Maou no Hajimekata

"We demon kings always have our own dominion"

That's what Sakya told the bedtime story.

"If you are a concubine, the volcano itself. It's the fire and the heat that lives in the mountains."

"It's warm for that."

"What we add and subtract"

Sakuya chuckled as Oulu stroked her overlapping skin and grabbed the soft meat to say.

"But by its very nature, we cannot escape. Once it's on fire, it won't stop that easy... so take responsibility, will you?

Sakya lays her hands on Oul's palm and whispers in her ear as she tickles.

You said the Demon King always had something to rule over.

Sakya is volcanic fire and heat. Tatsuki is a wave of the sea. Sophia would be the dungeon itself.

What they control coincides with that territory.

"If so, what does' he 'rule?

But he says he is a demon king who has no territory or men.

"It's easy, sir."

When Sakya laid her hands on Oul's breastplate, she became a horse rider over him.

"I must have it, even if it doesn't have anything, just one thing"

Beautiful, unwrapped nakedness is illuminated by the moonlight and exposed to the eyes of an oul.

"Yourself. Shaping it..."

"Say it quickly without wearing it."

When you poke it up from the bottom, Sakya sounds sweet as "Amen".

"It's already sudden."

Even with her lips pointy and blurred, she said.

"It is water that shapes the thing. It's a river of tyranny that pushes everything away."

"First stage success, something like that..."

Oulu stares at the neck of the serpent following this one at the same speed as he escapes on the water currents in the cube. Its head, which was as small as a castle, had now shrunk to the point where it would fit perfectly in the aisle of the dungeon.

If Orochi is the incarnation of the river, he cannot escape its nature.

The eight waterways leading from the pit had succeeded in splitting Orochi's neck brilliantly and narrowing it down small.

... That said.

"Pa, it hurts! It hurts!

Sophia holds her hand and complains in tears.

Its fingertips were chopped to pieces and stained bright red with blood.

'He' is not just a river.

It is a turbulent stream that overflows, swells, destroys and swallows everything across the eight mountains and valleys.

The momentum shreds even the rock walls of a robust dungeon, causing it to crumble.

That was synonymous with hurting Sophia.

"Excuse me. Enjoy it."

Sophia, the demon king and the dungeon itself, does not have the effect of stopping the pain either. Even if you heal the wound, it will be destroyed by Orochi immediately.

Oul could only embrace Sophia, who bled from eight of her fingers and cried. Split into eighths and further restricted in the aisle, it should be noted that Orochi is not an easy opponent to beat.

When the wound on her finger reached the first joint, the cube suddenly took off into the currents she had been riding until then and reached inside the small room. Orochi quickly catches up with the Ouls and opens their huge mouths without swallowing every cube.

"Now!

At that moment, a large amount of liquid poured down, wondering if the ceiling in the small room had opened. That liquid, which is colorless and transparent, is not water, however. As if to show it, the blue and black body of Orochi, bathed in liquid, stained red as he saw it.

"What? Poison?"

"I can say it is, or I can say it isn't"

That's what Oul answers to the neck tilting tena.

Orochi stopped attacking the Ouls and rang his throat with his mouth wide open. Along with that, the liquid filled in the small room diminishes its songs more and more. Orochi is drinking.

"What do you say, taste good?

That's what Oul asked, knowing the answer was not coming back.

"The Dwerg people who live in my demon have a special flavor of spirits."

The iron dwarves, known for their blacksmith arms and bigotry, are also known for their love of big food and unmatched liquor at the same time. The ultimate alcohol produced by them of cohesion is Dwerg's spirits.

"I drink alcohol too... but it's not that strong."

"Naturally. It's different from how you make your booze."

Tena holds her nose to the smell of alcohol that even fragrances the cubes apart.

Ordinary liquor is made by adding alcohol to water by fermenting grains and fruits.

Adding alcohol to the water means that only the water content really dilutes the alcohol.

I solved that in the exact opposite way when I came with those tiny fire and iron petitioners.

In other words, only alcohol was pulled from the liquor.

Collect the pure liquor that has become hot and gaseous, cool it and turn it into liquor, and heat it up even more. The spirits made over and over again that were strong enough to make me laugh anymore.

And a dragon is determined to be vulnerable to alcohol.

That was the same thing in the New World.

Whatever the dragon is, Wolfe undertook it. There's no way I'm wrong.

Orochi, who drinks up the firewine, flutters, but sets his aim on the owls and strips his fangs.

"Sophia, get him."

"Yeah!"

But a molten rock engulfed his neck.

Lava runoff can be prevented by water. If so, the opposite is true again.

Orochi, whose nature is water, will slip through and smash through any small hole, but it cannot pass through the molten rock. Oulu succeeded in completely sequestering Orochi.

"Oulu! They're coming!

But that wasn't the person to end it either.

