Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

Demon King Castle, Dbolberg has a place called the Duel Hall.

Until a long time ago, they made the captives fight the beasts there, and the demons who became sinners fight each other.

Among the demons, the privileged ones enjoyed seeing the brutal sight.

Demonic, speaking of demonic, but similar things had been done everywhere, beginning with ancient Rome in previous life.

Apparently, the more intelligent an organism is, the more he likes blood.

But even during that duel, it has not been used for such purposes since becoming the demon king of today's generation.

The point is, this dueling hall hasn't sucked 'blood' in a while.

However, for the first time tonight, there should be blood in this dueling hall.

If the duel that will take place now is over, at least,

Commander of the 7th Legion Corps, Sephiro the Witch of Black Harm, or

3rd Legion Commander, the bloody Duke Basteo without a neck is going to be executed.

I'd just like to win and sell Cephiro a favor if possible......

At the time, Sephiro was sitting in a VIP seat, or yawning, next to the Demon King.

You're treading that I'll definitely win,

Or is it even possible to calculate escape when you lose?

It's hard to tell.

Because a witch named Sephiro is an inedible person.

- You say your life is on the line, but there won't be that stretch.

I'm scared, but I'm the one fighting for the time being.

Not if you care about Sephiro or the Demon King's eyes.

Watch Basteo, the opponent for now.

He has no neck, as the alias suggests.

Because Durahan is an immortal knight without a neck.

I have a neck, to be exact, but I hold it by my side.

When I try to keep an eye on him, my gaze goes down.

But I've been in the Demon King's Army for years, but I still don't like immortal Demons.

If they're hostile to me, there's no reason for them to be fond of me.

Basteo's neck stares at me.

"Kid! You've been working cleverly in the 7th Corps lately, a kid named Lyke."

It's Ike, not Lyke.

It's troublesome to correct it, but should I answer it?

Suppose the opponent is the Legion Leader of the Third Legion. It should be treated as an eye-catcher.

"It's 'Ike'. Lord Basteo."

"Right, Ike? The 7th Corps is something I didn't see in my eyes. Let's be careful in the future."

I laugh with my nose when I say that.

I'm not angry because I'm an adult, but ironically, should I give it back?

"No, Lord Basteo. You don't have to remember a name like mine."

"Well, that's humble. You mean you're only polite?"

"Yes. For once, my grandfather is teasing me. Besides, you won't have to remember my name."

When I stop talking there, I put it between me and the state, and I'll tell you.

"Anyway, you're gonna lose here and leave miserably. It would be pointless to remember my name now."

………………

Basteo's face when he heard the irony was a masterpiece.

My face stains bright red.

How is the blood circulating when the torso and neck are said to be separated?

Does my head have a heart as well?

I know strange forces work for the immortals, but let's not worry about that area.

I don't have a chance to see this guy anymore anyway.

I was gonna beat this guy to pieces by the time he was done, and I was gonna make this guy a loser.

"Shall we begin, Lord Basteo?"

That's what I said, but I don't ask for a handshake.

I wouldn't feel that way over there either.

Anyway, me and Basteo waited silently for the duel to begin.

The rules of the duel were as explained previously.

Command a magical creature made of mud prepared by the Demon King, the Puppet Soldier (Kutsuhei), and compete for superiority and inferiority as a Commander.

The puppet soldiers' abilities are altogether together, that is, their pure ability as commanders is tested.

Manipulate and fight 50 puppet soldiers against each other.

In other words, victory and defeat have already been decided before the struggle, perhaps.

The Basteo guy seems to have given the most orthodox form to the formation of 50 puppet soldiers.

Ranged attack by 20 archers,

while protecting it with 20 heavily armed spear soldiers.

The remaining 10 will position swordmen and prepare for assault.

Exactly the same plan I first thought about.

As far as its organization goes, Basteo doesn't seem incompetent.

Is the boulder like the Commander of the Demon King's Army?

It doesn't have to be funny.

"It's not funny when you're just hunting groceries."

I leak invincibly.

Basteo's guy, on the other hand, was also leaking an invincible grin.

I guess I'm too confident.

What is the basis for that confidence?

Focus on Basteo's gaze.

"... I see"

I see the source of his confidence.

Apparently all his soldiers are hardened with Damascus steel gear.

Its spears, swords, even shields and armor are made of Damascus steel.

Damascus steel is the best metal mined in this western country of the other world.

Magical strength drops over misrills and orihalcons, but for that matter, it's versatile.

It may be called the best weapon to let the average soldier have it.

But well, the third legion seems to have luxurious funds......

I accidentally look up to Sephiro in the guest room.

