The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Sagan pulled out a Rank SS monster, the King of the Dead Living Dead King, or a sword falling back to his waist.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

With a quiet groan, the living dead king rocks.

The swing gradually becomes small pieces and eventually the body appears braced.

The brake becomes a vibration, and the vibration causes ominous winds around.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

The groan becomes odd, and the odd distorts Sagan's face.

Azley's face is calm. And the pouch next to it too.

If you two survived the Demon King battle, living dead kings are not opponents now, even if they are rank ss.

But this time it's Sagan fighting the Living Dead King.

A chunk of talent to play former jihadist Azley and call him a genius.

But even though they are warrior emperors, Sagan is also human. There was no way Sagan could have settled down before a strong enemy he'd never fought.

Cold sweat eventually becomes fat sweat, and the distorted face eventually changes to the face of determination.

"Haaaaaaaa!!

Sagan sets his sword and puts his foot in front of him, with which the living dead king begins to run.

"Colour!"

(You're good. I dared to match Sagan's movements and shook the void. You can't let a man-shaped monster get distracted because there's something like this)

As Azley thought, Sagan was struck by the void.

Sagan pulled back the leg he put out and showed him the structure of the response, and the living dead king jumped up.

"Ha!"

Sagan receives both hands of a living dead king that is unraveled down.

"Ngu!

Sagan's arms and legs become enlarged with temper ringing.

"Ooh! Good muscle!

"No, no, no, no!

Azley's puzzling words disappeared into the void, Sagan's feet buried in the ground, but the Living Dead King attack came from the front.

Sagan shakes off the living dead king as he eats up his teeth.

"Damn...... you're still stiff!

Sagan looks at Living Dead King's arm, which he should have received with a blade, but the outer cloth split just a little.

Even though they are about the size of humans, they are still SS ranked monsters.

"If so..."

(Fire magic... right)

Azley and Sagan find the thread of the offense within this battle power difference and the Living Dead King's offense.

With Azley's strong gaze on his back, Sagan zeroed his grin and concentrated his magic on his left hand.

"I see, are you switching to the attack of a magical subject"

Azley, with his hand on the tip of his jaw, watches Sagan move and squeals.

Sagan's dominant hand is on the left. But the sword remains in his right hand. With Sagan's strength today, he has to rely on his opponents for the magic and magic that a delicate map of the universe requires.

Because he understood it himself, Sagan breathed heavily to concentrate, and vomited.

"Huh!"

At the same time that Sagan began the map of the universe, Living Dead King approached Sagan as he jumped to the left and right.

Sagan's eyes did not try to follow it against his visibly traveling opponent.

(The lateral changes do not occur when entering the nostalgia (two places) even when trying to move large. Movement outside the scope of the rest of the sword, you don't need to worry...... NOT!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Living Dead King showed up trying to keep himself low and dive in.

Sagan instantly detected the threat and made the attack go away.

Powerful attacks cast the face of Sagan's sword, but the impact is stunning.

Living Dead King, who twisted his body straight up from the bottom, migrated to kick for Sagan's abdomen.

Sagan turned the face of the sword he had just received into a blade tip again, a moment of direct strike. I identified the moment... weakened.

The kicked sword uses Sagan's arm as a fulcrum to draw a brilliant arc, and it goes toward the person who unleashed the kick.

Living Dead King realizes the threat of his power returning to him.

But at that moment, there is strength in Sagan's right hand, who was weak. Living Dead King's Attack, and Sagan's Power. The instantaneous offensive power created by Sagan's gall power and skill had just the power to make Living Dead King's eyes serious.

Immediately after, however, Living Dead King's eyes turn to surprise.

gall strength and technology. That's not the only card Sagan has right now.

It is the light that shows at the end of the eye of the living dead king.

It's not the Sagan threat (right hand) that emits that light... left hand.

The magic put in my left hand is only trace.

But it was a great obstacle magic for the living dead king.

"Barstow!"

Boldness and technology - and magic.

