce it.
Unlike me, he had stretched out pale blonde hair like a moon and flushed it from shoulder to shoulder.
And those eyes, on clear silver, are demonic eyes like blue jewels.
The horns are not golden, but two black horns like big cows are removed from the temples.
And its wings, albeit in pairs, are covered in giant, ravenous, pitch-black feathers. One way or another, it's a shape reminiscent of a fallen angel.
But I don't care about that.
I can swing my sword off and shower words at the guy who stopped moving while activating 'Teller Voice'.
"Come on, as declared, I'm here to take everything from you."
I should have left a message at the very beginning to the man who raided Reyes in Winglest's conference room.
'Be prepared to throw everything away'.
I have given many warnings. And you still got your hands on it.
He still doesn't move. But the expression distorts happily as if it were something interesting to see.
"Kuk...... kuhaha! Right, you! I see. Inside. Why, this guy's a masterpiece."
Come on, laugh as you like right now, but good.
If I am strong, I think I am an absolute person who will not be invaded.
I don't have any clues, I don't have any leads.
Because you can see everything, everything.
Set [Advanced Appraisal] only at this moment, and I'll steal his abilities.
[NAME] Arkham Final Landschild
[Race] Top Demon Race (Imperial Demon)
[Occupation] Kensei (50) Demon Swordsman
[Level] 207
[Title] Black Sword Saint
Demon Sword bearer
Demon King of Killings
Ruler of the People's Heart
Who eats maidens
[Skills] Extreme Swordsmanship Killing Accelerated Sword Flash Reading Flame Demon Guide Soul Tied Demon Eye
I see, it does seem to have as much power as it can to grow, dominate everything, and behave arrogantly.
"Swordsman" is the top position at the end of raising "Swordsman," and "Demon Swordsman" is a unique job that can be transferred by equipping myself with special weapons, just like my "Swordsman."
Though a swordsman, it is one of the most powerful positions that can unleash magic according to the sword, some of which can also unleash a magic guide.
And his level is stunned 207, he's also above my level just coming into this world.
Oh...... what a delicious looking prey.
"My subordinates should be taken in one after the other with a gourd. Indeed, your appearance is no worse than mine. No, I admit it, you are more intimidating."
Talk, he talks.
Just seem to have fun, as if you can enjoy a laugh.
But at the next moment, I scream like a bark with a big distortion in my expression.
"Nonsense! You fools who have been confused by this appearance and have left me! You fools who have gone astray to get rid of me! Not one of you has seen this mess wield its power! Crap, I'm just confused by the look, frightened by the power of not being, disobeying this me, etc!
Oh, I see.
Does this guy have the power to read waves of his opponent's magic, like Mr. Yen?
But perhaps only the power of our compatriots can read. Nao, like you and me, we can't help each other regardless of race.
... You didn't listen to the assassins you let go?
Did you dispose of it without even listening to the big story, or did you not deal with it properly?
"Come on, invader, you can't get through to me. Let's play through the sword."
"... don't think about it, the featherworm. What world has a man who pulls out his sword like a feather? That's enough for you."
Declare.
With my sword on my back, I declare with one hand up.
If I don't use my sword, I'll ravage you with my bare hands.
You thought you could make a death row on an equal footing, this guy.
The demons who were coming to the ceremony were also surprised by Arkham's statement and focused their gaze on me, but they were even more stunned by my proclamation and leaked their voices.
"... have you thought beyond your own realm... stupid man"
Erase the joyfully distorted look, put up the sword again, and Arkham rushes out of the stage.
Jumping down the steps, he kicks it hard as a wall to further accelerate and flesh-press it this way.
The mouth is distorted and the Devil's Sword, with its deep purple fullness, is brilliant.
He releases a hipster blow with his right hand as he rushes to slip through the ground with a low profile.
The blade is approaching with my hips, and it is approaching a position that I can no longer avoid.
Fast, and sharp, that blow unleashes a distinctly different sense of intimidation than the demons that have fought so far.
Farewell, invader.
But when I get there, I finally wave down the right hand I was lifting and interfere with the blade's path.
Hey, you've already noticed. You're ridiculously funny right now, aren't you?
"... so good sword. But he's a man of great lust to come and show off his weapons in the midst of battle."
A lowered right hand holds the proud Devil's Sword.
Take a slash at a totally inevitable time, in an instant, and completely zero that kinetic energy.
Seems like you're putting your strength into pulling that sword once, but all you can hear is the sound of the gibberish and muscle pulsating and the sound of the sword turning and screaming.
If you lower your gaze, you scratch your foot trying to pull the sword while in a low position, and he's unnecessarily exposing himself to the top of his head here.