I wish you'd at least give me that much gear.

"Oh man..."

and inadvertently leaks stupidity, but it doesn't start when you say stupidity.

The funds of our Immortal Brigade are not luxurious.

Our regiment leader likes to experiment with mad scientists.

A considerable amount of military funding provided by the Demon King must be flowing into her nostalgia.

I'd like you to turn that part of my brigade around a little bit...

"For that matter, let me win with wisdom and cheat."

Yes, leaking pompous, I heard the signal for the start of the duel.

A loud bell sounds a wooden spirit in the dueling hall.

At the same time, I gave orders to the puppet soldiers.

Here's how I organize my puppet soldiers.

Place 30 spear soldiers with super large kite shields.

While preventing enemy attacks with that puppet soldier, attack the enemy with 5 guns.

Regardless, I'm not letting the remaining 20 play.

I have a proper role to play.

Five puppet soldiers first unleash their guns.

The puppet soldier, who then fired the gun off, falls back.

I'll let those soldiers have the firecrackers, of course.

Naturally, let it go.

The rest of the soldiers will, in the meantime, provide support for the ammunition and powder pockets of the soldiers who fired the guns earlier.

This way, we can operate effectively with just 10 guns.

Only 10 guns can double or triple.

I give my gaze to whoever developed this operating law.

She was known as Nobunaga Oda in her previous life.

Now, what will she think when she sees this operational law?

Will you give me a full score?

Or is it the point?

In fact, this method of warfare is the one she used in a guy called The Battle of Nagashino.

He is commonly referred to as the "three-stage shooting".

No, because I'm spinning it with two guns, 'bunk shot'?

unfinished methods of warfare in this sense, but were nevertheless effective enough.

If we had a sufficient number of artillery squads, would it evaporate quickly as to what great army it might be?

Not so much. A guy named Sparrow Gun is powerful.

I get the image that it's really old when I hear about a firewire gun, but in the end, guns are just a barrel that fires' bullets'.

A guy named a firerope gun is a large caliber, so a larger bullet can be fired.

That power outweighs even the current small guns, he said.

If they let you bathe in something like that, the boulder Damascus steel shield won't do any good either.

Paper pieces,... is that too much?

However, the bragging equipment is easily pierced and the puppet soldiers fall apart one after the other.

will, will, and will collapse on the spot.

It was the bloody neckless Duke Basteo who blued his face when he saw it.

Until earlier, you were bright red and mad, and now you're turning your face bright blue.

"Then, silly, oh, my proud puppet soldiers..."

It would be that expensive set of equipment that I'm proud of.

That's what I wanted to say, but before that, Basteo shouted up.

"What's that cylindrical thing!? Is that a magic wand!?

I don't have the right to answer, but shall I respond?

"This is a fire rope gun."

"Hinawajoo!?

You wouldn't understand if I explained it.

"Well, you can interpret it as a magic cylinder"

This guy is going to die.

There would be no need for a detailed explanation or anything like that.

Later, I'm a grown man, will you come up from yourself to the headstand, or will you be hanged?

- No, unfortunately, can't you do that?

Whatever, this is the Duke without the Immortal's neck.

Neither can the neck be rounded up nor cut off.

There are several ways to execute immortal things, but now, which way will Basteo be executed?

I thought about it, but the idea never got caught up.

Because the Demon King, who was in the VIP table, rose.

Me and Basteo turn to the Demon King and we kneel at about the same time.

She praised me for looking down at this one.

"Immortal Brigade Leader Ike, it was brilliant"

I'm afraid I'll keep it in my compliments, and I'll bow my head.

Next, the Demon King looks down on Basteo.

Its gaze is limitless cold.

"- Now, I don't have any words to say to the loser, but I also owe you for serving me for many years. Basteo, let's prepare two paths."

One, and she pierces one finger.

"A path of cleanliness, self-harm, and death of honor here"

When she says so, she gives a sachet out of her own pocket and throws it away in front of Basteo.

Looks like that sachet is packed with "Yurikalis poison".

It would be the mercy of the Demon King to drink it and die easy.

Basteo just stares at the sachet and doesn't make it slight.

Apparently you're not willing to harm yourself.

The Demon King presents a second path.

"Two, now, on this occasion, the path to be extinguished by the magic of prison flames (Prominence) of Yu (I) -"

When she says so, she wraps a blue-white flame around her palm.

It's magic used by demon kings.

The power would be of different digits.

How many Legion Leader class prowess and can't stand it.

Basteo is sweating cold.

But he and the captain of the army of demon kings, he said this with arrogance when he pulled the sabel out of his waist.

"... Your Majesty, I will take the third path."