Sagan's sword went faster and more powerful than earlier to the living dead king.

"That!? Not fire magic!?

"Nice aim! Leol, the mask!

The Living Dead King deviates greatly from his body and tries to cross Sagan's sword.

But Sagan's speed of spinning the universe exceeded the rate of evasion of the living dead king...

Unique sound of metal being struck. The shock sound rocked Azley's ear loudly, but it showed a great deal of facts in its eyes.

Living Dead King crossed his hands and received that sword.

But the price paid by taking it was enormous.

"I got one...!

Sagan's words out of the back of his belly.

There is one arm bordered by the sword. On that one arm, I just left a few scratches.

But the other arm...,

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!?!?

Living Dead King's right arm falls to the ground.

"Ha... that's awesome"

A word of admiration from Azley to nature and zero.

"What do you say, Leol, the mask? What about the rest of the magic?

(It was certainly fire magic that was drawn along the way. But Sagan widened the ceremony boundaries along the way...! And what Sagan drew in the frame was a new magic formula. I mean, this is... magical redrawing in a cosmic diagram... this is...)

Azley knew about this technology.

Because it was once one of those things that I myself researched and abandoned.

"... relightmagic"

"Leol, the mask... the country can't just go around doing one thing. When broadening our horizons, we also take forceful measures. Leol, ask for a mask... he'll definitely screw the rest with this hand! Hahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hey……………"

Azley's face changes.

Sagan, the warrior emperor who laughs loudly, before his opponent whose fighting power is clearly higher than his own.

Creativity matters. Azley knew that, too. But what Sagan taught Azley, the master, was something else.

It's not like straight creativity...... the idea of screwing it with force.

"... you can't lose"

Receiving Azley's exuberance in her skin that sparkles her eyes, Sagan looks at the living dead king, who, once grinned and laughed, has once again become a distressingly distorted face.

(I can't believe I'm supposed to be the one to teach. This is... the real reason I'm here in this day and age...! You got one... God)

Azley then noticed his face smiling bitterly and shook his head (wearing it).

Because if you looked like that, you didn't know what to say to the Porch next door again.

(Is that it? And the Pooch guy? Like you haven't said a word since just now?

Azley sees next door thinking so.

Porch hadn't seen Sagan or the Lord.

And it was easy to see that the subject was not a living dead king either.

Because Porch's body was pointing completely at the other side.

Azley quickly understood that his eyes were sharp and vigilant, and that he spent a long time pounding.

"Something's coming."

A word of Porch was only delivered to Azley, who was next door.

Because Porch hated it when it sounded like Sagan in battle.

Azley turns consciousness in the direction Porch is pointing. Keep your physical orientation intact so you don't give Sagan any extra information.

The signs of approaching were not so strong.

I figured that out to Azley and Porch.

(Not many...... no, not one?

"Rank SS monsters and coming closer to having us... how hungry monsters are they?

heterogeneous magic drifting here. There would be no one nearer here if it were meant to be.

Azley's magic is powerful, albeit falling.

And there's the strongest pouch on the spot.

Although inferior to both, there are also rank SS living dead kings and sagans.

"Still coming... maybe you're a little stupid"

Azley groans bitterly, and Porch's eyes are opened.

"Ha ha!?

I made a sound like my pouch fell out.

Did Azley hook you up to such a Porch reaction, turn your face towards you?

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!

Hiccups and approaching shadows as they drool.

Eventually I showed the red and black body surface to the two of us, and the way it approached me.

The body is very large. I just said Rank A to S.

But they rounded their eyes.

I felt like I had seen that behavior somewhere.

The two lean their necks and roar "NHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

And the moment they saw it illuminated by the moon, they zeroed their voices.

"" Ah!

Porch close to his fellow countryman (,,) fronts his front leg, and Azley's face nibbles "No way".

Faces that cannot be confused by hunger still resemble someone (,).

And then Sagan squeaks at the edge of his eye. the name of that individual. -,

"... Wolf King Garm"