Master’s Smile

As he echoes Muratov's wrath, his escorts increase his killing.

They're angels again, too. As fanatically as Muratov, he believes in angels and punishes those who disobey them.

"O demon king, do you think these men are ordinary angels?

Muratov smiles niggardly and abusively and asks the Demon King.

No longer have any respect for his words.

It should be, and there is no need for it.

The only thing that should be respected by angels is angels who are objects of faith and like-minded angels.

There is no way you can pay any respect to a master who runs paganism, such as masterhood.

To such pagans, Muratov thought to give him despair.

"These are those who belong to an armed group that Pope Zelnike is proud of. Speaking of heretical inquisitors, is that easy to understand?

To Muratov's words, the master turned his eyes wide to admire.

Pontifical Inquisition of Xernike. He knew the name again, too.

Not only the master, but his name will be roaring all over the continent. - - As notoriety.

Never recognize non-angelic religions and never forgive pagans no matter how good they teach.

Catch such pagans, add harsh torture, which can be called living hell, and convert them to angelic religion.

Those who were teaching paganism are not even allowed to do so.

After torture, he is executed.

Moreover, the horror of the heretical Inquisition is that even if it is not related to paganism, it also puts its heathen family in its hands.

Therefore, aside from angelism, religion did not develop, so much so that, by way of exception, there was Satanism, which, like angels, worshipped paranormal beings.

"No way, trying to set up an emerging religion that worships the Demon King... doesn't seem to understand the horrors of these guys"

Knocking and fucking laughing, Muratov makes fun of the masters.

Master and Anato have a gentle grin.

How long will it last?

"No way, you think someone's coming to help? Yeah, I'm sure they'll come."

Muratov considered the masters' leeway because the place of this meeting was their home.

I see, indeed, if the Master raised his voice, the men of the distribution would rush over.

But even then Muratov mocks.

"Apparently, you don't know the nature of the heretic inquisitor. The heretical inquisitors are chosen only by the faint among the angels, each specializing in killing. And among them, those who have taken me as my escort are out of group!

Master and Anato were aware of that even without Muratov telling them.

The killing as sharp as the sting they emit did not allow them to be insulted.

And they will have no hesitation whatsoever in killing people... pagans.

Because I think from the bottom of my heart that it will benefit the angels they believe in.

So they can also do flat out things that would make them want to turn away if they had general common sense.

Because that's the faith for them.

"Killing the Demon King would certainly not be easy. But no! It's another test that the angels have given us!! Get over this and let the angels know the strength of faith! Everything, for the angels!!

"For the angels!!

The heretical inquisitors raise their voices, as follows Muratov.

The Master lets his cheeks pull and seriously thinks which is better than masterhood.

The heretical inquisitors are already in a state of war.

Still, the master doesn't break his spare grin.

It is Anato next door, and I am heavily aware that she is not as specialized in combat as Reese or Van Peel.

The opponents are heretical inquisitors of the war, nor do they have any hesitation in the fight.

"(So many warriors in front of me, why this kind of leeway...)"

Muratov finally has doubts.

But whatever you do, here a heathen named Master and Anato must be killed.

"... do it"

When Muratov issued a smaller directive, the heretical inquisitors began to move at all.

They faithfully kill angel enemies...... they were supposed to.

"Hmmm... I have to deal with this one too if I'm going to break out in the middle of a meeting."

Somewhere, I heard such an ese ninja voice.

I do my gaze at where Muratov and the heretical inquisitors are.

"Shit......! Were you lurking your hand......!

"That's right. It would be strange if you had escorts with you, but we weren't prepared for anything."

To Muratov's wickedness, Anato answers with a smile.

Even he didn't take this possibility into account.

This is the Root Castle of the Demon Kings. No wonder something is lurking.

"(But I have no idea where you are......!!

Both Muratov and the heretical inquisitors get their gaze around Kyokiro, but they have no idea where the owner of the earlier voice is.

When the tension tried to rise to the top......

".................. ugh!!

Muratov and the heretical inquisitors jumped off the scene simultaneously.

But there was only one late heretic inquisitor.

And so a great deal of liquid fell from the ceiling upon him.

"Gahhhhh!!!! Oh, fever!? Ouch!?

"Become...!?

The heretic inquisitor, wearing the liquid from his head, screams violently and strikes around the ground.

Roll in the gobble and raise the cries of the disconnected demon.

Muratov was stunned.

I didn't expect the heretical inquisitor, a gathering of people who don't put anything extra into a slice and fight for faith, to expose their emotions so much...

To the sight he sees for the first time, he opens his eyes saying he can't believe it.

"Hey, what is this...!? hurry up and treat me!!

"Ha!"

One heretic inquisitor approaches Muratov's instructions.

They are all angelics. You can use simple healing magic.

I head to the man who was liquided and exercises restorative magic......

"No, you can't! In my healing magic......!

The heretical inquisitors who are here can only use simple healing magic so that they can each continue the fight.

To that extent, I couldn't help this man.

"Ahhh!! Hey, it hurts! To bake, to stab! Hurry up and help!!!!

The man moves his body around screaming.

His eyes seemed to pop out, his mouth opened wide in an attempt to take in cold air, and he didn't even care to spit out any stomach fluids from it.

His skin gradually creeps and he begins to see a toxic red interior in his eyes.

A heretic inquisitor who went nearby screams at the smell of only a refusal to burn the human body.

"No, please don't help me anymore."

"You...!

The Lord of voices, who had been nowhere to be seen earlier, stood next to the Master.

Covering her whole body with a sneak outfit, her face also only visible in the eye area, but I only found out that she was laughing happily.

"It's an original venom specially designed for the awkward. I suppose you can only detoxify the Virgin Class, as the Angel Church says.... Master, what do you think?

A ninja who shines her eyes all the time telling me to compliment her quickly - a master who strokes her head with a bitter smile at Sorgross.

The smile of Anato watching next door is strong.

"Ki, where the hell did you come from...!?

"You've been in the room the whole time, haven't you?

"Stupid!! We could not sense anyone but the Demon King and Sister......!

Not even the hand-worked heretical inquisitors could know.

I had the first friendly attitude because I thought I wasn't there......

"Huh. I urge you not to lick the skill you have worked out with your awkward stalker. How much later did you follow so the master wouldn't notice... Oh, no, the master isn't. It's the aftermath of words."

Sorgross makes a hasty excuse to the shivering master that he was doing that. It is too late.

Whatever it was, the sign perception of the heretical inquisitor, which Pope Zelnike boasts, was defeated before the Solgros stalking technique.