Our demon king is coming. (formerly Mayday A Series)

The evening time is very short.

If that short creates a different kind of air, I don't know or know that magic is always restless with sawasawa.

The streets to the Medithet mansion on the part of the Patriarchate become very quiet with gradual loss of injuries.

It's like avoiding that family mansion somewhere.

Gone, gone, gone...

The bells of the Patriarchate sound.

It was then.

When the bell was still ringing, I felt the murderous urge to penetrate my brain as I ran across the street.

I know that hateful killing spirit. That's what I felt when I confronted him before.

".................. esca!!!

As I felt, I looked up at the clock tower of a research institute on the side of the Patriarchate. In its heavenliest neighborhood, the silhouette I've seen before.

He's really annoying.

Either way, it flickers the existence.

I ate my teeth, but in the second I looked back, I put him in sight and activated the Fortress of Magic.

From the experience of getting rid of him once, I made an image of the battle.

"Magic Fortress..." Interrupted Bridge on the Slope (Over Bridge) "!"

Many translucent monitors surrounded me and started building fortresses as instructed.

The interrupted bridge, built diagonally straight and stretched towards the clock tower, traps the presence caught in the range of that bridge.

In short, it's a magical fortress that limits the scope of action to each other. Light fortress of necessary magic with less activation conditions, with 20% physical elements.

"Gotcha!!

I pulled out my sword as I climbed up the oblique bridge with an esca in mind.

No matter how fast he is, he can't get off the bridge as long as I'm activating the over bridge. The bridge is broken, so there's no escape for him. The bridge is not connected anywhere.

The clock tower stopped time on that needle.

………

Eska was temporarily jerking off, but you figured out the situation, and I'm on my way and I'm rolling a ton of demon guided grenades. What a simple and luxurious guy.

But that's a pretty good offense in this oblique fortress. I took the slope backwards.

"Fuck you!!

But don't forget to tell me this fortress is my stage.

I wave my sword and mark all those magic grenades.

"Grimmind!! Extra!! Situate“ Crashing Square Sugar ”as a compressed space within the Over Bridge!!

"Yes, yes, billing"

The user demon Grimmind floats to my side and is constantly programming the Demon Fortress.

All marked grenades were broken down into sand grain sizes and compressed into squares as small as squared sugar. Cute and rolling down the bridge with Cologne.

……

Eska picked me up on her way over with a big fighting knife.

Each other's blades slide metal noises and are struck hard.

"Seriously, I'm freaking out ~..."

"... what?

"Really... you're an architect or something? Is that it? Hihaha."

I've never heard this guy's voice before. Somewhere unstable, the voice of a low man who says he can't contain his excitement.

When viewed on the side, it is an "esca” in mysterious fashion that says hood on bulletproof chocks, but the face on the other side of the hood still doesn't look good. Well, the hood, or the headscarf. This is... Two arms round, black headscarf. Wow, medium two.

Only heavily arced gizzard teeth convey a hint of the unusual pleasure of the guy enjoying this situation.

"Ah...? Are you nuts... the bridge is not in the building business..."

I tried to calmly identify this crazy (fashion sense) killer.

"The bridge is civil!!

Honestly, I don't care.

But as the word gained momentum, I waved my sword and broke his scaffold.

Took it away!!

I thought, but what he did was a boulder, he shifted his body from the collapsed scaffold and kicked up his leg, arranging a magic formation at the end of his boot.

"Third Commandment/Spirit Wall"

"Nah... Spirit Magic..."

Paaaaaan!!!

That's the sound of my sword being bounced against the guard wall.

This guy blinds an instant of light and kicks my sword straight up.

Shit.

An instant gap kills a magician with this type of combat style. And in this close-range situation.

He's got his mouth teeth out and a big grin on his face. He was changing the knife to a gun and pointing a gun at me.

"Broke one bridge leg!!

I screamed. Grimmind understands.

One leg supporting the bridge was slashed off, and this bridge, which lost its sense of stability, swayed up and down for a moment. A gunshot was heard, but the bullet was released diagonally and cut off into the sky.

Eska is frightened for a moment by the feeling of fluttering and falling, and takes a moment from me to rebuild her system.

