Hitsugi no Maou

Grey clouds, damp winds, dragons dancing in the sky.

Before the unusual world, Yuk clenched the sword of regression strong, and shook the demon king as he shuddered.

"- Are you going to put everything back together? Hide the sun that we have raised in heaven, the blue sky, again with dirty clouds, and fly the corpse of a rotten guardian dragon into the sky... so you're going to put your ass on Snobba's victory?

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"Nothing changes. Your magic, for example, doesn't change the world. Watch... your little resistance... and I'll send it back to the blister soon."

Twenty or so adventurers rise up with their weapons in a square where both the light and the group of red pigeons have disappeared.

Euk turned his voice to Mariela, sidelined by the adventurers who began to surround the wandering demon king.

"Mariela, come with me. We're going back to the city of Snowba."

"! But......!

"Even manipulating the red snake from here is not obvious. God is just going to burst... directly into the part of the giant's corpse with a regression sword.

My sword, which wipes out all sorcery effects, should be able to solve the magic of the Demon King and bring God back into our hands again "

Yuk looks at the brave Makito and Leo Sandra and says low, "Ask for this occasion".

"Don't kill the Demon King. Crush your hands and feet, break your spine and capture them. Keep your mouth shut so you can use magic.

After the commotion has subsided, I will kill you with this hand. "

"It's dangerous to go by God now. How hard it is to hold God down by soaking up the debris that pours down to say you.

Wouldn't it be better if I were immortal? "

In front of Makito pointing to his chest, Euk shook his neck sideways as soon as possible as he made his way to the exit of the square.

"God is a symbol of the power of snobbery. It was you who held it back that kept the colonists' hearts away from me.

Don't worry... Mariela, escort me. "

Mariella jumps off the stage and puts her hands high.

Several snobber soldiers who survived a series of disturbances rush to Yuk, and from even more fallen snobber soldiers, a red snake crawls out.

The red snake entered the corpse of a nearby, less damaged adventurer and joined Yuk's escort in a slightly more impregnable move.

Adventurers sieging dust at the look draw their faces and swallow their spit.

When Yuk whistled his fingers higher, one white horse rushed in from outside the square to see where he was waiting.

Yuk cleverly jumps up and grabs the white horse's tenderness, twisting himself so that he can rise on the saddle. While pulling up Mariela behind it, the last general of Snoba saw the face of the Demon King.

"I have a feminine face... no shards of horror. I didn't expect a good man like you to do this."

"... are you kidding me"

A dust that crumbles small while nagging. Did Yuk realize that he had been bewitched by his appearance, turned into a haunted (and) shape for a moment, and kicked the belly of a spanning white horse thoughtfully.

Screamless, the white horse rushes out to the exit of the square.

When Yuk and the escorts disappeared outside the fence, Makito, who was in charge of the battle axe, "Well," saw Leo Sandra next door.

"So shall I do it? Which one of you calls first? Mr. Leo Sandra."

"No, which one... I'm telling you, I'm not going to fight. I don't have any experience with magicians and my back hurts lately..."

"I didn't say I had a sword for you. I'm asking you if you want me to do a little research on your adventurers first."

"Oh well. Then the..."

The moment Leo Sandra did her eyes, one of the adventurers stripped his teeth and said, "Me!" and ran out toward the dust.

With wandering Leo Sandra on his back, the adventurer wields a great sickle, swinging the blade down over the top of the dust.

The moment an adventurer tries to smile at his opponent who remains nagging.

From the nostalgia of a dust coat, a darker one crawls out without sound.

Ha, and a color-changing adventurer jumped back to me as I was dragged by the momentum of waving a sickle.

The blade tip of the sickle flies the tip of the dust's hair, and in the hand holding the sickle pattern, a single red muscle runs.

An adventurer fleeing behind the dust raised a groan to the blood spraying out of his hand momentarily late.

"... Cane would be nice. Somewhat like a superior adventurer..."

From the nostalgia of the dust, a black worm crawls out, some the size of a child's head.

Precisely like the demons that Dust had obeyed, it was a product of his own shadowy magic, and the right hindlimb of the black shadow body was made of blades.

Dust was carrying a knife with an exoskeleton pattern of beetles. The shadow of a bug that took it in as part of his body falls to the ground with a burdock.

In the shadow of a retreat and a quick crawling bug, an adventurer with a sickle said, "Wow!" He raised his voice and shook the blade down.

Perhaps by chance the blade tip hits the rear limb of the knife, and the worm is bounced and flies through the air as it rotates.

A bug shadow passed next to Dust's face, making an unpleasant noise behind his back the next moment.

The sound of the blade gouging through the meat, the sound of the adventurer blowing blood bubbles and kneeling.

At the tip of the sickle-gripping adventurer staring with a pale face are the adventurer with his throat pierced by a knife and the shadow of a bug as he tries to pull his hindlimbs out of his wound.

Other adventurers watching the course raised their anger simultaneously at the blood of their fellow spilled, killing them in the dust.