Maou no Hajimekata

"Whoa, whoa!!

"Whoa whoa!!

The same but different roars of sound echo, fists and fists clash. The impact transmitted through the sky, smudging and distorting the surrounding walls and ceilings, and running spherical cracks.

Red and white. The man with the opposite same face moves at a rate far beyond what is known and wields its auspicious arms. Each time the wind swirled around and scattered destruction.

Mutual strength, speed, and physical fitness are almost reciprocal. Logan and Zytreed were avoiding lethal injuries to each other and fighting endlessly, wielding so much power that they could instantly shatter people with one blow.

To the movement, Zytreed wraps his inner tongue around. The power is undoubtedly due to one's own body. But using it so far is not the target that the demons inside are roughly overlooked either.

"... the devil. What do you say your name is?"

"I'm sorry, but it's a name other than a young girl. Huh!

Logan hit the lead, releasing a forward kick as he advanced using a spring all over his body. Simple that attack can also be a heavier blow than a spear faster than an arrow if you use Zytreed's muscle strength. Zytreed threw his back fist at Logan as soon as he was half-body and put his left arm behind him.

Slashing the sky like a hammer, Logan knocked his torso forward and flexed, releasing a kick in the momentum as it stood. Zytreed eating it and dropping his knee. But he paid Logan's leg as he stretched his leg.

Feeted by a kick like a steel stick, Zytreed pushes an elbow punch with all his weight into Logan, who falls to the ground. Logan taking it with both hands. But Zytreed beat his defenseless belly with his other arm full of strength.

"Gu......!

Groaning, Logan releases a knee kick to his side head in return. Not surprisingly, Zytreed rolled down the ground and took a distance.

"Quite, let's do it, huh..."

While breathing, Logan is blurry. I hate to admit it, but Zytreed agreed again.

"But...!

Logan dared to step in and let go of the kick, just like earlier. When it comes to sharp attacks, it's easy to handle them with the same hands. Zytreed slightly distracted himself and tried to knock the counter into Logan when he turned it around with minimal movement.

At that moment, his whole body suddenly burns up. In Hellfire, which burns his whole body, Zytreed hastily used his abilities to extinguish the fire. Logan's blow is determined as much as he wants on its nose, and Zytreed is blown away and slammed against the wall.

"I knew there was a build-up for a moment to use that 'lead' force..."

I had a grin with Niyanya, and Logan said so.

"He didn't accept all sorcery in his lifetime... but he became an English spirit, which replaced his ability to overthrow all sorts of art. At first glance, it looks like it has become more capable of being used by others. That's a mistake.... a hero polishes his soul in that life and becomes an English spirit"

Logan looked down at Zytreed as he created a flame with a pong, and moaned it like a balloon.

"You, you didn't polish enough.... Honestly, I think I was stronger in my life."

That was only because Logan had been seeing people's souls for hundreds of years.

The English Spirit in front of him betrayed himself at the end and went the wrong way. That regret clouds and weakens his soul.

"... the devil. Yours, you're right."

Zytreed grinned mocking himself...... and looked to Logan.

"Let's thank you. That I met you. And..."

Zytreed woke up his body. Think of it, his life has been something he has lived in denial around. He has lived in denial of sorcery, in denial of enemies, in destruction of all things. I hated the glory of my father, the king, who was too great, but I could not defy him and rebelled, yet I killed my sister, and my wife.

The result is like this. The devil's words sounded painfully in his ears, beating his heart in pain.

"You woke me up."

No more denials. As I think, take the path I believed in myself. Affirmation of what you have given yourself, of everything you have.

Zytreed scratched out in front of him, and he grabbed Logan's neck. Lift him just the same size as himself, as if swinging in thin silk, and slap him against the wall.

"Damn......!

He pulled Ro-Gan's body to rub it against the wall as it was, digging through a round, one-letter groove on the wall and throwing it away.

Logan keeps his balance in the air while flying a mass of flames to restraint and floats in the sky to get distance. But when Zytreed appeared right in front of him, he took his wrist and slammed it against the ceiling, using its recoil to swing it down to the ground at once.

Thick cobblestones splashed, breaking through the floor and Logan was blown down to the ground floor. The stubbornness of Zytreed's flesh even withstood that attack, but there was a feeling of bones all over his body smashing apart on the boulder.

"Hey, you just destroyed too many labyrinths"

'Ugh, tell them! What the hell, ahh!

Logan yelled back at the reading coming in from Oulu. Speed and force off the regular track.... Perhaps he invalidated the 'law', Logan thought. Air resistance or gravity. That's what I said. Even the law can be ignored. I regret I shouldn't have said anything extra, but that's too late.

From the ceiling on the upper floor, the figure of Zytreed, who comes at once to accelerate and stab a stop, appears in Logan's eyes. That's it for my battle. Oulu will do something about it later. That's what I thought. Logan's head got a second thought.

"Ro Cancer, If I Had It"

It's the whisper of an angel he loves and doesn't stop.

"I'm gonna chew you up"

"Whoa, whoa!

Logan accidentally gasps and stands up. Of course, it's Logan's own body that got out of there because the flesh of the Zytreed he lives in can't move.

And that coincidentally meshed with the Zytreed progression. A special blow with speed. Besides, on a red arm that protruded suddenly in the form of a counter, Zytreed blew away under his own power.

"... Oh, that?

Of course Logan's arm wasn't safe either. He hissed in a mess, but it's a lot less mild compared to Zytreed, who gets his half smashed and rolled.

In the meantime, Logan shoved the rolling Zytreed English spirit into its body, tying it loosely. The soul is half crushed, the flesh and the whole body bones are torn apart. The boulder English spirit wouldn't be so easily resurrected with this either.

