And, and, and footsteps, we continue down the stone corridor.
We were headed to the deepest part of the castle to guide the Demon King Vilgarodomus - precisely his residual thoughts.
Go everywhere through some hidden doors and through secret passages that will probably only be known around Franjurus and Laguios.
With my faded feet, it's hard to walk long distances, too.
Shea supported me from the side and was walking with me.
"Worried, Shea?
I speak to her next door.
"Naturally. I can't believe you rode the Demon King's proposal."
Shea has a rugged look.
"... don't you feel uneasy about Master Chrome"
Next door, Lilyn looked at me with a dark look.
"Well, of course."
I nodded bitterly.
The opponent is the Demon King.
Though not just a body, but merely a residual thought - the king who sums up the demonic armies that have plunged the world into terror and chaos.
Talking to someone like that, trying to negotiate to gain power.
But I don't feel strangely repellent.
I don't even feel guilty.
For some reason, I even remember what I felt close to.
I was wondering myself.
Of course, if it is also such that a man without sin can suffer for the demands of the Demon King, he resolutely rejects it.
Fight with all your might that your opponent will be the Demon King.
But if it's just a deal...
No, I'm the demon king in the first place, so should I get rid of it, whether it's residual thought or not?
I couldn't capture it with chains, but activate [fixed damage], or it might work.
"What are you lost, I am"
I intend to make a decision and still be at myself where I get lost.
It's a long way to the Rufus Empire where Euno is.
In the meantime, he might be gaining more power.
So I want to be prepared.
Defeat Euno for sure.
The next time I'm relative to him, I want to reduce the risk of defeat to a minimum.
The top priority should be there.
Don't think about anything else.
Think only of revenge.
I tell myself.
I'll tell you over and over again...
"What do you think, Lakshasa?
I call on Lakshasa once she disappears.
but there was no response.
"Lakshasa?"
"A general terminal or the like would be unnecessary. I'll give you the information you need instead. '
And, demon king.
From the earlier exchange, it seems that Vilgarodomus is also a [dark] terminal.
And apparently, it's like a special frame.
I don't know for sure.
I should have asked Lakshasa around there too, but instead of answering, she doesn't even show up.
"Here we are."
Blackie told him.
In front there was a door engraved with four crests.
Each crest is shaped like designing hearts, spades, clovers and diamonds.
"[Door opens]"
When the demon king told him, the door slowly opened.
Light light floods out from beyond.
"Welcome to the deepest part of this castle"
The Demon King laughs.
It was like a huge hall there.
A cylindrical tank is arranged at equal intervals along the wall.
Inside filled with a light green culture, a different silhouette was visible.
"Every single one of them contains the bodies of the demon tribe which you were scolded by."
And, demon king.
"To suck up [the darkness] of resentment against humans."
"[Darkness]...?
If you look closely, long tubes stretch from one tank to the other.
All the tubes were connected to those in the middle of the room.
I'll look you in the eye.
"Oh, my God, this is..."
Leaning in the middle of the room is a huge altar that is likely to be ten meters tall.
Reminds me of Obsidian, it was a pitch-black altar.
Doku... Doku...!
As if alive, the altar is pulsating irregularly.
"That's the art of ancient civilization, the Black Altar."
The demon king Vilgarodomus told him.
"The Black...... Altar"
Me crushing it back.
'There is only one thing I would ask of you. I want you to use the power of [Darkness] and activate that altar'
A black beard pointed a sticky glance at me.
Then thou shalt have more power.