Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

When we then took control of the northwestern part of the human world, the Demon King's Army turned its main force south.

The elite, including the remaining demon kings, went east, and to turn everything into the scorched earth of Megidoflame, we took the policy of destroying the elite and residual forces.

Thank you for waiting. It was around this time that I met the Holy King.

Holy King. No, immortal mad warrior Kuga, he was a man to fear.

Giant enough to line the oak species stood out no matter where the battlefield went.

But agility is also out of digit again, which instantly produces the blood of the Demon clan.

It was, as far as I could tell, a fiercer evil more terrible than a superior race demon.

"You're the Demon King! This one's up for business because of you, what are you gonna do? Ah?!

My personality was also a bit allergic.

Now they call me Savior, Hero, but Yakuza or Chimpy was the retarded one that looked good...

"Well, I'm sorry you did that. Well, you're a mercenary, aren't you?

"That's right! Temeh, it's good that you start a war, but, hey, stop destroying the country, Temeh! I guess I'll only get the advance then!!

The opponent is an absolute who has burned down a quarter of the human world.

To that demon king Jeremiah, an idiot who has stuck something that is only a far cry from righteousness. That's who the Holy King is.

"Cook, Cook, you did something sorry. Hmm, I'll give you permission to name your name. Say it."

"It's Kuga, I'm Kuga the Black Ghost! You're the man who came to kill me, remember even if I go to the afterlife!

"Interesting, let me scratch the flesh of this demon king Jeremiah and you will be my new servant..."

"Hope you're in hell, arsonist bastard!!

The results were visible from the beginning.

Kuga, the black ghost, fought better than any human he'd ever met, but with a big two-handed sword, he couldn't scratch the demon king's skin.

"What's up, Kuga"

"Ha, you can't afford it, Temee!

That's where I notice if it's normal.

That this is an absolute being that can't be defeated no matter how much you raise it. He said he should drop his weapon and run away now.

But when the allies around him were hit one after the other, he didn't retreat.

"Beretotto, grab a lute and play a brave song. I've never been this strong and stupid before. Set the stage for the death you deserve."

"Yes... Demon King..."

Was it then that I first met him?

A dirty mercenary with black hair laughed invincibly in reaction to the war kamikaze I played.

Then the man, later dubbed Holy King, threw himself into a death fight against an opponent he would never win.

The two-handed sword and the Demon King's claw collided, and he was chopped up when he lost his strength.

"Let's hear one thing, why don't you run away? You know you have no winning eye... show me your frightened face, you will be scared, you will be terrified, you my...!

"Ha, if I said I wanted to go home, you'd let me go! It's not like Temehe knows best! Look, I'm not stopping the fight until I win, I'm not scared of Temehe!!

"Right. Then let's end it..."

Evil gods got tired of Kuga the Black Ghost.

Whatever the situation, you created the most powerful flame magic Megidoflame on your palm, a forbidden hand that would surely destroy your opponent if you hit it.

"I agree! Oh no, Jeremiah the Demon King!!

"Kukukuku... In honor of that struggle, let me give you one Mizumi of the Underworld... I am, | not Jeremiah the Demon King"... "

I knew the evil gods did it......

Immediately my performance will be interrupted and a deep silence will arise there.

Whoever took over the Demon King grinned at my desperate womb, and finally said away.

"Remember, this flesh shall be king of the demons, and the spirit shall not be in Jeremiah king of demons. I'm a demon god. The demon god Kvatu! Rabies unleashed on the wild, repent of the foolishness that defies God in hell!

"I don't know what Temehe's called, you golden thief!!

I didn't avoid evil gods.

I took the two-handed sword with its neck with the Demon King's, precious body, and pressed Megidoflame against Kuga's belly, as if it were even a candle to light it.

It's not even between that and explaining.

The scream rose and Kuga, the black ghost, was burned out of his belly and turned into just ash.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

"Are you shocked? You must be shocked, Beretotto."

"Yes...... But then where is the Demon King..."

"I'm not here anymore, give up. But I liked your performance indefinitely, and I'll keep it close. Follow the shadow of your late husband and continue to obey."

I can't see my loved ones anymore.

It seemed that my frozen heart had fallen so far that I could still despair.

A red line appears in the eyes of a cat who has lost all of it.

"If so... then let me make allowance. The body belongs to the Demon King…"

"Allowance? No......!

The Holy King wounded the flesh of the Demon King.

It's incredible. Such a beastly man, no different from a barbarian, has wounded our demon king...

"Well, he's dead. Make allowance, my belletto."

"Yes, I did..."

I have never seen the blood of a demon king before.

He wiped that red blood the same color as himself and received more hemostasis than with the same side.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Yeah, of course the legend didn't end there.

After only a few days, a man stood before us with the same face as Kuga.

"Yo, Evil God. You took care of me before, I'm here for revenge. With my own people."

"You, Kuga, why are you alive..."

That fact even stunned the Evil God.

There was someone alive in the midst of the absolute triumph of Megidoflame.

"A strange woman gave me strength, she asked me to kill Temehe. That's why, as always, I got the advance on the request from Germany and came back to the battlefield.... Now it's time to be ready, you shitty scumbag!!

"Don't get on the diagram, you inferior species!!

Thus, a man called the Holy King began to repeat an endlessly distant loop of victory that, when burned, resurrected.

That evil god will also cease to tolerate the mere existence of one person who can hurt himself, whether he becomes a threat or not.

I, on the other hand, play the instrument whenever the death fight begins and see his defeat.

How long have I known Kuga the Black Ghost and I disliked him unilaterally?

A pest that comes scratching the beautiful body of the Demon King. In the unlikely event that it happens, a being may kill the flesh of the Demon King. It is incompatible with me, as is the Evil God.

But in retrospect, the Evil God, maybe he was afraid of Kuga.

A man who rises from killing or killing and bounces back with indomitable barbarity, not moving at all, trying to rule with fear. Because if they target me like that, I'm determined to shrink even if I'm an evil god...