Maou no Hajimekata

"Camacell's rationality has disappeared...?

The power angel Andgel felt his peer's power disappear and squealed so. The Demon King's Labyrinth seems more dangerous than I thought. A number of powerful angels have already lost their lives in the labyrinth, and even the angels of power are scattered now.

That said, Kamacel has something a little arrogant and shallow, and maybe he was poked there. Andgel carefully descended the vertical hole with his men.

That hole he found apparently leads deeper than any other entrance. Occasionally, warcraft flying through the sky have been attacked, but they are not a great enemy to the angels who can freely dance through the air. They reach the second basement layer, slashing away easily.

Camassel foolishly went down from the first tier, but Andgel flew round there. A guard for man who cannot fly is not enough for an angel to fear either. Keep going to the deepest part at once, and I'll take the Demon King.

I saw a red light in Andgel's sight.

"Joe, Jonathan, Joana, Jonas, Justin, Joseph, Jody, Joshua, Joan, Jotaro, Job, Judas, Juanita, Joske, Julian, Jocelyn, Junius, Juliet, Jorno, Jordy, Jolene, Joel, Joni, John, Gyro, Jorion, Justas!

Somewhere, a young daughter's voice sounded.

"All units, fire!

Bottom of deep deep vertical hole, inside horizontal hole. A myriad of warcraft lined up there and flamed behind his throat.

That was the last sight Andgel saw in the lower realm.

An endlessly dark world with no lights anywhere. That was everything he knew. Darkness is not uniform, but increases its intensity so far away from him. He was aware that the obsession of darkness some way ahead was the end of a world that could not go any further.

The world is square and square, and it's not as wide as a candle with no problems moving around. In such a world, he existed as a dark, pitch-black mass even in darkness. Inside the world, there are two medium darknesses that can be moved as his hands and feet and the great darkness that led to it. And myself. That's all.

Occasionally, intruders appeared from outside the world. The intruder glowed all that difference in strength, scattering the warmth that was intolerable to him. He manipulated the darkness that became his hands and feet, hitting the light, or slaughtering it with his sword.

By the light of the intruder, I learned that medium darkness was a horse without a neck, and large darkness was the carriage it drew, but it did not bring any emotion to him. He just fights to protect this little world. He is Durahan. My first name was Alan.

And that day, a light of unprecedented quantity and quality entered his world now.

"O unclean things, vanish before the light!

So he raised his voice, and the angels came upon him, but Durahan would never understand the word. Just fight as your inner impulse commands.

The horse without his neck is gone, he shakes his legs up and runs. The carriage, which ran at a tremendous speed, instantly jumped the Negative Angels and tore them apart on their wheels.

"Up, take the top!

Durahan's room is about twice as tall as a carriage. The angels took over the carriage with their wings and set up spears and bows.

"Dear deceased, to dust......!?

In front of a force angel with a bow, the carriage scratched out. And behind it the gallery and the sound rings. His expression in retrospect distorts him in despair and amazement.

"Stupid......!

The force angel was bounced off by a carriage running through the ceiling and vanished into the void. Durahan is a spiritual spirit with no entity whatsoever, from his carriage to his horse. There was no other way up or down that running path, and I was able to run around freely, whether it was the wall or the ceiling.

"Koitz......!

Distancing himself from the carriage, Durahan releases his reins to the angel who lays his bow, and puts his hands together. From its palms came a lightning bolt, which instantly scorched the angel black.

"We'll even use magic!

The angels panicked and fled. If you get close, you'll be pulled by a carriage, and if you get a distance, Durahan's magic. The angels, who were supposed to be good at the devil spirits, had no hands or feet.

"Calm down! If you look closely, the movement is simple, surround it as you take your distance!

There, one of the angels raised his voice. He is the Lord's Angel (Dominions) … Medium First Squad, one of the highest angels ever sent to this battle.

The movement of the angels of power and power in the word of the Lord regained glory and surrounded Durahan as he remained inseparable. Durahan moving with resentment is fast but simple. Drive a carriage towards the nearest enemy and drop this by magic if you have something to aim for in the distance.

The motion was patterned, something that could be adequately dealt with as long as the speed did not confuse me and I observed it carefully. But by the time the Lord's angel realized it, four power angels and several times more powerful angels were sacrificed.

"Eat this!

The Lord angel flies chains knitted with reason. It entangled Durahan's carriage and wrapped it around the wheel. The other angels fly chains one after the other to the slow-moving carriage. Restricted by many chains, the horse with no neck and its carriage finally stopped moving.

"Now! Guys, him!

The angels will kill the carriage that stopped them. Some of them will be killed by Durahan, but I still wish I could take this mighty enemy. It's a decisive assault by the Lord's Angel who decided so.

But the readiness for that final death was never rewarded. As just a blow, neither the spear nor the sword reached Durahan and was stopped by an invisible wall. An arrow made of ice pierces the chest of the angels who attacked it and disappears into the void. At the same time, chains entangled the carriage with a clear metal sound were broken.

Soon three adventurers boarded Durahan's carriage and protected him.

"Do you... disturb me by knowing that you are our angels!?

Acknowledging the monks and thoughts in it, the Lord's Angel cried out.