"... let go... let go of that hand, Shiro. What you can touch is not a move."
You can't understand reality, and you look like a child deprived of your favorite toy while trying to pull a sword with a dark, low voice.
... I'm the kind of race that sometimes thinks it's a good idea to raise your hand to a child who doesn't make sense and annoys people, right?
"Kneel!"
I wave my fist up with my sword in my hand, and I take the sword from his hand and I wave it down as I go.
Straight down to the tweezer is this looking but solid martial arts [hammer knuckle].
Pure attack moves. Basic moves, masterable at the beginning with few gaps, dedicated to close opponents.
That swings down in momentum as if it were crushing space.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaa"
My whole body stretches out to the ground so I can be clamped to the head to be slapped down.
The head is half buried on the ground and even a small crater is made.
But still, the effect of the [weak person selection] does not have to be like a crushed tomato.
His legs repeat their hiccups and cramps as if they were frogs waiting to be dissected.
The blow also adds up to the [shock] effect, hitting him in the corner and scattering feathers from his wings.
Then he pierces his sword in his hand into the blade where he lies, making it look like a moth specimen pasted into it.
For a moment, everyone in the venue is losing their voice and flashing at the appearance of a lord stretching out to the ground in just a moment.
But it was the man who was like this crushed frog who broke the silence.
"... I won't forgive you..."
Moments later, his body is engulfed in a blue and white flame, and he takes a distance trying to escape that fierce fire.
At the next moment, the flame intensified its radiance and the ground on which he was falling turned into a melting lava.
... Seriously, do you even reach the melting point of the stone that flame.
When you stand loose, a flame covering your whole body turns to your sword and wraps your body in blue and white, no longer a light through the flames.
Then pull out the sword pierced to stop that stitching, and take an eight-phase stance.
The next moment it popped into my ear was a word I couldn't read some innocent air that didn't look like this place.
"Ah! The flames are really blue!
Mr. Leue, please, will you let Serious decide here?
"Let's withdraw, you are a formidable enemy that could be my obstacle. I want you to do everything you can against me."
"Annoying, shut up"
Ability configurations show true value.
In an instant, they circle behind them, eroding their blue and white swords with darkness to seize heat and disperse it around them.
Influence of the junction or somewhat more MP to magic activation than usual.
But still, I won't activate the magic guide.
Dragging the sword backwards as it is, dragging it down to ignore the shoulder joints, finally letting go of the sword to the pain.
I'll just retrieve it and go to the item box.
Weapons destruction is basic. And it's also basic to get anything you can get.
"You! Where did you do my sword!
"It's a toy that's past you. Swing it with a stick."
The look I look back at while keeping my shoulders down is finally losing room and dyeing to amazement.
If it had been two months earlier, it wouldn't have happened.
I wave my fist with all my strength with that look that finally collapsed.
Without even being able to guard, the impact broke one corner of the crack and blew it into the gallery.
But once again, I go around the blowing end of it, and I stick my elbow out, his spine hanging, and I roll out the moves.
"Top Elbow" This move, which does not use valuable fists, is a valuable martial arts technique that could have been activated with a sword even in the game days.
The effect is that site destruction is more likely to be activated by a hardened opponent.
The effect was then transmitted to the entire body by [shock], resulting in further scattering of feathers from areas close to the back, i.e. the wings.
I can almost make one futon with just scattered feathers, but I still can't seem to break his wings or his heart.
Arkham, eating his top elbow and being flown near the broken stage again, opens his mouth with a slightly fearful look this time.
"... who are you"
"... I don't need two demon kings. That's everything, mister."
I'm going to return the word "inconvenience" to you just like it was.
You do look like you deserve to be called the Demon King, but if you let me tell you, it's a good place to be second class.
What, the beautiful wings halfway through it?
What, those gemstone-like eyes?
The Demon King doesn't need beauty.
Although it would be all about being disastrous and just terrorizing the other person.
"... kuku... right, well, that's what you say when you're the real demon king"
"It's a title that's past you. Like a sword, I'll take it."
The intensity of the earlier attack led to the evacuation of the surrounding people who felt in danger, and all that remained on this occasion were Arkham's private soldiers and the adventurers under my umbrella, as well as Mr. Ikes' men, who were planning the rebellion, and some of the people who worked in the mansion.
But due to the loss of people, Arkham found his trump card in it.
"Do it!"
Hear the words and set yourself up that Mr. Ikes will unleash his magical guidance.
But after all this time, it didn't come, and only for a moment, me and Arkham's consciousness were completely synchronized.
"What is it?".
"... what's going on, Ikes! Kill this outer enemy!
"... what the hell..."
Turning around, Mr. Ikes begins to examine his body in confusion, not knowing what happened himself.
