Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Hihihihihi, and Bomiras, king of the devil, uttered his voice as he mocked.

"Ignorance is horrible. Two thousand years ago, the demon clan, who had such a great mouth on this king of demons, did so. Well, if you have all that magic, you should be Tengu."

Bovo and Bomiras' whole body burns as if intimidating.

"But Uno is just a demon tribe with strong magic still. Too much agura on top of talent. The rest is different. It is Bomilus, king of magic, who will finally arrive after spending the next thousand years, two thousand years and a long time drilling. Know the power of a true demon clan that has reached the mystery of the Magic Guide after a long time."

From various magic formations, large and small, depicted on the flaming body of Bomilus (ehn.), a crimson sun emerges all the time.

"Stay back. Move around and you'll die."

I put anti-magic on Emilia and Laos, and I drew a magic formation.

"Take it, my Supreme."

The King of Magic's robe snaps.

Numerous large and small guns emerged from the flaming body were shot out in all directions without setting a target.

"I remember one of the fools, Bomilus. Forget it didn't work."

Shoot off the flame cannon directly and blacken the crimson flame cannon coming this way.

Still, the pitch-black sun did not stop, and went straight to Bomylus's body.

"One of the fools I remember is, no, Anosh"

Bomyrus' wrapped robe shines in darkness.

The blazing Fire Cannon (Geo Glades) was sucked in as if it were to be drunk in the dark when it landed there.

"" Dark Divergent Magic Path (Dedra Donedo) "

If a magic formation was drawn on Bomilus' right hand side, from there emerged a firecracker I unleashed and was shot at this way.

"Hmm. I see."

With the right hand of the black, slash and tear off the anti-magic fire.

"The robe is the other world itself."

Approaching the King of Magic, kicking the ground and avoiding the red sun being shot out indiscriminately.

"There's no magic left to pass after you've taken it seriously."

The right arm of the flame swings down in momentum.

As he welcomed the attack, he stuck out the fingertips of Root Death (Bebzud).

His hands turn dark at that moment when his pinky fingertips devour into the flaming palms.

My arm was swallowed up there.

"" Dark Divergent Magic Path (Dedra Donedo) "

Bomilus' left arm draws the magic formation.

It was my pitch-black fingertips that jumped out of there.

I twist my neck to avoid it and try to hold my fist all the time to make sure.

The fingers that emerged from the magic formation of the Dark Divergent Walk of Magic (Dedradned) made fists.

I mean, my fingers weren't manipulated themselves.

"Hmm. You've heard of it. A black coat."

That robe he wraps around, as I stared at it, is the other world itself.

Whether you attack it or not, everything is only drinkable in that black space.

In this way, I guess we can freely twist and bend through that black world, build a main road, and build an entrance and exit.

Straight through the black world, coming straight out of the magic formation he painted.

"There's nothing I can do to know. All attacks will not reach the rest of your body, but will slip through the black world."

Once again, Bomilus releases a crimson Fire Cannon.

I weakened it and I paint the magic formation with my right hand.

"It may be quite wide in the black world, but what about the entrance and exit?

Use the magic of.

Moment after moment, I made a shitty noise and the ceiling and walls were smashed.

"... Seriously... Kai..."

Laos squeals so unexpectedly.

What I have created and lifted with my right hand is a giant Demon King's Castle that can't fit inside this room.

"Oh, boy, you can't break a fortress."

When the Wizard King painted the magic formation, the indoors were consumed by the < Dimensional Jail (Azeissis) > and turned into vast spaces.

"Kuha, if you're worried about the fortress?

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"It's warm."

< Black World Coat > spreads wide and covers Demon King Castle.

I didn't just say darkness had no bottom, but I swallowed even that.

"It's a shallow wisdom that modern demons seem to think about. There is no limit to the magic of this Magic King."

Bomilus turns the magic formation of his right hand against me.

"" Dark Divergent Magic Path (Dedra Donedo) "

The tip of the giant Demon King's Castle appears from it forever.

Shortly afterwards, I held on to its tip with my pale left hand.

"Hihihi, you took it well. But that will be it. With his own attacks, the rest of the magic can't be prevented."

As proud as he was to have won, the Wizard King said, drawing a multiplicity of magic formations of great magnitude to date.

"It's a shame to kill you, kid. The demons who can fight the rest for so long, even 2,000 years ago, are. If you swear allegiance to Bomilus, king of the devil, you can keep him alive."

"You don't seem to understand the situation, Bomilus. You're the one who's cornered."

When the ghoulish magic broke out, the Demon King's Castle expanded even further.

"........................................!?

"What's up? If we don't zoom in, we're gonna hit the exit."

Bomillas doubles the magic formation of the Dark Divergent Walk of Magic (Dedradned), but Ghun and the Castle of the Demon King swelled up and tripled in size.

"Is that the limit? Apparently, the exit is narrower than the entrance."

Let go of < Mori Luo Wan Palm (I Gneath) >, but the Demon King Castle does not come out of the magic formation of < Dark Divergent Devil's Path (Dedradned) >. It's too big for me to grab it in the black world, and I can't get it out any further.

But there's no cap on my Demon King's Castle.

Bashun's magic broke out and the magic formation of the Dark Divergent Walk (Dedradned) was destroyed.

The exit failed to withstand the ever-growing Castle of the Demon King and collapsed.

The tip of Demon King's Castle disappeared from the spot.

I guess I'm back inside the black world.

"Well, now there's one entrance. Let's see how far this spreads."

The vast darkness, the Black World Coat, contains more than half of the giant Demon King's Castle I'm creating from my right hand side.

further expand it.

As soon as the castle swelled up, the Black World Coat spread further and attacked me to envelop my body.

