Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Get down!! It's a surgical cannon!!"

The warning immediately after was specific.

It was Elma's voice.

When everyone heard that voice, it was running overhead.

The flash came through diagonally from the east.

It scrapes rock skin and shifts further to the side.

(10) Pay for it.

It rushed into the sky as it melted away the corner of the spiritual mountain with enormous flashes of light and heat.

And the demons followed the warnings of Elma, and laid him down on the spot.

Melea lay down in the same way, and, uh, saw that enormous white flash of light scraped away some of the graves of the English spirits.

- Eh.

That inspires Melea's passion.

Slightly, the flash finally rises and disappears into the sky, and a moment of silence arrives.

At the summit of the mountain, where the flash had passed and the eyelids had finally disappeared, Merea gave me a glimpse (of the best) towards the grave.

The tombs of the English spirits still managed to keep the prototype.

There was an unexpected relief (mostly) breath leaking from Merea's mouth.

But I can't even be depressed.

Go to the corner of Spiritual Mountain, determined to ascertain where and what was released, and turn red eyes under your eyes.

It was in those eyes that

- That's a lot.

It was a shadow of dozens of people dressed in black clothes of the same shape.

It's climbing to quite a height.

Merea speculated that multiple people fired surgical artillery from just below the summit.

The remnants of magic and the slight lingering structural finish of space are reflected in the Magic Eye of the Surgical God (Flander-Crow).

"The black kingdom flag and the uniform outfit in its colour. - It's the Mooseg kingdom that's been following me."

Elma was jumping in, trying to lay low next to Melea as well.

"We have unified the neighbouring countries by force in recent times and have become considerably stronger. It's that country that's taking the lead on the Demon King Hunt."

Melea's eyebrow root (Mayu) reacted perfectly to the word "demon king hunt".

"That's that Mooseg's operative regiment. And that's what they're after right now - my Devil's Sword Chrysula."

One hand of Elma, who tells him so, held the pattern of his demon sword, and seemed to be in a so-called battle posture.

As Merea struggled to grasp the situation, the other demon kings continued to approach her and glanced under her eyes with a desperate look on each of them.

"Hey, there's a second shot coming"

One of them sees the movements of the Mooseg magicians and releases another warning.

Shortly after, their gaze concentrated on one person.

It was Merea they turned their gaze on.

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Why did you see Melea?

There were many reasons, but the big reason was that Merea was a little different from the other demon kings.

Only Merea, she hasn't escaped.

It seems that the summit of this spiritual mountain is the residence of Merea.

The story of living on the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain is somewhat hard to believe, but the Demon Kings did remember him saying so in the middle of so much discussion earlier.

That was' the difference '.

They had found an understandable 'difference' in the existence of 'Merea', who, unlike the other demon kings, had not fled.

The difference was terminal when choosing someone.

Yes, after a moment of thought, they were trying to deposit their next right of action with one person.

In order for us to escape as the same people who are being chased, we need to delegate the decision to act somewhere in this way.

Twenty-two demon kings gathered because of it.

If we all want to live, 'working together' is the most viable thing to do.

On top of that, the only way for us to work together, which we have just met, is to abandon all sorts of 'glitches' and force our opinions to unify, even if they do.

They were getting close to certainty, whether that was probably the best thing in this situation that was urgent.

And when I thought so, I conceived to whom I would give that right, and a figure of Merea appeared in their brains.

Only temporarily, but the man who provided us with a space of tranquility.

Once I see the 'difference' in Melea, the rest moves to make the existence of Melea 'special' even if other reason is impossible.

That was similar to how it worked when making excuses.

A psychological task that forces only trivial (minor) factors to add a convincing color.

Self-implication, self-induction.

Everyone did it in just a few hours.

Survival instincts were whispering that we should.

That's how they decided what to do next - to Merea.

It would have been an inconvenient story for Melea.

It would have felt terrible pressure to be forced to make a decision there.

Now on the shoulder of a man named Merea, the lives of twenty-one demon kings were put.

