Hitsugi no Maou

One Hundred Twenty-eight Tales: An Invitation

"... hey, hey... feel it"

To Magdael's question, the hunter does not answer.

In fleshy hell, as people fight to death, the two do their eyes from behind the big helmet and the skull of the heraldica, on the broken stone wall.

God destroyed the first stone wall. This is where the Demon King was.

"I'm calling."

From behind Magdael, an owl knight raised his voice. He, disturbed by his breath, sounds a toothpick from inside the iron helmet.

"But not 'him'. Call us into this battle. It's not a gathering of men. That's all I know, intuitively."

"It doesn't feel like it's someone's will. However, somehow... I have to go to that place right now, I feel that way. Something's working on my instincts. Something is making me sudden."

"The magic that brought us back into this world is luring us there.... Look."

An owl knight takes his right hand off and puts it up. The fingertips of his spiritual body were swollen and flowing, as if it were a flame in the wind. Looks like they're attracted to the stone wall.

"It's not as powerful as it can be. But surely something is about to happen over there, and we need it for that. Which one do you choose to keep fighting the enemy in front of you?

"What happens to us if we rush to the stone wall?

An owl knight and a hunter saw Magdael asking at the same time. "No..." Behind Magdael, who hands on the chin in his big helmet, a flesh-colored monster swallows the house (of).

"What happens to dead people and there's no shit? Our lifespan is almost over."

"There is no such thing as Mamoru."

Herajka's skull leaked words for the first time.

"It's because of this obscenity that I want to be, and there it is. The bullies are with us, they are with us. Anyway, I've been peeling."

"Knock."

Magdael ripped off his chest of blood. Their natural flesh should be so decaying in their respective places.

There is no life in the spirit body. It's just that the remnants of the dead, the shadows, are shapeless and dull.

We didn't even have to check with each other now why we came back into this world until we turned into something like that.

The hunter's right, now once, he's back to protect something on his back. He came back to protect a nation that was being destroyed, to protect people, his people, burning their souls.

Spiritual bodies are not lives to spare. Weapon. I got it from Demon King Dust, it was a weapon to fight.

"... I'm just getting tired of throwing up spears. I don't know if it's working or not. The little 'hand' isn't my gala.

After all, the audience is going to be boiling if you don't beat a flashy shot of dying to the point where any opponent can't get up!

"Riding an invitation to magic doesn't necessarily lead to a counterattack. More than not feeling the clear will of the dust, it's half betting."

"You're superior! If you bet, I'll let you win! Gambling isn't luck, it's the urge to go and beat greed (or better yet), even if it hurts! Only good luck rolls in for a man who looks good at winning!

An owl knight slowly exhaled at Magdael, who abandoned his weapon and slapped his cobwebs together.

"Let's go win, then"... With that word as a signal, the three responded to the magical invitation to suck their souls, and ran out.