Isekai Tensei – Kimi to no Saikai made Nagai koto Nagai koto

Damn... I should have listened... so you don't like talking about other people...

But that's why you're lucky the fighting lords haven't asked.

Whatever Falga or Jarrenga is, if the Lowers listen, they'll get lost.

"Demon Dragon Synthetic Roar..............."

The braces released from the necks of multiple dragons are directed in one place, creating a huge sphere.

There, every attribute is mixed and condensed with the magic of Lakshasa to create a shape.

Are you gonna let that go?

"I won't let you, fucking dragon to the demon king"

But before that enormous roar could be unleashed, the sphere burst suddenly and smashed to pieces.

"My spear crushes all the dragons and magic. Soul, growl, you're just fucking big, you're no threat."

Shoot out the target with the hunter's eyes. Engage a sharpened force and quietly position yourself against them. And an invisible spear of speed that when you realize it is already pierced after.

And you're sweet on me and Forna, and you really don't have a shard of forgiveness on your enemies.

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"Sure, Temeer's right, I live as I will, as I think I do. That's why my claims have always been pierced on my own. I won't forgive you, either. You push it through, you push it through."

Lakshasa does not return words. Just keep attacking instead of responding.

"Ancient Prohibition - -"

"Fuck you!

"Huh!"

But you can't even activate the magic. All the time, Farga's spear poke flew like a vacuum wave, crushing Lakshasa's spell.

After all, Lakshasa is the type of guy who magically flirts with enemies, not fleshshell fights. They don't even activate magic. For Farga's speed, you can't catch up with a demonic soldier costume, even if you use it.

On the contrary......

"Hey, it's not even like he's... The fact that the Admiral Taru is on the front line to fight, is unlikely for him. Because of unfamiliar battles and the use of exorcism and horsemanship, the drain is severe and the magic that is already wrapped is weak."

That's what Ethan said as he tongued about Lakshasa's appearance.

"It used to be harder for me and the others to do when they fought. Not only my men, who move as they wish, but my daughters, who have nothing to do with the prisoners' soldiers or the war, were driven mad to use them as tools of war to attack the eagles or to be turned into walls of flesh. Curse those who are weak in spirit to inflict fear and suffering and sharpen their will. And even though there is no squareness or shit in the war, use poisonous weapons flat that are not liked for use. Above all, he seldom comes forward, and manipulates and torments others out of sight. That's how he does it. What a jerk!"

Yes, it is. I know better because I've done the demon soldier costume, the whole rider thing, and I've done it before. Something that, if it were meant to be, would be more fiercely elevated by the immense power it produces.

But the magic that covers Lakshasa is visibly unstable, grown or smaller, and its shape is uncertain.

Lore said it earlier, too. "You better not do that," he said. Exactly. Instead of getting stronger, they are rather weaker.

But yet, why is Lakshasa fighting like this now...

"He took an early hand from the dispute over the Divine Continent in order to keep the country alive. Occasionally, we would have fought infiltrators like eagles, but demon kings who didn't fight much originally on the front lines..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I don't know the full season of Lakshasa, but my body is getting worse as time stands. It's obvious that Eastham is weaker than he was in the time he fought.

And yet, how can you fight with your own body now? You want me to clean it up for the last time?

No, that doesn't look like it. That guy...

"Out of the way, you fucking dragons! I'll take it all!

"Be careful, King Farga! Dragon scales are degenerate and like gems...... trying to flush the nature of the lily dragon all over your body!

"It doesn't fucking matter."

Ananta's scales, which shine like gems and cover her entire body, are the power of the Lily Dragon. By the magic of Lakshasa, I'm trying to give you defense.

But even if you cover your whole body with weak magic, you can't expect much power there.

"The smile of the goddess of light is the light of creation that creates heaven and earth. Sometimes it becomes a talisman that extinguishes darkness, sometimes a blade that wears darkness. Element Trans Aurora Trident!"

Out. Long time no see.

A spear covering Farga's magic turns into a trident spear of light. That's the move Farga was doing when he was in serious mode.

Well, Farga doesn't like magic, and I'm not really going to try to use it because I'm going to bat as soon as I do.

"Oh... Your Majesty's" Spirit Weapons (Elemental Arms) "... No, I've never seen it before"

"Me too..."

"What, was it Schaughter and Barts, too?

Well, it may well be that the Lowers have never seen Farga's array that wasn't in the Great Alliance of Humanity. I used to watch it every once in a while.

So I also know how powerful it can be.

"Heh heh, that sounds so-so awesome. You can use it, King Farga. So, that junior bastard dragon, that traitor Lakshasa, should be erased all together?

"Hmm. I have no cause or effect on such a fucking dragon, or on a fucking demon king. Just make up your mind."

Jarrenga wings eagerly and thrusts. Falga on its back, speared and poked.

The dragon killer spear and the most vicious dragon claw are carved into Ananta's flesh at the same time.

"Giga Astralbolutex!"

"Evil Claws (Sounds Nerd)!

