Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Harsim was mocking the meaning of Merea's words on the horse.

Harsim was the man in this who could think of things at the closest level to Merea.

Hence Harsim was able to follow Merea's vision, which was likely to be laughed at as a dream story from around him.

But on the other hand,

- Right...

A strange grin was also leaking when I realized that the concept was somewhat different from the dream story I had been portraying.

I'm not even smiling. It's not even a mockery.

It was just a sneering laugh on the spot, like putting on hold the decision which idea was right.

Still, Harsim did not deny Merea's dream.

Rather,

- Maybe what you're after is a lot bigger than what I'm after.

It was praiseworthy that I had reached the point of departure of a great dream that I could not reach.

- I'm not pure enough to take that choice anymore.

To the colours of the world and the times, it was too stained.

And even if it was pure enough, the courage to stand in that place...

- No, not until everyone else.

I had dreams of being alone with a madman. There is no compromise.

But it also felt like it contained too many realistic elements compared to Merea's dreams.

- Are you really a man born in this world?

Such absurd questions come to mind abruptly because Melea has a very free idea.

But Harsim immediately smiled at it.

- Can I do either?

It has nothing to do with that anymore.

Now this man is Merea-Mere.

Without a doubt, it exists in this land - it is the Demon King.

Huh, Harsim saw something so big on Merea's back that she couldn't stop it.

Behind him, I felt like there was a large crowd of people.

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As Harsim watched Merea's back on the horse, another move now came from an unintentional place.

It was more of a sound than a movement - it was.

"- Wind bird?"

Puy, and.

A light bird's voice wore the ears of those who were there.

It's coming from overhead.

Elma was looking up at the sky before anyone else and finding the Lord of the Ringtones.

Birds.

He was a bird with a characteristic four-color long tail and wings of a large, sharp structure.

After some swirling through the sky, the bird came down in a straight line to Harsim's shoulder, as he had set his aim.

"Are you finally here?"

Not only the Demon Kings, but also Harsim's Kingsguard cavalry, were unwrapping the paper that had been immediately attached to the foot of the wind bird, as Harsim said that the arrival of the wind bird was on schedule.

Between the time Harsim opened the paper that way, next door, Merea,

"What's that?

And he was asking Elma.

"Wind birds. Wind birds are good at distinguishing certain peculiar smells. By combining those smells and making them discernible, you can make them come and go between certain two points. It's one of the mailing methods used a long time ago. Naturally, relying solely on smells can create confusion, so we can condition and train others, but that's what makes them so distinctive."

After Elma's explanation, Melea nods small.

Then Elma was asking back.

"You seem to be using a special secret technique that feels like you were listening to Mariza from the side earlier, but maybe the time limit and the time limit have already passed? My hair turned black."

Elma gives me a surprising look.

In contrast, Merea is open-minded,

"I haven't completely opened the 'gate' yet, so I'm fine. It's like half-open. Well, keeping it half-open like this is pretty careful for me to have only one or zero, so it won't last that long."

"Damn, don't use the tricky technique, the other demon kings. I'm just wielding my demon sword."

"Ha, that's simpler that way."

Melea laughed.

Elma saw Merea laughing at me that way and felt safe.

Though in a place like this, I could feel the 'usual melea' nearby, even something like joy in my chest.

That's how we had a short conversation, and Harsim finally finished solving the paper that was on the wind bird's leg and was opening it.

Harsim looked at the open paper in an instant, pa.

"… fifteen"

That's how I snapped.

- Fifteen minutes.

Then comes a more understandable voice.

Merea guessed what Harsim was going to say.

"Fifteen minutes till the reinforcements of the Three Kingdoms arrive."

"Oh, Zuria's" Blue Blue Spear Regiment "is coming. The time I wrote, the location, the approximate march speed, and then the flying speed of this windbird I asked in advance were added and calculated backwards. - You wrote it in detail for Kirishika. Did the sermon at the castle work?"

Harsim had a little fun.

But soon a serious look returns.

"If you believe my calculations, it's fifteen. - Can I?"

"I'll just do it. Either way, I can definitely bring enough from here. I used this technique with my intent."

Melea was Melea and never tried to use The Rage of Tyranny alone.

It was used after examining how the succession between the Lemuse army and the Demon Kings was getting tougher.

While this one is getting exhausted, Mooseg's army continues to grow.

The arrival of Serious, who will put them together by themselves, and the arrival of surgical soldiers who will use a massive extermination ceremony.

