Hitsugi no Maou

Against an attacking enemy, Dust does not move with his eyes on the ground.

An adventurer with an earlier sickle launches another attack on the Demon King who drops a bump and a low crush in his mouth.

A blade carved with an angel spreading its wings cuts the wind and approaches it. The dust doesn't move.

"Dangerous!! Up there!!

Another adventurer suddenly raised his voice. As the sickle adventurer raises his gaze, he jumps over people's heads and the shadow of a deer flies in flames.

A deer skull hit the face of an adventurer who had once tried to wield a sickle early for a moment.

A shattering molar pierces the adventurer's face and is pushed down by momentum as it is.

"Damn, not again!!

Adventurers who have twice been interrupted by demons attack poison deer as they kick their untouched bodies.

Several adventurers who then tried to approach the Demon King turned their backs on a deafening roar that echoed from outside the siege.

Several surviving demons come to the battlefield scattering blue and white flames.

The brave Makito screamed as he lifted the battle axe with one hand.

"Don't be cowardly! You look terrible. You look terrible! Flames don't have heat, shadow bodies can't interfere in this world! Smash your skull and you can take it down easily!

"Easy said...!

A flat sword-wielding adventurer, like a ship, was bitten and tumbled by the shadow of a dog sliding the blade through an unusual figure.

Another adventurer sticks out a spear in an attempt to help him, but the dog shadow twists his eaten leg and lifts it, preventing the blade tip with the enemy's calf.

The shadow of a snake crawling through the ground slipped from his shoes into his pants, following a momentary gap when the adventurer, who had stabbed his allies, stiffened himself to the screams he had often had.

Screams and frenzies, demons assembled to protect their masters, run around, fly around, and become a state of confusion among the adventurers.

Makito, who watched the situation a little further away, puts his hand on his chin next to wandering Leo Sandra and sends his gaze to Dust.

Even if a blade or blunt instrument dancing around blushes your hair or coat, the dust won't even faint and twitch.

He stares at the ground and keeps dropping bumps and crushes all the time.

Makito slowly raised his mouth angle slightly.

Undefensively, Leosandra turns her voice to Makito, who walks straight out toward the Demon King.

"Come on, Makito! Dangerous!"

"Don't be silly. Towards the immortal brave."

"Demon King's magic has driven God crazy, too! Your immortal power is one scale of God's power! It may be more easily taken by the balls...... makito!

Ignoring Leo Sandra's advice, Makito steps into a vortex of mixed warfare.

Among the adventurers and demons who kill each other, a brave man who raises his battle axe over his head and goes straight ahead staring only at the demon king.

An adventurer who smashed the skull of a middle-dog with an axe reported the handles to Makito, but Makito doesn't even look at him with a glimpse of one hand.

The adventurer who triumphed over the demon looks dissatisfied and is devoured and screamed by another demon who jumped from side to side.

The sight of hell. But in numbers, the adventurer side prevails.

If a corpse moves and gets used to the shock and fear of spraying up and attacking the flames, the adventurers will annihilate (at least) the demons, even if left alone.

When Makito came to the sight of Dust, he slowly lowered the battle axe he was flying.

He folded his hips to peek into his nagging face, and then, laughing in a very small voice, he showed his teeth.

"I knew it. I thought you weren't."

……

"You're tough, aren't you? The blood you bled, Morg took it. You don't have enough blood."

Dust's face was slightly blue and his pupils (how) were about to open.

Watching that hand wound dry and covered in sandy scabs, Makito snapped his nose and grabbed Mimizuk's skull with one hand coming from behind.

Mimizuku rattles with a deaf voice. A crack entered the bone, instantly crushed.

The gills, the gills, and the glass make a scratching sound, and the shadows of the mites are scattered, and the blue and white firepowder falls to the ground with pieces of bone.

The dust, which was annoying, raised his face slightly and glanced at Makito with his bloody eyes.

"Without the power of immortality, there's a cunt who's so screwed... don't worry about it"

"It's a difficult dialogue to judge if you're losing or if you still have your wife's hands. You can cut off your hands and feet like this... but Yuk tells me to capture you, and"

Makito accidentally grinned. The instantaneous battle axe pattern cuts the wind and is tapped into the abalone of the dust.

