Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Six Wings of the Fengjin (Van-Ester)"

Merea's spinning words were not audible to anyone, they just flew out into the air in the wind.

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There was a 'storm' blowing on Merea's back.

It was a slightly whitened breeze.

The raging white wind converged on Merea's back.

As the wind gathers on its back as intended, the wind itself even appears to be alive.

That is how the wind gathered on Merea's back, this time picturing the 'six wings'.

The magic runoff mixes and the wind is visualized dark at once.

Finally, it was transformed into wings that anyone could see.

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- White... Wind wings.

The Fist Emperor was unexpectedly seen as such.

The giant wind wings unfolding on Merea's back roll up the snow that had accumulated on the spiritual mountain slopes and let it wrap around him.

Shiny as diamond dust, the light shined brilliantly in the six wings.

And as soon as its windy wings were complete,

Merea's body accelerated further.

White thunder and white wind wings.

Thunder and disease.

The grey-haired man who put the two together was just like the incarnation of natural majesty.

"Hey, are you still accelerating..."

"Fist Emperor" had a grin like a barometric pressure when he saw the object of fear.

The voices were filled with colours that were frightening, but the fruits, hot in the core, were also mixed.

The six-wing was more of a propulsion than a flying machine.

Rather than winging, we try to explode the wind with our backs, giving Melea's body the propulsion to go forward.

The appearance no longer seemed sumptuous.

Such a melea catches up with the golden ship from later on.

The slow motion of the "Fist Emperor" 's running lights had stopped by then.

"Grabbed!!"

The Fist Emperor reaches out.

I felt it in my stretched hand.

"Whoa!

At last, the Fist Emperor pulls up Merea.

The aftermath of the windy six-winged wind that Merea had clumped into the ship,

"Whoa! The wind is in my eyes! No, no, no, no!

"Yikes! Hey! You're blurring out your hair!

"Well, first, let's be happy we're all safe."

He is making a noisy noise as the demon kings get messed up or messed up on the ship.

The speed of the golden ship had already become unspeakable.

The Mooseg soldiers, who were approaching from the other side of Merea, were completely torn apart.

Still, the twins continue to make "Ice Road," laughing with cackle and fun.

Accelerate further.

The slopes scraped the bottom of the ship, but the ship was quite sturdy on the ship.

"The power of gold is great! I can hear" The Alchemy King, "but" The Fist Emperor "ignored it.

"Hey, are you okay?

The Fist Emperor looked up at Merea.

Merea had rolled all the way to the end of the ship, hitting her head on the side again and again as the hull trembled further.

"No......!

When I hold my head down and see where it hurts, apparently there's a pain in the crowd.

When you can show your combat abilities when you're such a monster, it buds a sense that you're not really the same person, but you don't seem to be.

Then, when Merea finally regained her posture while rubbing her head, she raised one hand, as though she were "okay" with turning to the [Fist Emperor].

There was a grin on his face that could take both self-derision and bitter laughter.

"Thanks for the help. I cocked at the heart of it."

"You freak me out. Pretty nasty. Well, if that's the case, you can use it from the beginning, right?

"I can't do it in such a narrow place. Besides, if they show you all that amount of Mooseg soldiers, you'll want to save magic by accident. Ever since we got down the spiritual mountain, I don't know what it is."

"Ahhh......, indeed. I forgot something too obvious about you.... a spermatic. In vivo magic. Then we have to worry about depletion."

Usually it seemed like something that would turn my head, but in fact, I lost sight of it until it was thus taught.

Thanks to realizing that, on the contrary, the Fist Emperor was able to realize that he had not yet regained his calm from his excitement during the battle.

And while I was doing the words that didn't come out well in the instructional language, I endured the shaking of the ship, and now Merea was asking me.

"Well, you haven't asked me your name yet."

"Hmm? - Whoa. I am the Demon King who will inherit the issue of the Fist Emperor. His name is Salman."

As I recall once again, "Speaking of which, you didn't name me," replied [Fist Emperor].

Melea, who heard the name,

"Salman? (Cool) Nice name. I'm..."

"Merea, right? I remember you."

Before I said it all, I scratched my head slightly shy, obscured (whispered) by Salman's grin.

"- Oh well. Thanks for pulling it up, Salman."

"Ouch."

Answering, Salman opened his hand and turned to Melea.

It's like putting it on the side of your face and waiting for something.

At first I didn't know the intent of the act, Melea, but it was slightly, sparkling, and I put my hand on its hand with a delightful grin.

Bread, and a sharp sound echoes the inner wall of the golden ship.

The sound sounded well, even as the hull scraped to the slope.

The demon kings who were in the boat turned to Salman and Merea and looked at them like they were relieved.

All twenty-two were relieved to make sure they were all here safely.

And one of them came forward, crawling to withstand the wobble, and raised his voice.

"In that case, men are convenient, aren't they? We'll get along with each other in the atmosphere."

