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

Gunya and a sight of disgusting shades opened.

But the disgusting shade of sky remains intact.

All I could understand was to say that it was an endless wilderness and that everywhere, everywhere, the smell of dry dead trees and the landscape of nothing was just spreading.

I wonder what it is.

This, a feeling similar to despair.

I think I've seen this view somewhere, and I remember this despair somewhere.

I miss you, I miss you so much, but I also feel open.

I wonder why. Where am I?

"Do you miss it, Magiliva"

Across the street, Istarte stood flat.

Istarte's left arm was stuck with a silver little shield.

Besides Istarte, there is no Nathan. Neither is Lena, who should have been at my side.

Istarte looks up to the sky sadly.

"This space is a reflection of the Mayday, where there was nothing at the beginning, really."

"There was nothing, Mayday?

"Yes. All there was was was heaven, earth, chaos and... love. It was the great tree that symbolised Mayday that connected them all."

Istalte turned his hand far away.

Far away, blurry, big tree-like things float. It's just as uncertain as a mirage.

"Did Nathan make this space? King of silver, what the hell are you letting me create this space for?

"Ha. For what? It has been decided. I'll never forget it."

……

Istarte sounded his black boots, stepped on the earth and kicked the pebble.

The corn and pebbles rolled, eventually stationary.

"I remember what's important that you've easily forgotten."

"You said it was a sin not to remember. Well... I've heard someone say that before."

"Are you a collector? Well, I guess he keeps a lot more memories than I do. That's why it's troublesome. He has no special magic, but his memory is more powerful than anything else."

……

"Read the course of history. be ahead of time. Memories of the past are the power of prophecy."

Istarte, king of silver, spoke pale.

I felt like I'd never known her before, thinking calmly and talking.

"But that doesn't matter anymore either. The overwhelming force tramples even such a small worker. Your power was essential to his plan, Maguiri, Va. But you die here again. Now I'll kill you."

"... oh, you're telling me I can kill you?

"I can kill you. If that's the case."

Istalte stabbed the sword in his right hand into the earth, and raised the shield of his left hand in the sky.

"Come on, my doll. My greatest work."

It sounded like ground.

Zung, Zung and something huge crawls through the ground and comes this way.

Far away, blurry shadows gradually grew.

"... Giant soldier?

I wonder how big it is. I found that to be a giant soldier, but something seemed fundamentally different from the giant soldier I've ever seen.

Countless arms are stabbing the earth as if they were roots of a tree, moving the fuselage.

Mechanical sounds like gibberish are uncomfortable.

Every time I approached him, I felt unspeakable and strange.

I don't know what that is, but it beats fast.

His face seems to belong to a person, but his expression is calm and his eyes are closed.

Innumerable patterns of scratched, distorted and varied bodies and serene expressions like saints disproportionately felt even fear.

"............... this"

I've heard of it.

Giant soldiers of the Mythical Age. A former giant soldier (original) who tried to bury God.

Princess Shatoma said to be on guard because Istarte doesn't know where to bring this up.

I didn't expect to see you like this.

"Heh. You have a big doll, young lady."

"It will be beautiful. You'll be jealous.... my eyes are prettier."

Kusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

For a moment, I felt disgusted because the original closed lid opened slightly.

I felt pressure, like my body had been entangled in countless hands from under my feet.

The body takes the liberty of perceiving it as its greatest fear and retreats.

"Artifacts, the covenant of the Queen of War..."

Spears are attached to the earth and the name of their own artifact is uttered.

This guy can't be defeated with a half-breed weapon, and he can't destroy it. Because I knew that.

What I imagine is an armored weapon that can bury this giant soldier in one shot.

A weapon that previously appeared during the ecclesiastical festival in the Kingdom of Ruskia, buried the type Ellis, a giant soldier type load type, inspired by the Demon King class.

Istarte, while alert to my artifact, touched the original and cast a spell.

"Shem Ha Mefo Rogue"

The giant soldier also gradually opened his eyes narrowed to his forehead by the spell of Istarte.

Blood-colored eyes embedded in a saintly face capture me.

The giant soldier opened his mouth wide and emitted a treble that was heavenly and close to screaming.

Nothing. The world rocks.

I still don't stop the artifact from unfolding. Eat up your teeth.

Here, we have to destroy this guy.

I must destroy it.

That was intuitive.

Blood about the cut is not enough.

I stabbed myself in the thigh with the dagger I had taken from the soldier.

Cut one room of hair too and drop it under your feet. To increase the amount of information.

"I command you in the name of Machia the Red Witch. Destroy that giant soldier!!

Blood formed a miraculous red fountain, which gave great magic to the artifact.

Countless magic formations formed around me, also in front of the eyes of a locked-on giant soldier, line up.

I'm faster than an enemy attack.

The giant soldier tried to take a position protecting his own eyes, but the bright red magic formation formed under the feet of the armored weapon fired a straight line of laser light at the head of the giant soldier earlier than that.

It was a destructive artillery shell that clamped and scattered everywhere through the cloudy skies of heaven. Is the space slightly cracked or the light stabs in?