The demon king who heard the words,

"Hmm..."

and raised an interesting voice.

Looking down at Basteo's entire body, this is how it goes on.

"In other words, defy Yu and take the Demon King's throne with strength."

Basteo puts his head to piety.

"It's my pleasure. Unfortunately, you are not the Demon Clan who will command the Demon King's Army, and this Basteo deserves it."

"On what grounds?

The Demon King answers briefly.

"Did you know that the ways of the contemporary Demon King are hand-warming, and that the demons slap their pussies?

"I know."

"I'm afraid I have the same opinion. If Lord Dylocten remains at the helm of the Demon King's Army, it is imperative that both humans lose sooner or later. I don't see such a future."

- I see. I know exactly what you're thinking.

The Demon King takes a breath there.

And of course I said it.

"... but apparently you don't have to choose the third path"

When she says so, she releases the flame that was wrapping around her palm.

I didn't even feel the need to finish it myself.

Basteo looked unexpected, but soon he seemed to notice the Demon King's intentions.

Turning toward me, he stares at me like a lick all over my body.

"... well, I mean, not the Demon King, but this young man will deal with me,"

You're right. And remember your name.

I won't say it, but I gave the wand of the Circular Snake (Uroboros) magic.

The wand of a circular snake glows pale.

This is a duel.

He's not like a magician, but he should cross swords and swords to compete.

That's courtesy to the Legion Leader.

At the same time as I ended my magic grant, Basteo was slashed.

It used to be very similar to the sword moves of the Lords that he defeated during the Arsenum attack.

Do you sometimes mean the same knight?

The Demon Clan named Durahan has a legacy of an undead whose knight, in his lifetime, committed an evil deed, resurrected as a demon clan.

Maybe this guy was a well-known knight in his life, too.

With that in mind, I took Basteo's sword strike with a cane.

Katin, and a big spark scatters.

A wave of blue and white magic waves abounds.

Again, when you're about the Legion Leader, you seem to have a fine sword that has been granted magic beforehand.

I just still can't break this circular snake wand.

This wand was once handed down to me by my grandfather, the most powerful magician in the Demon King's Army.

Plus, with my magic now, I'm confident I can get rid of any famous knife.

In fact, I'm gonna kick back Basteo's sabel.

Having seen the sight, Basteo looks stunned.

"Hey, what!?

I guess I was extra confident in that sabel and sword moves.

Regardless of magic, there is no way you can lose with sword moves.

I guess that's what you assumed, but the most powerful sorcerer in the Demon King's Army didn't seem to know that he was also one of the best swordsmen in the Demon King's Army.

I am turning to the offensive after removing Basteo's sword strike.

The wand of a circular snake is freely manipulated vertically and horizontally into slaughter.

The basteo seems to be full of hands because it is carried by a proud sword.

Now, both my ability as a commander and my personal martial arts are losing, the next course of action that I realized the man should take was decided.

It is a 'cheat'.

Basteo started casting something like a spell from the mouth he had on his side.

Then the bricks laid during the duel burst and burst.

What emerged from it were massive numbers of zombie soldiers.

- Oh, boy.

Leaks exhalation.

This type of human behavior is really easy to understand.

I decided to give you one last piece of advice.

"Basteo, do you know why you lost?

Basteo's mouth is distorted.

"This I lose? What are you talking about? You're the one who's overwhelmed, aren't you? These guys are not just zombie soldiers. It's a collection of the best in our legion."

They seem to be the ones who brought back famous warriors and sorcerers by necromancy.

They say they killed him straight away and turned him into a zombie soldier.

And, Basteo said proudly, how can a guy named Undead be so cruel?

Even my grandfather's claw dirt was enough to make him drink it, but he wouldn't have to.

I'll never see this guy again.

I don't need to give him any advice, but I told him at the end of the day.

"- The reason you lost is because you imitated so clever thinking about losing from the start."

I did have a powerful weapon called a gun. However, I didn't rely on the weapon, I paid close attention to operational law.

Basteo simply prepared expensive armaments and showed no creativity in their operating methods.

Never was the only difference in weapons the decision to win or lose.

"In the end, those who didn't give up thinking until the end won."

Leaking it out of my mouth, I start chanting spells.

The most powerful magic I'm getting.

Blast Magic (Flare)

Contract the magic accumulated in your body into your palm.

It is one of the curseless magic that only the most high-ranking among magicians can use.

Its power is faint.

The mass of magic released from my palm emits a blurry light and swallows Basteo and Zombie soldiers.

They would have vanished from this world before they thought it was painful, no, they would have been able to form a Buddha.

Thus my duel with Basteo closed the curtain.