Blinking luminescence. And at the same time, the noise of the flesh being choosen sounds.

When the light stops and you open your eyes, there's a big hole there as if you've been screwed a giant drill into that giant torso and a jabrick that screws your nails into that big hole.

The trident spear, elephanted by magic, became enormous, and in an instant, such as the gemstone scales, he decided to reach deep into the flesh below, making a big hole in Ananta's torso to penetrate it. Decide further on Jabrick's nails in the wound hole.

I guess I felt painful with boulders. Countless dragons' necks simultaneously opened their mouths wide and raised a voice similar to that of a scream.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! You got a hole in Gabagaba, didn't you? Did you penetrate it? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah! Hey, why don't you say something? Because you have so many mouths on you, why don't you just scream and say something? Ahahahahahahahahahaha!"

That's settled...

Leaving aside enough shapes to be called Jarrenga demons, this battle is no longer...

"Ancient Curse Prohibition/Demon Speed Regeneration"

"... Huh? What's that? It doesn't shrivel.

So, ah, the hole is blocked... the wound is being repaired. That guy, that too...

Hmm? But the wound heals... slowly...

"Huh..."

"Ahahahahahahahaha, you're not healing, are you? Tell me about the curse, aren't you tired and unusable after all? It's not unusual!

I knew it. Lakshasa. I try not to put it on my face, but I'm clearly exhausted.

It's the limit now. That's what the confronting Lowers know.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Rakshasa?! Hattori-kun once told me about you, but such guts? Aren't you the kind of guy who fights so hard? Well, I don't care now, but I'll kill you anyway, okay? Why don't you just die?

I just don't condone it if you fight the limits though. That's what Jarrenga says and storms again.

Lakshasa, on the other hand, on Ananta's torso, finally has a broken knee and a knee on her shoulder.

Then...

"... Hattori..."

Untelepathic, self-derisive raw voice.

Lakshasa did squeal that way.

Hattori......, no, was he a former buddy of Lakshasa's?

"What, you don't need words anymore? What are you talking about normally? Why don't you beg for your life anyway? Well, either way, I'll kill you, right?

Then Lakshasa's telepathy echoed into our heads in response to that word of Jabrick.

'What did Hattori say about this one?

It was a voice that felt lonely somewhere.

"Hey, won't you stop doing this telepathy because it sounds so irritating to my head? I mean, Hattori-kun? Shouldn't you have asked him directly? You and him, as guests, now lived together in the kingdom of Yavai demons!

'... reunited six months ago... but in the end we haven't exchanged a word... and soon afterwards, with Chronia Borvaldier, the Ahe disappeared... yes... as the Ahe once disappeared from the Klee Demon Kingdom... disappeared from before this one'

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah Well, it doesn't matter to me!

But just because it doesn't matter, Jarenga relentlessly releases her nails and braces to engage Ananta.

'You hated me... you're right... this one may have just been afraid to hear it directly from his mouth...'

And then I saw the end. If the reinforcements don't come like this, they'll definitely take care of Lakshasa.

And then...

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In my head, Lakshasa's telepathy is weak and sometimes interrupted like jamming, but I did hear it.

As far as everyone's concerned, apparently it's just me.

"I know.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

That, as if it were the last will, is a humbling voice.

"In order not to destroy the country, this one abandoned his body, mind and future to bring the country to life... I have no regrets about that. There can't be any regrets. Even if this man goes to hell."

In my head, Lakshasa started talking.

"But Ura Vesparda, who lost her father, who was a demon king just like this one, and, on the contrary, destroyed the country without inheriting that will... was laughing so happily..."

Ura did not inherit the will of Shirklu, the demon king, of Tsushima.

That's because Tsushima wanted it himself.

Tsushima fought humans. But it was his will that he didn't have to inherit the will to Ura.

And Ura followed that will and spent her days with me and the teacher.

'This one can read people's minds. That is why I understood that Verto Zija and Ura Vesparda were united with truly strong thoughts that were not false. And this one thought.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. That princess was supported and loved by that human being and, on the contrary, she had a dazzling happiness in her hands'

I used the word "family" to mean Ura, and I didn't mean to be anything more than that, and I've got his thoughts on it. To me, she was my best friend's daughter and like a pretty little sister. But when, by the magic of the Holy Knight, the world forgot me, and Ulla forgot about me, and still something about me engraved on Ulla tormented him, and he ran away from home without enduring it, I decided to make his relationship clearer.

He's trying to do what makes him happiest.

Well, that was the proposal...

'How unfair... but still that princess's smile... was warm and dazzling...'

I didn't know that had an impact on Lakshasa, the Demon King.

"Not so much luxury. But if that's still what you want..................... at least, I want to be normal...... I thought so '

Maybe this Lakshasa voice currently flowing in my head isn't flowing to the Lowers, who are fighting a fierce battle with their blades and magic.

He's telling me because I'm the one who inspired Lakshasa to have those thoughts.

"Can't you even analyze it with Lore's crest eye or... disable Manny's magic? Getting him back to normal..."

