Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[03]

I woke up with the sound that penetrated the meat.

My right arm pierces Lazarissa's chest.

"in the way"

Kick off the straddling woman's body. White flames scattered in the space.

"Evil woman. You said he had thorns."

I stare at the cool face of King Lemuria, and I cast it.

"Winter, come!"

Nightmare, come.

Come from delusion.

The white ruin that swallows the world, come here.

A quiet wind blew.

Ash-like snow dances. Snow is born around me. Nightmares erode the world and turn it into snow.

The body of the woman I loved also disappeared with snow. This snow will eventually swallow everything. And eternal winter comes to the world.

One of the many destructions in another world.

"This is the home of my God. A cursed country buried in the dreams of a dragon. It is a glimpse of Neomia."

True, the last miracle.

Even though God's love is deep, it is not free. She who gave power to me who has nothing to offer is no longer a god.

God does not fit in “degree”.

Now, let's get up.

The cold body gets up after hearing the instructions.

Let's fight.

Let your soul burn redder than Guren, and fight to a drop of blood, a piece of meat.

"Soya, are you going to destroy your world?"

"It's your world that will destroy you. I have no spare time."

Countless wolves were born from the snow.

Beasts that are white, ferocious and hungry for blood.

"It's good. Let's fight the destruction of the world with all the power of a king."

The royal wall is distorted.

What appeared one after another were adventurers with horns. Horns, the end of the adventurer who held down Tenma.

Was the seed sown by Abadon infesting them?

"Look at this power, worthy of [Adventurer's King]. See the friends who die and still respect you."

Among the adventurers lined up was a silver-haired beast.

A long horn like a bull. Leotard with open belly and chest in an adventurer's warrior costume. The weapon is an oversized sword. Valsina, mother of Lansir.

"Is that so good? It's just a toy of human death."

"What do you say, those who curse and lead the beast and avenge others?"

At the signal of the king, the adventurers turn their blades at me.

The white wolves howling.

"Oh no, King"

Lazarissa came forward, displacing Valsina.

"Slightly snowy and beasty. I'll give you a blow with one blow."

The half of the maid becomes the head of a giant dragon. A crimson flame was visible in the open mouth.

"Lazarissa, what do you think this is?"

I open my right hand and show. There is a white flame surrounded by black mist.

He seems to be unfamiliar with being stolen for bad habits.

"Gee, give it back!

"It's not yours."

The fog was crushed. The scattered flame swells and blows off the fort ceiling.

A gust of snow scatters in the blue sky. And from afar, from a distance, I could hear the wind approaching right now.

Lazarissa's body exhales flame.

A view that turns red. But it is drowned by the huge being that has fallen.

It is the white dragon that came down in a whirlwind.

Although it is about twice smaller than it was before, it is a true dragon.

"Ash, I borrowed it."

Shirarin attacked Lazarissa. The beastman maid turns into a huge black dragon and intercepts.

Two heads put their hands together like a power comparison. With a deafening roar, he jumped into the sky.

A moment of silence.

The adventurer and the wolf are glaring at the battle now or now.

"King Lemuria. I only ask one last."

I ask a meaningless question.

Even if you know it is impossible, ask as a step-law.

"Abandon Abaddon's power and get out of this continent as a person. Don't touch the history of human beings at the edge of the ring. Go away quietly somewhere, and you'll miss it."

"It's stupid. Even if the king obeys. I will ask you again at the end. Be my right arm, and I will prepare as many" substitute women "as possible."

Nature and a smile spilled.

Anger reaches the limit and stimulates another emotion.

"King. Good, I'll be king."

What an old elf told me in a forest somewhere. It didn't come at that time. A creature like yourself stands on many people and is not a joke.

However, he had forgotten.

Just standing on a person is not the king. There are others in this world who are called kings in different ways.

Usurper.

The one who killed the king without honor.

It is a proper name.

"Lemria, you call me the demon king"

The last battle begins.