"The only thing I believe in is Lord Oul's penis."

To the words, the White Art monk...... Charles replied with a grin. As usual, my buddies Wikia and Naja are a little overwhelmed by the response.

"And..."

But her grin slowly disappears, turning her sharp gaze toward the Lord Angel.

"Even if we end up like this with each other... because Mr. Alan is still an important companion"

To the words, Wikia opened her eyes.

"Shall you..."

Charles didn't have his memories altered like Najah, he didn't have everything mastered like Wikia. It's just that the values were turned back, that's all. The most important thing until bored is Oulu and the pleasure he gives.

But that's not why my people don't care anymore. Even if that appearance is going to change.

Durahan, for the first time in his life, tasted what he called confusion. Appeared around him, three lights. It was still warm and eye-catching, something he hated. … but the wonder and its warmth were not unpleasant… gave him something, an inexplicable feeling.

"Then let us perish together!

The Lord's angel cries out and gives the decree to the slightly surviving angels. Surely Durahan is a formidable enemy. Plus, the three newly-emerged daughters are quite usable.

But still, the Lord Angel was convinced that this one was better in number and quality. You should be able to win if you're not as surprised as you were earlier.

Under the command of the Lord's angels, the angels were struck by Durahan and his men in an undisturbed motion. Power angels with spears hold their opponents' movements from mid-range, and powerful angels with bows shoot arrows one after another.

I've already read the carriage's behavior pattern. It is that monk who is at the core of the enemy, as can be seen from the earlier attacks. If you kill her and break down the defense, all you have to do is kill her in turn. And they don't have enough power to prevent all the angels from attacking by themselves, or to wipe this one out before they can.

That reading of the Lord's Angel was generally correct.

Just one point. Except that I read the wagon's behavior pattern.

"Stupid......!?

Durahan took the reins and manipulated the carriage vertically and horizontally. Swirl the eartip of the spear and receive an arrow with the body of its carriage to prevent it. Schal precisely magically prevented stray bullets that could not be prevented by carriages.

"Give it back."

To the angels who have finished shooting the arrows, Wikia flies the ice arrows. The halves of the powerful angels, who managed to neutralize it and evade it, slipped diagonally and fell and disappeared.

"Nah......!?

Behind the flying ice arrow, Naja, the swordsman, was lurking. As she kicked into the angel in the air and jumped, she fell to the ground with the necks of several angels poked and upset by surprise.

The carriage rushes through and picks up her body falling at the perfect time. Several angels who tried to penetrate that gap are stopped by the ice wall and taken spears. And it conveyed the surface of its wall, and Durahan's unleashed electric shock burned the angels.

"Something like this... Impossible..."

Angels, who are supposed to be far better at strength, are hit without the art of becoming. It was an unlikely and unbelievable sight in itself, but what was more puzzling was that the immortal Mad Warrior was fighting with the living and cooperating exquisitely.

"On the verge of becoming... this self will perish, it will perish!

The Lord angel took out the tin and shouted. This tin is the main marrow of the power of the Lord Angel. It is the tin of Wang Wei who knows the glory of God and shows power. If you use something like this in the back of this labyrinth, full of magic and full of spirits, the angel himself is not just sorry. Still, the Lord's Angel chose to throw away stones himself in order to clear the way.

"Eat...!

At the tip of the tin, an enormous amount of heat is generated. It's a blow to the middle-first squad, the fourth largest angel in the ranks. Its power even doubles to the manipulative flames of the lower demon Logan.

Seeing that, Charles changed his complexion. I can't prevent that attack...... not anywhere. The blow unleashed by the Lord's Angel risking his life had enough heat to put them together and wipe them out.

At that time, Durahan ran the reins by hand as he shook the three off the carriage. A bunch of intense flashes pierce him, shattering the carriage made of darkness into fine wood dust. The horse with no neck instantly evaporated, turning him in two with every sword erected by Durahan.

But to the daughters who sheltered behind it, I will not inflict a single scratch. He saw it with his neck away from his torso, and Durahan distorted his mouth in his helmet. The flames of darkness burned his body, leaving only a pure will to burn it down. All that remained was overwhelming despair and hatred.

And behind it, where prayer, hope, carnal desire, jealousy and everything burned out, only slightly...... but there was certainly a lack of pale and radiant thoughts and existed.

Now, good to protect you.

"... I'm sorry"

His words, the dead, do not reach the living.

But still, he left it so good, and then he left his pitch-black helmet and disappeared.

On that chest, with a hint of satisfaction.

"Mindless......"

The Lord's angel exhausts his power, falls into the earth with a sledge, and disappears. First he annihilated his enemies, and Wikia breathed relief.

"That's outrageous for now.... Durahan will naturally resurrect after a while. Until then, you will not be able to defend yourself, but to defend yourself in moderation."

"... right"

Naja's voice, answering, was strangely trembling. As Wikia turned her gaze, she asked Wikia with a strange look.

"Hey Wikia... I wonder why. I can't stop crying because I'm sad..."

"... right"

Wikia and Charles softly embraced and prayed the body of their best friend.

If I may… may peace come upon him only slightly.