If somewhere collapses at all, the front will probably be decimated as it is. Such predictions were beginning to be made.

"If so, the other five minutes - you're in the mood."

"Ha ha, that's a better word to say."

As the chief of the demon kings, Merea, and Hersim, as the chief of the Remusse, had perceived each other about it.

Therefore, the "stool" that came here was a great survival for both of us.

Especially for Melea, it was also an inner support in that it lessened her apprehension about the rest of the situation.

"You're gonna die too, aren't you?

"Oh, even if you don't tell me"

But Merea will never rely solely on it.

From Harsim's mouth, I wonder if that Zurian reinforcement is a great help, but never deposits the center of gravity of the body.

Melea is

- End it here.

That's what I thought.

The most certain thing is that at this point you will push back the moozeg.

Can we win for sure if reinforcements come? - Not necessarily.

- I can't let everyone die.

You can't let the other demon kings die for your own dreams.

They have something to do.

And more importantly, they are:

- Important -

I was kind of embarrassed to put it straight into words even in my heart, and Merea deliberately cut her thoughts off.

"Well, let's go."

"Oh."

Finally, Melea takes a step forward.

Nearby, Harsim nodded as he put up his demon spear.

There are no more two people who spoke lightly to each other as if they were friends for years.

The two crossed their sharper gaze during the battle only once.

And at the same time, I looked beyond.

Celias and I were on the back of a red ground dragon - and we got eyes on each other.

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"Everybody stay back because I'm going in first."

Merea was giving her words as she took the second step.

Marisa still looked at Melea like that with worrying eyes, but still never stopped.

Merea finally opened the four gates in her head as she stepped out in front of everyone.

One gate, Demon Gate.

Second gate, Wangmen.

Three doors, Emperor Gate.

Four doors, Shinton.

If it is meant to be open in sequence, open it at the same time.

As the gate thus opened completely, it erupted with such density that enormous amounts of magic could be visualized from Merea's body.

The magic surrounding Merea, like the wind, was accompanied by a black colour, as was the hair, but the wonder and its black colour appeared clear.

Melea struck an even lighter sounding applause as she fluttered her dark hair with such a magical run.

Pah, and a cool noise came through the dry air.

And

"White Thunder of Thunder God (Celester-Barca), Six Wings of Wind God (Van-Ester)"

The singing voice continues.

"" The Three Tails of the Earth God (Clear-Lilith) "," The Reiki of the Water God (Seurat-Euras) "

In addition,

"-" Death Flame of the Flaming God (Flam-Brand) "

Five, the name continued.

Merea should still have sealed the surgical area on Celias.

But not to mention that it has nothing to do with that, but the surgical ceremony is loaded on Merea's body.

Moreover, they were obviously as different in size and strength as they had just been.

While the situation of the famous rituals of the five god kings who preside over the natural events meets together, the even less decent ones become even more immense and tough, so that the others no longer know where to judge it.

In short, I was pushing through an imaginable stage, and my thoughts stopped.

Leaving them like that, the five surgical ceremonies go with more and more movement.

White Thunder clumped into his body, supporting Merea's body, while reaching further and further outward for lightning.

The six wings of the wind spread heavenly high as if they were walls or something covering the giant castle.

While the black serpent-like three-tail fulcrums near Merea's tailbone, he runs his ridiculously long self around every inch of it, not even saying that it doesn't even matter anymore that he's tied his movements to a single point that way.

It was not even in Merea's hands when it came to the sword of the god of water. It produced about four bottles in the air at once, and it was brilliant enough that it had reached a range closer to a flying tool than a sword.

And

"Oh, that could be Blue Bird's Death Flame."

Lilium was speaking out loud when she saw the "blue and black flames" that had broken out on both arms of Fu and Merea.

Lilium was excited about the Fire God above his issue in that position.

Salman, who was next door, asks back for such a lililium crush.

"Death Flame of Blue Bird"? I think I've heard of it somewhere. "

"It's probably a history book. Because" Flaming God "has been vacant for a long time. I will always be."

"Then why again? That's a lot of clarity."

"Because my predecessor's track record and abilities are so great."

"Oh, you know..."

Salman smiled bitterly.

"But if it's blue, it's also the national color of Zuria. Could it have anything to do with anything?

"Yes. - It was the Fire God who made Zuria in ancient times."

"... are you serious?"

"So, that flaming god harmed himself when Zuria entered a period of stability from the revolutionary period"

"... what?

Salman gave a barbaric voice. Thoughts nearly stopped at the incredible fact that one after another was released from Lilium's mouth.

