Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

The enemy is [Storm Brave] Aerial. Leader of the number one party in the world. Contractor recognized by the four great spirits and sylphides who preside over the wind.

With his magic organs crushed, he left over a dozen demons and high ranking parties within a hundred places.

His right arm is now the same as Storm. Just say 'Stormwrap', and its power is reminiscent of natural disasters.

This is [Ship Horned Black Mage] Lemegeton & [Immortal Devil] Benou.

The identity is Leme, the former world ranked fourth party [Black Demon Mentor], and Phoenix, the leader of the same party, [Flaming Brave]. Phoenix is also the Four Spirit Contractor.

When we were young, we promised to be first together.

The road, though, was interrupted at one point. We keep moving toward each other, toward the brave men we aspire to. I thought one day the road would overlap again, and that came soon.

We clashed at Demon King's Castle, and now we are confronted with the world's best dressed as demons against each other.

"Okay, both your names. Shall we begin?"

The alien horns covering my entire body were now hidden by the blue flames.

The Spiritual Art named "Robbery" by Benou. The depth of the spiritual art of 'assimilation', its application.

"Boredom of the strongest temper, let's end it here"

The words that we vomit to inspire ourselves go into our minds with all our thoughts.

We truly respect Mr. Aerial. Respect is fine. But don't be timid with that. The opponent is the best in the world. Someone we've been stars of since we were kids. Usually, talking is a nervous and restless opponent. But now he is only an imminent enemy to the Demon King.

Let us defeat here the best brave men who will boil the whole world, defend the Castle of the Demon King, and destroy his solitude.

We can do that.

The first clash, from the front.

As if we had shown each other, we flew straight with no rush or anything from either side, hitting each other with our right fists.

For a moment, the sound disappeared from the world. It could be an illusion.

Shortly afterwards, we were bounded by storms and flames. Wind blades run up, down and left and right, flames run.

Each other's magic is too powerful to reach the rear of the enemy. Fire winds seeking a place to go try to instantly pass through a narrow space, the impossibility of which - destroys the dungeon.

The ceilings, walls and floors ripped open. A rift arises in the magical space, just as it breaks even on the earth.

Brave men and demons don't stop.

Then within a moment, there were five clashes.

Thanks to Benou, I was able to respond to speedy attacks beyond my perception.

I leave the flight entirely to him, and I concentrate on the attack.

On the verge of a clash, the flame of my right fist is loud and fierce, so I can add horn magic to it.

By concentrating so much, he was able to respond to the attacks of the [Black Demon Instructor] but also the [Storm Brave].

Like fireworks blooming in the night sky, our clashes flash into magical space.

Every single time, with that aftermath alone bringing the dungeon closer to collapse.

Each time, while hitting each other with enough attacks to break the continent and enough to turn the forest into scorched soil.

We keep flying, we keep clashing, and each time we consume a joke's amount of magic.

- Black magic, I can't hang it.

Black magic must put its magic on the subject.

But Mr. Aerial is too fast. The clash, my only chance, is a moment away, and by the time I realize it, the next clash is taking place, and I'm away. It's such a level of defense.

"Ha ha...!

Enjoy yourself, Mr. Aerial.

Not only is he an opponent who won't fall if he punches him with all his might, but he's an enemy who comes with a comparable attack.

If you look at the undefeated of the last twenty years, you can see how precious such an opponent is.

This offense will not last long.

We have each other's magic problems, and Mr. Aerial's wounds are too deep. It's just great not to underperform with your belly tucked away, but the magic leak is serious.

The blow inflicted by the power of me and the demons works best for mankind. Never in vain.

Still, it's a brave man named Aerial who can't be defeated.

"Benou."

"Ah."

"I'll take care of it for a little while."

"Ah."

I can't even try to capture Mr. Aerial myself. You can't fight away either. So what do we do?

I often stop moving my body.

I don't control posture, I don't open my eyes, I don't wave fists.

I'll leave everything to Benou except putting magic on the blow.

He regulates the flames and moves me like a puppet.

A statement in that sense, that I leave it to you. Benou understood the intention and let it move perfectly.

"You see, Remegeton! Benou! Our magic is increasing with every blow! You see!"

I need to talk to you about this.

Sometimes talent with superior abilities in a given field is concentrated in a particular industry, at a time.

It is in fact true that a sport that has not shown exuberance for years shows great exuberance with the emergence of many geniuses in one year.