The head of a giant soldier becomes dust in an instant, and its flames cover his body.

Princess Shatoma said.

That giant soldier's weakness is probably his eyes.

Giant soldiers have few weaknesses, but if you destroy both eyes, this giant will also be destroyed.

That's what I thought.

"Shem Ha Lutas"

To the burning giant soldier, Istarte gently cast a spell.

Then, once the flame that burns up and wraps the giant soldiers that were becoming dust and smaller grows again, the flesh is reconstructed so as to rewind time.

The giant soldier's body was wrapped by something silver, like wrapping clothes around it.

"............ what?

Finally, both eyes glowed dull and fit in the face.

No scratches. Even if I put all my magic into it, this guy will never be destroyed.

That's what I realized.

Perhaps destroying it won't get him out of the world.

By some other reason, this giant soldier is allowed and protected to regenerate.

"Hehe..."

Istarte's creepy laughter reached my ear.

"Excellent... boulders are my dolls"

It's a voice as if it's sloppy.

Istalte touched his own giant soldier and told me.

"But let's just say boulder, Magillieva. This original, even once destroyed, would be difficult to use anything in this world. You're the only one who can do it."

"... how could you..."

"This is it."

Istarte fronted the silver shield on his own arm.

"Silver Shield, the artifact of the Creator King. Also known as" the love of circulation. "A shield is something to protect, isn't it? My ability is to create. What connection do you think there is?

"I don't know, I don't know."

"Hahahahahahahaha. That's crude. You have the ability to fight and destroy, but you don't know that."

Istarte laughing angrily.

"This shield is the biggest defense. Absolutely, protect the subject. The shell of the Toyota Queen is also the greatest defensive artifact, but how special this is to me is that the range of defenses is still dead."

"... are you still dead?

"That's right. … how long has it been since the concept of death was created in this world? I still hate death. I'm going to take everything that matters. If he dies, you can't protect him if you want to. So the biggest defense was never to die. That is, regeneration.... reincarnation."

……

For a moment I don't know what he wants to say, but with the word reincarnation, I'm hacked.

That is a word that we in the Demon King class cannot ignore.

"How many laws of the world do you know?

"... what?

"That's all I laid down. Giganto Magilliva At the dawn of the end...... the reincarnation mechanism of the Demon King class was the logic of the world, necessary to sustain this mayday. Included in that logic is the regeneration of this original. In short, this original can never be destroyed as long as I exist."

……

I wonder how much that cost us.

It was taken lightly for a while, but when you tie your lips together, you point your armored weapon at Istarte.

"So if I kill you, he dies, too?

"Ha. You weren't listening to me? My artifact is an absolute shield of defense. You and the Absolute Destruction have a relationship of contradiction. You can't kill me."

"But you're also saying that you can't prevent my attacks, right? Then it's worth a shot."

Magic accumulated in armored weapons. Grip the decorative blade of the weapon's handles and replenish the blood.

Istarte can't die easily.

While I knew that, it should be noted that I shot the cannon of destruction with all my might.

"The covenant of the goddess of war. Let go."

"Shield the Creator, protect me."

Istarte also pointed his shield this way again and chanted low.

My shelling was bounced by a shield, becoming countless fireballs and attacking the original. The original drilled holes all over the body, but immediately wrapped in silver protection and regenerated.

The power of the two contradictions killed each other and eventually produced huge amounts of energy.

The visible light cast the earth, eventually becoming dissonant, and both I and Istarte were engulfed in its magical waves.

Everything is in a white world.

"Hey, Magiliva. Do you still love Klondor?

In the brain, Istarte's voice sounds.

Collision between artifacts and artifacts. Correct dissonance. Behind it, we talked.

"Tell me what's wrong with that."

"Maggie, Va. You're a stupid bitch. Always and forever, keep pursuing Klondor. It hasn't changed since the age of mythology. You're like a murderer to that man..."

"... Huh?

Istarte's words reached his heart well in the silence beyond the noise.

I felt the words poked at my chest.

"Yes. Once Magiliva... Klondor, fascinated by the golden apple, and tried to stop the battle against the Giants (Giganto Magiliva), in consideration of his life, used the magic of turning 0 into 1. And he's dead."

"... magic that makes 0... 1?

Therefore, the symbol of the battle is Magiliva.

Not because I started the war, but because I'm the goddess who ended it.

The words of Istarte turn away with the bragging of the trees of the great trees.

There's another voice.

The laughter of the children.

I should have come to this world with nothing, hoping to escape despair and just be happy.

The kids were just supposed to be given the power to get everything they wanted.

Yet a dispute arose.

Why? Why?

Because I wanted to protect what was most important to me.

Many words, emotions, and tidy vigeons pour into me, unilaterally.

The golden apple was thrown in.

Giant soldiers were created.

Many things died, and nations perished, and the earth was burned.

The land of the dead is full.

The world was distorted.

Still, the fight is not over.

Those who loved have already forgotten themselves...