If you kicked the ground and jumped away, the darkness swallowed up the Demon King's Castle.

"It was a pretty good sen, but I'm sorry. Whoever came to the same thought as Uno did two thousand years ago. Indeed, the inexhaustible breadth of the black coat is the weakness of its entrance and exit. As we thought, if we try to widen the entrance beyond the tolerances, it will break."

"Well, I looked up to reveal my weaknesses."

Hihihihihi, and Bomiras laughs as he sprinkles the firepowder.

"A peek into the abyss will make it easy to know. Weaknesses and traits depend on how you use magic. There's no way I'm going to let you do it in silence."

"Right. But unfortunately, I'm not aiming for weaknesses."

I'll put up three fingers.

Bomilus looks puzzled, gazing.

"What, what's that? If you're begging me to wait three seconds, well, don't even think about it."

"Triple. Every second you swallow into the black world, the Castle of the Demon King triples."

You imagined that, the look on Bomilus's face became nil.

"Well, how big is Demon King Castle now?

"I was wondering what to say. Three times a second? Are you saying that in the dozens of seconds of things, you will be a demon king castle far greater than this world? Hatter like that works..."

At the same time as the words, Bomillas wrapped around < coat of the black world > was torn apart by scattering.

"... what...?

Fluffy, fluffy, falling on the fabric floor of the coat.

It had lost its original alien power at the earliest.

He stumbles into a flashing gap and sticks his fingertips out at the body where he loses his protection.

"... mugg..."

"Apparently, my Castle of the Demon King could not enter the Black World."

As he was pierced through the flaming body, he barely avoided the steep point of the roots.

That's how I rose to the universe to take a distance.

"If you can't answer my question, can you promise me you won't destroy it?

Hihihihihi, and the king of the devil mocked.

"What are you proud of? Look around you."

There are a number of crimson suns floating in the room of the Dimensional Jail (Azeissis), where I swung the Demon King's Castle and wore it out. The first time he fired it off was Geo Glades.

"Read second-hand, three-handed. This was the battle 2,000 years ago."

A flame runs from the red sun, and several are connected by lines.

It builds a 3D magic formation that burns on this occasion.

Heat rays irradiated by a number of small and large incarcerated firecrackers (Geo Glades) were exposed to the body of Bomilus.

Its flaming body burned more violently, turning it into a brilliant and radiant sun itself.

"Horrible, young demon tribe. Do you have any words? But you'll see what you can think of. The Prison Flame Cannon (Geo Glades) is the finest magic of the Flame Class. You don't know the magic that goes on top of it. It's self-evident, considering why it hasn't been communicated before."

Bomilus spreads his arms wide as he sprinkles the firepowder.

"It's an honor. All the rest of them who showed this magic perished. As one of them, I was chosen!!

He made a noise and Bomiras turned into a sphere, turning himself into exactly < jailfire extinction cannon (Geo Glades) >.

Bomilus, who emitted enough solar flames to distort the space loosely, fell on me.

"Know the Divine Spirit of the Magic Guide. Coke Death Burning Fire (Aviastan Giara)"

I draw a hundred magic lines and shoot them.

The pitch-black sun headed for Bomilus was burned down by its flaming body, which turned into a burning fire and vanished into a void.

"Hihihihihi, you're trembling and your aim is off, Anosh Porticolo"

I stabbed Bomylus in the right arm against Bomylus, who came straight in.

The red glowing flames clutter, scorching the black fingertips.

The magic of Root Death is burning.

"It's no use. The rest is invincible. You can't fight any magic."

"Hmm. So how about this?

The pitch-black sun that shot off drew the magic formation, and the hotline gathers in my right hand.

"Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi! That's a brilliant way to build a surgical ceremony, but you looked at the abyss better. The magic that can be used because it is this flaming body. You can't control flames in a living body."

"You're the one who needs a better peek into the abyss."

Magic all the way to your fingertips, the pitch-black sun dwells in your right hand.

"" Coke Death Burning Fire (Aviastan Giara) "

Bomyrus' flaming body began to burn black, along with a shitty flame of gooooooooooooooo.

"Nah.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The right arm, which condenses the power of, determines the burning sphere of Bomylus.

In a brilliant, pitch-black flame, his body burns.

"... Bullshit, stupid...! Why < Scorch Death Burning Fire Burning (Aviastan Giara) >... Burning... Stupid, Burning... Why Why... Stronger than the rest of the magic... Take it!? Stupid, stupid...... there's got to be something like this, but it's got to be like this AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Blackened by the burning fire (Aviastan Giara), the body of Bomyrus' flames turns into a gleaming ash.

"How could that be, that's for Bomilus, king of magic. Above seems true."

If I pulled him out of his arm, Bomilus' flaming body would return to the human form, kneeling down hard.

Dropping his head, he said.

"… yes… no… why… why… why with a living body………"

It was an inexplicable wind.

"What, until I improved a little on the flaws that were in the surgery. The condition that it cannot be used if it is made into a flaming body disappeared and became more powerful. On the other hand, it became the magic of origin."

The crimson glow that Bomilus' body was wrapped around disappears.

His Burning Fire (Aviastan Giara) was burned to the ground by this black-fired hand.

"... modification... good... so...? The rest, after repeated reincarnations and thousands of years, the mystery of the magic guide that arrived... what do you see now...?

"There is now this magical age on top of what the demons have piled up more than in ancient times. At the end of the many deaths and many drills built by our ancestors, we will reach even deeper abyss."

Still, the inflammation does not stop, and Bomilus burns at every root of it.

The fire does not go out.

Until you burn down that subject.

"That's the way the modern Demon Nation, Demon King College, walks"