Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

Two black shadows, me and the Demon King, headed for the earth dragon at a rate like a disease.

It was as if it were the wind of a plain loved by the wind spirits.

We succeeded in getting nostalgic before a giant dragon could impress us.

Me and the Demon King got off my horse at the same time and slapped my horse's ass.

The horse, missing the rider, returns straight to his own formation.

Confirming that they were getting smaller, me and the Demon King split into two hands.

Don't say anything, keep quiet.

Then the ground dragon's right leg was shaken off where we were until earlier.

There's a big hole in front of me.

Apparently, you've noticed our presence.

The Demon King shouts out loud.

"Ike, every creature has its weaknesses."

"Right."

I'll give it back the same way.

"It's the heart and the brain. Destroy one of them and you'll be dead."

That said, she nods silently.

I wonder if she's in charge of the heart, this one, at a distance.

That's what I thought. I headed straight for the head of the ground dragon.

The ground dragon's head is not high.

I didn't have to run up, but for that matter, it was hard to get close.

I didn't exhale fire like a fire dragon, I didn't exhale freezing breath like an ice dragon, but instead, I caught a small spin.

The dragon came at me at an unexpected rate.

The big mouth of the ground dragon looms in front of you.

It's uncountable fast. Inevitable.

I thought so. I dared to let the dragon eat me.

- However, they eat it and do it, but they don't intend to be chewed (squeaky) or digested.

Sticking a wand of circular snakes into the mouth of the earth dragon, he sent magic into it.

The wand of a circular snake expands to the size I want and forms like a grasping stick.

Now he can't eat me.

In the meantime, I unleash the magic of Fireball inside him.

Many.

His throat is burned by fire and his saliva evaporates.

The giant dragon emits a scream and expression of anguish, but still has no reason to get out of hand.

Release the magic without hesitation.

In the meantime, the Demon King didn't spend it for nothing either.

She is

"Well done."

And when he sent me the magic of "Tales of Reading," he was releasing the cardiac beating, contraindication magic of the rampage around him.

The Demon King screams.

"The rest of my right hand burns bright red! Defeat the dragon and scream!

Along with that dialogue, he was dyeing his right hand to a burning color.

When she shouts so, the flames that were clustered in her right hand shine and converge like sunlight.

The light, which became a glittering sword, pierced his heart relentlessly.

"Did you do it?

Me watching the sight with the magic of Farsightedness, but the Grounddragon, skewered in the heart by the Demon King, still didn't stop working.

I wave my feet down to the Demon King in anger.

Referring to it magnificently, the Demon King said sarcastically.

"In ancient times and now, the weakness of every organism is the heart, but the one with no heart in the chest. Or some creatures with multiple hearts."

I see.

I have indeed heard such stories.

There was such a demon clan in the Demon King's army, and it's this giant in the first place.

There are multiple hearts to circulate blood throughout the body, because it is convincing.

The Demon King says with a thoughtless look.

"This is the last of your front seats."

When she said that, she said this in response to the attack of the Grounddragon.

"The rest will take on this dragon's attack. In the meantime, destroy this guy's head."

When she said that, she drew the dragon to me, as the saying goes.

"It's unprecedented that Mizu the Demon King has fallen to pieces."

Avoid attacking with such laughter.

Every time she is attacked, every time she avoids it, her clothes flicker and wear dirt and dust.

Her beautiful hair dances to the universe.

I often want to appreciate it.

That was so poor combat behavior, but I immediately recall my duties.

"I am the Commander of the 8th Regiment of the Demon King's Army, the Scarf of the Demon King."

When I said that, I put magic in my hands.

At first I tried to attack with lightning system magic like Cesar Pent, but it would be ineffective with a big head in this guy's waste. Having decided that, I decided to choose the magic that seemed to work best in contraindication magic.

Demolition Magic (Flare), a magic that I used to bury Basteo, a rebel.

One of the contraindications is that its power comes with origami.

It is a mighty magic that buried Basteo, the superior species among the undead and leader of the Demonic Regiment. Just that body, to be exact.