"... okay! You said Marie, it's time!

I decided not to think too deeply about the end, and the fiery devil shouted delightfully at the potent weather.

"Mmm!"

The slaughter unleashed in a temper cut off the front leg of a thick dragon like a giant tree perfectly. But the wound comes with just about a breath and disappears.

This is a nasty opponent.

Wolfe, the hero king, was alone as he exchanged the blow of his wielding nails.

What we call the remains of dragons, etc., is itself equal to a mass of magic with a tremendous density. Everything in the body, from horns, nails, scales, eyes, blood and organs, has intense magic and is made of mystery.

Not to mention that it is the oldest dragon metus, and if it is this labyrinth full of magic and carelessness, even if it is left alone, it takes care of itself and turns it into an undead.

But even so, I wasn't supposed to call you Wolf's enemy. Anyway, this one is reborn as an English spirit. Shortly before his death, Wolfe carried his heavenly destiny, wielding his power far beyond his portion as the price of the statute to die for, and defeated Methus.

Wolfe now has enough power to be comparable then. The flesh of a young and strong full-blown time and the spirit of aging and extreme circular ripeness. And hectic enough to kill the oldest dragon. Of course, being the English Spirit, he can't exert that power in twelve in this whirlwinding labyrinth, and that's the opposite for his opponent. Disadvantages are well known.

Still, he had the pride and ability to beat easily to become Methus, who was just resuscitated.... but.

Methus swings his nails quickly and swings Wolfe down uncluttered. With a claw-wielding momentum Methus tailed him to Wolfe as he turned to the side and tried to make a blow.

Flash your sword, cut off your tail and prevent it, Wolfe. Methus, however, stopped the tail perfectly and let the tail regenerate. Something like countless tentacles stretch from the cross section of the tail, intertwined with each other to capture Wolf and try to crush him.

In front of Wolfe, who leaps high and leaps out of the gap, there was Methus' face round his body as he wraps around a tumble. From its wide open mouth, a fiercely poisonous exhale is exhaled. In its toxic strength, the walls melted and the cobbles foamed as if they could boil together.

Wolfe manages to deflect the surface of her body even though it is poisoned.

Methus, resurrected from death, was clearly more vicious than he had ever been. Soil covering bones instead of meat with hard scales can be cut soft and easy, but it regenerates quickly.

Its exhaling breath toxicity becomes much more powerful, melting stones and even risking the English spirit.

And most of all, it's the way it fights. It is Methus' bones that are at its core, no matter how regenerative they may be and whether they possess powerful weapons. If only all the bones were crushed, Methus would return to just giving me dirt.

But even with as many English spirits as Wolfe, he attacked the way he fought, manipulating his legs, fangs, and tails vertically and horizontally, and even behaving as a weapon with his regenerative abilities.

To the movement, Wolfe was not just a deceased, but felt the soul of some creature. I'm not human. If you are human, the movement becomes reasonable and easy to read. This is a beast movement that moves with instinct, much like Methus.

In spite of it, he also found a definite glow of intelligence there. The protruding right nail stops on the way, and the left nail hits from the blind spot. I thought I showed a gap, and the tip of the tail waits there. I take the sword deliberately and slip through the next slash with a wound on it.

Feints, tangled hands, ambushes. A move that should only be exchangeable with something of high intelligence and a wild beast movement rooted in instinct. The dragon in front of you carries two conflicting signs.

"Admit it... you are the greatest enemy of my life!

Wolfe raised his sword and declared. And when you turn your back on Methus, you break both walls in front of you.

Two conflicting signs. That was very similar to what Wolf used to be familiar with when he was younger. In other words, it belongs to well-trained military horses and knights who drive them. A human horse with breath sometimes triples or quadruples its power.

And because of Methus' fine moving habits, tendencies, Wolfe read the manipulator's place. Eventually, beyond Wolfe's truncated wall, what was manipulating Methus was lurking and hiding, sending instructions.

The sword of Wolfe, who punches his sword as it is and tries to snap his neck in a breath, hits and stops in an instant.

The gap was deadly. Methus' nails jump through his lower body and step on his remaining upper body. Again Wolfe looked at the operator as he was pressed to the ground.

The girl with the wheat hair, ponytail. She was a girl who didn't look alike, except for that hairstyle, which usually doesn't look good. I was also surprised that the identity of such a manipulator was a simple girl, but Wolfe doubted his own eyes.

... Why did this girl look Eunice for a moment.

To answer that question, the girl spinned her words.

"For a moment... it was only for a moment that I went to the English Spirit, but Master Oulu had the illusion that I could see in your daughter."

Mio held Wolfe's body up as he instructed Metus to raise his legs.

"If even for a moment the king seems to hesitate, help. If you don't seem to hesitate, just step on it and crush it. That's what Oulu said."

Are you going to tell me you can take them down even if you're not hesitant? Ku, and his throat rang, and the hero king distorted his lips. I can't fight any more if I lose half my body.

Since the Virgin's order is' Kill Oul 'and not' Kill the daughter in front of you ', there is no point in hostility to her now that her ultimate goal is no longer achievable. More than that, he was interested in his daughter himself.

"What's your name?"

Wolf asked his daughter. Then the daughter breaks her face and answers with joy.

"I say Josephine. I'm usually a firedrake, but I had this kid come in today... oh, they're both girls"

Wolfe laughed furiously this time at the girl who answered the name of the dragon to the hero king who intended to ask her daughter's name.

"Josephine, huh? That's a good name.... hey, how much better would you be than called 'Fear (Methus)', etc."

The laughter of the bright hero king echoed in the dark labyrinth.