Hyaku Ma No Aruji

And again, Merea is relative to the Black Country Mooseg.

Gray hair and blonde hair rocked in the sea breeze.

"Will this happen in the end? Always, you stand before Your Highness."

"That's the dialogue over here. Always, always, you stand before the Demon King"

In the corner of the art city of Virgilia, two men were confronted.

One or gray hair, red eyes. One-eyed blonde. Two colors and two colors confronting each other across one roof in between make their colors shine in the light of the city as they rebel against each other.

"Give me the Light Devil and the Enchanter."

Then Mihai told Melea first.

"Say no."

Melea shook her head (wearing it) loudly against Mihai's words across the hall where she flew one building.

"I'll never just give it to you Moosegs"

Mihai reacts irritably to Merea's words, which are then released.

"It's only for you. In particular," Light Demon "shapes the battle ahead. If we can use it well, we might end the war early."

"That's it. As long as you say" use "nature against the Demon King, I'm not going to be in tune with you."

Listening to Mikhail, Merea didn't shake.

"You punk. It is ideal, so to speak, that you are following. It is impossible to walk. The road is broken."

Mihai pointed at Merea's face and told her.

"You can't save something to someone who can't throw something away. You may be trying to reach out to all the demon kings, but that's the most inconsistent journey."

……

I knew that, even if they didn't tell me.

Merea has already been made more aware of that in this event in the City of Arts.

- I say help, but more than that, everyone around me is helping me.

This path was one that demanded more readiness from the people around us than I was prepared to be.

"It's no use, Merea-Mere. That path is one that has been decided to fail."

But nevertheless, it should be noted that they still support themselves.

Maybe I stop walking not when I give up, but when those around me stop putting their hopes on me. Melea was beginning to think so, too.

That's why...

"As long as only one or someone makes a wish, I'll go down that road again no matter how many times I fall under the cliff"

Mihai sighed and dropped her gaze at the words Merea had unleashed.

"... you are still in His Highness's way. Your appearance, your personality, your way of thinking, everything, will be an obstacle to Your Highness. So you... die here."

And Mikhail, finally, moved.

Second, turn your face away from Melea and look down.

"- Necroa!! Do it!

Then a sharp voice lifted up, and Melea looked ahead with Mikhail's gaze.

Then, under his eyes, in the western square of the city of art, where a number of 'spectators' gather,

- That guy...

Only one person finds a shadow with a different vibe.

Amazingly skinny, a tall man.

The long silver hair stretched around the waist is creepy smooth, which also covers the face.

And as Merea gazed at the man's unusual wind, dark purple eyes peered through the slightly sliced gap in his forehead.

That, the next moment.

- Eh.

Merea's heart bounces.

The purple eyes had a chilling light.

"It's the same creepy one. They won't question me if I'm called Reaper."

Melea seems to nod slightly to Mihai's blurry words.

"Well, it fits. Shall we go with the curtain, Demon God?"

Mikhail put his gaze back on Merea again and said with a sarcastic grin.

"You must have nightmares. He's the worst technique in the world."

The moment Merea's ear captured such a word, a movement occurred under her eyes.

That creepy man with silver hair was unfolding a surgical ceremony in a relaxed motion.

◆ ◆ ◆

At the same time, a surgical pattern emerges in Merea's red eyes.

Reflective "Magic Eye of the Surgical God (Flander-Crowe)" action.

After a moment (later), Merea was convinced in her unpleasant hunch.

- It's a secret.

Besides, it is by far the most inexperienced surgical system.

It was not something that would allow us to identify some tendency to act, as we once did when we saw the giant hammer of Celias' soil.

There's only one thing I can barely tell.

- That's pretty old.

Only that the theory is fairly pre-epochal.

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

Merea struck him in the palm, observing the ceremony that the Reaper-like man had allowed to unfold under his eyes.

The loaded white thunder immediately covers Merea's entire body and instantly the body transitions into a combat posture.

Immediately thereafter,

"Huh!"

At his feet, Merea noticed that a light emerald object appeared.

Around the right leg. Avoid it by leaning backwards.

Then soon another emerald-colored object emerged as a pompous surrounding,

- A spirit?

Melea had that sentiment in her chest.

A very similar texture to the spirits we once saw at Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

"No way -"

I had another bad feeling, and Melea immediately tried to leave the scene.

An eye-catching audience is pointing at the sky in a screaming mix.

I looked up at the tip of their fingers so they could stick.

A stiff amount of 'spiritual skeleton' was falling like a covering scab.

◆ ◆ ◆

There were no signs.

I had a melea with five senses of permanent separation and the reaction was delayed because it did not emit anything at all called anger.

――

Merea is suddenly covered and covered in a vast number of spiritual skeletons that have descended from the sky.

The translucent skeletons, shining in jade, kept their horny fingers protruding on Merea's body, although it was not with weapons in their hands.

The sight is also like an ant on sweet honey.

"If you look at it this way, it's still an extremely powerful force."

Some of the spiritual skeletons that first covered Merea's body were destroyed by touching the White Thunder of the Thunder God.

But one spirit skeleton after another appeared out of the sky, and covered it with melea.

After a few seconds, a creepy emerald sphere could be created there.

"Creepy"

Mikhail looked at it from the top of the two roofs ahead and glanced at it.

"No matter how fast you say your speed is out of digit, it doesn't make sense if you can't get a first start"

Mihai says so, but still observes the situation carefully.

- Can other procedures be activated from where hands and feet cannot be moved?

You won't even be able to speak up in that state. He has also been subjected to intermittent physical attacks from the spiritual skeleton.

Can you concentrate your spirit from such a rough and painful condition and activate a surgical ceremony?

- The only thing that bothers me is the state of that black hair.

You have to be careful with all that.

It's what Celias has sporadically told me, and Mihai herself knows how horrible it is.

-... are you worried?

But no movement had yet taken place.

That psychic technique of passing on to the lineage of the "tyrant god" may also require a lot of preparation.

Mikhail finally had a slight relief as he watched the covered spiritual skeleton.

That was the biggest alarm for Mihai.

"Eh."

Unexpectedly, Mihai sees something stick out of the sphere of the spiritual skeleton.

I gently smashed through the layers of multiple folded skeletons.

It was a black 'blade' with a different shape.

Huge, uniquely inverse, blackened blade.

It's like 'The Great Sickle'.

And if you want to add, that's more like it.

"The Great Sickle of the Dead Emperor."

As soon as Mihai overlaid the sickle with death itself, the sickle let the black light shine from the tip of the blade, waving it straight beside her so that it would sweep away everything.