Kuro no Maou

Oh, well, was this the real use of protection?

First protection, its effect is not to denature black magic into pseudo-flame attributes. This is nothing more than a process that is necessary to activate true power.

The suicide-prepared "Arm Strengthen (Forth Boost)" surgical configuration, which does not skip both arms blowing up, means this was the "right answer" to activate the first protection.

If this is not the case, a dangerous manoeuvre that you would never do or should not do.

Besides, I finally realized. No, maybe now's why I noticed. Let Nell teach you how to enhance, and by her own pinch.

So with this power, I'll try to help Nell.

"Flaming Demon King (Overdrive) Huh!

First protection, activated.

Moment after moment, the clasp on the armor that was attached to both arms bounces off. The sleeves of The Devil's Embrace (Diabolos Embrace), which wraps his left arm, also stir so hard that they seem to chop a thousand pieces together.

The other right arm remains torn by Sayid's demonic eye, and if the armor disappears, the arm will remain dewy.

On my right arm, the red line ran unmanipulatively to my fingertips, as if the blood vessels had glowed intact. Dazzling glow, so clearly visible even over the glove.

And the crest of the flame that rises on the back of your hand. The moment its magic formation was engraved with a bright red light, indicating the activation of the protection, a bright red aura bursting like a flame from the entire arm.

Demon King of Fire, what a person really existed, I'm sure he would have had such an arm.

But this isn't just flashy looking. My arms now have so much power that I can't compare them to my "Forth Boost."

Yes, the transcendental strengthening of simple but pure force's revealing 'muscle strength' is the real effect of first protection.

"Stop, yeah, yeah, yeah!!

A bunch of chains tangled in the tail gives you a tall twist. Had it not been for the absorption of the Sand Iron Sword, it could have truly pulled a thousand off due to a lack of strength.

There is also sheep's hard work, the chains are able to withstand the intense strain of power without being turned down.

That's when it finally stopped.

My legs would never be dragged off deciding the ground more than that, nor would I have been able to take a step forward with Gleedgore.

When I eat the prey in front of me, Greedgor tries to move forward, but my demon king's arm won't allow it.

But this power still isn't like this.

"Pull! Sheep, no!

"Yeah, yeah! Hey!

With the adorable hanging voice, the chains wind up well.

A huge tail loosening overhead falls under momentum. It's as if he's grabbing Crane's hook and pulling it off hard.

When the tip of the pointed tail ahead goes down to the front of you, you grab it directly with this hand.

Just stopping the movement doesn't change anything. The quickest way to stop him is to take him down by force.

Let me show you something, Demon King.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The crimson aura finally sprays up violently so as to cause a big explosion. My arms are so hot that they seem to melt from bone to bone, but for that matter alone, my pure arm strength (chicara) rises without knowing the limits.

A muscle of crack runs from his eaten fingertips onto the crust he grabbed as he tried to hold it in. At the same time, the ground to trample on fell.

My body is wearing the entire weight of a greedgore right now.

Impossible, what a coincidence. I heard a screaming, tall squeal.

That's how I finally lift it. The Greedgor giant floats in the universe.

I grabbed the tip of my tail, and I let myself go backwards like I was throwing my back.

Throw away the greed gore. It's an incredible thought on my part for its distant power moves.

A rocky mountain passes overhead. Would it be more appropriate to have a giant meteorite? If you think of the shock when it falls to the ground, you still deserve to call it that.

Visit shortly afterwards, moments of impact.

My roar, my greedgore screams, my rain sounds scratched off all sounds, and the loud sound of masses pounding on the earth.

Feeted by the momentum thrown and the tremors running through the ground, he accidentally fell on his back.

The sky I looked up to was a colour of earth. The vast amount of dirt that sprayed up poured down to bury me alive.

"Buha! Damn, I'm just wearing mud today."

Stand up in momentum as you bounce off the layers of mud that have descended.

Gleedgore is lying neatly like a whale beaten to the coast, but he just can't move because of a temporary shock.

Until I stab Todome, no, stabbing him without alarm, kills him completely. And now is our chance to make it happen.

I still have the power of the Demon King in my arms, but this won't last that long anymore. If the effect were to be interrupted even once, my arms wouldn't be up for a while longer and I wouldn't even be able to move one fingertip.

Again, the price for seeking strength is that it is commensurate.

But that's enough now. I'm not so dumb as to miss this chance.

"Come on!" Larspun's Right Arm ""

I decided to fall when I tore down the Sandy Iron Sword, but he still has control of the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts) alive. As soon as you call me, I'll go back to this hand.

That was how gripping the flying red Matchette backwards coincided with the Greedgore roaring.

With me falling, my big tail swoops wildly trying to pay me off. Powerful as if the walls themselves had moved. Even with such bad karma, if you can beat him up, he still dies in one shot.

I scratch the tip wielded like a whip, step on the roots of my depressed tail, and I approach the torso of a greedgore.

Is it also as uncomfortable as a bug crawling around your body? Greedgore rocks his body so hard that he tries to shake me off running around his flank.

In a place like this, you don't expose yourself to falls with your feet taken. Step into a brick crust and leap through your thoughts. If this distance is already reached, it will arrive.

'Larspun's Right Arm' held backwards, its crimson blade aiming at the neck.

That part of Nero's glowing martial arts nearly shattered his crust by half makes him the thinnest defensive weekpoint in Greedgore today.

