Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

It was not until quite the early days that Doris Meguian, as part of Inferno, laid eyes on Darriel.

He stole the Demon King's eyes and escaped from hell, trying to hunt and gather many souls in this world to accumulate the power of disobedience.

Besides, Darriel caught my eye.

The soul that absorbs, it doesn't mean anything.

There were two main conditions for souls that were easy to convert into the greatest possible force.

One is that the emotions that occupy the soul are hate.

It was the most converting mood of hatred and anger directly linked to the image that burns just because the attribute that Doris Meguian presides over is' fire '.

The other is simply being strong.

The strength of the mind naturally goes directly to the strength of the soul. Overcoming many difficulties, a strong mind forged by experience and thought also directly connects to strong firepower when converted.

For that reason Inferno, out of hell, first lurked around the Fortress of Rasparda, identifying the powerful of modern times.

You can have a strong and filthy soul that conforms to the conditions, because it is most preferable to have adventurers or soldiers of the Demon King's Army living in battle.

It was the fortress on the front line where those two collided that deserved to be a hunting ground.

The prospect hit, and soon three brave men emerged, Pigallo, Zester and Altamir, playing a fierce battle with the contemporary Four Heavenly Kings.

He took away that the three brave men, defeated and painted with frustration, were easier to see, and gave them measures to rob Mithril in an attempt to grow them into better nutrients.

It was a well-timed operation because we were able to pull information from the Pigallos' memories on the Mithrill Load Road.

It was a sense to that extent at the time, but it was an unexpected harvest to discover Darriel at the scene.

It was the most delightful harvest.

Darriel, who observed the situation from a point far away and twisted the uplifted Zester without bitterness with misrillic absorption.

If you can absorb a soul so strong, you can get a lot closer to defeating the Demon King's goal.

At any rate, it meant that the mood contained little hatred.

No matter how strong the soul, the conversion efficiency is poor if the mind is not dominated by hatred rough as a flame.

So he decided that absorbing Dariel also required a previous effort and approached Loselwy.

Dariel will always be dominated by hatred if he strikes the village by making it look like a gift from center guild director Roselwi and kills everyone, including his family.

He used Loselwi and made him look like an executor because of his intention that he could better elicit Darriel's hatred.

But it failed.

Lax Village's defenses were more robust than we could have imagined, and several inflexible adventurers bounced back without taking the raid for granted.

Personnel for the raid, although initially expecting a Roselwi gesture, were small objects that were guild directors but had no power at all to move on their own.

The gestures that Inferno had no choice but to prepare were disfigured adventurers who had gathered from all over the world to make them his own nourishment.

They were those on the way to brainwashing magic to take sanity away from them and mentally oppress them to increase hatred in order to make them better nutrients.

It was a diversion that we used for the Lax Village raid, but that went out the back and we were all tied up.

It was a painful damage, but that's just for the record, too.

Because after those disturbances, there was a direct confrontation with Darriel.

Dariel's strength, talent, first seen directly with his sword.

I immediately realized. Darriel said Inferno's...... no. He said he was capable enough to be an essential piece in Doris Meguian's plan.

Initially, we prepared Siegfriegel the Brave as that piece.

Because he assumed that Siegfriegel, with his highest strength, would be the trump card of the Demon King with the aura of the fallen human side of hell.

But once we discovered Darriel, who deserved the trump card more than that, Siegfriegel was easily thrown away.

That's why you didn't save Siegfriegel in your fight with Darriel.

If there were better hand pawns, old hand pawns would have been used.

The same goes for Abos, who was equally prepared as a Siegfriegel spare.

Physically, Serneya. Disconnected from each other, Doris Meguian prepares Darriel to pursue just one person.

And leave the suppression of Ida in 'heaven and earth' to Serneya, who is truly the only one I trust...

He entered the village of Lax in full.

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"Darriel is..., a delicacy. Very good."

Inferno has come this far at the end of every conspiracy plot.

No, Doris Meguian from "Sandfire" speaks in front of the two contemporary males.

"Even through the eyes of the Lord of Hell. So I definitely want it. He's got to be our last shot at taking him down."

For that too......

"We must dye Darriel's heart into a hatred that is no more. To be in tune with the power of this ole flame. Gran Burza, Aranzil. You guys are already very useful materials."

Hell, pointing a gaze at the two exorcising Yingjie.

