Awesome, big, what the hell, Kolya, I think a lot, but the first thing I thought about was' disgusting '.
The neck of countless dragons stretching Ujauja from one torso was so strange that it was unintentionally frightening.
"... fusion of demons... I can't believe I could do that..."
"Fucking crest. If you're an eye, you can analyze it and do the same thing, right? You want me to blend this one into some texto, too?
"No... I can't, Prince Farga. In the first place, forced fusion is still possible, because the user demon contract cannot be done without the other party's consent..."
But with all this out-of-standard bucket showing up and the island fishermen and the black clothes riding on board flailing down, we weren't the only ones there.
Well, I can see at first sight that this bucket thing is strong and bad, and it's not like it's lame.
It's just...
"Barts...... what do you think?
"I'm pretty sure it's troublesome. But, you know... I'm used to it..."
Barts and Shuut also looked up at something like "Ananta," a monster that appeared bitterly.
Yes, honestly, from us fighting the Siegok demon kingdom, the Kalacrimonster, the Godzillaa, that kind of monstrous thing honestly makes me feel like 'again'.
That's why I never freaked out or panicked, and I said, 'Well, what are we gonna do with this guy?' I could think instantly.
"Haha,...... haha! What the fuck! Isn't that funny? No way, is that what you meant to get your stature as an organism? Is that Mr. Lakshasa's hand? Isn't that kind of a great disappointment? How much lower species at the bottom have you gathered - it's enough to make it a little weird!
So, because the real father, etc. was out of standard for this guy, he dragonized to the appearance of a giant and disastrous vampire dragon while laughing normally high, and quickly opened the curtain of the monster showdown.
"Hey, Jarenga!
"Hahahahahahaha! What if Vert stays? I'm gonna slaughter you a little bit."
Vampire Dragon Jaranga flies, feathering huge wings and a mad-stained grin.
Then...
"It's not just a fucking rampage, it's gonna crumble the island too"
"Yep. You can't just knock it down, Prince Jaranga"
"Besides, I'm pretty strong."
"Let's do this together."
Four people jumping on that back without permission.
Falga, Lore, Schaughter, Barts.
"Huh? What? What? What are you thinking about riding on my back? Hey, how you doing? Hey, I'm gonna kill you, right?
"Forgive me with a broad heart, Prince Jarenga. 'Cause I'm your relative, right?
"Fucking abominable though......"
"If that's what you mean, me and Shaut are your brother-in-law's childhood friends."
"That's what I'm talking about"
That looked natural somewhere, although Jarenga herself looked very unpleasant.
I know it feels like "I feel terribly bad," but in the end, Jarenga keeps the four of them on her back and sticks them in Ananta.
I can't seem to fight with the magical effects of Lakshasa. As I dropped that off, I realized that Ethan was watching everyone as he nibbled and was supposed to pop out saying 'blood rolls' first in these circumstances, and I snapped my neck.
"Hey, Ethan, what's going on?
Why are you laughing? In response to the question, Ethan was laughing more like "grandpa" than the usual "samurai" look.
"Ha ha ha, complaining, but I thought they were kind of normal fighters ~"
"Huh?"
"Even if a rapprochement or truce had been reached, you wouldn't have imagined it six months ago, would you? The brave men jump on the back of the demonic royalty and fight even as they say they bump. Not to mention my son-in-law. You're not in the war right now."
That's when I finally realized, even now.
Until now, I have fought with people of all races without worrying about their walls.
And those guys, too, that they're usually fighting together, even in situations where 'I can't get into battle'.
"Kukukuku, oh so many young creatures are making the new sights look more and more jizzy. It seems like it would be better if it wasn't too bulky. So..."
Yeah. It's not good to take away the active place of young people trying to do it and fight beyond their old relationships and common sense. That was why Etham didn't pop up.
But that's why...
"That's why the old soldiers of the old relics of Tai... wiping the rest of their asses for the next generation is the role. Don't you think? Lakshasa."
That's why, apart from Lakshasa. The Demon King, who has been leaping behind the world for decades, is finally about to show up suddenly in a changed world and do something.
From Ethan, you want to say, "Don't do anything extra".
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"What the hell are you doing? Now what are you trying to do involving diverse races, such as creating a country where females flirt with each other, or reviving the demon kings of primitive times? What's your real wish?
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Etham listens. Lakshasa is telling me not to do anything extra, but still trying to do something. I wonder what that purpose really is. I was wondering what Lakshasa's wish was.
But Lakshasa doesn't say anything. I'm not trying to say anything. I don't feel like I'm trying to talk to you.
