Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"I'm going, too. If this happens, we'll have to break through. When we get here, let's push in the direction you showed us. Either way, you have to break through somewhere to survive."

Elma, the "Sword Emperor" with the "Devil's Sword Crishura" in her right hand, stood next to Merea at some point by peeling off the hood of her robe.

The moist dark hair is overwhelming, and the pale purple eyes are lit with a strong light of will.

The Devil's Sword she could carry on her right hand was either in accordance with Elma's warring posture or emitted something like a kick-ass, tall squeal.

When I glanced at the unusually neat shape, there was nothing strange about it as a sword, but it was ringing from nowhere.

My spine was all over me, like a scream.

"Are you sure 'over here' is okay?

"Oh, I've made up my mind. Plus - I'm the one they're after. If I escape here, the other demon kings will be harmed. That's why I thought I had to stand up to that moozeg."

Elma had been running away from Mooseg.

That's because I didn't think I could win if I did it properly.

The numbers are too different.

The opponent was a state.

But now Elma was ready.

That's because I met other demon kings.

Elma repelled that her escape would stretch out the hand of Mooseg's demons to other demon kings.

That's all I wanted to avoid.

That was my last will as the Sword Emperor.

If we are to save them in a similar situation to ourselves, let us lift this sword to heaven, as our fathers once did.

Because of this situation, at least that mind would be as good as the 'hero'.

Such determination had been born in Elma's chest.

"Mooseg is a powerful country. So the other demon kings can escape in another direction. I don't know if I can hold back, but let's just do what we can."

Elma really thought that was okay.

But those who would not allow it were right around the corner.

"You can't do that way. bump into my beliefs."

It was Merea.

Melea was spinning a clear word of denial in response to Elma's self-sacrificing declaration.

Elma was honest, confused.

In this situation, I didn't expect to be spinning such a resolute denial.

It should be easier for me to get away from Mooseg.

Even listening to other forces, it was only a matter of time before Mooseg was a powerful nation competing for one or two.

"Besides, if Mooseg were a strong country, he would have an excellent role as a 'wall' to other forces because of the strong country?

For reasons such as those subsequently attached, Elma could have prepared some opposite words.

"But even if we break through this Mooseg army, beyond it we have our own country"

Words like that.

Distance, but it was only a rough road to get closer to the Mooseg Kingdom mainland.

But Elma couldn't say it.

Because

- I gave this man the right to decide what to do...

Among those who saw Merea instantly at that time, Elma was also mixed.

Elma had hoped for Melea before her decision was even hardened.

So,

- I can't say.

You will lie to yourself.

In this situation alone, I decided to follow his guidelines.

"I'll do everything I can to help everyone. No matter what they say, that's what I decided. So I'm just gonna leave someone alone... without."

Maybe this man is a sweet man.

Elma has noticed.

To the foolish sweetness of this man and the strength of being able to say it straight.

And when I heard his words...

To my own heart that made me feel horrible.

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Merea's words had reached the other demon kings firmly aboard the sway by the Vocal Chords of the Raku King (Jurn-Yura).

And I was letting them make one decision.

Merea's words.

"There's no one left behind."

The 'Lord', to whom we delegated the power of decision, gave such guidance.

Then what do we do?

I pressed for responsibility.

I wished unilaterally.

I thought that was the best way for those here to work together and consequently help themselves - so I did.

If so,

- It'll have to go on.

The Lord was apparently a sweet man.

If you think you've shown off your powers when you're a demon god, you say something really sweet, like no one wants to sacrifice.

Still,

- Not bad.

This is the situation. Any path taken must be tough.

I never climbed a spiritual mountain like this if it wasn't a difficult situation in the first place.

Then let's go down the path that I thought was good.

What did I think of the man's words?

- That's good.

It's such a good word that you embarrass the side you can help.

So,

"Help me."

Because we help the Lord ourselves,

"Help us, too."

- Let's believe that word.

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Merea was caught at the edge of her sight as the demon kings slapped their cheeks to make their preparations, and even began to carry weapons on each of them.

In contrast, the Mooseg soldiers under his eyes are approaching to peek at this reaction.

While holding it in gaze, Merea captured the demon kings with a slight glance (the best),

- A little more. Give me a little more time.

I thought so.

As for Melea, I wanted to give the Demon Kings as much respite as I could.

I thought I needed time to be ready.

Melea and Elma are the ones who are going to be able to move quickly.

So Merea was willing to plunge into the army of under-eye Mooseg-style soldiers before anyone else.

However,

- Not yet, a little more.

Merea waited further.

Once you get your hands on it, it becomes clear wolf smoke (curd) and the war spreads all at once.

This is the last chance to buy time for the Demon Kings to be ready, now that we are packing each other's eyes.

So Merea waited as long as she could.

Then,

"You're sweet."

I only smiled once and said that while my neighbor Elma similarly sent a sharp glance at the surgical soldiers.

"That's not true. I think I'm being harsh in a way."

"Why not?

"It's like you're ordering me to get ready to fight."

"- I guess that's what it is."

Elma roared softly as she turned her attention to the movements of the Mooseg-style soldiers.

Words didn't go on after that.

There's already a Mooseg operative soldier right there.

Someone can't stand this urgency right now and act like an outburst.

Now, now.

The progression of time from there felt slow when I did.

Still, the beginning itself was not easy.

Merea didn't miss a few of the surgical soldiers coming off the edge of her sight.

I guess you're going to go around.

Behind Merea's diagonal, Eyes whispered the news.

Merea answers it with just a small voice, reassuring her.

Perhaps that will signal the beginning.

Guess that, and finally Melea told Elma next door.

"-Don 't die. Thanks for helping me build the tomb, because I haven't done it yet."

"Haha, let's just go back like that. Thank you for your time. We'll see you later."

That's what Elma said and smashed Melea's side with her elbow.

Meanwhile, Merea gave him a little bit of a mouth angle to show him.

And

- Coming.

From left and right, finally, several Mooseg operative soldiers were turning around, trying to knit the operative ceremony.

Quiet war.

But it was also a clear war.

I'll take care of the right.

Elma said briefly, tilting her toe to the right.

Melea, by contrast,

"Then I'll take care of everything else."

I gave him those words, and he was' clapping '.

"What?"

In response to Melea's words, Elma had raised her voice, whilst bulleting herself to the right.

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Until we can all make the right decision.

- I'll take care of the war.

Now is the time for the power of the English spirits.

It sustains my faith - its power.

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"White Thunder of Thunder God (Celester-Barca)"

The bread, and the sound of the applause rang, and at that moment the surgical formation spread from between the palpable hands of Merea.

It instantly manifested itself in the world as an event.

- White thunder.

The sound of a blazing lightning bolt.

That 'loads' Merea's body.

In an instant, Merea's body, like a white ghost, becomes even more of a monster.

The incarnation of white thunder.

An outfit that drifts (just) a different vibe, like not even a person in the first place.

Melea like that takes a step to the left without getting her hair in between.

The next moment, the white thunder residual light (Zanko) in its body dances through the space to pull its tail,

Merea-Mere's appearance disappeared from the scene.

Those on the spot realised that was due to the overspeed movement, not long after about three Mooseg operative soldiers blew up on the left.