Hitsugi no Maou

In Gallol's hands, a dead red snake dissolves in the air and spreads mist.

That's the same as the remains of the snake left in Makito's body. Makito slowly rises, staring at the parasite that disappears as red smoke.

Surprisingly, even with a spear stabbed in his shoulder and his hands crushed, it should be noted that Makito had not removed the battle axe.

Other humans would have wrapped their tongues around them brilliantly while they were enemies. But Galore knows that Makito is dull in pain.

Makito's crushed arm, his wrist, made a noise with his jaw. The shape of a snake rises beneath the skin and the broken bone returns to its original shape.

From the shoulder wound, one of the spears fell off and rolled to the ground.

Makito, with his face up, breathes deeply and swallows.

To Makito, who looked at himself coldly, Gallor tore through the soot of hemp clothes under his armor and snapped his nose as he wrapped tightly around the wound on his left arm.

"The Owl Knight is right. Its playability, its vitality… is too much of a bucket to call a person"

"Saints, I guess you didn't say. This is the grace of a holy snake."

"Ugly!!

Shouting and eating up his teeth, Galore slapped his fist as he turned to the adventurer who was approaching right behind him.

A spear-throwing adventurer was about to cut Gallol with a newly unplugged knife.

An adventurer with a decent punch in the nose hits his followers and glances at them.

Garroll kicked that chest with a big sole and left the three adventurers at once.

The adventurer in the front row rolls to the ground and nods with his chest covered, but the two remaining only slightly disfigured, pointing their sword and gaze at Gallor again.

There were signs of Makito moving behind his back.

Bareback Gallol rushes out to two adventurers coming from the front in a pinched situation.

The moment he gave himself up to squeeze the two swords to be wielded, the signs of Makito, which were imminent right there, stopped.

Shortly after I frown, something crawls up Gallol's right leg at high speed.

Something about it rushes up from Gallol's bulb to his chest, peeling his eyes off the shock and deck, jumping on one of the sword-wielding adventurers.

The sound of a blade poking at the meat. An adventurer, deep-pushed with a black knife in his face, went half frenzied and swung his blade.

From the black knife, the body of a beetle made of shadows is stretched, and his feet without entities are stretched out against the adventurer with a scab.

- Gallor turned his gaze toward the dust as he jumped away. Beyond the warriors fighting, he looks straight at Gallol, crushing his spell.

Dust sent the demon to help us.

At that moment, something more flies through the universe out of the confusion around us.

When I grabbed it, it was Gallol's sword. A Coffin soldier who lent him this sword earlier had his thumbs up in business while he set up another weapon at the edge of his sight.

"- You idiots! Don't worry about me!! For your own good..."

Focus!

Yelling so loudly, Garroll does not wave a wide range of swords at the second adventurer.

The first blow is prevented by a blade, but he pushes out his sword and body as it is and starts his enemies with his temper.

Gallol was unconsciously holding his mouth up as he shoved his sword up against the chest of his opponent, who had lost and untied his erection.

… saving your companions from distress is an out-of-the-box, comfortable thing.

For Gallol, who had just taken the most powerful seat on his own and was eager to be a hero, it was also a reality where he felt a sense of awkwardness.

Feeling dependable to others, helping each other...... there is no such thing as the superiority or inferiority of fine abilities.

Do what you can with all your spirits. Heroes and miscellaneous soldiers all become one group and one force.

What Gallol needs to do… now, for everyone's sake, what needs to be done.

"Servant Yikes!!

Makito, who raises his anger, slashes at Gallol, who pulls his sword out of the adventurer's body.

"That's right... I can't be a hero, what I have to do!!

Swing your sword, straight from the front, toward the sharp battle axe blade.

Someone's body blew up right next to the two of them, slashed down by their enemies. Large amounts of blood spread like curtains, colouring the world of Gallol and Makito.

"Trying to take a snake fight back! Your helplessness is being attempted!! Brave Makito Ohh!!

"Let him do it. Miscellaneous soldier ah!!

A blade that meets violently scatters sparks and illuminates the world.

Unbreakable battle axe. A crack enters the blade of Makito, so named, and the sword of Gallol, but it is Macito who lost the momentum of the attack.

Both arms gripping the battle axe are pushed away, and the pattern of the battle axe hits Makito's own throat.

Makito's throat made a strange noise and Gallor's blade touched his neck.

"... Heroes come late"

From the curtain of blood, there was no sound, and a long, sharp blade stretched.

On the tip of his sword, which quietly comes towards his cheek, Gallol peels his eyes off like a beast and opens his mouth wide in an attempt to raise a growl.

On its sewn mouth, in a blocked scar, the blade fills straight, tearing apart the bumps, meat and thread, and pushing it through to the opposite cheek.

The sword shook off vigorously, and Gallor's mouth ripped like a wolf.

Makito pulls his face in amazement and kicks Galore's body with that look on his face.

Gallor glanced at the rear and saw him tearing his own mouth as he sprayed blood.

It was Leo Sandra, with her mouth tied, who emerged from the curtain of blood falling to the ground.

... this, to a man.

An adventurer's body falls from scratch when he tries to move his mouth against Gallol. Falling over, Gallor's sword pierced the ground broke with a detachment.

At the tip of Gallol's head, which falls to a lie, Makito sees Leo Sandra and raises his voice.

"Where have you been... you"

"I was in the square, Makito. I was protecting myself as I watched the adventurers. Because I'm responsible, and I'm not running away in silence like Salida."

"... hmm, so you found a chance to get a handle on it and squeak it out. Heroes come late? I had enough of that."

"Looks like you've been struggling for it. Well, that's good. There is no such thing as talking to each other. We need to get rid of the Demon King fast."

Leo Sandra points to Dust with her sword without even looking at Galore at the earliest.

But Makito looked at Gallor, and moved his gaze to determine the amount of blood flowing on the ground, and then shook his head.

"The end of him comes first. He licked me so much... I'm sorry if I had to tear him apart."

"Are you willing to defeat the enemy that people have defeated?

"I'm not as sweet as you are. You can call the Demon King first."

Leo Sandra grinned and shrugged her shoulders at Makito waving the battle axe.

... My people scream at Gallor as they battle their enemies.

Stand up. The enemy's coming.

But Garroll was clenching his broken sword and pouring hot blood from his mouth.

Heat is transmitted burning through the throat, ears and nose, and the body is numb to the impact of the injury.

Makito steps this way.

- This is a step...

Galore exhaled the blood from your mouth, listening to the screams of his fellow ear-shaking ears in pain.