The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

At first, Lilith thought it was an illusion that her running lights showed. I wanted to think so. Yet Seika stands here in reality. He rushed to Lilith's pinch and saved his life.

"It's okay, Lilith?"

The gaze remained fixed on Ljuvius and Yuka asked.

But Lilith does not answer it, suppressing the emotions that are likely to overflow and asking the other way around.

"How come you're here? Isaiyoi..."

Lilith trusted Isaiyoi. I had never seen his prowess in person, but I still felt certain that he was more powerful than Evening Incense.

If Isaiyoi would help, but he believed he would take Evening Incense away from the city. If he would care about Evening Incense, he couldn't have sent him off to such a life-threatening battlefield. That's why Lilith left it to Isaiyoi. Lilith couldn't understand why that was here now.

Sunset only let her eyes swim for a moment,

"Hit me, I'm coming."

I said with a bitter look.

Yuka, who would be inferior in strength than Isaiyoi, hit him and came this far. It's a puzzling story to think about normally. But Isaiyoi has some sweet verse in Seika. Lilith suppressed her temples so that she could have a headache when she was poked there.

So Lilith didn't notice. That Yukata, who is turning her back on herself, has an openly relieved look on her face.

"What do you mean..."

Ljuvius, who stood up while the two of them were talking, murmured with a look that seemed stunning and dumb.

"Why are the walls still there...!"

Ahead of Llevius' gaze. There was a barrier appearance there that maintained its usual beauty.

"You mean you could have prevented Hel from bracing? No, that's impossible. If..."

Ljuvius' sharp gaze pierces Evening Incense.

"Your work or human...!"

"I don't know, that's not true"

Staring straight back, Yuka carries her hand through the sword of her hips at any time. I waited from behind there but it takes.

"No, Mr. Yuka. His strength is different. There's no way you can win...!"

It's Lilith who actually fought, so I know it hurts. Evening incense has enjoyed remarkable growth in the past month, but still does not extend to Ljuvius. Ljuvius is too strong.

"I'll buy you time. Yuka, you run away in the meantime."

Lilith rises again with the remaining knight sword in her hand, praising her face for the severe pain running on her shoulder.

Lilith tries to walk out in front of Ljuvius in an unbridled foothold. But Evening Incense's hand was offered to block it.

"You can't push it. You can't even wield a sword with that wound, can you? I'll take care of the rest, and Lilith will take care of the injury once she leaves."

Lilith groans powerlessly at the rare and accurate point for Evening Incense.

Lilith's flesh has already crossed its limits. One of the weapons has also been lost, and you can't expect her to be a rank A adventurer right now. Lilith understands that better than it is about herself.

If you think rationally, it's obvious that Sunset should fight, not drained Lilith. But emotions reject it.

Still young looking and adorable girl. That's what Evening Incense looks like in Lilith's eyes. Age, appearance, personality, circumstances, everything is different. But the girl to be protected tried to fight was reminiscent, helplessly, of her former Lord.

I don't want her to fight. I don't want to lose it again. This time I have to protect myself.

Lilith took a step to be driven by obsessive ideas, trying to take a second step,

- Lilith.

I was forced to stop walking by a voice with a soft but single core through it.

"You don't have to worry about me. More than that, Lilith came back to everyone and took command."

"Duh, why?"

"I want Lilith to protect the wall. From what I just saw, it was a pretty tight situation."

That said, Evening Incense glances over the wall.

"I can leave it to Lilith. Summarize all the adventurers and manage to hold on. In the meantime, I'll take him down."

"It's lame! I don't care how much you give him."

You can't win, Lilith swallows words under the powerful eye of Evening Incense even if you try to tell her so.

Lilith had seen these eyes. The eyes of those who accomplish something, specific to those who are prepared. The eyes are now fragrant.

"Trust me, Lilith. I'll definitely take him down, I'll take care of this place."

Evening incense that I declare confidently. Lilith lost the earliest word to stop as that little back felt helpless and big.

There is absolutely nothing in this world. There's absolutely no basis for Evening Incense either, it should be, but somehow there was a sound in Evening Incense's words that I wanted to believe unconditionally. It felt like something was going to overshadow the overwhelming difference in strength.

- Maybe I can entrust it to her.

Lilith, often distressed by meditation, opened her eyes slightly to cut off her strays.

"I get it. But I want you to promise me one thing."

That being said, Lilith looked directly in the eye at Evening Incense.

"Be sure to come back alive."

Evening incense laughed innocently at the promise,

"- You're welcome. I'm never gonna die."

I answered with tea glare.

An easy-going, uncomfortable tone that I don't think puts the mighty enemy in front of me. But that reassured Lilith the other way around.

Lilith saw Ljuvius only once, squeezing the remaining knight sword and walking away from the spot.

At last, Yuka, alone, zeroes her exhale to remove the strength of her shoulders and turns her attention to the relative Ljuvius.

"Is the farce over?"

Ljuvius looked to Evening Incense with a rugged look. I'm just saying I won't miss a tiny bit of every move.

"You're quite a gentleman to wait on me on purpose"

Evening incense stands ready to draw swords at any time with the exasperation of hostility.

"I'm not going to wait and do anything else. It just seems like you have a lot to ask me."

So Ljuvius looks up to the sky.

Ahead of his gaze, there's a pitch-black dragon fighting something (...).

Blow white flames, wield hook claws, and scatter shock waves from growling. It just seems confusing and rampant when you look from the side with all those things aimed at the void.

But it was another sight for the two of us here.

