Hyaku Ma No Aruji

That day they found out the power of the heroes who lived in a time of war insane, so mighty and so sad.

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- Even before, there's never been an easy fight.

Still, we also intend to become aware that we are inferior to that "Son of the English Spirit" Merea-Mere and to that "Spouse of War" Celias-Blood Mooseg who crossed with that Merea.

Therefore, we should have managed to survive by daring to train ourselves in the power of being bewitched by the Demon King.

"Are you really my offspring?"

"Unfortunately, it seems so..."

"Now let's just say that it was me (...) who lived in those days (...) or (...) (...), and let's think from the bottom of my heart"

That's the biggest irony. And it was so humiliating that there was no more.

My impudence has transformed his regrets into a relief or not.

This must not happen.

"If it wasn't you who lived those days, not me, Luther would have perished sooner"

"Eh."

It was a place Salman knew well.

"That's sad, Zestis. You'll have a hard time keeping such a weak guard."

In the dusty wilderness, one man kneels in front of one boy who is not even old.

He was Salman-Zeus-von Luther, the "Fist Emperor", whose breath constantly devoured his teeth.

"Zeus, descendant of our Fist Emperor. I hope you die here. That must be the fate of this blood."

The boy with the same sandy hair as Salman tells him so for no reason.

The look on his blue-white face has no grin or grief.

Just like God, who mercilessly determines reality, the boy went on without emotion.

"Do not mourn. You're not in a difficult situation to mourn, and more importantly, you're helplessly weak."

"Bullshit...... don't...!

Salman's fist on the ground to stand up is small.

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Time is long enough to go back.

Salman and the others finished their act at the church and joined Elma, who ran late to Siladis, plus Eyes, and then headed to a place.

I didn't have a clear destination.

But Salman knew where he should go.

- The Devil's Fist sounds.

The fist wanted to move in a certain direction so that it could be sucked by some strong force.

"Salman, a little more, carefully"

"I know, Siladis"

And there's another one who knows the destination apart from Salman.

She is a long beauty with brown skin and peach hair, the "Beast God" Siladis.

Siladis pulled the hem of that garment several times next door to compliment Salman, who tended to rush.

"But I don't even know when it will disappear."

"That's right, but I don't even know what the other end is"

If Salman's predictions have been met, it is not the living who are there.

That's the dead that Necroa-Belzerut brought down to the present world.

If so, we are likely to be hostile to ourselves, as was the case in the art city of Virgilia.

"I think that Reaper is worse than Mooseg lately."

It's simply creepy not knowing the purpose of the hostile opponent.

Just because you don't know what the purpose is doesn't mean you loosen your resistance hands, but still, your lack of expertise always sticks to the back of your chest (today).

It looks creepy, but the unclear quality of its contours is probably what makes it fundamentally creepy.

"Damn, don't get more people from around here"

A short walk from the section where the church was located led me to Main Street in the upstream district.

Gentlemen and ladies dressed in gorgeous costumes like Virgilia walk wide.

The kingdom of pure poverty can hear. Salman thinks in his heart.

"But close."

"Yeah, a little more"

Lay tension on your body and walk out again to stay away from your people.

Behind you is Kleilut the Thief King and Murasame the Knife King, as well as Elma the Sword Emperor and Eyes the Heavenly Devil.

Twins, Lyna and Mina walk in such a way that they are protected by them, holding hands in disappointment.

Salman turned around just a little bit to them, and then turned to Clyrut the King of Thieves.

- When you have to, please.

Kleilut also seemed to have noticed Salman's eye-catching, showing a small nod.

Then a few more dozen seconds later.

Finally, Salman captures a certain figure.

- There he is.

Later.

I don't know what that person looks like.

But there was certainty.

"Be careful."

On this main street, many of which are dressed in gorgeous costumes, he is wearing, on the contrary, a conspicuously sliced robe.

I can see him wearing a hood deep in his eyes, but walking forward.

There aren't many people around him.

It was a strange sight as if people around them were avoiding approaching unconsciously.

"Let's go."

Stiffen your mind and go big.

It all happened the moment I took that step.

A boy in a sandy robe turns this way slightly.

The next moment.

A purple photon emitted with both arms of the boy as its starting point covered the area.

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"Damn......!

When my vision opened, the area around me was literally shredded.

Look after the sharpening as if it had been dissolved in an ultra-high pressure flame, and a sweat floats on Salman's forehead.

"You're safe!

Salman used the power of Satanic Fist to put the same photon shield in front of him.

A force similar to a surgical ceremony, but based on Salman's will and imagination.

"I don't know...!

Thanks to the shield of photons stretched to protect those behind me, it didn't seem to affect me at all.

The first person to come back was Elma's voice.

"I came here and felt hostile for the first time"

Then a boy in a slit robe as much as he had just said in front of Salman turned this way.

