I'm an orga who lived about a thousand years.
I used to repel brave men.
That's three times too.
It was my martial arts tradition.
First time. About nine hundred years ago.
This flesh, forged over the centuries, did not pass the sword of the brave, but played the magic of the wise.
After escaping the battle against me, the brave man defeated the demon king of the time without rematching me.
The brave man avoided fighting me.
And the second and third time he fought the same brave man.
It was about 300 years ago now.
The second time, I did stab the brave man in the stop.
But he came back to life and showed up in front of me again.
The third battle was fierce.
The brave man was incredibly strong.
But still, I won.
What makes my 700 years of drilling for martial arts happen to yield to a degree of being empowered by God!
And the brave man I was supposed to defeat killed the demon king at the time.
The brave man heard rumors that he could be resurrected as many times as he wanted with the skills God gave him.
Once again, I was avoided fighting by the brave.
I'm no stronger than the Demon King.
If the brave men had come to me after gaining the strength to challenge the Demon King, I would have lost.
But a brave man, powerful enough to defeat the Demon King, wanted to avoid fighting me.
I regret not being able to protect the Demon King, but in terms of letting the brave renounce the battle, I was at a glance from demons and demons all over the world.
And today, the Demon King spoke to me.
Lord Shitley.
Master Citri said he wanted to join a few demon kings from my clan.
No one as strong as me yet, but since I was a kid, I've had all the elites I've worked out.
Confident, I decided to send them out. Surely, Master Citrie, and the Evil God can help.
Then Lord Citrie invited me to be an executive of the Demon King's Army.
I was happy.
Because you spoke to me once for failing to protect the Demon King.
But all of a sudden, he said, 'Yes, gladly!' That is that my pride, which defeated the brave man three times, did not allow it, and I humbled myself a little.
Then Lord Citrie said he would create the strongest Demon King's Army in history and prepare one of its executive seats for me.
I almost burst into tears.
I wanted to save my life for this one.
And the oath will be executed immediately.
I went outside to introduce Master Citrie to the young man inside, and there was him.
It was such a bucket of magic that I wondered why I hadn't noticed him approaching me before.
He said he slaughtered my clan.
The watchmen, the warriors, my sons.
All the signs of it had disappeared.
I guess what he says is true.
I was about to be attacked by hatred, but I caught Shitley at the edge of my sight and I was able to calm down.
From this bucket of stuff, we have to protect Master Citrie!!
I hit him.
Even after I defeated the brave three hundred years ago, I didn't lack training.
Maybe it was all to protect Master Citrie today.
The bucket easily took my full blow.
I started beating him up, I understood.
The fact that no matter how tough a family of orgasms have flesh, they can't even cut it all together without me, and this guy will kill them.
Not so long ago, he was a bummer.
His sword moves are like scum from me after a thousand years of drilling.
But the sword technique was stained with the feeling as if it had slaughtered more than 10,000 demons.
Sword moves to kill demons efficiently.
I want to know how the hell this guy, who looks like a kind of man who's not even an adult, got this sword move.
In addition to that sword move, the pitch-black bar he holds is broken.
This was the trouble.
My love knife, made by Orihalcon, was destroyed in just one piece by its broken bars.
The knife was acquired in return for an adventurer who used to attack me.
For hundreds of years, the love knife, which withstood my power without spilling a blade, was easily crushed and scattered.
But if I do my best to consolidate myself, I can give you more hardness than Orihalcon.
He rounds up the love knife, which is only patterned, and punches him with his fist.
The bucket kept preventing my fist, which crushed even the misthrill mass, with a broken bar of pitch black.
Occasionally he hit me with a broken bar, but that hurt so much. Maybe if it wasn't for me, I'd die in one shot.
Even though I was desperate to fight, Master Citrie had not yet tried to escape.
─ No, I couldn't get away.
Someone interfered with Shitley's transfer to the demonic realm.
The number of buckets increased to two.
I managed to create a gap and escape the buckets. I held Master Citrie forcefully, but it's an emergency, so I want you to forgive me.
There was something soft in my hand, but now, I don't want anything.
For the most part, the age may be higher for Master Citri, but from me, Master Citri feels like a grandson.
Grandpa, because I will definitely protect Citrie!
And quite far from their signs, I let Master Citrie go into the sky.
If you are the devil, Master Citrie, you can escape.
My decision was sweet.
Behind Master Shitley's back, another piece of shit appeared.
Lady Citrie, who had her wings slashed, had fallen, so she rushed to take it.
And now, me and Master Citrie are surrounded by five buckets of stuff.
I thought it was over.
There are five buckets with more power than me.
The buckets started a conversation surrounding me and Master Citrie.
At that time, I felt Master Citrie's magic swell.
Yes, Master Citrie hasn't shown her strength yet!
I stopped Master Citrie in a hurry.
If you are Master Citrie, if there are no more than two of these buckets, you should be able to defeat them and escape.
We should bear it now.
I will regret stopping Master Citrie at this time.
"Obnoxious. Were there any demons you couldn't tame?
The best of the buckets appeared.