Hitsugi no Maou

Wild, blue flames.

Wrapped in a magical fire in the shape of a giant, Dust stretched his white boned hands over his head, blowing a meaningless growl from behind.

Beyond the flaming wall, Mariella's face looks clear. When Dust's hand bone was gripped hard, the flaming giant shook in an equally huge hand, sticking Mariella's fist out across her face.

A fiery fist raises a firepillar and flies and bursts into the face of an enemy far away like an arrow.

Mariella screams. Her palm that can be tapped. My fingers tear the flame right next to the dust, and I snatch it.

In the dust that became, the dead voiced from the flames that gathered again, more vaguely shadowed than spiritual bodies.

"You're still tall enough to take him down. It's time to absorb all the deceased on our side...... what do we do?

Shadow was the Knight Commander of Coffin, formerly an educator for Lucina with Dust. Right next door is another educator, a baron.

Dust answers his former colleagues, trembling through the orbits of the cavity.

"It's not about the figure......! We'll burn him down with our flames! Win the future of this country with our deaths! Give me more 'heat'! Burn my soul!

"There are limits. Burn all the firewood, and the flames will go out. If we stop supplying the deceased, if we continue to be attacked by our enemies, none of this fiery demon king..."

"A giant demon king with three horns. If the identity of the ancient Rayakels is the same as the end of our journey, it's still bad."

The shadow of an owl knight swimming in flames sees dust with the two heroes who followed him.

"There is no doubt that it was Hilnor the brave 'God' who defeated Rayakels the Demon King. The Demon King's ability to absorb and strengthen the Deceased has lost the power of God's immortality."

"And in our case, the conditions are worse. No. They absorbed God, and they're even better at it."

"Something seems to be wrong."

change the suggested result, something.

To the words of the three heroes, Dust looks up to the crystal of their own power, which hangs on Mariella's fist.

The Demon King of Fire has taken in most of the Battlefield's deceased, yet Mariella and I have as many physique differences as adults and toddlers.

If the opponent is a decent creature, he could also burn the steeple and kill it. But Mariela, who has absorbed the immortal God, cannot leave even a piece of flesh in this world.

If we don't wipe her out of the world, there's no future in the world. One piece of flesh could even lead mankind to ruin. Mariela is like that now.

Mariella's hand is swung down to snap the head of the fiery Demon King. The scattering flames soon gathered together again, but some of the shadows of the deceased had been blown up in the air with the firepowder.

The stench of Mariella's meat cooking is all over the world. You can probably burn down one of your arms if you keep doing this.

But then we can't win.

"Even if we burned down all the remnants of our existence..."

From behind the dust, the voice of King Rugassa of Coffin rises.

"Still... can't you win...? … dust……"

"............... don't make such a sad voice. Your mourning reminds me of all the nasty things."

Dust's throat (throat) bone made a strange noise. To the shadows of men but to the flames around them, Dust says, turning his face like a reaper.

"All the seeds for victory are gone. We have spent our lives and dared to fight every battle we could.

… there is no longer room for new strategic strategies. That this fiery demon king is appearing on the last battlefield. That's the 'result' of our battle. "

The white bones of the dust began to glow blue and white in the flames. A flame sprays up from within the bones, burning the bones of the dust, the remnants of the last remaining flesh.

"But! Don't you dare ask everyone who has already lost their flesh and even burned their spiritual bodies! Burn everything you can with me to keep those who have left behind alive, to keep the future from eating evil!

I know I don't deserve to say this! But still... devote everything in shape and everything else to the fire of the Demon King! If your soul, your personality, even your thoughts can be (once) food for magic, give it to me!

- - With me, get out of this world!!

A dust that turns black and charcoal, spitting out the words of an evil, too cruel request.

The deceased laughed, with each expression, for some reason, as they saw its face crumble and melt in flames.

"Look... the Demon King...!

Nagi raised her voice as she held the little one's hand.

At the end of the gaze of the people looking up over their heads from the cobblestone of the king's capital, the demon king, who was clinging to Mariella's fist, was glowing strongly as he roared.

The whole body of flames swells slightly as it makes noises, let's, let's, let's.

No deceased has already spilled from Mariella's body. As the windswept fire showed its last momentum on the verge of extinguishing, the blue flame mass was fierce and burning abruptly.

Mariella waves her fist and slaps the Demon King into the building. The flying rubble is taken into the fire of the Demon King before it descends upon the people of the earth.

A turning grown demon king puts his foot on Mariella's shoulder and grabs the fist and wrist of his opponent he was attached to.

The roasting sound of carpet and meat. And a loud breaking noise.

Mariella, with her wrist broken, wields the Demon King screaming. On the back of her rampaging legs, the Demon King flew a fire pillar out of her fist.

The rubble that was about to be taken in by the flames just now stitches Mariella's legs to the ground like a beak while putting the flames together.

Mariella, who suffers, grabbed the demon king in the hands of the broken one. Mariella's mouth suddenly hits her flaming body trying to escape with mist.

Mariella, burned in the mouth and still capturing the Demon King's upper body, laughed at the garlic as she received countless gazes of people.

My throat moves to swallow what's in my mouth. Mariella's body, which remained in Mariella's hand, unleashed one fire pillar after another, but Mariella received all of it with the opposite hand.

"Ku, they eat...... ugh!!

"Ouch!!

From next to Gallor, who drew his face, King Separca banged and threw the flag of Coffin, which his men had.

A crooked tip pierces Mariella's shin, but she's not responding.

Suddenly, a tremendous roar echoed across the world as people tried to start an attack to cover the Demon King.

- The people who saw the Lord the Roar, his appearance, uniformly stiffened themselves and lost their words.

That wasn't even the exception to Mariella, who was trying to swallow the Demon King's head. Peel off your eyeballs and come to the bright flesh-colored monster, like a giant blade, a shadow.

Someone snapped, "It's a miracle". But Lucina immediately denies the word.

"It's not a miracle or anything... the seeds were already swallowed... haven't we, for hundreds of years, believed..."

He is the guardian of this country.

He who is in the sky, watches over the people.

For centuries, hundreds of years, the Coffins have continued to believe.

Please protect us.

In both their eyes, may there be a royal family and a people.

May everyone in Coffin, bless their lives.

May the good times come, one day, when no one has to cry.

Have a good day tomorrow.

A giant Morgue spirit body with its rotten neck lowered clashed against the Demon King and Mariella, spewing a mist of blood.

The three blow up with a fierce collision sound, passing over the king's capital and falling outside the stone walls, into the meadows.

The earth smoke explodes and the terrain changes. Soil and grass rose into the sky and descended into the world.

Mariella can hold onto her crispy chest. His blood-running eyes rolled, and eventually caught the shadow that flashed ahead of his head.

At the tip of the earthen smoke, a giant thing, burns up. A shadow with three horns eventually widened the wings of the flame as it gripped the earthen smoke.

Morg's neck burns and melts in the flames.

The Demon King, overlooking Mariella, rocked his fuzzy body about the same size as his enemies, and the next moment, shook the earth and rose to the sky.