When the tenor emits a sharp warning, purple liquid sprays from the back of Orochi's throat, which opens its mouth wide to bitterness. It's a venom that melts and rots everything.

"Sophia, it's the grass!

"Ha!"

Countless grasses grew from the ground as Sophia waved up, instantly becoming a lush green wall to prevent venom. The walls and floors touching the venom are melting, but only the grass is pimped even when exposed to venom.

"What is that grass?

"It's bird bait."

"Bait?

To Oulu's answer, Tena asks unexpectedly.

I very much didn't think that such a thing would prevent that big viper poison.

"On my continent, there is a warcraft called Cocatrice. A giant chicken-like beast with a serpent's tail growing, which stones anything you touch with its mouth. The only thing that doesn't get stoned when that chicken pokes you, and that's why it's that herb called Henruda that feeds you."

"Let's not talk about where it gets stoned. You're melting rocks, that poison."

Oulu snorts at the words of a decent tenor.

"Cocatrice was originally a hybrid. Parents are a kind of little dragon called Basilisk."

"You don't look very strong..."

Tena leaked such honest thoughts into the phantom created by Oul in his spell.

It's only big enough to get on the palm of my hand. That just looks more like a lizard than a dragon.

"But the poison is terrific. Just touch that exhalation. Every creature will be out of breath, the birds will fall, the water will rot, the rocks will crack, the soil will turn into sand, and just one basilisk will make it a barren desert there. Even if a knight pokes and kills with a spear, the poison tells him to pass on the spear and even kill the knight's riding horse. He's the King of Viper."

"You have a wretched creature on your continent."

Tena aside that even Yamatanoorochi lives in slightly more than just poison.

"That grass. It's specially made to keep such a basilisk. Regardless, Cocatrice is able to withstand the poison of the basilisk and become a bait and a cage."

"Enough...... or don't keep it!?

Tena shouted at the words she had been told.

"Has Non's ear gone crazy?

"No, don't worry. When I first heard about it, I thought I'd touched it."

"For what... no, if you do have so many warcraft under your command, you will have a powerful power"

'Cause she's cute.'

"Are you crazy?!?

"My rancher has changed a little bit..."

Tena thought it would be a huge deviation from the range that could be accomplished with just a little, but whenever she would hold her mouth to a wolf with no distant eyes.

Basilisk, by the way, could not be expected at all as a force of war because he had no means of transporting, besides too much damage to his enemies and allies if he put them on the battlefield.

As Oulu and Tena spoke, Orochi seemed to have thrown up venom.

"Well."

Oul spread his coat and activated the magic formation depicted there.

Thin and supple fingers come out of its surface, slowly followed by palms, elbows and arms.

A pair of sheep-like horns, a nasal muscle that went all the way through. A brunette with golden eyes.

"Stop it, Lil."

"Let me go!

The beautiful and faithful demon of Oul revealed himself.

Orochi's hard scales bounce back impenetrably even with Wolf's sword.

Even if I let him get drunk and stop moving, I had to do something about this to defeat him.

"I'm coming...!

Two things like legs grow from the stone arrows erected by the lil, pierced and fixed to the ground.

It was a further modification of the weapon she had created.

Place artillery morphology bullets with an emphasis on power on stone rocket morphology with an emphasis on range and hit accuracy.

A demonic weapon that specializes only in pure destructive power, concentrating the power of a large, cluttered cannon on a small point.

The faults were like mountains.

First of all, the recoil is too big to shoot in your hand even though it is a portable weapon.

It had to be fixed, lay low on the ground and shoot.

Because of the time it takes to concentrate on magic, it also takes time to shoot a single shot instead of a series of shots.

It's almost hopeless to hit someone you're attacking.

In the first place, there is hardly any creature that cannot be killed without so much power, and it is overpowering for the majority of its opponents.

But.

With the roar, Lil's Stone Fire Arrow blew the fire.

The compressed mass of magic pierced precisely between Orochi's brows while spinning at high speeds, breaking through the thick, hard scales, proceeded without stopping there, choosing the meat of the serpent. A magic bullet finally stops losing its power after tearing apart Orochi's flesh for half a mile, which was stretching straight along the waterway of the dungeon.

The impact ran through Orochi's body as it followed it, and the heat generated ignited the drinked-up flame alcohol. The name of the liquor is not Dada, it burns well if you light it. It's almost more like fuel than booze. As a result, Orochi exploded from the body.

"... that's a tremendous power"

Oulu shrugs unexpectedly as he cubes away the scales and flesh pieces of Orochi that pour down with the roar.

"Hey... about me, reviewed, did you?

"No."

Releasing such a blow is also a heavy burden for Lil.

Oul shook his head at her, joking even as she breathed on her shoulders.

"I knew you were capable."

"Oh, yeah?

To a rare compliment, Lil unwittingly loosens her cheek.

"All you have to do is simply repeat this seven times"

"Already! You just have to work hard!

Lil shook up the stone fire arrow and yelled.