Kuro no Maou

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Like a half-jackass, I slash and throw away the squids that hold back my hand waving two swords. You know what I'm trying to do or not, some of the crawling Ella just shows up with the same type of squid, and it's not a glitch.

Aim at the deepest of this Ella. If I'm not deep inside my body, I don't have enough firepower to stop Gratney Octo with my own attack.

Well, how far in the hell does it go? When I thought of it, I accidentally opened my sight.

"... is this the goal"

Wide domed open space. To reveal the whole story, I immediately sprinkle blackflame lights (torches) apart. Burning fireballs as they slowly fell out of the hollow like a shot up illuminated the interior of the dome in every corner.

"Huh!? Not Ella, spawning grounds, is it..."

What you see in your eyes are white grains lined with biscuits to stick to the ground and the wall. Elongated shapes like jelly beans, with buoyant textures and cloudy shades to see. Is it about the size of a rugby ball?

If you look closely at one right at my feet, over the white membrane, a silhouette of a toddler growing four legs on a round head emerges. All of this, I'm pretty sure it's an egg.

"How many... No, I'm an octopus, so this is natural"

This number of eggs is the factor that supports the strength of the Glatony Octo Legion of bulimia. Originally, the system should be that organisms laying large quantities of eggs increase in number because they are eaten by predators only for what they lay.

But only for him, it breaks the code of the food chain. Many eat others themselves, while having large numbers. Until humans roll out their armies and destroy them, or engage with such powerful monsters, they will continue to increase indefinitely without enemies, eating up all of the earth.

"I just want to clean it up nicely, but I'll have to put it behind me."

If we don't finish off Gratney Octo, the big boss first, there's nothing we can do about it. Except when it comes to this egg hatching simultaneously and attacking me, but I don't feel that way at the moment.

If you look closely, there are several examples of squid on each end of the dome. As I hadn't noticed, he seemed to be giving the carcass of a newborn toddler the carcass of a person who stabbed him with two long tentacles.

Apparently, he and the others are also caring for the young body. Was Leki's body not eaten and left behind also to serve as a preserved food for feeding the young body?

Fortunately, I wasn't hit by any other octopus eating their prey instantly, should I say, or not, the trouble is - yeah, don't think of the extra as a mess. Focus on what you need to do now.

When I regained my mind that way, a red light blinked inadvertently in my sight.

"Mia told you to hurry up."

It was a flash of brilliance, but now it was undoubtedly a light that showed trials. What I saw was a wall of meat just flapping directly in front of me. On the other side of it was such a way of glowing that there was a offering to be served.

Now we know where to strike. After that, I'll just bust you in.

"Demon Sword (Sword Arts)/Rift Blade Matrix (Blade Storm) -"

Calling swords out of one shadow space (shadowgate) after another as they walk to tear apart the large egg-spreading floor.

I can't operate a hundred copies at the same time right now, but I can do it fine enough to let it go in a row. I'll follow all the red-hot blackened swords left here.

"- Fire all bullets (full blast) Huh!

Knock it off, blade storm. Blowing red and black blast flames.

First the egg covering the wall blows up, then the green flesh pieces fly a thousand pieces. It seems to have been decided somewhat, but it won't be enough yet.

I don't let my hair in, one blade after the other (blast blade). We don't use wasted ammunition, poke it as deep as we can, just like we put a big hole in one point, and, at the same time, bomb it.

In that way, the dome of the meat wall sounds like an explosion. After using the amount of space stored in the shadow space (shadow gate) and emptying the contents of the space magic (dimension pouch), my blasting will be stopped once and for all.

"Ha... ha... what do you say..."

Burning eggs and meat walls had begun to extend due to the aftermath of a series of explosions in the black smoke that allowed them to stand in. The only thing that spreads in front of you is a disastrous black flame burning and a hell of a sight burning giant meat and numerous young bodies, but that's all. I can't see any change in the way I look at Gratney Octo.

"After all, isn't it enough yet"

I go further and get closer to where the blackflame is burning. What I saw on the other side of the spreading smoke was green flesh snapping, white walls.

"What, are you a bone? What's the structure of the octopus?"

I don't know if it's actually bone, or just stiff flesh, but the walls that protect the interior, like this armor, are unlikely to crumble to the point of shooting in a howitzer shell (grenade burst).

"Then - two pairs of black!

A double strike of martial arts rolling out with a steel zweihander and a flaming flamberge. I can remember a pretty hard hand gripping the pattern, but still, the blade went through.

The bone wall does have a crossword slash engraved on it, but it doesn't even cut it off. Is the thickness over the length of the blade? Now, no matter how much you chop, you can't move on.

There is a need to buzz away at once so as to remove the collapsed rock formations. Only one of my bills is going to do that.

"'Demon King of Fire (Overdrive)'"

First protection, activated.

The magic of the burning red lotus circulates throughout the body, and the aura of crimson is considered all over the body.

I stabbed my two swords to the ground, and then I put up my fist with a big swing like a bow puller.

"Fist of Wrath (Lars Impact)"

Strike the biggest moves with full force against walls that are neither avoided nor prevented by the attack power of a single point concentration.

palatable. The Fist of the Demon King shot and smashed the hard, thick bone walls without difficulty, paving the way to the offering.

"Huh... one more, something like that"

It was the dokun, a further wall of meat that pulsed loosely, that seemed beyond the circularly-worn cavity and the bone wall where the crack spread radially, like it had been struck out by a giant shell.

