Hyaku Ma No Aruji

An invisible blow strikes me from all directions.

I barely had to be crushed by it because my fist would react on its own.

"Damn......!

If it was a surgical ceremony, it would still have prevented it.

But what Selene uses is the non-existent power of reason by the Demon Fist.

I can't sense most of the magic without the formation unfolding.

"Zestis will cry when he's been hit."

Sew the gap and roll out your fists from a distance as well.

Wishing for Demon Fist is the conduction of power.

"Weak"

But the invisible fists rolled out as well can be stopped easily by Selene's "Demon Fist".

"Still no good"

Simultaneously with the blush and selenium crushing, now selenium stuffs the intermission in an instant and punches his fist into Salman's belly.

"Gu, ha...!

"I'm so loved by Zestis"

Where I was hit in the stomach and I lost my head, my hooked left fist just flies.

"You, you have a crush on your emotions."

"Around, you...!

I manage to defend that with my arms, step back and breathe.

"You have to control your emotions to manipulate this guy properly. What? You know that's how hard it is."

"Demon Fist" reacts hypersensitively to the owner's emotions.

Salman remembers vividly the sight of the thugs who once attacked him twisted with unsophisticated force.

"What is that peaceful rationale?... manipulate? From there, you're mistaken for Zestis."

Selene revealed her anger for the first time then.

"Zestis is not a tool. It's nothing like an inorganic tool like the Seven Imperials."

Selene waves her arm.

Then a surgical formation unfolded there.

"What the fuck?"

"It's a ritual."

"You were a magician."

"No. I (...) use (...) technique (...) formula (...) (...)

Didn't we just roll out the surgical formation?

Salman whisks Serene's verbal intentions as he muddles the blood from his mouth.

"This is Zestis doing the surgery externally."

Certainly, non-human organisms may also use the power of the surgical formula.

Melea said that, too, and that big star tree that stands (tight) in Lemuse was also said to be emitting colorful light with the power of the procedure.

"Demon Fist is not a living thing."

Salman said.

"Indeed," Demon Fist "was itself produced by a surgical ceremony. I admit the way it exists is distorted to call it a common organism."

With each generation, the ceremony has transformed and we can no longer grasp its full content already, but it was originally created by man.

"But it is wrong to determine whether or not an organism can use a surgical formula in the first place. Because if humans break it down again, it's a ceremony."

- Human pose.

An inner human ceremony that Merea saw when she modulated the "Demonic Eye of the Spiritual God (Flander-Crowe)."

I had no idea those words would come out of the mouth of my own ancestors who were not magicians.

"If human beings and surgical ceremonies are separate things, [Demon Fist] does not dwell in a person's body in the first place. The Devil's Fist settled on the human body because our ancestors discovered that humans are also made up of ceremonies."

"So the ones who made the Seven Imperial Instruments knew that, too? This is the Seven Imperials."

"That's not the same"

Take off the robe Selene was wearing and let go into the wilderness.

The appearance of an albeit aristocratic boy dressed in a small and beautiful costume appeared.

"Demon Fist is the first of its kind. The Seven Imperial Devices cut some of the power of the Fist and molded it into manipulative shapes."

Demon Fist senses people's thoughts and wishes and actually causes events.

And there is no limit to the events that can be reproduced.

"Common to their arming is the basic performance of 'destroying surgical events'. Event amputation, event penetration, when this power is exerted, have you ever seen a surgical ceremony unfold in an imperial instrument?

It was during the Battle of Zainas that Salman saw the true value of the Seven Imperials.

I reacted to Merea's immense magic and saw the aspect as a strategic weapon called the Sword of Light.

But if you ask me, indeed, the power of 'event-cutting' that Elma routinely uses in wartime was, in a sense, an irrational and unreasonable force.

"Demon Fist can also naturally unilaterally destroy the technique. Even a ceremony made by God can crush"

"It just sounds like a myth."

"It's actually quicker to see"

So Selene put her right fist forward.

A purple photon burned up from his fist at once, and shortly afterwards, he showed a gesture like Selene squeezing something with that fist.

And...

"Here's the thing"

Salman's body is pulled by some inexplicable force.

Its power was unusually strong, and there was an irresistible irrationality there.

"Gu!"

Salman, pulled out to Selene's sight, fell to the side with a kick rolled out by Selene at high speed.

I stopped Selene's leg with my hand, which was just let down to keep her head down, and groaned at the pain.

"What the fuck...!

"I squeezed the 'space'. The size of the space defined by the world formula was forced to narrow down by crushing each formula. As a result, your body is caught in that squeezed space, and this is how it hangs under my feet."

An event that is still difficult to understand even if it is said.

But Salman was somehow grasping reason by the 'power I couldn't resist' I felt.

"The world... pulled you"

"That's right. I didn't use the power of Demon Fist directly against you. [M] The world's distorted influence pulled me into the world itself."

- Something's wrong.

"What is [Demon Fist] paying for to use all this power...!

The magician will pay for his magic.

In order to have the effect of the formula as an event, fuel is always needed.

Assuming [Demon Fist] can apply its hand to the ceremony of the world, what is the total amount of energy needed there?

- It's life.

Salman thought then, 'All the ceremonies are connected there'.

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Luther's royalty, who inherited the Devil's Fist, was short-lived for generations.

It is said that this was due to the timeliness of the many wars, and more importantly to the madness of the "Demon Fist".

But the truth is,

"Demon Fist uses the lives of its heirs as fuel."

So they were short-lived for generations.

"Well."

Get off the foot where Selene was stepping on Salman's head.