Ethan looked sinister as he stood next to the words I accidentally snapped.

"I guess not. As he said, magical curses and deactivations will eliminate any deteriorating damage to the flesh, but the flesh that has already become so fragile and poisoned that it will not return to its original form. Whether you can detoxify and cure someone bitten by a viper or give them an antidote, your body's poison won't go away... because it's no longer a part of your flesh. And even if you can't get rid of the curse that became part of that flesh... it could get worse with that recoil."

Of course, I know that you don't have to ask Ethan's answer to the no. Even Lakshasa can't believe how much I can think of.

And that's how he can be normal, derived in that...

"That's why you can freely modify your flesh... it's the resurrection of the ancient demon king..."

Yeah, I know. And I don't know what to do if I have to stop that.

But stopping it would mean stopping Lakshasa from wanting it.

Damn......, come here, no way. Morning when you're bothered by such a fucking heavy thing......

"Lakshasah! How could you teach me that! You think I'm gonna take pity on that and loosen my hands!

I can't loosen my hands. But still, I got lost. Ask me this.

Then Lakshasa...

'... maybe he wanted to talk to the culprit about it... Finally, this one still can't go back... so I won't let it get in the way'

Oh, there's no way Temeye can win now, but heh!

"Ver, do you know what that super titty demon king is talking about?

"Yeah, in real time with the current progression. Apparently, he's telling me if it's a grudge or a cry against me, the culprit. I didn't ask you to tell me."

Apparently, no genuine telepathy of Lakshasa has arrived in Fulchenko, black clothes or Kimomen either.

So I taught him to feel like a fool.

"He wants to be normal now. He wants everything back to normal with his weakened body, his sick body, his poisonous body, his worn out senses."

Heavy......

When I represented Lakshasa's heavy monologue, it naturally made the Fulchenko look amazing too.

"I can't touch anyone, I can't even touch them, I can't even be with them, I can't converse satisfactorily, I normally have such a body...... I'm a Demon King's daughter. I laugh happily regardless. That's what I thought when I saw my daughter-in-law Ura."

I know even these guys. that Lakshasa's whispering desire to be normal is how heavy it is.

I could only speak for Lakshasa when she whined in my head.

I can't tell you this because if the Lowers who are fighting find out, it's just going to be hard to fight because it's going to create extra trouble.

"Hmm?"

It's just that when people were lost in seriousness because of me, the guy from Lakshasa, was he real or gagged, he telepathically sent me into my head until something weird happened.

"Ver, what's going on?

I was curious that I suddenly circled my eyes from my serial face, the Fulchenko peeking into my face...

"Oh, no... something about him... if it were to come true... he wanted to make this unnatural and creepy chest a natural size too, even though it had absolutely nothing to do with the curse or the curse ban..."

Is that a gag? You want me to scratch in? Or is it natural?

Oh, my God, those breasts are my own!

"" "" "Shh!

But that little wish of Lakshasa that I spoke for in disdain...

"" "." "Hey, hey, hey. Yeah! That's absolutely loose. Awwwwww!

Fulchenko in black clothes and kimomen shouted with his soul resolutely against him.

"You think that's allowed! Um, you think you can throw away two hills of your own free will, which can be considered the treasure of life?

"Don't be ridiculous! What a blasphemy for life! If this is who the Blasphemous Demon King is... we will never forgive him!

No, that's probably why I'm a gag for Lakshasa, these guys, what are you so mucky about...

"Ahhh! Oh, you're in trouble! If we keep this up, the Princes of Lore will kill the Demon King!

"Gu... damn, my God... Lakshasa the Demon King... if I hear such a sad wish... I can't believe we're fingering each other in silence, we're not men!

Then the Fulchenko...

"" "." "Save Lakshasa, the Demon King. - Uh-huh!

Hurt, and the wrong way? What a simultaneous shout by the Fulchenko to save the woman trying to move on to.

Oh, come on, you guys, what...

"Ver, you can use magic now, can't you? Will you take us to Lakshasa, the Demon King?

"... is, huh? You guys, what are you talking about!

"That demon king... no, Lakshasa is one weak girl who gets deeply hurt and lost! Without protecting such a girl, what are we supposed to be murdering at!

No, I have no idea what you're talking about... I mean, right now, even if I go over there, it bothers the Lores...

"Tell him! He said you were attractive enough even as you are!

"Yes, you don't have to change. He said I just had to live with my chest up!

"Yes, I have to tell you. To Lakshasa. We have to deny you!

So... the chest thing is like a gag, and the desire for him to be normal is more different... and these guys are koei! My eyes run too bloody, they all snort rough and grab at me, screaming, "Let the ship float to Lakshasa".

"Nohaha...... not at all, no race or border to lust...... Fulchenko is right"

"Ethan, what are you laughing at!

"Wouldn't it be nice, my son-in-law? It may not be the same at all, but there are still so many stallions who think of Lakshasa. I don't know how he would react."

For some reason, Ethan also hitched a ride to this Varnoli and urged me to "do it".

Damn, are you sure? I don't care what happens.