Makai Hongi

I just told him the shitty information, and Seitley left.

Probably still gathering information somewhere in the castle.

"... but there's still a lot of fighting around my country."

Wouldn't there be a plague god somewhere?

The problem is that the Little Demon King Kyoka has gone up the stairs to the Demon King quite a bit.

Khouka, who defeated Little Demon King Farrah, should have planned to destroy Little Demon King Leninos and become Demon King.

But just around the same time Leninos was killed and the road closed.

I wish I could destroy those who broke Leninos further, but I don't have any information on them.

Naturally.

Reinforcements from Tralzard the Demon King lie low. I don't think I even have a name out there.

All Kyoka knows is that his opponent is stronger than Leninos.

Keuka wouldn't have destroyed Farrah unharmed, so be vigilant and natural.

You were right to give priority to healing wounds.

Now that we have precious time, if you think our country is ready... you think you've been involved in the battle of the Little Demon Kingdoms?

Rather than that, what kind of punitive game is it that is being attacked jointly by the four countries?

Probably conveyed information that Leninos was destroyed.

To defeat Kyoka, we need to dominate the small demonic kingdoms of the south.

Can we do this? Then we'll do it first!

Maybe that's what you're thinking.

Not at all, the demonic world is hysterical everywhere.

Five days have passed since Seitley left me.

I'm still in the tower.

I have nothing to do, so I work out voluntarily, but is it fruitful or not?

For once, he spends time trying to acquire moves that absorb enemy magic, spinning magic around his body, and trying to see if magic is available.

"... Hey, what's up? Here."

If it was dusk on the top floor of the tower, Jorba came.

Yoruba of the Sand Armor clan seems to be a favorite, and he cares about me.

"I wonder when you'll get out of here."

How many times will I tell Jorba that?

"I'll have to ask His Majesty that. There's nothing we can do."

All those who reside here are of the upper race. Still, there's nothing I can do.

All Yoruba are strong because they are strictly guarding the tower.

The intruder strikes me by mistake, so it's my job to get it back.

I helped once, too.

That was quite fun.

"You're too worried. What do you say we join hands?

Recently, when I taught Yoruba how to form a team, he often asked me out.

A joiner stands a certain distance from each other and meets only with his upper body without moving his legs.

Naturally I am skilled in armaments, but it is not easy to defeat Yoruba, who is protected by natural armor.

It will also be my workout.

"Right. I'll leave you with plenty of chickens."

"Don't think you can do it like before."

The strength of the combiner is that it can be done on the spot.

We don't need a big place.

While I was rewarding Yoruba for my moves, I was rebelling against what Seitley had told me the other day.

I came all the way out here alone to talk about my country.

I stepped on the back because I meant Seitley, so I decided to listen carefully.

(What was the intent you told me at that time?

This is what I've always wondered.

I can also think of simply kindness. But if you didn't.

(There must be some way...)

You think I'm gonna get out of here because I can't stand it?

Tralzard turns to the chaser as a delight?

But now that I'm serious, there's no one who can take me down.

Fighting will do great damage to your surroundings, and you can think of losing your good men.

Besides, I don't even know if I'm getting out. Preparing for that is a bad idea.

(So what the hell is it all about?

Are you in a hurry and waiting for me to make a move?

He is a warrior under the command of the Demon King Tralzard, so he should be thinking of a form that is in keeping with the will of the Demon King, but also in the national interest.

"Um, I don't know."

"Damn. Surrender."

I noticed when they said it. I was in the middle of working with Yoruba right now.

When I saw it, Yoruba's face was swollen.

"Is that it? Is it over?

"Done? I don't think so. You bastard! You bastard!

"Uh, I don't remember"

Because I've been thinking.

"Seriously... even though I worked really hard..."

Yoruba walked out of the room with Yoru, looking garnished. I guess I went to chill my face.

I did something wrong. I'll apologize later.

Perhaps Seitley approached me with some intent.

I guess Seitley knows and I still have information I don't.

"If the fragments (pieces) have to be aligned, will the painting not be completed"

How should I move then?

Then two days later.

From the soldiers who brought the meshi, Yoruba asked for information outside.

The perimeter of the tower is protected by high walls, and some are watching.

Though the meal carriers have rotations, they are all familiar with each other, and Yoruba often chats with soldiers.

"Apparently, 'Pile of Sacred Qi' was found around town."

"Pile of Sacred Chi? Oh, that one."

The one where the heavens punch in to get information about the demonic world.

Piles punched into the demonic realm turn into salt in about a few to five days.

In the meantime, we are delivering information about the demonic realm to Heaven.

The first is the surrounding geography. Deliver whether that's the sea, the river, the forest or the sand.

Next, the concentration of magic vegetables. Are there or are there no demonic residents around? Isn't it the air zone?

And unconfirmed, he said, the pile of holy chi also has the power to look for those with certain magic vegetables.

Those who possess mighty magic vegetables or have certain magic vegetables.

It is also said that if it is rough, even the species can be known.

These are all information from the corrupt.

The inhabitants of the heavenly realm can obtain general demonic information by means of piles of holy chi.

That struck me in.

Just send one pile here, sounds pretty tough.

I mean, the heavens are seriously going to come.

"Don't get busy."

Absolutely something happens. I was so sure.