I wondered what the hell was going on, and now Salman's body was pulled out again to where it was.

I no longer know what it is.

"There are few spirits here. Originally, spirits would gather in the space I squeezed to repair the distorted world ceremony, but where there are few spirits, the world's" corrective formula "runs first."

As if to restore the space to its original size, Salman's body also returns with an irrational force to a place that had gone as far as it had just gone.

"Neither did our ancestors, who created all this, solve this mysterious [corrective formula]. This is what I deserve to call the" Art of God ". It's an authentic 'mysterious power' that no one in the world can grasp."

Returning to his original location, Salman can no longer grasp the situation.

Many of the knowledge I could not gain from reading a book in Shirai.

"... if Lilium finds out, he's going to fall"

A red haired demon king appeared on the back of her brain, and the next look was the face she was wrinkling between her eyebrows.

"Talk about your people again."

I'm sorry.

For Salman, there must be company.

Their presence gives them reason, and it puts them back on the right path, losing and about to twist themselves to the tyranny of the name "Demon King".

"To me, my people are salvation. They say it's sweet, and it's never gonna change what I think of those guys as my people."

If you look around you, you're always told.

Calm and realistic by the looks.

Sometimes they tell me to be half stupid with the demon kings conscience.

- No, it's not.

Salman knows he's not that much of a person he could be.

I'm just trying to be as good as I can be.

Reading a book often is part of it, and I try to beat my irresistible nature down with reason.

"That's enough, Zeus. People betray, and more importantly, they can't afford to be protecting the weak on the real dead line."

"... I guess so. No, at least that's what happened in your time."

Selen-Aunas von Luther was the "Fist Emperor" of the most war-torn era.

"But you died destroying Luther."

Maybe I'm still a Luther, even though I've lost everything.

"... right"

In response to that word, Selene had an unexpectedly lonely look.

Beautiful face with few scratches for living in a time of war.

But behind his eyes, Salman sees countless wounds.

"For the last time, I think I'm alarmed. I've seen the end of a man's paranoia."

In historical fact, Selene is said to have been subjected to the madness of the Devil's Fist to ramble its power.

But the mouthfeel made me feel somewhere different from 'Orthodox History'.

"Zeus."

Turn your eyes on Salman again, where Selene was lying down.

"Turns out your reason is tough. But dealing with Zestis is getting in the way."

"Ah? Let me tell you again and again..."

"So let me take that shackle off."

It was an instant event.

Selene puts her hands to the side.

"Sal!" "Saloo!

From beyond the strangely distorted space, Lyna and Mina appeared.

――

An inexperienced chill strokes my spine.

At that moment Salman had already played his body forward.

"This is the Dark (...) Black (...) War (...) Time (...) Generation (...)"

Selene's knife swung down for no reason.

◆ ◆ ◆

This world is rotten.

――

All irrationality and irrationality cover the world.

- What did we do?

I remember the words I always used to say in my little place again.

――

Unbroken, he rolled into the wilderness and saw 'It', and Salman remembered the wrath that had been enclosing him at the bottom of his heart the whole time.

- Did they do something to you?

who have harmed themselves.

The one who lost his life in battle.

The grievances involving such people shall be taken with this body as soon as possible.

That's my responsibility for putting my hands on my life.

- But that (...) would be strange.

"-OOOOOOOOOOO!!"

I have feelings in it.

That's too unrestrained to call anger, it's blacker.

"That's fine."

Selene snapped small, but it didn't sound like Salman anymore.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

When the tattoo of the Devil's Fist drifts, it covers Salman's entire body.

"According to what I've heard, Melea-Mere is possessed of a hundred English spirits. I was born in the Black Country in the East just before I died, and I heard" The Best Mage of All Time "was among them."

The only time I heard that issue, I only saw that snow-haired friend in Salman's brain for a moment.

"But what's wrong with that?"

"A, a, a, a..."

Until it was in its iris, purple photons erupted from Salman's body, completely covered in the surgical pattern of the Devil's Fist without any gaps, this time so that he could play.

"That was just the best (...) ever in (...) people (...) between (...) shapes (...) and (...) between (...) people (...). However, let's acknowledge the power that has risen to that realm in a generation. But..."

The inexplicable light shimmered around Salman's body many times, eventually changing color as if the photons had been heated even more.

"You are the heir to the Son of God (Zestis), whom Luther has dedicated his life to raising for generations."

The blurry flames that were suitable to be called photoflames emitted a golden light.

It was a colour very similar to the power that Merea-Mere, the "demon god", had awakened in the Aeoth far away.

"You're a vessel, Zeus. It's a vessel to make the Son of God appear on earth."

The golden photoflame, which was dissipating here and there like a beating of the world, gradually converged on Salman's body and pictured a certain figure.

The 'monster' had two winding angles and one tail.

On the back, moreover, a giant ring appears as if it were a sign of backlight.

"You have the same form as me."

Selene takes off her little beautiful jacket and throws a howl in the wilderness.

Shortly afterwards, a golden photoflame also burned from Selene's body, forming exactly the same two winding angles and one tail as Salman's.

"Well, it's from here.... you're the youngest son of a handy Luther."

If you look into the wilderness, you won't find the remains of Lyna and Mina, who were strapped to their necks by Selene.

"Vv -"

But Salman didn't seem to see what was going on around him already, and his eyes, engraved with a surgical pattern, looked at Selene as if she was the only one who shot him.

"Can you come back for the rest? Let's hang on to the reason you raised all this. Not in the Fist Emperor, like us, who died as children, gained it by stretching back - to the power of adult reason."

Another monster was born that day in the Union of Demon Kings.