The demon kings apologized to Merea in their hearts.

While I apologized, I wished.

Give me the word.

And give me guidelines.

But their thoughts are betrayed in unexpected ways.

Merea could not spin a word against the demons.

Merea, with her gaze (gibberish) beneath her eyes as she observed, barely noticed the sight of the Demon Kings.

So I didn't realize the demon kings' intention to give me the word.

Still, Merea, in a different way, was responding to the Demon Kings' 'wishes.

The thought of 'give me the word' betrayed me, but I was responding to my fundamental desire to 'give me the guidelines'.

The guiding principles were indicated in 'Behavior'.

At the beginning of the action, Merea's dozed low voice was emitted, and it flew in the direction of the Mooseg technique soldiers under her eyes.

It wasn't very loud, so it wouldn't have reached them.

And that wasn't even a word against the Demon King.

However, the demon kings who were nearby did hear the voice.

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"- I won't let you do it. The second shot, never."

He was a strong and determined voice.

"Don't break this place"

Those who shred "Their Name" were palpable enemies to Melea.

Merea stood alone on the edge of a cliff.

In that grand gesture, it seemed as if the cold wind (kampoo) that was blowing on the summit of the Spiritual Mountain had transformed into the prestige surrounding Merea.

The demon kings looked rather flashly as Merea's snow-white hair reflected the moonlight and her red eyes lit a belligerent light.

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A group of Mooseg-style soldiers under his eyes were holding hands at one point.

In the space where they are holding hands, huge surgical formations are deployed.

It's a collaborative technique performed by multiple people.

Knitting and activating surgical ceremonies that cannot be knitted by a single person's surgical processing ability by successfully interlocking multiple people.

Training to interact is also necessary, but even overcoming it can quickly activate powerful surgical ceremonies, so large surgical regiments often have the eighteenth of these collaborative surgical ceremonies.

The eighteenth of the Mooseg Artisanal Regiment was as white light artillery as it had just been.

The power is visible and high.

Enough to wipe out the tip of the spiritual mountain.

Event formulas are also complex and immense as proportional to the power,

"That's not good, that might be more flashy than just now. I knew Mooseg was leaping, but I didn't think he'd have this much smell."

"Do you want to knit that level of manipulation for just five?"

"What are you gonna do?"

Some of the Demon Kings look at the Mooseg side of the ritual and behave badly.

Other demon kings gave the same bitter look.

- but only one, Merea, turned her red eyes under her eyes with a pale expression, and

- Aggressive inversion technique

I was spinning one word.

The next time you see the action Merea has taken, the demon kings who were around give it a whiff.

Merea was knitting "by herself" a procedure very similar to what the Mooseg soldiers under her eyes were knitting.

He opens one hand and turns to the surgical soldiers.

The operation on the Mooseg side was already 80% complete, and it was still going to be an event and the shelling of light was going to fly.

However, as if to catch up in an instant with its surgical configuration speed, the surgical technique spreads from Merea's palm at a stifling speed.

"Nzu -"

Someone looked at it and gave a startling voice.

The Mousegue-style soldiers were also focused on knitting their own rituals, and they didn't notice the appearance of the 'demon god' knitting the same rituals above them (jho) by himself.

Finally, the Mooseg side of the procedure is almost finished knitting, and the surgical soldiers look up at the summit to define their aim.

In their eyes, for the first time, Merea appeared.

Snow and white hair in the cold.

Red eyes that look down on themselves without a moment.

It unfolded in one hand.

――

Their expressions froze.

It covers the lower half of the face with a black mask, so all of the facial expressions cannot be peeked at, but there is no blink.

It's frozen.

One of us finally,

"Ha, shoot fast -!!"

Ask for the activation part of the procedure to tell the defeated surgical soldier - but the voice of the demon god rang on the spot earlier.

"-" Black Light Cannon. "

Most of the black flashes, very similar to the white flashes just now, ran diagonally downward.