There was talk that it was no coincidence.

He said that by continuing their efforts while the good guys are aware of each other and influencing each other, they can grow more than when they are alone. What a story, seeing them up close will also impress others and result in an overall industry bottom up.

As a matter of fact, I think.

In short, I'm just saying that it's better to have a rival.

I feel I can work harder that I can't just beat him than just elevate myself. I think that's all we're talking about.

Phoenix told me to take first place with him, so I felt like I needed to be able to shoulder to shoulder with my best friend. I can't believe I'm going to get past you if I distract you, I'm energized enough to throw up those words.

A number of adventurers, headed by Mr. Aerial, were really, really good looking, so I was able to work hard to be.

The admiration and struggle bring out the feeling of 'try harder' in a workout that is painful and painful and wants to fall right now.

And now, the thought of 'I can't defeat you like this' was affecting our magic.

You've been pouring all the magic you can control, but you're pouring more magic into each blow. Now we're moving on to the next attack without collapsing.

Mr. Aerial also did the same thing with the magic of the Spirit. When I can no longer control the storm in my arms, and while it is not strange for my body to bounce, I am in complete control.

We are now growing from moment to moment and becoming stronger from moment to moment.

"This is it! This is it! What I (,) wanted to be was an adventurer!

Those who challenged the unknown, challenged threats, and aspired to the deepest part of the dungeon were called adventurers.

They once came to battle for treasures, for legendary weapons, for peace, for loved ones.

Mr. Aerial said he didn't originally intend to be an adventurer.

Mr. Aerial, from a rural village, but he was also not interested in the dungeon offensive, which is the best pleasure in a country with scarce entertainment. You think it just seemed like a good adult would be interested in hanging out?

He was nursing his sick sister, and he couldn't afford or feel like skipping the currents on those things.

That changed because I met a real [brave man].

If this man deserves to hang on to his life, I was interested in what kind of profession he was an adventurer.

He spotted the feeling and his sister pushed his brother's back.

Everyone is doing everything they can, desperate, and I don't know when anyone will kill me. But nobody dies.

A real battle using a magic body (avatar).

He has been fascinated by the dungeon offense.

Because it's such a battle of his, what he sees will also attract him naturally.

I can't help but notice him enjoying the dungeon offense more than anyone else.

"... Staff Hall"

"Ah."

I'm ready.

"Remegeton! That's just you, invading me with black magic now-"

After an unprecedented collision, Mr. Aerial stopped in the air.

"... I've never heard of such black magic"

"It's an honor, you're my first prey."

Black magic must target magic. Not just black magic, but all magic is. Needless to say, the basics in the basics.

I knew I couldn't even hit black magic on someone who could move so fast that I couldn't hit the wind blade.

So - I deployed (,,,,,) black magic throughout the space (,,,,,,).

I can't avoid this. My magic is full of space. Just move and his magic for resistance (resist) will be shredded. No matter how fast you run through this space, it's no different.

It purifies and compresses the magic of the dungeon core with the horns of its master. And my horns are now fully open.

"Release black magic in all directions, thereby filling the space. It's not that magic alone can do it. How much training have you..."

He will realize who I am. [M] Even the original owner of the horn should be aware of it. Anyway, when he first saw me, he told me that he felt the same way when he confronted his master. Was it when you were invited to the first party when you heard the story?

He has always valued me highly. [M]

But he doesn't know. What I do and how far I work out.

For the first time in the Master's horn, the magic of the Dungeon Core, and the efforts that have been built up there, this move can be used.

Time works against Mr. Aerial.

In addition to the magic leak from my abdomen, there is also my black magic.

"I want to keep going, but that can't seem to happen"

There's a storm. Nearby, the sound of flames.

Hold your fist. Magic. I opened my eyes, and in a moment, both disappeared.

And at the same time, unleashes fists of the whole body.

Even though he is developing the flames and horn magic of Benou, he is so shocked that his arm is about to fly a thousand slices.

The flames are stirred by the storm and continue to change its shape.

Coming here, the magic of "Stormwrap" increased even more.

Not a very controllable amount for people, but Mr. Aerial takes shape.

A fist that was antagonistic, moves. Slightly, one side prevails. That's Mr. Aerial's side.

"You guys are strong......! But I'm [Storm Brave]...... ugh!!

The strongest of mankind. The pinnacle of all adventurers. The world's biggest party. Four Great Spirit Contractors.