A moment of breath seemed to have been made profitable by the running battle of tension.

"... chip... what a flawed building. It takes a little more magic to create. Ah, shriveled..."

"I'm sorry... because it's a setting called the abandoned bridge on the way... With lack of funds."

"It's so intelligent, dude..."

Gwang Gwang wobbly scaffolding has finally grown up.

I catch his actions on the edge of my eyes, but I take a sword that falls to the ground.

What the hell is this guy?

You're using spiritual magic, and you can't see the spirits.

In the first place, a killer who emits such an evil looking aura was unexpected to be a white magician who uses spiritual magic.

No, although white magic isn't always justice. Because the difference between white magic and black magic is only in its style.

"You're one of those advisory magicians who said that Boulder defeated a giant soldier... Pleasant, this looks like it could be judgmental. Is this what the other two look like? Ah?"

"... do you have the right to judge people aside from what you've done?"

"Huh? You're not getting mucky with that kind of bug-like judgment. Really, the guy from the south is too warm."

………

Pisci... Pisci...

From somewhere, there's a cracking sound of space going.

"Aww, Dear Thor, the squared sugars earlier!!

I looked back from Grimmind's panic.

The earlier grenade square sugar, which should have rolled down the slope, cracks and a small black turtle emerges from the inside.

As if hatched from an egg.

"............ Hot"

I blued. What a sight incompatible with the situation.

"Come on Spirit of the Quartet, Black Sea Turtle Bractata!! Eat space!!

"" "" Aisa "" "

Each of the newborn little turtles, responding with a high voice, began to grab the space in there.

I was really surprised by this. All over the Fortress of Magic that begins to creep.

"Ugh, you freaked out!! Hihaha."

"Oh, you... who the hell are you..."

I don't care what you think, I'm not the only one.

Never before has my magic fortress been eaten. It couldn't be. We'll have to disarm the fortress as it is.

"Dear Thor, there are distortions all over the space!!

"... damn!!

I open the release monitor in front of me and press the release button of this fortress indiscriminately.

Moment flutter and a neat feeling from the universe to the ground. The bridge was disarmed and we were thrown out into the sky.

I form a square colorless space in the universe, scaffolding it, but Esca falls in big letters.

Gone Gone......

The bells of the Patriarchate are ringing again.

The space of the Over Bridge has the effect of slowing down time, so the earlier battle took place only momentarily, once the bell sounded or not.

The guy who was falling was still grinning madly as he protruded his gizzard teeth.

I can see the eyes in the hood.

Sharp and glowing, eyes that have identified prey.

He's a hunter.

"Wait for my judgment (Judge)!! Good Luck!! Ha ha!!

………

He throws up a painful throwaway dialogue as he falls, draws a magic formation on his toes just before he falls, turns around and lands brilliantly.

"10.00!!

That sounded far and small.

Eska disappeared straight into the dark alley, and by the time I got down to the ground, I couldn't grasp his footsteps anymore.

"............"

I attacked the side belly, distorted my face by the pain of being choosen flesh and brought to the walls of a private house in the alley.

An unpleasant sweat runs away.

I chose a much lighter fortress than when I defeated the giant soldier, but the risk is huge and small.

"............ ha"

The healing magic has already worked in the body, and the slightest part of the body that has been wiped has begun to repair.

"Thor!!

Did you feel the magic fluctuations, or it seemed like Melvis and the captain of the Demonic Knights came looking for me.

"... what's the matter, nod at me like that. No way he got hurt in the fight against Esca!?

"No... because it's okay now"

I exhale one thing and get up squeaky.

Not if you're nodding around here.

"Captain, I'm sorry. I let Eska get away.... I need Machia now..."

"You don't have to worry about that. Miss Machia seems to have returned to the royal palace earlier. The Twilight came to tell you."

"... is that right..."

It's like I'm relieved, like I'm out of my mind somewhere.

Unforgettable esca eyes. That man is honestly dangerous, and he can't be insulted.

Besides, I use spiritual magic. But somewhere, I felt a different feeling than the spiritual magic that Ulysses uses.

He's a lonely killer with a completely different style than me, Machia or Lily.