Hitsugi no Maou

"Hell..."

Gallol groaned on the tank before the God-eating, Mariela-faced thing.

A group of tentacles that fly slowly through the sky hang of devoured gods and snakes, as well as flesh pieces of the dead and man.

One of the Coffin soldiers threw a flame bottle at one tentacle coming towards the tank.

The flame bottle breaks and the flesh-colored tentacles burn up. I amputated the tentacles that allowed me to scream with the flesh-fucking sword Lucina had in her hand.

The tentacles that kept the flames together fell on the tank, and the depression. King Separca crushed his head with his big legs, resembling a red snake.

Makes a watery sound, crushing tentacles. King Separca, who trampled until the flames had gone out, looked like he was going to fall back on his feet.

"Weird. Killing this fleshy snake won't turn into a red light. The body remains intact."

"Probably... 'It' has nothing to do with the red snake so far. A parasite manipulated by witchcraft and influenced by magic would be separate."

To the words of Lucina, King Separca raises a single eyebrow and gives him a "ho" and a beard.

Lucina continued her words, staring at the raw odoured bodily fluids attached to the flesh-slapping sword.

"Said someone familiar with ancient magic in our country. Magic is a blasphemy that distorts nature. It seems that those who use mighty sorcery will soon have to pay the price for the blasphemy they have committed."

"Price"

He said, "Sometimes it turns you into someone you don't have to be."

Everyone's gaze on the tank was pointed at Mariella's face, which was high in the sky.

"That fleshy tentacle is Mariela, part of the woman who was manipulating God. I'm sure her body had nothing to do with her will… it was distorted by the rampant magic and swollen"

"So you're saying that the contents of that monster are the same people we are"

Lucina tilted her neck, exhaling thinly.

"I think she would say... 'saint', no... call me 'god'"

Even over this period.

In the heart of the coffins who drew their faces, King Separca looked (kao) like a beast and raised a laugh (this way).

The world burns. Wrapped in blue flames.

Far away, I felt I heard Ash calling my name, but soon my ears (jitters) burned and I lost my hearing.

Dust thought in the blue flames as he felt his flesh disappear.

What will happen to the world after this? I wonder what will happen to Ash. Lucina, Galore, Nagi, Sante... wonder what happens to Coffin.

Will General Yuk fall, the god of Snoba?

More calamity may come from Snobba's own country for defeating them.

Will people who have been involved with themselves survive...

'Don't be a jerk. Can you save everything with your own life? "

From the blue flaming wall, a bloody snobber flag wearing a man showed his face. With his blood-running eyes, he stares at the dust that is already turning into bone.

"Damn man, save one or two others with his life. That's why you hated your father, who couldn't even do it, and drove him to death. But some idiots go to hell trying to save more of us. About you."

"One or so, I wonder if I can live"

"Let who live? Is that Ash? Is that Lucina? Is that Galore's kid or Nagi? Can you just be happy on a scorched earth where you let one live?

Same as Rayakels. People who become demon kings always think only of themselves. I try to keep others alive with my emotions and conveniences, and I fail '

A man with the flag grabbed Dust's bone hand. The flames burst and all the remaining meat from the burning of the dust turns to ash.

Blood twitches in the eyes and mouth of the flag wolf, blurring or falling on the dust's wax.

"Life is no longer enough. Offering the death of the flesh will not save the times. I offer you everything in the name of the Demon King."

"All…"

"If you can save us all, souls, etc."

Blood falling on the dust's throat evaporates as it makes noise.

A man with the flag said, in the voice of dust.

"Postmortem tranquillity (Amnesty), etc., I don't need it"

- Oh, yeah.

Even if your soul, your personality, your history has perished.

That's how itchy it is.

"Offer everything"

"All about human dust."

"Offer to Demon King Dust"

"Everything about you is doomed."

"I'll replace you."

... you, Demon King.

Of the magic I used as the Demon King, the decentralization.

The moment the dust crumbled, the man with the flag chuckled and the flame engulfed it all.