Perhaps this is the last one. It should be some gut, not some muscle armor that protects the giant flesh.

Still, it would have a fleshy structure, even if it were a giant and therefore an organ itself.

Start with some scattering with a howitzer shell (grenade burst), then punch in 'Fist of Wrath (Lars Impact)' again and let it grind completely. All right, let's do this. Come on, one more breath.

"Howitzer shelling (grenade burst) - all rounds fired (full burst)"

Create as many grenades as you can before firing simultaneously. Though inferior in power to the Rift Blade Battalion (Blade Storm), you can earn enough power to sharpen meat walls.

I fisted again, without feeling any heat, thanks to the "Guardian of Pale Flames (Nanablast Amulet)" to put out my own explosion flames that burst at close range.

"The Fifth Trial is over, too! (Lars) -"

What you see is a black monochrome with a black magic flame on fire. It should be, but inadvertently, it mixed bright purple to erode the scorching black.

"-" The Demon King of Steel (Overgear) "Huh!!

Chills on my spine and a sense of crisis running through my back of my brain, as well as causing me to alter my protections to activate instantly.

The red power of the one-strike special lodged in the right fist was lost, and instead, an aura of steel surrounded his entire body to prevent any attack - the next moment a poisonous purple gas spread across his sight.

"Gu, ooh, ooh..."

Acid brace. I've been showered from a big octopus many times before, but now I'm sprayed with a strong acidic brace that's all over the paper.

Damn, I didn't know I could spray this poison gas out of my body... maybe this very organ I was tapping is like a poison bag that produces acid braces.

Either way, it's not a pleasure.

"Not good, not like this..."

The second protection is brilliantly preventing dissolution by acid. At a time when I am able to think like this, it is clear that I have not yet been dissolved in the drool.

But only this way can we stand it while we activate The Demon King of Steel (Overgear). If it's disarmed by magic... no matter how much of my flesh, I don't think I can keep the prototype in the middle of an Acid Brace.

The rapidly erupting poison gas instantly covers the spawning grounds, closing their sights so much that they can't see an inch ahead of them with purple claws. I'm pretty sure this leads to the passage part that's been running through, thinking that all the space is already filled with poison gas. From the outside, they would be spitting purple smoke out of areas like Ella.

Still, running away now would save your life or so.

Instead, you won't be able to defeat Gratney Octo. Join Saliel again, retrieve Pegasus, dive through Acid Breath anti-aircraft fire again, and come this far. Whatever you think, it's impossible.

Then we'll have to keep doing this.

There is still the magic that keeps "Demon King of Steel (Overgear)" activated. I can't breathe in this situation full of poison gas because it's not in effect until the air is purified. But my body can still hold my breath for a while to fight.

Even if we combine the remaining magic and oxygen, we should have another five minutes.

I can't use Fist of Wrath (Lars Impact), but all I have to do is push it off somehow with Howitzer shelling (Grenade Burst).

In a purple, monochromatic, closed vision, I stretch my arms straight forward, and I concentrate my consciousness more specifically to create a shell of black magic. It's tough inside when I'm the only one exercising black magic while activating "The Demon King of Steel (Overgear)". If you are in Fairy Combination (Excelion) mode, you can do it without bitterness, for one thing, due to Lily's genius surgical arithmetic.

With the thought of biting my teeth at my helplessness, I managed to create a grenade that would allow me to fire all the bullets (full bursts).

"Fuck you -!?

On the verge of firing, the ground jumped as though it were the last resistance.

"Whoa, whoa!

earthquakes, a slightly different way of shaking. It's more like a wave of the ground itself than a shake.

The earth itself to be stomped on moved, so I was rolled over a ragged and wavy ground.

While such a giant, does Gratney Octo even accurately perceive the tiny presence of me who broke in? Along the way I thought I would be resisted so continuously - it would be noticed as an error. He said this tremor wasn't a counterattack against me, but that Gratney Octo was finally starting to move.

At this moment I heard, rather than slapped. Bo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o,

This ominous heavy bass you won't forget once you hear it, no doubt. It's a signal that Gratney Octo will start absorbing.

I don't even have another moment of respite. If we don't burst the grenade and stab Todome...

"but ahhhhhh......"

But this awesome heavy bass echoing through the body space turns into a real shock and beats my body. Shockwave of inevitable sounds to loud acoustics where the tympanic membrane is just torn. And the ground continues to rock violently now.

Though not damaging due to "The Demon King of Steel (Overgear)," I can't help but stand on this. It's as if it's being held down with intangible palms. I can't follow my aim very well. In the first place, at the time of being rolled, I also completely lost sight of the point to aim at, beyond being zero vision with poison gas. It's impossible to find them by hand.

Limits of oxygen approaching momentarily for rapid magic consumption by protective activation. Every circumstance comes under pressure that I can't help.

"Damn, damn..."

With me crawling like a frog, all I can do is stretch my black magic grenade caged arm beyond the invisible purple poison fog ahead.

To try shooting with one or eight is a bad bet for too many minutes. I don't even want to think about the odds of hitting a hole I just drilled.

But I have no other way to survive than to shoot here.

Oh, shit. I can't believe it's God's favor at the end... at all, I'm not kidding.

"Uh-oh! Hit it! Fire all bullets (full burst) -"