Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Stupid, it can't be"

Salman rubbed his eyes twice.

But no matter how much I rubbed my eyes, the hero figure of what was behind my sight never disappeared.

"No way -"

Eventually, Salman regains a little calm and brings some speculation to the back of his brain.

"Necro Fantasm?"

Salman had created one hypothesis out of the books he had read and fished for.

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"You..."

Merea stared under her eyes with "White Thunder of Thunder God" and "Six Winds of Wind God" loaded on her body, plus "Three Tails of Earth God".

It is the spiritual art of the "tyrant god" that has made it slightly possible to adjust, opening up to the second gate - the "King's Gate" - shortly after making full use of the extended artistic area of the frame and striking down Mihai.

"What, that's"

In fact, I also had some difficulty beating Mihai.

Because since I started using the Devil's Eye, Mihai has moved a lot better, not unlike some powerful things.

It felt strangely sharper to read than to say that my body's speed had increased. Perhaps it has something to do with the ability of the Devil's Eye around it.

But in the end, Melea, who overwhelmingly prevailed in local power, slammed Mikhail down with three tails.

Thus, where Merea tried to approach Mihai without stabbing the stomach, Merea realizes that the man under her eyes had made a strange move.

"-Keha."

The silver-haired man under his eyes grinned creepily in response to Merea's dossed voice.

Next to the man, called Necroa, stands one man with a blurred outline, courteously.

"Weird Body. Weird Soul. Sometimes a human being has another" factor "in his body, but he's never held so many factors before. Even more so if we are integrating those factors brilliantly in one soul."

A man named Necroa limped up his unusually long forehead with his hand and raised his voice as he hung it in his ear.

"And it's also interesting that each of those factors is very powerful. Shining like a giant star in your body, you're like the soul of a former hero."

And Necroa was shining his eyes brilliantly.

"What are you talking about"

Melea returns her words to Necroa there in a somewhat frustrating manner.

"You know that, right? I guess you have some idea, don't you? Look, I'm sure you've seen this guy standing next to a weasel."

There is.

That's why Melea feels something to boil at the bottom of her belly.

"From the" thundergod "factor that was in your body, the eagle created the" thundergod "Celester-Barca again in the world. - Ahaha, the eagle finally meets the best offering."

Merea was feeling chills at this time, in a gap of anger that could be boiled at the bottom of her belly.

I detect an unobtainable anomaly in my conversation with the unmeshed Necroa.

"Oh! More! I want to touch more of the other factors in your body! You are a treasure in itself!

Merea had a terminal aversion to the words unleashed when she exchanged laughter (like this).

"What are you. Demon King."

"- Ha ha, I'm late."

And finally, as he exalted himself, Necroa answered Merea's question.

The identity of a creepy man becomes dewy.

"The name of the eagle is" Necroa-Belzerut ". Yes, you're right, Demon King. But perhaps you are also a slightly different demon king."

"Different demon king?

Merea turns her astonishing gaze to Necroa and inquires.

"The eagle..."

In the wake of that gaze, Necroa laughed with pleasure.

"I am the descendant of the first demon king, called the Evil Demon King."

That day, Merea meets a new demon king again.

Another demon king, unlike Melea and Mikhail.

Causes and consequences that have followed from the past germinate in yet another time of confusion.

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"Of vice -"

For Melea it was on the desk. Being known only as knowledge and only as words.

The oldest demon king, whose flanders have become a fundamental factor in what they call heroes.

"Yes, the eagle ancestors were destroyed by the heroes who dwell in your bodies, the 'enemies of mankind'"

An incarnation of evil that reigned in the world with mighty power and with that power did harm to an innocent people.

"In fact, eagles don't protest on that point. Because you were right."

Necroa kept laughing with pleasure.

"And the eagle also inherits the blood of its ancestors in colour"

While acknowledging beforehand that his ancestors were incarnations of evil, Necroa proclaimed that "so was he". There I saw a cunning scale of intelligence trying to make Merea think.

"What's the purpose?"

When a number of predictions are born in Merea, they disappear, and the wreckage drifts behind your brain.

"It's not funny that you said that here. I'm sure you and the eagle will meet again in the future. And..."

Necroa moved his gaze there.

At the end of that gaze was the figure of Mihai, who fluttered but managed to wake up his body.

"Not yet, there's a lot in the way"

Necroa glanced back at Merea again.