But Lilium went on even further, not waiting for such a salman, to see the flames of blue blue blue burning from both arms of Merea to her shoulders.

"Heritage tells me that 'too strong a flame is because you burn yourself'. Revolutionary independence needed that kind of power as a propulsion force, but they thought it would be burdensome in a stable period."

"That's why you die from yourself... I wish I hadn't used it. Is that a convenient idea for me?

"I'm sure, about half of it. I know what you're trying to say, but that wasn't that level of procedure. Knowledgeable people call it the Massacre Ceremony. So maybe there were all kinds of 'smudges' that we didn't think of."

"Massacre?

"Once you release it, the controls don't work. Death flames are the opposite of my life flames. Life flames make life, but death flames take life."

"Does that usually mean burning to death?

"No, I'm not. I'm not even wrong. - If I touch you, you'll suck my life. And it grows bigger and bigger on its own as it sucks that life. Besides, once liberated, death flames are automatically rammed around indiscriminately under the scent of near-field life, so the Flaming God always went to the battlefield alone. If we don't fill our surroundings with enemies... we'll eat our allies"

"Whoa, hey..."

"Because that's how death flames siphon life into the flaming body, that point seems to live as well as life flames. I guess it just feels like a life flame that specializes in taking the lives of creatures."

"It's just a slaughter ceremony... No, wait a minute."

Salman said as he looked at Merea.

"What do you mean, he's trying to use that?

Immediately after,

"I don't use it the same way as Flaming God (Flam-Brand). Initially, the automatic circulatory mechanism built into the procedure is used to eat and kill lives indiscriminately and automatically. I also said to Flaming God," Never use it while you have allies in the visible position. "

"But the flames in both hands..."

"But only when I'm tyrannizing with four gates open can I calculate all the parts of that automatic circulation mechanism on my own. In other words," Death Flame of Blue Blue Blue "is under full control. Well, this is how I'm going to wrap it around my arm at the moment, so it's the best I can do - if you touch it, it's over, so that's enough."

"You're the one who uses the magic ceremony of the Demon King with the Divine symbol in conjunction with Pompong... I mean, really, what kind of face were you brought up with? I want to hear it, but I'm dying to hear it..."

Merea watched over the wings of the wind as Salman shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly.

"Still, do you use all those grand operatic ceremonies to hold the boundaries of an opera or the magic?

"Oh, I still have more than this. You'll soon recover what you've used."

"Hey, what are you..."

Now the salman made his cheeks snap.

"What are the boundaries of the surgical processing? Didn't you just say you left two more surgical processing areas for inversion?

"Besides, one minute was sealed by Celias. I don't know when I can solve that."

Merea went on to say that nothing happened.

"Well, that stuff 'doesn't matter'. Just about sealed one. If the frame is reduced, you can increase it."

Salman finally threw his hands out, as he had noticed, after moving his mouth without a place.

"Uh, okay, okay. I've been asking a lot of questions, but it sounds like we've been through enough. Not now. Sorry to hold you back. But that's all I'm saying."

"Hmm?"

Salman finally spinned his words as he exhaled loudly as he could hardly say, but determined his will.

"I'll leave you to it this time. It's already there. We're much weaker than you are, and we're not going to be strong as soon as we're ready. - But I'm not going to settle in that I'm just going to have you help me forever, so..."

Salman's sandy eyes looked straight into Merea's eyes as she quietly listened to the words.

- Please help me.

No jokes, no plagiarism, no lighting.

Just be honest, straight, no shame, Salman said.

Melea, who received it, replied with a delightful - full smile.

"Oh. - Let me drink that lemonade again when the battle is over."

"Cheap, Lord."

Salman also colored the expression with a grin and returned it.

And Melea turns to the front.

I didn't turn around anymore.

"Come on, Celias, this is the fight you wanted."

Merea spread her arms to make her body look bigger.

Six wings make themselves even more gigantic as they respond to it, making themselves stand like snakes that Sano intimidates.

The sword of Huang (Kira) Megumi water stagnated two to the left and right of Merea's body as if it were a sword that automatically protected her master's body.

And the blue and black flames that were in my hands gave me firepower and burned to heaven.

"If you want the power of the Demon King..."

At last, Merea made a noise.

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"After you take me down,"

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Using all this surgical formula together, yet as if it represented not a full opening, black magic flooded out of Merea's body.

Whoever doubts that its existence is the "Demon God" was no longer here.