"Eye deceiving moves? And you have a reliable companion who can fly all the way to the sky, human."

"Come on, I don't know what it is"

Evening incense that returns motionlessly to the sickle of Llevius. It was a calm response as if I had anticipated it in advance.

Deciding not to be a glimmer in that attitude, Ljuvius also takes a fighting stance.

"If you only want to cut white. Just ask that body directly."

Questioning only increases the will to fight unnecessarily. Evening incense also pulls out his sword and exercises physical strengthening accordingly.

A breath-taking urgency envelops the two of us.

- I'm begging you, Isaiyoi.

He groaned so in his chest, and Yuka ran out for Llevius.

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At first, the soldiers left on the fence did not understand what had happened.

I should have stood ready to be swallowed by the brilliant white flames that were looming until now, but I don't feel any pain or heat for long. No, maybe he was burned out in an instant without even being able to feel it. If I thought so and opened my eyes, my vision had the appearance of soldiers tilting their necks, just like myself.

They're all alive. The fence also remains without losing its beauty. The white flames ahead were as if they were illusions.

But some of the soldiers were witchcraft savvy magicians who understood exactly what had happened. Therefore, the magicians stood up with a uniformly stunned look.

A commander noticed the condition and asked them to contain the confusion.

"What happened?"

"Oh, perhaps some sorcery was exercised to protect us. But......"

The sorcerer looks around at the other sorcerers in line behind him. Everyone is shaking his neck sideways that he is not himself.

"There is no one here who can handle enough sorcery to protect us from that white flame. No, I can't believe you could have exercised such an unscrupulous scale of witchcraft before that..."

Impossible, that's how the magician wanted to disconnect. But in reality, we were protected. By the hands of an unspecified sorcerer. They couldn't have more admitted than they were.

I perceived the sorcerers' grip and the commander stopped questioning them any further. Or because I realized that even they couldn't explain any more.

To the soldiers who, like themselves, cannot escape the chaos, the Commander sends precise instructions to those who remain to launch an attack on the surrounding demons. However, the aim is only small and medium-sized, with great care not to irritate the lacquered black dragon.

"Looks like you can keep it for a while now..."

But the Commander's expression is not excellent. Needless to say, the presence of a pitch-black dragon nestled far above. Besides that, an unspecified sorcerer.

As far as dragons are concerned, they are completely enemies, so no problem. No, we have a problem, but we have a good distinction between enemy allies. And we can't help it because we're beyond what happens on our own. So it's no use worrying about it.

But it's also unclear whether the enemy side is human or not when it comes to the unidentified sorcerer. We can be considered human for once because we protected ourselves, but we can't even say that we are.

In the first place, the commander looks around wondering where the hell the magician is, but I don't see a magician like that.

"If it's gonna happen, I want you to be on our side."

With that in mind, the commander returned to command of the soldiers.

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Around that time, Isaiyoi stood literally in the sky directly above the battlefield, speaking of Teng himself, who protected the walls and the soldiers.

Isaiyoi looks down at the struggle to make himself invisible with phantom magic, to nestle gently in scaffold formation in the void, and to wash his blood with the blood that spreads directly beneath him.

"I didn't know so many demons were alive..."

Isaiyoi's gaze, groaning with concern, is fixed on one point on the battlefield. There, now, the most powerful demonic family in this battlefield, Ljuvius, and the intrusive Yukata, were clashing.

"You've got a problem..."

Whimpering with a sigh, Isaiyoi sees his front.

In front of Isaiyoi, the pitch-black dragon - Ljuvius calls it Hell - roars to widen and intimidate the black wings.

Right now, Isaiyoi is completely invisible. That's not the exception to Hell in front of him, but whether he captures it by instinct or by a feeling other than vision, Hell does seem to feel Isaiyoi's presence.

"Obviously a mutant. Yeah, a step ahead of the demonic sublimation."

A mutant species is literally a mutated demon from a normal individual. Mutant species basically become more powerful individuals than normal species, and some species have inherent abilities as well as demons.

Even though it is troublesome enough, this dragon is a tougher individual than a lousy demon, one step ahead of the demon sublimation. In Isaiyoi's view, perhaps three months from now, this dragon will evolve into a demonic tribe of reason. By then, he's a powerful individual.

"It's a hassle, but do you have to do it"

That said, Isaiyoi is unarmed (...). I don't pull out a sword that hangs on my hips. Instead, this time we will use magic in its entirety.

Isaiyoi has never shown himself to use magic in public since he boarded the human continent to this day. Therefore, even if I am suspected around Lilith, I can't use witchcraft, so I get a different valve. For that reason Isaiyoi had decided that magic alone would come to this battle.

Nor is the exposure of the identity that was at issue in the conversation with Yuka, if Isaiyoi has never been able to fight. Even if someone who is invisible was fighting and suspected of being a demon tribe, it is just a story if its spearhead is not directed at Isaiyoi. Pretty reasonable, but some of those soul balls.

Purely because I haven't used witchcraft here lately and it also means I want to make sure my arms aren't dull.

"Well, let's start from a light place"

unwillingly, Isaiyoi constructed a surgical ceremony without chant and in an instant,

"It sounds like you're a bad hater. Don't fall too fast, huh?"

An absurd amount of Fire Bullets appeared to count around Isaiyoi. That number is slightly over fifty.

If a man tries to do the same thing as this, he must have as many magicians as the number of fireballs, but it is a light spot for Isaiyoi.

Isaiyoi relentlessly unleashed a shower of Fire Bullets on Hell who seemed heartless or stunned.