... Can't you force it?
"Apparently, you're losing the power to impose. I'm sorry, my business does not include killing, so I cannot follow your orders."
Surprisingly, Mr. Ikes says so with a very good smile, and Mr. Yen, who does not hide his joy in his appearance and comes closer.
... Were the grandmothers still there? From here on out, it's going to be a little bad for the heart, right?
"Damn, what's going on!
"I didn't know you could ask your men for help and listen to orders. He's a different man everywhere."
"Shut up! Reis, how about you! Shoot this man!
Huh?
More than that. So you gave me to Reyes?
Reyce's gaze and mine, which were evacuating with Rhue, finally interacted.
Then Leis narrows his eyes slightly and laughs at me.
At that moment, the only sound I can hear rings in my brain.
[Sender Reiss]
[I'm sorry it's so difficult because this is the first time I haven't seen it.
See what I do now]
Hiragana's just a little cute in that sentence, I can't believe it, but I nod at her.
"Arkham, you've been asking for me and you've been doing everything you can for a long time."
"That's right! That's what a man like you would take from me if he suddenly showed up! Rais, you're gonna take this guy down with me!
"Really, you're an obsessive and pitiful person everywhere"
With that said, Reis takes out his bow and connects an arrow made of magic.
As it is, squeeze the string made of crimson light and point it this way.
The arrows are firmly pointed at me. And look at it, and Arkham declares it out loud.
Surrounded by surprises, even Rhue looks like he's going to cry for a moment, but he looks at me with anticipation to see my nigga face and convince me what happens after this.
"This is it! This is reality! No matter how strong you are, this is reality! Reyce's heart is already mine!?
Splashes fly and pollute the ground.
Green lawn with crimson embellishments.
My face, turning to this way as if I were sure of the victory, is distorted by pain and surprise.
I see [homing chute].
That's an attack that, when you lock on an object in range, always hits you wherever you fire it.
Instead of its overly good tracking performance, that blow, which is dampened in power, is at best intimidating or distracting.
But it was true that Reis' blow penetrated his belly, far superior to his own, and the tip of the magic arrow was popping this way.
When I noticed, the grass trees in the garden, which were collapsing in the aftermath of the battle, were falling to swirl towards Reis.
Well, did Reyce gather the magic of Arkham, scattered in this battle, and the magic of the junction that covers this entire site on himself with 'regeneration techniques', to intensify the attack?
It only covers a vast lot, and the magic power used is immense. That's what leaks out of it.
And the magic guide he himself has been trying to unleash since earlier is also being erased by me to disperse magic around him.
An earlier blow was an amalgamation of them all.
"... look, this is reality. No matter how much you ask for her, this is reality. From the moment he was born, Reyce is all mine, body and heart,"
Hey, how do you feel now?
At the end of my hellish suffering, my thought-provoking opponent chose me and reached out to me.
How does it feel to be pierced with that hand the next moment you think so?
How does it feel to be converted into an opponent as if you were convinced of victory?
Ha, I'm really happy. So much. 'Hey, how do you feel right now? There will also be no occasion when the phrase' suits you.
"... don't be ridiculous... gu... in this place, is it going to be over! Good enough, a place like this, I don't need it! I'll give you the win here, but don't forget!... Kuh."
The expression that was dying of despair becomes vicious as if it once again hosted a flame of hatred while withstanding the pain.
Are you gonna run away? In this situation? Even though we still have a bunch of trump cards left over here?
"Take me on the road, and let me protect all the livestock you've taken care of! Come, my family!
Blood bled out of his belly, one corner broke, and only a few winged feathers left undisturbed.
Even in that situation, he doesn't even try to break his grumpy attitude, he tries to summon new bills.
That depth of obsession no longer deserves respect... Whatever it is, I was very conscious, so even that obsession is empty.
"Kukukuku... you seem lucky. But don't think that's it."
"Oh, your followers seem to be long overdue. Really... you really got lucky?
"... you... what have you done"
"Well? So, how are you gonna get away from here?
At the next moment, from behind the mansion, one wing dragon after another appears to cover the sky.
Whether they are being kept or dozens of empty kings staring at this one as if waiting for the decree.
It is true that if we are attacked simultaneously in this number, it will be difficult for me to contain the damage to the city anyway.
The large number of inhabitants evacuated from this place are probably panicking with fear at the number of dragons that suddenly cover the sky.
"My powers are not the only thing. Everywhere you go, you're just an individual. Soon, everything on this continent will be your enemy! Shake that time and wait! Come!"
Arkham waved his arms down greatly and gave the decree, vomiting words that could be taken as pronouncements of death, both abandonment dialogue and loss.