"Its power is unique in ancient times. If I can absorb your souls, I will feed you well. But now Dariel takes precedence over it."

Gran Barza and Aranzil.

It is better not to go through the process of absorbing the two souls as fallen into hatred, to kill them miserably on this occasion and to invite Dariel's hatred.

"It's a more useful use of your lives. If we can all absorb it at our best, we've never been over it, but we can't afford hate and that much time. It's not just Ida, it's time for him to make his own move."

"Side by side deserted here is superb. Wherever you cut out, you're being selfish."

From Gran Burza's body surface, the prosthetic pneumonia swayed up.

"What do you care about our lives? Neither Darriel, nor we, are the lives we have for you. That pride and difference, you really deserve to go to hell!

"That anger is not nice. Not tied to hatred. It's the most worthless and annoying emotion I've ever had."

Doris Meguian never got any worse.

Fallen to hell for hundreds of years. The emotion had already transformed into something too far away from people.

I am not interested in people's goodness, nor in people's evil.

Everything is an incarnation of hell obsessed with the delusion of 'defeating the Demon King'.

That was Inferno.

"I don't know…, just a little bit"

It was Aranzil who said it quietly.

The Gran Barza I heard on the side turns a hack of gaze.

"What do you mean, Aranzil?

"I was once captive to hate, too. The sense of loss, which was murdered by the demons and, above all, deprived of what mattered forever, had to be transferred to hatred"

That was the driving force behind the Thirty Years of Fighting by the Brave Aranzil.

The power of hatred continued to wander like never before with an old decaying body on, and did not shade until he fulfilled his fateful reunion with Darriel.

"If you want to corrupt Darriel into hatred, you will be so precise in targeting his family. He has a resemblance to me."

Just like Aranzil once was.

Losing Marika or her son Gran would necessarily make Dariel an incarnation of hatred.

"It was close to dangerous with me. I met Darriel and my heart was solidified in hatred until I found out my son was alive. Darriel unleashed my hatred. I guess I was a treat for you before that."

"That was a shame. I guess that means we met a little late."

"You can't let Darriel fall into such a situation because I know the horror of being imprisoned by hate. I'll stop your prospects. Marika, Gran, and this Gran Burza, I won't let you kill me!

Listening to the statement of determination, and not least confused, was Gran Burza, who listens next door.

"Alanzil, you...!?"

"Don't even say it. It is true that Dariel respects you more than anyone else. It's a shame."

But......

and Aranzil continues.

"That's not all I found out. I don't know if it's a by-product of being held captive to hatred for a long time. I can feel it somehow."

"What?

"With what others say and do, the smell of hate, or what?

People are creatures with emotions.

So there was always a feeling in the words and deeds.

Some will be able to hide their emotions successfully, while others will spot it.

In that regard, Aranzil was above all acute when it came to the emotions of hatred, just because he had been bitter by hatred from scratch.

"That's what you notice from me. You..."

Point to Doris Meguian.

"You don't hate the Demon King so much, do you?

…………

The red cape was silent.

That was not a tattered ego from the margin, but a cliché because the stars were poked at.

"You bear in mind, above all, to defeat the Demon King. That attitude can no longer be called obsession."

Yet.

"When you talk about the Demon King, that tone doesn't convey any hatred for the Demon King. Definitely because I felt that way. You don't hate the Demon King."

No, on the contrary, the emotions that follow Doris Meguian when he talks about the Demon King are rather the opposite.

Dear.

At least that's what I felt from Aranzil's intuition.

"I think there's a good reason to hate the Demon King by making him fall into hell and revealing all the tricks the Demon King has done to this world. But you, by the time you persevere, cast down the Demon King, without righteousness, without resentment."

Aranzil, who has been bittered by hatred for a long time, was able to discern it sharply.

"That's a mystery when it comes to mystery."

"Shut up!!"

An anger flew during the fierce fire.

"I don't even know about death, Jari, but let's see through my heart and so on...! The pattern between me and him is not within the understanding of the rest of us. Extremely disrespectful to speculate in itself......!

At that time, a slight change emerged from Inferno's body.

"Atonement for that sin, with your life. I'll rip you to pieces and kill you...!!"

From the inside of the cloak of the Red Lotus, a sharp verse leg stretched out reminiscent of an insect.

Huge, and many......