"Whoever it is, you know... ugh!

If you win here, it doesn't make sense.

As an adventurer, he was not sought after by the public and was set to get out of the party.

I wasn't going to give up the brave man I once admired, but the reality was tough everywhere.

I met Mira, and she took me to the Demon King's Castle, and I met the Demon King, and I thought the road was cleared.

Thanks to Mira, I found a new form of dreams.

My magic can help. [M] They want you to win the demons. That's how defeating adventurers might give hope to all of the demons worried about whether they are losers and increase the number of sub-people looking for demons.

Dungeon Strategy is an entertainment that creates with adventurers and demons.

People will be passionate about the battle, but they will be subhuman, but it doesn't matter.

He said if he could elevate the beholder and make his breasts hot, he wasn't an adventurer.

- Even demons are fine brave...!

"Stormwrap" eats into "Robbery/Flamewrap" and reaches its self as it extinguishes the flame - the flaming armor disappears.

"- What...?

"Robbery/Flame Wrap" was torn.

But I'm not inside anymore.

On the verge of being broken, Escape at a time when Mr. Aerial's vision was blocked by flames scattered around him.

With half the flames that make up his armor wrapped around him - he was flying straight over him.

There's very little magic left. The horn had left nothing but the area wrapped around his right arm and was back in his body.

Fist again, and all the remaining flames of Benu will wrap my right half and accelerate it to explode.

"Excellent......!

Even that is Mr. Aerial intercepting with "Stormwrap," but not as powerful as earlier.

There was no respite to magic again.

"- Huh...!!

Mr. Aerial's body, falling back. He beat me from the top and went down. Towards the floor. Back off. That's until we can gradually call it a fall, and that's how - our measures are made.

- Black magic, huh?

My black magic still lingers, full of space. Mr. Aerial, who keeps falling toward the floor, is our fist guard, but he himself continues to be exposed to black magic.

It finally shredded the magic for resistance (resist) and reached him.

"Blank". The magic my friends and allies were trying to hang on him.

Black magic that pinches blanks in thoughts.

This is not simply about imposing an unthinkable amount of time. No, that's the only effect, but it's important that it happens by it.

To maintain magic, you have to keep thinking about it.

"Stormwrap" and so on, is the most of them. It is not possible with simultaneous magic manipulations, such as keeping overwhelming magic wrapped around your arms while maintaining the power of the storm. enough moves to collapse even if they are as loose as blinks.

And now.

The "Stormwrap", which boasted the highest offensive power, was self-destructing and was about to tear the surgeon to dust.

"Huh...!

But Mr. Aerial also supports this. Rip your right arm with a wind blade and fly it as far away as possible. Shortly afterwards, as the uncontrolled storm spread into space, finally.

Our fists captured the [Storm Brave].

"I 'm-"

"Your loss."

Benu's half, pierced by "Stormwrap" earlier, returns. We accelerate even more.

Keep the momentum on the floor and slap Mr. Aerial.

Radial cracks run on the floor, crushing as they are, and Mr. Aerial's body sinks.

My magic was emptied, and Benou returned to the human form beside me, on his knees.

How dare you fight so far with the spiritual art you have just mastered. My friend, he's amazing.

If Mr. Aerial stood here, we'd be irresistible.

I tell my trembling body beyond its limits to work a little harder.

Mr. Aerial saw us.

There was a hole in his chest.

"Oh... this"

He covered his eyes with his left hand and whined in a plundering voice.

"From scratch, you're working out again."

Splashes and scatters magic particles.

[Storm Brave] 's body was born of collapse.

- Mr. Aerial has left.

I think we've been stunned for a while. I couldn't feel it that easily.

'Cause I can't believe we just knocked him out.

Um, we'll take Mr. Aerial.

View Benou.

Yes, we are now Lemegeton and Benou. Remember that, words came out.

"Well done."

Benou said "Ha" with respect. Then we laugh at each other, little by little, behind the mask.

When he offered his hand, Benou grabbed it and stood up.

"It's our victory."

"Oh, by all the demons that came to this battle, they stopped the adventurers from invading."

Strange. If it was just me, I wouldn't have believed it.

Considering that we could have won because we all were there, it's so acceptable.

I'm falling apart, even in the final area, gazing at the wall where the camera seems to be safe.

"Whoever you are, you can never drop Demon King's Castle"

I'm really critical now, but I still have to say this.

This is also the job of the Demon King's Army Staff.