"Ha ha, as always, Nori Bad. Not to mention that you talk to each other in battle. Really, he's nasty.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
It is clear that the presence of Lakshasa, who neither talks nor bumps into each other, is not a mind attracting presence for Ethan, a born samurai. But still, there's no way this place is going to do anything.
"Still, the leftovers from Washi et al's time are left to wipe! If that's going to hurt you, then I'm going to have to take your food away for the sake of my children and grandchildren!
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"Kuck, if I can't say this far, will I make a little good noise if I bite for now!
Eastham turned into a beast figure. To the ferocious appearance of a carnivore, eating the prey targeted.
That's the strongest wild in the world as much as you feel sorry for them.
I peeled out my fangs and nails and jumped toward Lakshasa.
If you're Ethan, you ignore it's magic, it's agitation or something, and you bust your opponent with that unruly force alone.
Yes, if Ethan...
"... Stinky (Strongsmail)..."
"Huh!"
"Flash"
"Ah... ugh!
At that moment, Lakshasa did something!
It's dazzling! Hey, it stinks like tears! A light so dazzling that I think I lost my eyesight for a moment!
But like this, it's harassing... hey!
Even a distant woman smells so good that she can afford to sniff it off. This irritating smell should be painful for Ethan! Plus, I crushed my nose as well as my vision.
But...
"No... does it matter ahhhhhh!
But Ethan's roar, whether his nose crumbles or his sight is taken away, is not frightened by instinct alone.
You're not scared. I don't see it, and my nose is crushed, and I'm not that close, but I know Ethan's attacking me like that.
"…… brilliant…………… ancient curse and sensory sharing (shared sense) ………"
In the flash, a voice of praise that I did hear.
But in the next moment, I heard something sharp piercing the meat.
The light gradually clears up. The crushed nose has also managed to heal to the point where it can breathe.
What happened to Lakshasa?
If you think so and open your eyes slowly...
"What are you doing?
A hand knife rolled out over Ethan's auspicious arm.
It unmistakably pierces and penetrates every Lakshasa robe's body.
In that evidence, the blue blood of the Demons is erupting from the robe covering Lakshasa.
But at the same time...
"... Lakshasa... you will do it. As always, it's magic that cuts your mind off!
I doubted my eyes.
Even though he didn't see it, Ethan made the attack, but there was no sign that Lakshasa made the attack.
Yet why... is there a "hole" in Ethan's body in his belly?
"Ethamu!"
Moreover, the wound has the same way of choosing in the same place as the wound that Ethan put on Lakshasa.
Ethan shouldn't have eaten the attack. And why is that?
Etham then grinned without distorting his face to his wounds as he pierced Lakshasa's flesh.
"By bathing more than a certain amount of the surgeon's blood, that blood became a curse, a curse to share the senses with the surgeon... it would have been bad to have sprayed with a washer's knife"
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"Ha ha ha, I don't know what happens to a weasel who shares her senses and feelings when she rips the weasel apart like this."
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Share your senses? So you're saying you'll share the wounds and pain you've suffered? That kind of magic exists!
No, no longer a curse rather than magic?
But for that, Ethan looks like he can afford it.
"Uh-huh, if the weasel attacks the weasel, will that damage bounce back on the weasel as well? Hmmm... I'm in trouble ~... what did you think I was going to say!
"Huh!"
Hmm!
"Noodle, noodle, noodle!
"Shh!"
We doubted our eyes by accident.
How dare Ethan, while understanding that the damage he inflicted on his enemies would return intact, scraped off his flanks by moving the nails that pierced Lakshasa straight sideways.
Naturally the devil's blue blood splashes like a fountain, but that's the same with Ethan.
Eastham's flank, which boasts a strong flesh, is suddenly decided, and red blood is scattered.
But Ethan doesn't give a shit about that.
On the contrary, he lifted the nail pulled out of Lakshasa straight up, now swinging it down directly to the left of his power, slamming Lakshasa.
"Oh, come on, come on, okay? Is that okay? Hey, Ver!
Everyone deserves to bluish their faces.
Lakshasa, who was so vigorously beaten to burial on the ship's deck, can see her body cramping with pain, although it is only the groaning that does not raise her voice.
But the damage bounces back on Ethan as well. My skull is cracked and blood is gushing out of my head as well.
Yet for some reason, Ethan was usually laughing.
"Don't insult me, it's Lakshasa. Share the pain? What's wrong with that! It's not even a fart for me to say how much pain I think it hurts."
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"I don't deserve to fight anything that has no measure of readiness to hurt or endure pain, whether my stomach chooses, my heart pierced, my guts splashed, my limbs smashed!
Why is Ethan all right with that scratch?
Though your powers bounced back as they were, you're saying that the pain and wounds Lakshasa feels aren't necessarily fatal for Ethan either?