Grenade.

Compressing black heat is not a shell, but 'Larspun's Right Arm' itself.

By "The Demon King of Fire (Overdrive)," I sweep the fiery, scorching energy in my body to the limit, and yes, to the point where this blade is about to melt.

Crimson filling increases redness even more by red-heating, and the magical power of the conjurer erupts as an aura of flames. You can already break it with this blow.

"- Cannonball (High Burst) Huh!

As the momentum jumps in, slap a blow of Red Lotus into the neck of Gleedgore. Blade in the crack of the crust forcefully crushed by the Demon King's arm force, no, stick the warhead up.

That's how you unleash the hidden heat. Big bang.

"Whoa!!

Vision is blocked by bursting flames.

Hot, it would be thanks to The Guardian of Pale Flames (Nanablast Amulet) that you just need to feel.

However, even if the flames are prevented, shock waves are not subject to effects. A blowing blast is going to blow your body apart.

But more than bouncing back at me, the heat and shock runs through Gridgore's neck.

Zero-distance shelling all over me blew up a brilliantly reddish rock crust.

Crust crushed to dust. Black scorch marks and a faintly meaty odor sting my nose.

'Larspun's Right Arm' was also shattered and scattered, as was the price of the blast. The bright red fillet is all that remains of the roots anymore.

Still, it was worth the sacrifice. Now I can finally stab him with a todome.

"Pyle -"

In front of me is a painful scar where the crust peeled off and the flesh peeled out.

The muscles that move this substandard giant boast the same toughness that bound the steel itself, but not enough to prevent this blow.

Now, I'll make sure I bust it out.

My first and fastest black magic 'Pilebunker' - no, if you're going to roll it out with the arms of the Demon King, would you rather have a more, worthy name?

"Fist of Wrath (Lars Impact) Whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Red and fierce right arm rushes.

The scorching heat of the helix is concentrated on one point: the fist, burning, penetrating and becoming two destructive forces.

The dull feeling of beating meat. At the same time, your right arm pierces your body as it sinks in. I buried it all at once, all the way around my arms.

Given the size of the greed gore, is it the same as being hit with a nail when it comes to humans, even if the thickness of one arm pierced? Whatever it is, what hurts hurts. There is a scream that cringes my ear at that severe pain.

Just at that moment, the heat in my fist releases in my neck. An explosion of high fever burns muscles, scorches nerves, and boils blood.

With further distressing voices, I bring my head so loud that Gleedgore brings me to pain.

From a large mouth that was open to roar towards heaven, black smoke was spewing out at the crossing of blood reflexes. Apparently the heat reached his throat and burned his airway as well.

But not yet. That's all we've got yet. Then it's not enough to bring this giant monster to death.

So this is the real last blow.

"- Demon Eye Liberation"

Fist with a prick in the neck. Calling the shadow created inside its hands as the dawn mouth of the Shadow Space (Shadowgate) is Purple Crystal Eye (Amethyst Gaze), a demonic eye of fear that transforms everything you see into purple crystals.

Sheep cleverly opened the bottle with tentacles of both eyes in the space and gently handed it to me.

The eyeball itself is not as hard as stone. I gently let go of the eyeballs I held in my palm so they wouldn't crumble.

At the moment your fingertips leave, unblacken - Canojo Kaese. I thought I heard you.

That's how he left the demonic eye, which starts to shine with resentment again, in the neck of the Gridgore.

"What do you think... the Devil's Eye will work"

Quickly jumping off the scene, I squeal such empathetic dialogue as I watch the greedgore wander around with further screaming of agony.

It is subjected to the crystallizing rays of the demonic eye emitted from the inside, and the neck of the Gridgore is instantly forced into an amethyst.

Its purple glow soon appeared on the body surface as well. At first, it's like a crack in a muscle, but within sight, its purple crystals erode reddish-brown rocks.

It even seems fantastic that a crust of rock that prides itself on its strength would degenerate into a brittle, twitchy amethyst.

But such a change will soon come to an end.

That's when Gleedgore shook the huge head he brought in so loud that he could escape the pain of being invaded by crystals. An amethyst that has finished degenerating to circle around the neck can crush the head, body, and both weights unbearably.

Only Gri-Dogore's head rolled down to the ground, leaving a squeezing scream at the end.

There is no blood. The cross section is just that purple crystals are demonic and brilliant.

"Finally, you defeated..."

Gleedgore, whose neck was cut off, is utterly silent.

From the castle there is no cheer of victory, just the sound of heavy rain that keeps swinging echoes on the hills of Ischia.

Even I don't have enough energy left to raise my voice and rejoice. The burning aura that was erupting from both hands also subsides as this rain strikes and quenches the fire. With that, little by little, I felt my powers fall out of my arms.

"This is the second trial, clear."

I was finally about to get distracted, that's when, before the corpse of Gridgore, who wouldn't even move with Pickle.

Bacilli, and I heard an electric shock playing.

"Become -!?"

Half-opened, Dallari and tongue-dropping greedgore's neck, from its mouth, unleashed a glimmer of thunder.

Did they shoot Thunderbrace? No, you're not!?

It's shaped like a lamia, creepy electric shock. He comes at me in a straight line, twisting his purple electric tail. What, he's got it!?

By the time I got to that point, Soitz was on my face.