A dust stuck in his breath was knocked down straight to the ground.

Some of the demons react to the situation and turn their aim towards Makito.

Stop, and soon after the dust groans, Machito's battle axe strikes, crushing the demons' skulls with blades and patterns.

The only deer shadow devoured it with molars left in Makito's neck muscle, but the moment it tore his skin, he was pierced between his eyebrows by a popping red snake, which collapsed in a blur.

Makito, who shed blood muscles from the end of her mouth, laughed in a high voice as she looked down at the dust.

"Look, look, look! Come on, hit me with your next hand! Chinky demons will be wiped out soon! Are we going to use new sorcery again? Or are you going to play that morgue over there?

Fine, do it, it's always been up to you and the brave to defeat the Demon King or the Evil Dragon! It's my job!

"... you don't risk losing your life... what is a 'courageous man'...!

Dust with hands on the ground.

Makito's smile instantly scratched off and a twinkle of wrinkles came around her cheek.

- Are you going to deny me my title? Come on, you're gonna want to kill me. Don't invade my dignity. "

"Makes me laugh. Two names, brave, etc., are not what they should call themselves. The courageous are themselves innumerable all over the world...

Among the many human beings, the name "The Brave" is called by others with sincere praise for the hero who went on to fight for his death without fear of losing his wounds. "

Uncomfortable (fuzzy) extremes, such as those who do not accept death calling themselves brave.

To the dust of telling him to throw up, Makito had his mouth half-opened with a pompous look for a while.

Adventurers rushing through the remaining few demons and trying to join Makito.

In front of them, Makito's face flesh trembles, and the raised blood vessels crawl through his face.

"I knew it......! I knew you. Come on......!

To Makito, who gripped the battle axe and shook it up, Dust put his right hand in his nostalgia and tried to stand up.

"- I knew you'd die! You worm bastard!!

Gosh, the battle axe swung straight down into Dust's face.

"... you might not make it again"

The stone room in Rayakels. The monument Ado, who was also slammed on the stone tablet, looked down at Ash as he yawned.

Ash is desperately trying to remember and complete the spell of dust by engraving a letter at his feet with a fork of household utensils he brought in.

With a groan and a fork ringing, yeah, yeah. Ado looks up at the ceiling and sighs as she gently kicks her ass.

"Dust, I wonder if I lost. If you strip a snob of his fangs, he'll kill you, or he'll be the worst captured and tortured alive, right? I peeled off my skin and got my blood rolled out."

"Just shut up!!

Ado squeaks hard eyelids at Ash yelling in tears.

"Heart of deep star fire sleeping on earth... dancing black... not... burning... not... er"

"... but if, remembering the spell, the dust was already dead when I got out of the ground... Ash, what would you do?

"... black... burn... burn..."

"Want to fight snobs for this country? Or run outside the border after all? Hey."

"Maybe Dust will win on his own..."

Ash squeezed the fork and glanced at Addo from between her hair.

Ringing his throat as he rubbed his eyes into the arm-wrapping ads.

"Absolutely, because I'm going to live with Dust and see him again. Never... I won't admit goodbye like this."

"I won't admit it..."

"Please, let me concentrate. Because it reminds me of an absolute spell. I'll make it."

To Ash, who bites his lips all the time and starts to move the fork again, Ado shrugged his shoulders...... still doesn't hold his mouth any further, he started watching the work in silence.

A dagger dancing through the universe pierced Makito's back properly.

My left hand moves away from the battle axe I nearly swung down and the blade swerves through the ground to the left of the dust.

Makito and the adventurers stopped moving and everyone was looking in the direction of the dagger's arrival.

"Fool......"

A group of Coffin men entered the square in Makito's twinkling eyes.

A dagger, a wide range of swords, wielding an over-decorated weapon that the escaped adventurers seem to have dropped, and a royal Coffin warrior soldier, the knights, roaring ahead of Galore.

"- Those fools ahhhhhhhhh!!

The blades of the Coffins slashed into a group of snobbers, without the wrath of Makito.