No, I mean, I don't need a little hard reason there in the first place. Maybe clean up with a word of temper.
And I guess that's the guy himself named Etham. I'm still stunned.
So, what about Lakshasa herself? I'm trying to get up, even though I'm shaking my whole body with pain.
"… Restoration……"
It's magic like Lakshasa herself proving she can no longer stand the pain. It was restorative magic.
Warm light leaks and envelops Lakshasa.
But that doesn't make sense.
"Ha ha, see, it's the same thing in the end. If the toothpick is healed, the wound of the eagle is also healed. This doesn't make any sense."
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"What's up? Why don't you give it to all the crazy-dyed Onagos and all your men you've wrapped up in your mouth? It's not like you think you can beat me like this, is it?
If Lakshasa herself uses healing magic without withstanding the wound, Nature and Ethan are also repaired.
Now, as soon as Lakshasa used her magic to heal her wound, the wound engraved on Ethan was also repaired.
Sure, this doesn't make sense.
Then...
"Ancient Curse and Sensory Blocking (Sensory Deprivation)"
"Plump! …………………"
Lakshasa, slowly rising as she repaired her wound, cast some spell again.
At the next moment, the look on Ethan's face, who had a rough grin, changed.
Eastham stood up as he looked around with a boisterous face and a jiggly look at his hands.
"Oh, come on, Ethamu!
That's not all. Eastham hasn't got the eye focus.
I feel something abnormal about the boulder and rush over, but Ethan doesn't respond to my voice at all.
It's just empty with boisterous eyes, but I got an ironic grin as soon as I could.
"Ha ha, it really cuts my motivation ~"
What the hell is going on with Ethan? No matter how many times I call Ethan's name, he doesn't respond as if he doesn't hear me screaming up close.
Then...
"Hey, son-in-law. Are you on my side? I might have been cursed a little by Mendokusai."
"Curse?"
"The Lakshasa one, sensory blockade, etc. did the magic to himself. While this magic is active, every sensation of the flesh is blocked, whether it's vision, smell, hearing, touch, let alone now taste."
"... hey, what are you doing?
"So now I can't do anything. Guwaha haha, gone. Well, that's the same thing over there."
Or... blocking all of your body's senses? You can't do that!
"Ve, Velt, you're in trouble! If neither Vert nor Etham can fight, then who will!
"Hmm? But if you're using that kind of sensory blockade or something, right now, that demon king named Lakshasa is completely defenseless, so you can attack him all you want? Yes, it's in a positive ips state!
"No... no, Fulchenko. Doing so will damage Ethan as well..."
Yes. Now, if I attack Lakshasa, even Ethan... That's why he used such magic. To seal Ethan's movements. And if I use this, Lakshasa herself can't do anything, but I know we can't take care of Ethan....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Take care of Ethan.... Eastham...
"... Huh? Hey, son-in-law! Even if the five senses of the body are sealed, the sixth sense of the eagle tells you! Did you think that if you didn't have to worry about me right now?
"Oh, I didn't think so."
"Okay! Sure, I'm nothing about some injuries, but I'm not willing to die until I see my daughter's sunshine and her grandson with these eyes! Remember that!
Shit! No, well, I wasn't serious about anything other than abandoning Ethan, but for some reason, I got tongue-in-cheek.
But then what? This situation, in other words, means that Lakshasa herself could not have sealed Ethan without sacrificing herself.
Then it's too much for the enemy's big boss to do anything with total defenselessness right now.
Any hands...
"Son-in-law, are you listening? Let's do five minutes! If after five minutes the body of the eagle hasn't come back to normal, the eagle will, for now, bust the whole neighborhood. I know you're going to die, but if you don't want to get involved, it's because of something."
"No, I don't care what they say - whoa!
I can't do anything right now because I don't have that hand! Besides, I still can't use magic with that rakshasa magic effect. This is the kind of time I need, I can't use the fluffy cast off to pull the magic off.
"In the meantime, we'll have to leave those great monsters to the braves and do something about that demon king with us, Ver."
"Oh. But what the hell..."
"In the meantime, follow me?
Anyway, we just have to do something.
But it's up to Lakshasa to disarm the magic. Don't torture Lakshasa for blocking your senses. The attack is pointless. Besides, if you do too much deadly damage, it will even affect Ethan.
On second thought, sensory sharing to sensory blockade... that's a terrible move. Attacking or killing Lakshasa in a state of presence and sensory sharing that is important to you as well as to you, you lose even what is important to you.
I can't help you...
"... in the meantime, why don't you strip the robe and just worship the tsuba?