We have to stop it. We have to stop it.

If I don't stop, no one can stop those two feuds anymore.

I want power.

Creation and space, comparable power to the two who build giant soldiers.

If it's to gain that power, I can dedicate everything.

Even if I don't think it through anymore, if I have the power of reciprocity, I can break into battle and go in.

I can see it in that guy's sight again.

I want power. I want power.

The power...

Dyed flesh bright red, in a devastated ancient city, lying in crumbs of collapsed giant soldiers or in rubble gaps, poured out of the sky by many bands of light, yet struck by the rain that keeps shaking...

I saw a vigeon of a woman who was about to stick to the floor of death exactly now.

It soon became clear that that was what was once Para Magiliva.

A dull colored, worn robe wrapped around him, bending over, raising his voice and crying.

Slightly blonde hair can be seen from the gap in the robe.

There was a dark-haired man staring at us like that, a little further away.

Just blurred, showing the dead woman's remains in her eyes, and then dropped the sword in her hand.

Dropped it.

That was the end of the war.

The two artifacts resonated and the visions, which showed in a moment, disappeared again, far into the light.

I can't hide my confusion, I forget to even protect myself, I'm caught in a blast and blown high in heaven.

Not to miss that gap, the original moved one arm quickly and captured me.

"Ha-ha-ha. I got you, Magilliva! Still, you're a natural enemy. Only you can't let him live!!

Istarte rode on the original shoulder and said, "Shoot!! ordered."

The original generates innumerable spheres in the head, creating billies and dangerous magic.

Something like a silver thread crawled into the sky like a spider's nest, and now it seemed like it was just about to unfold infinite magic.

I managed to bring back into reality the feelings that were still somewhere dreamy.

But I can't help myself.

Not good.

I bite my back teeth all the time, but my body is shaking because of the vigeon I saw earlier.

This is because of unstoppable grief.

Even though I still don't understand what the hell is sad and I can't help it, the thought of "Magiliva”, who was on the other side of a distant memory, tightens my mind helplessly.

I looked up at the sky.

Will I die again if I don't do anything to resist, staying immersed in this grief...

Second, such an unpleasant feeling turned my head.

I don't know.

It's confusing and my head doesn't work properly.

Magiliva wondered what the hell she had in mind when she died.

Still, behind her eyes, her breathless scene remains clear.

My body hurts. I'm so vain as to why, I can't come up with the power to order destruction.

"What's wrong? Not even like you."

That's when I heard another voice.

This time the voice is neither of the past nor of Istarte, which is heard from the other side of memory.

Ever since I entered the royal palace, I had heard it sometimes, a nostalgic voice like it had guided me.

I stared at the place where the bands of light stretched a muscle, in the sky above me.

That's where I shelled earlier and it was supposed to be a distortion of space.

From that place, there are chilli and grains of light overflowing.

Eventually it drew a white magic formation, and it joined like a cylinder, covering my body.

"Fifth Commandment/Spirit Multiplication"

The white flame that drew the ring burned and slashed the original arm that was grabbing me.

I was thrown into the sky but hugged by a fluffy soft arm.

I was, someone helped me, on a giant bird, flying through the air.

"Eighth Commandment/Spirit Treasure Wall"

Immediately, the Spirit Treasure Wall is prevented from connecting the original silver magic conductor particle method poured down like heavy rain to countless magic formations.

Pushed by intense pressure, but managed to escape.

"Chip."

The Silver King has a surprising but negligible look.

……

Shisha and comfortable, the metal sound of that tin cane turned my consciousness towards the person.

The light-colored robe was numb.

Thin, soft hair, its refreshing air, clear eyes everywhere.

Bright white, straight, warm.

I haven't seen him laugh like that in years.

The grief sprouted in the back of his heart, the confusion, the emptiness, is melted before his smile.

"Maki, what's wrong with you looking like that? You wouldn't be the girl to fall in a place like this."

The person tells me.

With me in his arms, he descends from the spirits of a giant bird and lands on the earth without a sound.

Straight, just straight, I was staring at him.

"............... Lily?

Just call your name, so much so that your breathing is going to be disturbed. I couldn't hold my tears to the joy of a reunion.

My legs tremble. Though I didn't think I could stand, he supports me.

"Maki, hold on. It's okay, because you'll be fine."

"Lili... but Lili... I..."

"It's okay. You've been making the impossible possible ever since. 'Cause I'm here. You're right in front of me again. [M] He's dead. He's back... Come on, stand tight."

Gently, but as all my anxieties could be seen, he entrusted one important thing at a time to the word and scolded me.

He gazed at me, took my hand when it got cold, smiled comfortably, and said:

"Together, let's fight, Maki"

It's Ulysses.

In front of me, I've always missed you, Ulysses is here.

A little more, a little more to meet, I always thought.

When I met him, I'd already thought dozens of times about what to say first.

But reality doesn't work that way, does it?

Still, I'm glad. Very, very happy.

He called me "Maki" once dead and back to this place without a doubt.

Because you told me to fight with you, as a matter of course.