Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Gaiden Episode 40

The moment I was transferred to an ancient archeological site half-buried in sand, I knew that a fierce battle had occurred.

Buildings are crumbled around the archeological site, with carnivore-based compound monsters, chimeras or chimeras, as they were in the past, rolling around.

It's very similar to Nue, a variant of the cat who I fought long ago.

However, it does not mutate existing organisms, but seems to be made by force from carbon or water.

More than a dozen monsters, which can be seen from here, have fallen, and the postmortem-specific collapse of magical creatures has begun.

The members of the investigation team seem to be hiding in ruins, and smells and magical murmurs are transmitted. It seems that a magical gun was used, and explosions and flashes could be confirmed.

It's very close.

I carry my favorite magical rifle and run through archeological sites full of crossroads.

The streets are grid-like, like the ruins of a go board. Magical crests were engraved on the cobblestones, faintly flickering.

This is a technique that turned the city into a magic device, reported by the first transferor Ason.

This seems to be something of "Amagagatsuji". I feel like Ryuko was not talking about how the vertical and horizontal flows of magic collided.

But when that happens, it's strange in terms of age.

By the time Asson visited the area, it must have been an uninhabited desert.

The battle continued on the next street.

Jerik, who has blood smeared on her bandage, is kneeling in the form of a human. There was Fern nearby, but this is also a human figure.

Both of them seemed so injured that they couldn't maintain the werewolf form.

However, they both hold a sword and hold their fighting spirit.

The escorted sorcerers were also carrying slayers and were hiding in various ruins. Occasionally light bullets fly.

You can hear the kite commanding something loud.

As long as you follow the trajectory of the light bullet, the remaining enemies seem to be one.

I follow the light bullets to see what's going on.

"This is it!"

The explosion of light from a magic rifle and the shout of Friede.

Apparently it's still safe. I was in time.

But as I ran in the direction of the voice, the situation was more unilateral than I had expected.

Friede lends a shoulder to Shirin, releasing his sword with one hand. Shirin also has a twin sword and has not yet abandoned his will to fight.

However, the opponent of the two is apparently unaffected by the explosion of light bullets.

Is that the boss this time? He is a tall, mongoloid man by prior life.

The costumes are kimono, Heian morning hunting clothes.

I see, almost.

The enemy is consolidating his magic and trying to do something with Friede.

I had my gun's “attack”.

When I fired a light bullet in full auto, the opponent defended by some means.

`` Muh !? ''

Indeed, do you have defenses?

And you need to use it.

In other words, if this amount of light ammunition is properly used, it cannot be intact. … I mean?

"Is Fride safe?"

I walk slowly in the dust that is already rising without letting go of my alarm.

Friede was full of abrasions and covered with sand, but she looked back at me and made her look shine.

"Father!"

Oh, dad came.

However, when I do this, I feel that the younger generation cannot gain experience.

Is it Okay.

I smiled and muttered.

"I can't quite retire."

"Oh, captain!"

"I'm here!"

"It's okay!

"I was saved ..."

From the ruins of the archeological site, members of the research team look into their faces.

Please bow down because it's dangerous.

When I tried to hear from my daughters, the enemy caught my mouth without reading the air.

"What a guy"

"I'm taking it in now. Take your name."

"I'm Ason. I'm the father of Wa. Prostrate and ask for my forgiveness. Then ..."

I praise me for being honest, but I'm not impressed with that lie.

I laughed and kept my guards on guard.

"Don't lie. You're not Asson. He's back in the world. You're a fake."

"..."

Hey, don't shut up there.

I guess everyone in the investigation team is watching me from here and there.

I want to make another quick attack and determine his ability.

If not early, the teacher will come and clean up everything.

Then it is the teacher's sermon time.

That's long ...

But unlike this guy, I'm a man who reads a little bit of the atmosphere.

continue.

"Most of the magical intelligence lacks some of its ego to prevent counterfeiting. A little conversation can break it in a single shot, so you can imitate Ason's personality and appearance. Humans, too, are trying to pretend to be rulers. ''

"..."

So be silent.

The composition of Fake Ason's body is almost the same as the carcass of Nue, which was just seen. Unnaturally uniform magical power distribution unique to magical creatures.

It is unknown whether this was caused by an error or by the will of the entire site.

Interesting, but more careful verification is needed.

"I don't know why you're doing this, but it's easy to stop. If you destroy the archeological site, your physical structure will collapse with the loss of magical power."

That is all for explanation.

So, everyone, head back and hide.

However, there are some things that bother me.

"This archeological site, neither the age nor the style, belong to the Old Dynasty. These are all reported by Ason. What happened to him?"

"Speak wisely. Did you think you could answer?"

It remains a mystery as to whether there was a deal or whether he copied Asson's memory and personality.

