Master’s Smile

Something cold ran through Zorr Anato's spine.

That's because of Meltron's cane.

He said it was not comparable to 'Scaglione'.

A vicious sacred instrument of sucking the lives of non-Angelic believers. That's better than that.

"You...... what is that?

Anato's words stopped growing.

Not so much, I couldn't afford her now.

What did Meltron do to the Master... an angel with an abominable grin?

I just wanted to know about that.

"Ha ha! What, an artificial angel. You look desperate. Is this demon king that important to you?

"That's not the answer, is it?... Answer."

Anato's murderous intentions were enough to possibly kill the orgasm alone.

But Meltron takes it flat and mocks it.

A woman with an extra grin also looks so chopped up.

I couldn't help but be happy about it.

And I wanted to see that woman's face stained with despair.

"What, don't worry. This is also with Scaglione. My... a wonderful wand to suck the lives of angel enemies."

"... yes, then."

Don't worry. Anato's face is burning.

If you can't even suck away the life of a common demon tribe, you can't possibly suck away the life of a master.

Also, their demons will lose consciousness… or some of their lives may be sucked away, but they are cheaper than their masters.

"But not those on this battlefield, but the Demon King."

"Huh!? Oh, that's...!?

"Scaglione" fitted to the point of taking consciousness without being able to absorb life because of the wide range and number of subjects.

But if we narrow that subject down to one...?

Moreover, this time it is not 'Scaglione', which has the power of an angel, but a true Angel's staff.

When Anato turns to Ba and Master......

"It's possible. Look, look at the Demon King."

"Master...?

The master stood there.

I haven't fallen. But he wasn't even looking up.

I can't see his face, which always turned a gentle smile on me.

No way...... and the worst comes to mind on Anato's head.

Fortunately, however, Meltron shook his head to the side unfortunately.

"No, you're not dead. Damn, I can't believe it. I don't know how vital it is... it's like a cockroach."

Because I called my master a cockroach, it was confirmed that I would not just kill him and give him a taste of living hell.

But Anato is horrified from the bottom of his heart that he is not dead.

After all, masters draw a line with normal people.

Even with the power of an angel, it's impossible to kill him.

"But that's not all"

But Meltron laughed abusively as he smashed Anato's delight.

"I told you. This wand compares to 'Scaglione'."

Magic swirls as it corroborates Meltron's words.

It spread at the foot of the master, poking big holes.

"Ko, is this hole......!?

I marvel at the sight I've never seen before, when Anato rounds up his usual leeway.

Meltron talks happily when he sees Anato who has lost such room.

"Beat the angel enemies to hell. This is the power of this wand."

"Huh!?

In other words, is that hole leading to hell?

Is that hole connected to a world that doesn't even know if it exists or not?

But I did hear such stories when Anato was once a Virgin.

"It was unexpected that he didn't die... well. I can go to hell alive."

The fact that the master didn't lose his life is something to keep an eye on, but it still doesn't change Meltron's victory.

Because you're going to hell, because there's no battle, no nothing.

"Hell is tough, huh? It's a space of nothing. All there is is is the corpse of those who were previously sent to hell with this wand. No one, nothing. It's impossible for an intelligent organism to live in such a space."

Anato, who was desperate for Meltron's words.

It's the very purpose of the master's life for her, so if she finds out when she loses it, she can't help it.

But in the words of Meltron, who was on the verge of despair, I cling to a certain idea.

A space where no one, nothing.

............... That's a chance, isn't it?

"... if that's the case"

"I don't know what your thoughts are, but you can't do it, Artificial Angel"

Meltron thought Anato was trying to follow himself around leaving the master alone.

With an abusive grin, I deny the idea.

"Why?! Go to hell with me, too! With the master. No! I can be alone because of you. No!!

"Hey, why?

It's like Yandere trying to monopolize a loving person, a meltron that pulls a little cheek.

"No, this is where I am the master's slave..."

"No, no, I'm worried about you guys. Again, I'm the most capable fighter..."

"No, no, no, you have a sister, too. I'm not familiar here other than the master..."

"... why are these guys so positive to go to hell?

And he was a meltron who could not hide his confusion from the members of the Army of Salvation (Yelktila), who raised their hands in the hope of going to Hell one after the other.

Normally, it's something I hate......

"Well, if you want to go to hell, I won't send you. You guys look sadder that way."

"That's why angels are scum!!

Anato, angry screams.

Because of this, I thought I would get through the depressing 'Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)' members...

If you're going to help me, I was also thinking of forgiving Meltron for just beating dozens of bullets all over his body, but that's a retraction.

It should be noted that most organisms die after dozens of hits with the power of anatomy.

"Look, look! While you guys are talking nonsense, the Demon King is no longer - -!!"

