Hitsugi no Maou

Along with the shock of the world breaking, the man was swept from a huge mass of meat to the outside world.

Mariella's ability to collide to the point where her chest fell swept through her body, slightly retrieving pieces of absorbed giants and the corpses of soldiers from the cracks that had occurred in her flesh.

Dead meat like the king's capital of Coffin and the eating cusses that fell around it. In it, too, was the figure of a man who was the greatest responsible for this war.

Euk, descendant of the brave Hilnor, supreme commander of the Snowba army.

He was still laughing as he dragged his wounded body through the war.

Because despite falling from the sky, his flesh was still alive. A piece of Mariela's flesh that was enveloping him protected him from the impact of the fall. The loose meat, as if it were a placenta, is crushed and scattered on the earth instead of Yuk, half liquefied and decayed.

But Yuk did not consider the fact, for example, to be the result of Mariella's love for him or of devotion.

"I'm still loved by the times."

At the end of Yuk's gaze with a mad grin and his legs crushed by Coffin's traitor Halbatos, there is hope to cut his fate open.

Yuk is now in the cemetery, in the king's capital of Coffin. Some of the barbarians will sleep, especially the lower ones, in the heart of the joint cemetery.

By my side are tombstones destroyed by the impact of the landing and coffins with faces on the ground. Yuk stepped over them and reached for the beautiful blade that was piercing one of the graves' remains.

"I was wondering where I'd done it... but I didn't know I'd been flown to this place in the chaos of war..."

Oh, my God, what luck.

What a miracle.

I can no longer only assume that someone who (once upon a time) has deliberately orchestrated destiny.

While Yuk was taken by the rubble (grudge), he continued to grin at the sword of regression that was about ten steps away.

Same. Same as the flesh-fucking sword that suddenly came back into his own hands in the battle against Halbatos.

Heritage of the brave Hilnor always reaches out at the best possible time, arguably unnatural, when Euk is in crisis.

The sword lost in this vast battlefield is now within Yuk's reach.

A sword that undoes the effects of witchcraft...... a weapon that also stops God's rampage should now be able to defeat the fiery monster flying in the far rear sky of Yuk as well.

All the monsters beyond the wisdom of this war are the product of sorcery. It shouldn't be anything else.

"The monster will be defeated at the hands of the brave... Hilnor, I have hated your legend... but let me use this winning opportunity you have offered me..."

Thank you, ancestor.

Yuk's hand grabbed the pattern of the regression sword.

The power is in this hand.

The sword that flaunts the ugly demon is once again in the hands of a hero.

Yuk stomped to the ground with both legs, forgetting even the pain in his broken leg.

Pull the blade out of the rubble (groan) and look back at the monster behind you.

Start fighting back - -!

"There can't be. That's a convenient story."

With his nearly looked back neck intact, Yuk rolled his eyes and looked at 'it'.

The blade tip of the regression sword I gripped. Bloodstained. Hold that with your bare hands, man.

A snobber sitting in the shadow of the rubble (grudge) made one golden eye shine and laughed.

"I found it and picked it up when I was rolling on the side of the road. I was hoping you might come looking for me one day."

"Are you...! Leo, Sandra's here to escort you!

"It's a trap, this guy. No miracles."

For a geez like you.

Ars of the two swords draws the sword and Yuk, with one hand.

Unstoppable to the power of his thick muscles, Yuk was crushed by the crushed arm of an owl's feather-wrapped arse, by the white bone that popped out of his twist, his left eye, and he was annoyed.

Euk screaming. Ars also screams again and kicks his opponent in the stomach with the feet of those who are not injured.

Bones fell out of his left eye, and Yuk glanced backwards this time. But his hands won't let go of the regression sword.

There was a lot of blood from Ars' hand holding the blade, and the two bodies thrust through the sword. Grasping each other's sword patterns and blades, they glimpse each other with one eye.

"The scum of the terminal! Give it to me! This is my 'miracle'!!

"No, it's my 'opportunity'! This is my last chance to fight!!

To the fist of Yuk to be unleashed, a blocked arse of both hands slammed his forehead.