It was Lilium.

Lilium, the blush head who watched the two of them hi-touch, said that with a little flattery.

"You're acting like some kind of red-haired monster."

"Really."

"- Ah?"

"Hih."

The reason Lilium's redhead is blurred is that Merea, who I perceived to be on her wind wings, screams a short scream unexpectedly at Lilium's amazing (wow) taste.

"- Well, fine, we got help, and we're not at all safe yet, so we'll pursue it later."

"In the end, you're going to pursue it."

"A woman's hair is life."

"Whatever, but I don't have enough gold power. Oooh!! MORE! More golden glow ohhhhh!!"

Shaw's excited scream ended up scratching everything off and sounding inside the golden ship.

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- I... you're out there for the first time.

Each of them immediately begins to turn a blind eye to the swing of the golden ship again.

Everyone had yet to fail to be alert to the strange situation of skipping the mountain by boat.

In that, Melea comes up with words all over her chest.

- I didn't expect you to travel like this.

It is impossible to say that the beginning is a battle.

But it's also true that we've made up our minds.

Merea finally took her neck out the window of the golden ship and looked up at the summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain, which was almost invisible anymore.

Snowblowing winds overlap, hiding the summit like it hung white.

But Merea saw a hundred figures on the other side of it.

It must have been a phantom.

Still, it looks like Merea as if that phantom is waving,

- Yeah.

I believed in the sight at the end.

This is Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

A strange land where the dead can do something.

There is no such thing as waving at those who go down.

- Goodbye, everyone. - I'm coming.

That's how Merea had her slightly sentimental gaze on the sky, but the majority of the other demon kings actually noticed.

They knew that the homeland for Melea was that summit.

I couldn't believe it at first, but seeing what Merea looked like now, I was convinced.

There was also an anticipation that the tomb on that summit would be packed with his precious thoughts.

If you look at the reaction of the Mooseg-style soldiers when their white cannons cut their graves, you can easily tell.

Still, because Merea wouldn't put anything out of her mouth, they also decided to look inside Merea's chest and say nothing.

Just for a little while, as quietly as possible, I left myself to a swinging golden hull, hoping so, to soothe his sentiments a little.

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Hundreds of English spirits who remained in the world because of their untrained.

"Merea-Mere" was raised by its hundred spirits.

The man who was born as heroic as possible took a journey that day with those who were called 'Demon Kings'.

Raised by a hundred English spirits, Merea-Mere is certified as the 'Demon King' in the Kingdom of Mooseg from one of this Lindholm Spiritual Mountains.

When he was certified as the Demon King, he was given the (No.) to differentiate himself from other Demon Kings.

A title used to discern the Demon King and also to denote his system of warfare and traits in an endless way.

The issues put on Merea-Mere were "Demon God" and "White God".

It was unusual for two issues to be given to one demon king.

In addition, there were other rarities.

The Demon King's Issue has a vaguely 'sequence of powers'.

Demon, King, Emperor, Divine.

The highest rank shall be taken as the "Divine Symbol" and the "Demon Symbol" as the lowest rank.

Unless it is something that has strained since the old days, not many of those who are called Demon Kings have the divine symbol.

Because few demon kings can bear the divine name if they are to be given a new issue in this day and age.

It was because the Demon King showed less power.

The demon king of this world is on the side to be hunted.

In the system of the issue, which is a sequence of forces and, from the hunting side, also an indicator of danger, there was no longer much demon king enough to be vigilant with a divine symbol.

But in these times, Merea was rarely named God.

That certification strongly reflected the intentions of the Mooseg technical-style soldier, who was in fact relative to Merea.

They had applied to Merea for Divine Degree certification without getting lost.

Because I was so shocked.

Especially they were more shocked than anything else that their collaborative technique was traced by just one person and turned into an inverted technique by what might or might not be.

Plus, if you think it's a surgical system, you do melee fights.

Surgical offsetting by inverting technique was once the specialty of the "former hero" (Flander-Crowe, the surgical god), who was said to reign at the apex of the magician.

The man who did something similar did not appear to be as pale as the god of surgery in the old story, but unlike the god of surgery, the man also excelled in melee.

Even from the point of view of representing the demon king's war system and characteristics, it is difficult to follow with regard to that man both as a "god of art" and as a "god of war".

At first, they didn't know how to describe it.

As a result,

The "Demon God" in the sense of the overall incarnation of power was given to the man.

And the white thunder that I used after that (not necessarily) and the wind wing of the white light that glistened when I left.

Above all, white hair like snow and white.

Sexual appearance is also, in a sense, the easiest characteristic to understand.

Named after them, it was also known in part as the "White God".

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That's how Merea first became officially known as the Demon King in the Mooseg kingdom.

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The man's "Raw as the Demon King", which later went beyond the system of the No., and was called "Lord of the Hundred Demons" as a unique alias, began there.

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