Anyway, how much ground dragon is, if you eat this in your head, it's in your mouth, there's not a single clump. I did the math, but the math was right. My "Blasting Magic" (Flare) released from my throat into heaven.

At first I let it go to the horizontal giraffe, burned down my throat, but then I realized I couldn't penetrate my brain, and I line the magic that was radiating, imparting penetration,

My magic pierces his skull brilliantly and burns his brain down.

There is no creature in this world who can live with his brain destroyed.

I was so sure.

In fact, the ground dragon with his head destroyed lays down slowly as it is.

The ground dragon lay its giant and welcomed death.

Finally,

"Whoa, whoa."

And the ground dragon rang small. There were times in previous life when dragons with so many giants were walking wide. Did they, too, called dinosaurs, die in such a voice at the time of death?

I had never seen a dinosaur in my previous life, but such considerations came to mind.

Meanwhile, the Demon King also pitied the earth dragon, groaning like this with his merciful eyes. "If the pheasant doesn't ring, don't get hit."

"I also liked this dragon and wasn't attacking the village. Maybe I just had a village on my breeding route. That's pathetic."

- That's right.

I agree.

When I prayed softly and silently, I returned to the battalion without the Demon King.

There is no need to report a ground dragon crusade.

It was obvious from a distance that this giant was falling.

When I return to the 8th Corps, my men send me a voice of praise.

Lilith and others said their usual dialogue away as they hugged as usual.

"Exactly. Dear Ike."

When I hear that tall voice, I'm wrapped up in the feeling as if I'm back in the homeground.

When I breathed relief, I gave orders to the whole army.

"Now the King's Alliance won't be able to move either for a while. Once we get back to Ivaris, we get some rest. In the meantime, Lord Sephiro and Lord Lutrala and Lord Gunter will begin to build castles in the land of Azchi."

"Are we returning to the land of Azchi after the construction of the castle has begun?

One of my men asked, but I nod.

"Oh, I implanted fear in the enemy army in this one case, but still the enemy army will not be punished. You won't be dumb enough to keep your mouth shut when you start building castles with your eyes and nose."

"So, again by the end of the year, how big is it, huh?

Lilith has asked to confirm.

"There will be. Well, I can still rest for a while. No, let him rest."

The ideal army is an army that knows no fatigue, but such an army does not exist.

We would also be able to build such an army if it consisted exclusively of the undead, but our 8th legion was a mixed army of demons and humans.

I am exhausted by the streak of wars, the cruelty of the cruelty. Once around here, you should go back to your territory and rest your soldiers.

Tell him that and his men will loosen their cheeks without exception. Demons and humans alike.

However, it was a delightful suggestion at the troop leader, soldier level, but disapproved of the brigade leader class executives.

I advised Elf warrior Anemone to return to the woods, and Lilith and Sigan to return to Dbolberg, home of the Demon King's Army.

I exhort Alistair, a human being, to return to the king's capital, Rizas.

"If we start building Azchi Castle, we'll never know when we'll be able to go home again."

I told them so, but they shook their heads sideways for each reason.

Dragon Man Sigan says, "Lord Gunter stays, but I can't take a vacation alone"

Lilith of Sacubus said, "I don't like being pushed out by Satti while I'm gone."

Anemone the Elf: "I haven't seen and heard the world enough to miss the woods yet"

Giron said, "My family lives in Ivaris."

Alistair, head of the White Rose Knights, said, "You can always go home to Leesas."

They turned me down for that reason, but I still encouraged them to go home.

Half-force, or return them to their homeland in the form of an order.

Fighting in western Rosalia during or after the construction of Azchi is expected to be intense.

- It becomes an ominous prediction, but some executives may lose their lives in that battle.

That's what I thought.

I just don't say it in my mouth.

Did you draw my feelings?

First, Lilith, who seemed the most difficult,

"Do you go home once in a while and reassure your mother's face? I can't show you my grandson's face yet."

And, to say, the executives found a reason for each and returned to their homeland.

When I heard the words, I was relieved and dropped off their backs.