Meltron was laughing wildly as he simmered and repeated quite annoyed by Anato's scum remarks.

The uncomfortable demon king was floating flat in the universe without... going to hell now.

"... already..."

The only thing that came out of Meltron's mouth was' already '.

He grinned bitterly as he looked at him like that, and the master floated fluffy out of the hole.

"Already... what is it?

Anato had a silly grin with Niyanya and looked down at Meltron.

The spare secrets of her… "Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla)" lay in this.

Sure, he chilled his liver when the vicious sceptre that sucked his life away was used by the master, but when he saw the master's face he was smiling although he had a slightly tired shade.

That is why they did not have to lose their sanity.

"Hey, why?!? Why don't you go to hell!?

But I didn't understand why Meltron didn't have a master in the hole.

That's not easy to avoid because the sky can fly.

Whether you resist or not, you should be sucked into a hole and beaten to hell.

The master smiles bitterly and tells him he knows nothing.

- 'Cause it's not real hell.

"Become... to...!?

Meltron opens his mouth with Pocan.

He didn't know.

That the place where angels protrude by calling it hell is simply a pseudospace for the banishment from this world of angelic... unwilling or intrusive beings of the angels.

Although pseudo-though, it's different dimensions, so it's not often wrong to call it hell because it's almost impossible to get out of that space if it's still dropped, but the darkness of the master is not shallow enough to be sucked into a fake hell.

Besides, there's no way he could have gone to a fake hell.

- Let's go to hell.

"Ho, true hell, so...!?

Meltron pulls cheeks on the master's words.

Hatter. The moment I tried to say that, his feet were doppily stained black.

There's nowhere to step on, like a bottomless swamp, and you can't get out of it when you're up.

But Meltron is an angel.

I tried to force that prized white wing to jump up, but a thin hand came out of the black swamp to tangle him like that.

"Hih, no, no, no, no! What, this ha!?

The man, who laughed sadistically until not long ago, was now frightened and ugly from the bottom of his heart.

A neat face is also ruined.

"Oh, you, who the hell are you!? Aren't you the Demon King!?

To Meltron's stuffing, the master laughs bitterly.

A demon king is a title he received only a short while ago in his long life.

That wouldn't be very appropriate to represent the master.

He is only allowed to go to hell with creatures who have a little hell-dominating presence and in a very small minority.

"Damn, damn it! There's no way this me... being a lofty angel, is going to go to hell!

A normal person would have already been dragged down.

But Meltron resists violently.

Cut off the arms that have been stretched by creating spears of light, emitting many strips of light from the wings.

The holy power that was supposed to slaughter the enemies of the angels could not, however, wipe out the black swamp.

That's right. Even angels who call themselves paranormal beings can go to hell for some individuals.

You thought one arm couldn't drag you in, and many arms grow out of the swamp.

Seeing the sight of all of them spreading their hands in search of themselves, Meltron clearly despaired.

It was exactly what he was doing now, the face he was trying to make Anato do.

"Hi-ha-ha!? Oh, help me!

It was the angels he recognized as servants that Meltron used as his next means, realizing that there was nothing he could do with the numbers.

I command them in desperate shapes, even though I have many arms wrapped around my body.

"What are you staring at there!? Help me or not! Your subject of faith!! Come on, help me! Whoa!

But neither did his wishes move anybody empty.

Everyone only misses their faces in an unexpected way.

That should also be because the Angels, who are no longer here, have now almost completely lost faith in Meltron.

They stopped believing any more about the man who killed Dennis and tried to sprinkle their lives by calling themselves servants.

Of course, there are still a large number of those who tried to give themselves to the angels.

"Uh, you're tired."

"At the end of the day, it was like work."

…………

But those people are already dead.

Earlier, all fanatics had been killed as a result of angels letting the 'Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)' members go to stall in order not to let the Master go to help them.

Coolin, Reese, and Chevalt didn't look like they were taking a lot of damage either, to the extent that they showed some fatigue.

"Yes, take your place! Instead of me, go to hell with all the angelics here! Deal! Already, I'll make you stop preaching angelic! You guys just have to like mastery! So...!!

Having realized that, Meltron takes the deal to the master.

But this wasn't even a deal. I was just begging for my life.

In the first place, as a master, I do not want the expansion of the forces of masterhood, so there is no need for me to lose my angelic religion.

Measuring him on a Meltron scale means nothing.

So even watching Meltron coddle up his pride as an angel and beg for his life, the master just smiles calmly.

You've dug back into Anato's past, so let's get him punished for it.

"Wow! I don't like it!

Meltron storms trying to escape his arm at all, but he can't move the fine dust either.

Legs, legs, belly, chest, neck and one after the other, were finally completely swallowed up to the top of the head.