"Hii, you should stop, Master Fulchenko! You've decided to look like a hell of a bucket to be a demon king for such a long time!
Seeing Lakshasa standing up on the deck, I thought, "Speaking of which," to Fulchenko's suggestion at this time.
Speaking of which, I don't know Lakshasa's face. Then strip the robe...
Well, I don't know what Kimomen is talking about, but I figured I was just a little concerned there, and I nodded at Fulchenko, too, and reached into Lakshasa's robe, which I wouldn't make slight, and peeled it off.
Then...
"Wow... oh..."
"Shh, shh, shh! Again! That's why I'm not insulting your fantasy, Ver!
"Susu, muh-heh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
The three of us, no, all the black clothes on this ship were also stunned by the look of Lakshasa hidden under the robe.
In addition, with regard to Fulchenko and Kimomen, he suddenly clenched his fist and excited, turning away from what he had just seen of horror, with a flashy grin on his mouth.
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Lakshasa, who is completely blocking her senses, will not understand what is happening to her right now.
Well, about using such high-risk magic, I would have assumed that I would be able to see my own injuries and face...
"Ha... I've never seen it before... like this... like this..."
Never seen it before? That's not about Lakshasa's face. Well, certainly the face was a little unexpected.
It grows two sheep horns, big black wings like crows on the back.
But the expression is the face of a lineage close to a human daughter, with a grey skin color. Give me an analogy, you look like a demon tribe like Ulla.
Plus, a pretty young, riddle-faced black long-haired woman. Why not? Isn't that supposed to mean the demon kings of the Easthams generation are pretty old?
But! "I've never seen it before! That's not it." Well, you look young, 'cause it's no wonder there's a world with lolibabas like Erosvich.
So, what are you wearing? I thought I did hide my whole body with a robe, and it was pretty daring underneath. I'm just wearing a black iron breastplate that exposes my shoulders and gives me some heso. But if it's a bold outfit, from the bikini armor and the two kimomen daughters-in-law who wore it...
So, your lower body? The lower body was not a normal leg, but a leg of two beasts. Below the belly, something outside in the shape of a goat, covered in bright black body hair. But since it's a world where subhumans and things like that exist, it's not that rare for demons to have this kind of beastly lower body.
Yeah, well, what's your first time?
"Duh, duh, how did it fit under that robe?
That's when I first met my own daughter-in-law, Eljera.
Um, rich, soft, shaped, the highest in the world...... well, fruit.
But how do I describe this?
Elgella's a swicup.
And if that cronia is a pineapple......
"… 'Paramites' … is the world we once lived in… Fruit grown in Asia, Africa…"
"... what? Duh, what's up, Fulchenko"
"... Ver... listen to me. The fruit was said to be the biggest fruit in the world... well, I don't know if I would classify watermelon as a fruit... but I don't care about that. Again, what matters is its title. The World's Largest..."
The biggest in the world... its title, honestly, may not be exaggerated. At least, I've never seen a giant object before.
"And..." L "... a letter that used to be used in our world as a sign of size. Although the definition as a number is not clearly defined, simply 'L-size' is the abbreviation for 'Large Size'. Yes, L is equals big. No other extra meaning, etc. Big. Just big. It means purely big… Therefore, the word 'L' is the root word that permeated the meaning of 'big' in our world once, universally shared by all races"
L... Whoa, whoa, whoa... No way...
"............ l cup.................."
Fulchenko did squeal that way with his trembling lips.
And with Lakshasa in front, Fulchenko sat down on both knees, bowing his head.
"Oppa lame l cup bafo meh daughter...... me, what a tall head...... before this, super milk demon king, oh my god..."
Maybe from people's point of view, I can't tell Fulchenko who bows his head to Lakshasa what a fool he is, but honestly, I didn't even know how Fulchenko felt.
Because, for no reason, I worship. Makes me want to bow my head for nothing. I didn't even know what the impulse was.
That could have transcended the enemy, the allies, the hobbies, the race, that sort of thing already.
If you notice, the black clothes, who lost their hips with a stunned look, were also sitting on the deck with their front seats.
And then everyone gave a gentle look and bowed their heads.
"" "" "Thank you" ""
And he was thanking Lakshasa for some reason.
But...
"Ah, son-in-law, I forgot to tell you one thing, but don't strip away all Lakshasa's clothes, okay? As a side effect of all curse mastery, rituals, etc., it is rumored that he himself was subjected to various curses as a price, which served to suppress them. So you shouldn't just peel your clothes off."
Everyone thought to Ethan's voice, which echoed among the men worshipping him.
"If you strip it off, the curse can't be suppressed, so be careful."
Already, late!
So, did Lakshasa also expect this to happen, and dare to be defenseless?