In terms of location, it is highly probable that Ason's treasure was enshrined here.

I want to look into it, but fake Ason does not seem to be cooperative.

"If you don't want to answer, you don't need it anymore."

I'll be on the alert and go ahead in front of the Friedes.

"Flyde, go down. This is my father's job."

"But Dad, it's a special magic ..."

As Friede shouted in a hurry, fake Ason tied something.

"Receive Shimorou, magic mirror curse!"

A storm of light bullets attacks us.

It seems to be mimicking the full-auto shooting of the previous [Assault].

"It's definitely special"

I raise one hand to create a swirl of magic.

The power of enemy light bullets is quite high. It is equal to the original. The accuracy of the copy is high.

But I have been absorbing magic for over a dozen years. A veteran cleaner who claims to be a magic vacuum cleaner.

I handle this much magic on a daily basis.

The vortex of magic created at the fingertips sucks a large amount of light bullets.

It's really just a copy, no originality at all.

I was a little disappointed.

"But it seems unlikely to be powerful. Like personality, magic is just like a monkey."

"Delusion ..."

The answer and expression of this guy, it seems like I could not copy Ason's personality.

His personality is very different from what he hears, and most of all, he has poor intelligence and wit.

Say one of the jokes.

Although my academic interests are still running out, I decided to prioritize control of the situation as a Deputy Secretary of the Demon King.

I have to protect my daughter and important friends.

"Friede, don't worry about this. Don't worry.

"all right"

Sorry, Friede will reply honestly.

I looked back and laughed at the Friedes.

"Both of us fought safely and well. Another one."

"Ehe"

Friede scratches his head and laughs as if shone with a sandy face.

"Thank you, uncle"

Shirin also nodded vigorously with a scary face.

Then, the voice of the kite resounds.

"Mr. Weid, his magic capacity is about 700 kites!"

A kite in a ragged cloak shouted at me, borrowing shoulders from a young magician.

"The whole city has thousands of kites of magic, but not enough to create a war god! We measured and calculated many times together!"

The kite was covered in dust, but he had a tough smile.

As expected, my deputy, my army's magician. The kite helped me in the drowlight treasure.

He has about the same magical power as ordinary people, and cannot use attack magic.

But he is one of the strongest sorcerers that Milardia boasts.

This is a scary human being.

I immediately turned my eyes on Fake Ason for vigilance, but raised my hand lightly to thank the kite. I'll have to treat me later. Leave it to me.

Even if the enemy has a stockpile of thousands of kites, it is known that a blow is heavy if the caster's capacity is that much.

It will be something.

No, let's do something.

I step on a stone pavement and transform into a werewolf.

With the explosion of magical power, the overwhelming power is exhausted, and the muscles of the whole body excite with fighting spirit.

No matter how many times you transform, this moment is good.

The irreverent being, who claims to be Ason, is rapidly charging magic from archeological sites. A huge force field is occurring.

I'm going to use great tricks.

It is bad if you do not disturb.

"Woooooooooo!"

The magical cry of a werewolf shakes the entire archeological site.

Soul Shaker, the mystery of the wolf.

Take control of the magic of the field and take it away.

Alright, he seems to be able to absorb the magical powers that Fake Ason has taken out of the archeological site. It was gradually flowing here.

He is richer, but I can steal the cash he draws from the side of the ATM.

"Nup !?"

He was prepared, but apparently did not notice the subtle changes in magic.

"Did you ever think that such a beast would bark and pass? I would be irreverent in my sanctuary. I am the King of Wa, the ruler of eternity."

"Such a royal laugh at this level"

That magic is higher, but I'm higher as a magician.

There is plenty of opportunity. The rest depends on how you fight.

Fake Ason gently flips the kimono hem.

"In the end, this sanctuary has spread throughout the continent, and once the barbarians have been destroyed, it's overgrown again ...?"

Oh, I guess it's a ball that sucks magic.

"Now are you manipulating the flow of the air vein. It's a tantrum at the edge of the beast."

Barre.

Fake Ason appears to have no means of regaining his magic, and is drawing new magic from the archeological site. It's like he's going to do some big tricks again.

I prepare for melee while spreading the whirlpool of magic.

Fake Ason alone has a magic capacity of 700 kites. Unless you abandon your will, you can't leave it open.

"The mythical era is over. Old-fashioned relics shouldn't start squirming now."

It's finally time for humans and demons to live together.

The era of killing each other just because they are demons and pagans is over.

You're doing well, so you don't have to reincarnate, you're a hero, and you don't need to come out anymore.

In my words, False Ason frowns unpleasantly.

"I'm missing you. But you're quite a master. Yeah, a brave man ... or a demon king?"

"No. I'm not a demon king."

False Ason asks again.

"Who are you?"

I kicked the stone pavement at the same time as I was ready.

"It's just an aide"