Hitsugi no Maou

White, huge, moon-like eyeballs with flaming arms.

A watery sound echoed with the dust, and even the demon king's chin buried in his eyeballs.

In front of Mariella, who stands still, the deceased who was obsessed with her continues to throw herself into the fire of the Demon King with fury.

Whenever a deceased jumps in, the body of a blue and white flame increases its firepower and size. A fuzzy arm in Mariella's eyeball burns from the inside of the eyeball, causing the surrounding moisture to boil (plump).

Beko, and Mariella's left eye snapped. For the first time since then, the huge Mariella's lips are distorted and she makes a scream that even holds up stormy wind pressure.

A fleshy tentacle struck the Demon King all at once. Countless groups of tentacles twinkle and scratch the flaming body.

……

But the demon king, who became like a hare when he was attacked, let his torn mouth swell wide and laughed silently. Stick your left fist further into your eyeballs as you get stuck.

The tentacles that stabbed the Demon King are all burned out by the burning flames of the Demon King and taken in screaming. The body of the Demon King, made up of a group of flames and spiritual bodies, is subjected to external attacks, as if it were a group of little ones, with minimal damage.

Both arms, on the other hand, are disappointed, strongly constructed, tearing the eyeball apart and spreading the wound.

In front of the demon king, who laughs without words, Mariela still screams and the lower part trembles (shins) from her face, which was like a meat tower.

Mariella moved as she left the ever-growing demon king on her face. The body, which was not clearly shaped, rapidly moaned, constituting the chest, the belly, the hands and feet.

The fleshy monster is also about to become a person again in order to fight the man-shaped demon king. Skinless chunks of meat turn into larger Mariella shapes than the royal castle.

It was no longer just a wreckage, a fruitful immortal giant, and a serpent, completely taken into the flesh.

Shake the hair made of meat and Mariella grips her right hand.

And the king of demons, who was about to tear his eyeballs apart, struck him with a giant fist that pulsed.

"It's like a mythical battle..."

Neither Lucina nor King Separca could return his voice to the words of Gallor, who looked up in the air.

All the living who stand on the earth stop even their hands from attacking Mariella, staring at the appearance of a giant demon who has suddenly appeared.

The flesh-colored fisted demon broke its shape once by stirring the flames, but soon reconstituted his body and now stuck to the fist that struck him.

The demons and those directly beneath Mariela were in an extremely dangerous situation, but there is still no one to try to escape. Everyone was more prepared to die than when the fleshy tentacles were flying. He died trying to defeat the monster who tried to destroy the land.

In their eyes, the blue, burning demon was not a threat directly linked to their danger.

More powerful than our own swords and spears... we could defeat our enemies, we had the power to attack... 'Hope'.

"Kill it. Wow!!

The first person to raise his voice was a Coffin soldier. With a broken sword in his right hand and a trumpet on his back, he was always pointing from the royal castle to the castle town, blowing a song of signals burned by the bread of rations, a distributor.

As he grabbed the trumpet and played the same loud noise as usual, he raised his voice so that the other soldiers, warriors and knights could be started, his fists, and his weapon thrust up into the sky.

"Win! Win! I can't do this anymore!

"Hang in there, Haunted Mon! It's working! Hit me, hit me, hit me!

"Hold on, O! Don't lose, ah!!

At the end of a rolling chariot, the princes of Separca cheered like roars at the demons. The Separca soldiers follow suit, taking Coffin's flag from their roadrunner's saddle (kura) and continuing to wave as much as they can.

Dakan, a tutor spanning Doo, speaks up as his disciples are the first warriors from Separca to use for Coffin. I can hear cheering from further afield. I could see the people who were running away, the nagis and the little ones, coming this way or not. Among them is even the figure of those who had sent them to the snob capital before the showdown.

The magic officers scream in a voice that is about to fall down. Sinners dressed as gladiators come running at those feet who have probably fled the arena.

"If that monster loses here, it's over! There's no point running anywhere! We can only live in this country!

"Is there anything I can do! How do I make him win!?

"We're with you! Good luck!"

"Dear Lucina!! Command!!

Someone called Lucina in a grunting cheer.

King Separca slaps Lucina on the shoulder, biting his teeth all the way down.

"We cannot let the people flee to a battle without exit on their own! People don't stop when this happens! Give me a belly!!

……

"Learn, Lucina! There are times when the king must give victory to the people even if he abandons everything else! Or death!!

Death! Death!

To the cry of King Separca, Lucina called the name of Rodmaria, the magic administrator, with the same beastly appearance (kao) as him.

Rodmaria, who was crying out loud, turns instantly toward Lucina. One of the tutors spanning Doo picked up Rodmaria and brought him in. Lucina points to the demons fighting Mariella and screams.

"That blue monster is a dust use!?

"Oh, probably!

"Then it should be a product of witchcraft! I need you to figure out a way to help that monster take in the dead and make it huge! Everyone in this room, including me, moves for it!

"! But... it might be counterproductive to poorly use supportive magic even though you don't know who that monster is..."

"Don't say that, please."

A crushing voice went up right next to Lucina and the others.

The gaze of everyone on the spot is directed one day at the two women who were tumbling behind Lucina without a sign.

Supported by exotic daughters who are exposing their tear-shaken faces is a woman with cold eyes, white as a bone.

An inorganic eye peeking from between his wire-like hair shot through Lucina's bright blue eyes.

"Because that 'demon king' is sure to lose as it is. So you guys figure out a way to win."

"Become..."

"Rayakels, the demon king, was killed by the brave Hilnor. That blue burning demon king has lost to 'God' in the past... there's no way the demon king can beat the god caller who took in 'God' alone"

A woman like a bone made a crisp sound pulling a string from somewhere in her face.

"It's hard for you Coffin royals... but please... don't waste the death of Dust"

The sound of the Fire of the Demon King was blowing like a storm over the heads of the lukinas.