"So this time, that's it. I really wanted to read more of the English Spirit and Demon King factors from you, but it's not going to be that easy."

Necroa said with a slight grin when he saw that something like black smoke had begun to erupt from Merea's body.

"And because Sama, Prince of Mooseg, is also concerned. He also seems to have a lot of factors."

As I said, Necroa took a step back into the audience.

The phantom of the Thunder God standing next to him was also about to be disputed into the audience following Necroa.

"Wait!"

Merea throws her voice at the phantom. Ignoring Mikhail, who stood up, I almost went after them both.

However,

"Huh, Necroaaaa!!"

Mikhail's anger was blocking Merea's movement.

"Your Highness hates me from the beginning!!"

Mikhail had summoned a black sword at the same time as an anger, with a body that was fine with his wounded body.

"Ahaha, I think your 'highness' used eagles after anticipating everything though. I thought you did a lot of work for him."

Then only Necroak's voice returns from the audience.

"That's not what I'm talking about! If you say you hate your Highness, I'll be here!

Shortly after, a black sword summoned overhead by Mihai flew for the audience.

It is a blow that strikes the audience, which only sees this exchange as a 'play', without the appearance of a big target or anything.

"You've become a lot of enthusiasts, too. A while ago, I felt like a dear aristocratic boy. - Fair enough. Because of this, I'll show you something good, apart from the" Son of the Spirit "there."

And now the black sword tried to jump into the crowd, and it was played by something.

The black sword, which fell to the ground powerless with a high sound, soon 'mists away'.

Merea looked somewhat familiar with the way it disappeared.

"What the..."

Mikhail rounded his eyes just saying he couldn't understand why his black sword had been played, and then summoned three more black swords to shoot off.

It was after that that Merea had some certainty.

"Eh."

Three black swords that flew for the audience.

In contrast, from the crowd...

Likewise, three 'white swords' flew in.

The shapes are the same.

Melea's "Devil's Eye of the Art God" shows two compositional ceremonies: the Black Sword and the melon.

It's like being 'flipped' like I made a mirror copy...

"Stupid!

Mikhail's black sword collided with the white sword from the tip of the blade without dimension, and was also fogged.

Merea has seen more of that sight than anyone else.

I can't flip Mikhail's secret trick or anything, but I might be able to do that with 'him'.

――

There was no longer but one answer in mind for Melea after seeing the phantom of "Thunder God".

Shortly after Mihai's screaming voice was raised, Melea was shouting impulsively.

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"Huh, Flander!!"

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The answer is not returned.

Merea's voice vanished amidst the twisting of the audience.

"Merea! We're all here!!"

And, Melea's ear. Now Elma's voice struck.

Melea, who returned to me with a hearty voice, looks back at the square in front of the West Gate to capture the presence of all his companions.

"Melea! Strange people are creeping in from the north! We'll deflect early!

I went on to hear Salman.

Melea receives the voice and sees the north side of the city.

A huge, blackened shell was in sight as it flew through the sky.

and

"Huh!"

Melea felt murderous again from another direction and immediately shifted her gaze in that direction.

I saw several men in black who were dispersed in the audience trying to unleash a flame-bomb manoeuvre for themselves.

"You were still there!

He's a museg magician.

Merea assembles an inversion technique like a conditional reflex and shoots off without hesitation.

"Damn it!! In the end, I'm...

Mihai, who was nearby in the meantime, jumped off the roof in bad shape.

Repentance seeps through his face, but he seemed to barely keep his calm in discerning when he retreated.

"Let them get away with it."

After releasing the inversion ceremony, Merea immediately pursues Mikhail, even the three tails.

But...

"Melea, yeah! Go!"

Then came the voice of Eyes, which stopped the three-tailed movement.

Looking up obliquely according to Eyes' voice, one giant black shell was flying.

"Huh!"

Screaming from the audience under my eyes.

Leave them alone and they'll crumble.

Melea said at that moment,

"Hit it!"

He put his hand up in heaven and summoned a massive hammer of air ahead of him, waving with the aim of a shell.

Merea's choice at this time, when she went without hesitation to save the audience under her eyes, will consequently amplify the Demon Kings' "power of name".

The appearance of the Demon King, who used the work of several heroes to save the audience in the first and last bizarre play, was reflected precisely in the eyes of the leading men who were coming to the City of Arts as part of The Art of Moving.