The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

More than five hundred years have passed since he was summoned to this world as the Demon King. Although I don't know the exact number of years because the person has given up counting from around 300.

At the beginning of his summons, he was excited anyway. I was summoned to a fantasy world like comics and novels, there's no way I'm not excited. Except as the Demon King.

After the brave, it is classic when it comes to classics, but I was still puzzled. Still, he was leaping his chest in anticipation that it was no different from the other world summons.

It was a year or two after the summons, when I was quite familiar with life in different worlds. One of the brave men summoned by the human side came into the castle of the Demon King to defeat him.

The battle against the brave became fierce. Double-cut thousands of demons with a swing of the Holy Sword, and crush down the Demons. That irrationality is walking in clothes is a word near his side at the time.

Still, he didn't give up. He put in dozens of demonic tribes with arms of his subordination and unnecessarily displayed the original magic he assembled by applying the knowledge of the original world.

As a result, he made many sacrifices to half-destruction of Demon King's Castle while still beating the brave.

He was purely pleased with his victory over the brave. I was more than happy to protect all the demons who had spent quite some time.

And then, as originally planned, a ceasefire agreement was concluded with the human side and a happy ending. There will be some dissatisfaction from the demonic side, but as an ex-human, it was impossible to kill all humans. Coexistence if possible, non-interference if not possible. As far as he was concerned, he wanted the direction of coexistence.

But his wish didn't come true.

The sword of the brave who kept it alive as a negotiator with the human side - the holy sword suddenly shined.

When the Holy Sword rose alone - he stabbed and pierced the brave man who was right beside him.

Everyone on the spot, including the brave ones, could only stand up to the sudden.

And when those who were there returned unto me, the brave man was breathless, and the holy sword was gone without a trace.

I had no idea what had happened.

Why did the Holy Sword kill the brave? Where did the Holy Sword disappear? What the hell is that holy sword in the first place?

With everything wrapped up in mystery, the battle against the brave became a one-off curtain. But the demons' faces don't float. Especially as the Demon King, he heard the words of the brave man at this time, but the shock was one.

"I want to die, I don't..."

Seeing a brave man pleading with the colour of despair in his eyes, he understood, for the first time, the nature of taking a man's life.

For some time after his battle with the brave, he had spent his days blindly and innocently. It must have looked painfully like he had lost his soul. The neighbors worried and cared about him all the same.

Life went on for months with such a bitter air.

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It was around the time when he headed towards the comfort of what was, little by little, due to the efforts of his proximity. A brave man appeared before him again. In that hand, carry the same 'Holy Sword' that day.

How could it be there?

Why do you have it?

Why, why, why...

The conclusion I found in my dignified thought was to destroy the Holy Sword above all else.

But no amount of magic, no blow, no slaughter could crush the holy sword. On the contrary, the beginning and end of taking the life of a brave man, just like before, and disappearing into the light.

Coming here, he finally understood.

No matter how many times you defeat a brave man, it makes no sense.

Said it wasn't the brave men who should be defeated, it was the holy sword.

Years later, a brave man appeared to him without sexual punishment. Carefully carry the holy sword.

He made one suggestion to the brave. Give me that holy sword, and the Demons will promise no interference in man.

But the proposal was not accepted. In the end, I just repeated the same thing again.

See you in a few years. A brave man appeared before him. And he died in front of me.

Years later. A brave man appeared. He died in front of me.

His spirit wore off significantly as he repeated it many, dozens of times. It was also tantamount to torture for him to continue to be shown the sight of people dying in front of him, coming from a peaceful world far from the taking of their lives and so forth.

Still, it didn't break, I guess, because there were all the demons who supported me in the bias.

It supported my nearly broken heart, Ill.

Guided swordsmanship, Gainos.

Together we developed a new magic trick, Rem.

All the servants who work for the castle.

Everyone was warm and irreplaceable.

But even then, the Holy Sword takes away ruthlessly.

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It was the tenth time a brave man had visited.

He waited for a brave man at the back of the castle, between the thrones, following reports of a brave raid from his side.

By this time I was able to return the brave man by myself. It seems that the continual defeat of the brave has raised the level, and the stats have risen accordingly. Hate Although he does not have the skill to see status and can only guess from the reactions of brave men with status openings instead.

He sat alone on the throne to prepare for the coming of the brave men in order to keep everyone in the castle away from the aftermath of the battle. But wait, brave men never show up. He floated a colour of impatience on his face in a different way than previous brave men, who were supposed to have already broken into the castle but didn't show up.

I have a bad feeling...... From a feeling similar to such vague bug news, he explored the magical position of the brave man.

The magic of the brave was undoubtedly in the castle. But the place was the problem.

He slammed through the floor without worrying about the castle collapsing, and hurried to the basement where the brave reacted.

By the time he got to the basement, everything was already too late.

The floor was stained red with a good amount of blood, and the arms and legs of the creature were scattered everywhere. They were all, the home of his heart, a family-like presence in this world.

Why, why not. We should have multiplied defensive junctions here and diverged them from dimension to dimension. How could that be so......

The answers to the myriad questions that came and went in the chest were in the hands of a brave man sitting calmly in a sea of blood.

- Holy Sword.

Oh well, he's convinced. In front of the Holy Sword, the kingdom is the same as paper. It was such a substitute, where we diverged the dimensions, slashing and tearing them apart for each dimension.

Two letters of despair fill his heart.

The families who supported me, most importantly, were uprooted. It was the time when I wanted to die here because of the irresistible loss of my body and mind.

Something rolled at my feet.

He immediately understood what Sole was. But the mind refuses to understand that fact.

A brave man told me to chase him there.

"Ahhh, I liked that woman a lot. I'll keep you around the corner, but what's a demon king? I waved as hard as I could because I was too persistent."

A brave man who laughs and proclaims what does not seem like a brave man's word after all. I hung up on something that the word had been stuck in him all along, with a pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Despair is anointed with anger.

Releasing all of his power, he rammed with passion.

Kill the brave, not so tired, invade the human continent alone. Cities and cities were attacked and devastated with allowances.

Its appearance of doing as much as atrocity with anger would have been nothing but disaster for man.

Returning to me in a rough rampage, he stood up on the rubble of a pile of buildings to be deposited.

I lost something to protect. I lost my temper to fight. I lost the point of living. Same goes for the earliest shell removal.

I'm tired already.

- Let's die.

As soon as I think about it, I pour my magic into it and activate the magic. The magic of causing a great explosion was exercised around itself, and the place where the city used to be turned into a soaking crater.

In that blast, he had fallen on his back with the look of not knowing what had happened.

The magic was activated. There was also pain. But he didn't die - he didn't.

Whether you are nearby witchcraft enough for your flesh to disperse, or pierce your chest with a sword. There was pain, but death did not come.

Finally, he exposed himself to the blow of the holy sword of the brave man. But this flesh has endured it.

The number that seems insane, the harm caused by continuing to defeat the brave and increasing their level and status. It is a pseudo-immortality that became too strong but thus happened.

When he realized the fact, he was once again desperate.

It will not come true to die on its own, postponing the task of returning the brave in a castle where no one is.

This is like - a curse.

Anyone. - Kill me...