"I should be so used to it, I miss it so much"

Hostility.

I don't remember Salman having that clear hostility.

There was a certain anticipation of the person there, and I was wary because I perceived that it involved that [Reaper] Necroa-Belzerut.

"You're too sensitive......!

The sensory ability to perceive it is more frightening (besides) than the speed of judgment that determines it to be 'hostility'.

"Sensitive? That's not true. You're blunt. You're at peace, you."

A boy turns his gaze from under the hood to Salman.

I had eyes and eyes for the first time.

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And Salman was convinced.

same sandy eyes as myself.

Sandy hair.

Only the color of my skin, blue and white as the dead.

"…" Selen-Aunas-von Luther "

Salman did not doubt that there was a distant ancestor of his own in the name of the Eighth Generation.

"Well, you're my descendant."

"How do you know"

"That's what Zestis said"

Boy - Selene points to Salman's arm.

At that moment, the operative tattoo of Salman's arm dashed, regardless of will.

"Well, fine. I don't know why I'm moving around here with my flesh, but if you're my descendant, I have something to do."

"Ah?"

"... oh, maybe that's why I was dropped off"

I put down a beat and narrowed my eyes as Selene was convinced.

"Well, let's get the outsiders out of the way first."

Salman finds himself.

Immediately after that.

"Don't get bogged down, Salman!

There is one shadow that runs wildly through Salman's right.

It was Elma who sometime pulled out the [Devil's Sword] Crishura and was in a combat position.

Elma wraps herself around the side of Selene with a quick figure as she is, shaking Krishla down for nothing.

"- The Seven Imperial Instruments. Do you still have the Seven Imperials in this era?"

Stops the waved demon sword with a finger or finger.

- This is ridiculous.

I wasn't even watching the sword orbit.

"Too weak." Ease-Eluisa "was a more demanding swordsman. I rarely see such a yawning sword."

Elma manages to draw the sword and inflict a series of attacks.

"Shut up."

Selene played all of that with her fist.

And with a moment's gap, you enter Elma's pocket,

"Blow it up."

Touch Elma's abdomen in an extruding motion.

"Damn -!"

When I wondered if Elma's body fluttered, it blew backwards at a rate I wouldn't expect.

"Elma!"

The blow-up was preceded by the remains of a building that was decided by an explosion of photons just like that.

I see a sharply pointed cross section.

"Gu!"

Salman stretched out the power of the Devil's Fist to take Elma, but the Muras shark had taken his body first.

"You've got a bunch of people lined up."

Seeing the series, Selene spilled endlessly.

"I would have loved it...!

Walk one step forward so Salman can narrow his target to himself.

"No, I wasn't there. … at least, fellow human beings like shoulder-to-shoulder"

At that time a strong wind blew, turning up the hood that Selene was wearing deep in her eyes.

"For me, the only one who fought with me was Zestis."

I felt like I saw deep darkness spreading everywhere in those sandy eyes.

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"Salman!"

The voice rises from behind again as Selene steps closer to Salman.

It belongs to Kleilut.

"I know."

"Eh."

If you look at Kleilut properly, there is something in his palm that blinks.

It's an operation.

"You must have already taken his sight"

Kleilut was also taking action no less quickly than Elma.

Elma was attacking and taking away one of Selene's five senses with her secret skills as the King of Thieves.

That's why Selene didn't see Elma slaughter, and then she easily prevented it.

That's what Elma means by the word 'ridiculous'.

"Is your name Salman?"

Two, Selene asks as she stares into the void.

"You wanted to escape the name of the Demon King, and you named it a distant land."

"That's not true."

"Poetry using the word" Demon King "was also popular where I lived. I actually became the Demon King after I died, but I know what that means in this day and age."

Have you planted any memories in Necroa-Belzerut, or have you gathered information in this deceptive city since you came down to the present world?

In any case, Selene knows to some extent the clutter surrounding the word 'demon king'.

"But you have company. A fellow named after the same Demon King."

Selene's expression was a little cloudy.

"That's why you're weak."

"What do you mean...!

"It means the way it is. I met the Demon God because of your weakness."

That's how Selene points behind Salman.

I'm going to do something with the help of Zestis again.

I think so and turn around with the utmost caution.

"Ah?"

When I turned around, there...

"What..."

It reflected the landscape of the fatherland that was supposed to have perished.

"You're gonna die alone."

I don't see as many of my people there as I should have been until just now.

It was like jumping over the world in a flash.

I can't even talk to Zestis properly. You don't deserve to have company.

Turning to Selene, there is still no more sisalis city there.

There was a red wilderness that seemed to go on everywhere and a look at Selene capturing Salman with a straight glance.

"Let's cut off Luther's grief here and now"

Salman realized then that this was the dead line.