This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

There is a bridge over the Rhone River, the great river that flows within the boundaries of the Wang capital.

I said Golden Gate Bridge.

That bridge, which extends a kilometre in length, seems to have existed in the place for a long time before the King's capital flourished.

The famous historians say it was "made by ancient civilizations that remain around the world"?

The exterior walls damaged by the rain storm were repaired every few years by the artisans of Wangdu, and only the exterior architectural style was repainted by the current wind, he said.

The width was about 30 meters wide, and it was wide enough.

I mean...

"I've been waiting for you. Mr. Blue Devil Tribe."

It is a perfect place to persuade the senior demons to approach the Wang capital.

…………

It is silence that has returned.

As Ako and Kanon testified, the Demons had blue skin. Thin and long limbs but not thin and thin, he is in a shape that shrugs away waste and leaves only the muscles behind.

I walk round my body forward with an extreme cat back, but if I correct my spine, it would be about the same height as mine.

The devils tied the protruding mouth of their fangs to the letter to, and one of their foreheads remained closed, out of three eyes that were bearded and drowned. The open eyes had a dull red color.

Unmaintained bossy blonde with two white horns stretching out of her forehead. Pretty much matches the sightings.

The tiger pattern outfit was torn by the way. The way he was weaving his fur vest around his neck had an exhilarating sense of youth.

A black gold bar with a toge in his hand comes to the middle of the bridge as he drags it to the ground and stops.

"... ah"

Without intimidating, the demons raised their voices a little like they had fallen out.

"I am a priest on a journey of passage"

"That joke face...... what the fuck"

Even today ('· ω ·') the mask protects my privacy. Long live anonymity.

"I'm a little shy. By the way, I'm with the Pope's Office Anonymous Senior Demonic Persuasion Team."

Weirdly tightened up while appropriately made up departments.

"Ok...... kill"

The demons lifted the gold bars without even naming them and took them on their shoulders.

"Please wait. Are you sure you want to use your name?

"I'll teach you a souvenir of the underworld...... it's Laksha. You don't have to call me that."

I feel deliberately murderous. Stella, as well as Iceburn and Pigmy, have stuck their sharp enemies out of comparison.

I also snort that you swept away my goddaughter's maid.

"I'd like to check with Mr. Laksha, why did he raid the city's libraries and other facilities with books?

"To bring out the wise..."

"Are we going to Wang Du because we can't find him?

Often, senior demons enter the Wang capital. but I have not allowed the Great Divine Tree to enter upper levels areas such as the Royal Castle and the Pontifical Agency at one time.

The upper security and vigilance junction barrier, nothing compared to the liberated lower town, is more severe.

"It's no use just going, so good luck. No matter how advanced you are, you're not the same local city you've ravaged."

"No matter how many bunches of miscellaneous fish... it doesn't matter"

Neither did the adventurers who rose to the crusade stand blades on this demonic clan.

"Because the Wang capital is all elite, and more importantly, there is no wise man. Everyone gathered in the center of power, power, money."

"Enough..."

I'm being honest with you about the facts, and unfortunately, the Devil Racksha came at me with his fangs peeled off.

Unprecipitated self-defense. This hand type was originally meant to stop here because if left alone, it would sprinkle damage all over the place.

Pull out and pay off the slaughter sword of light on hand and receive the gold bars that have been waved down.

Gagong!

And, under my feet, the cobblestone smashed and my body buried to the edge of my ankle. It's like a pile being hammered.

Shit. Fast enough to miss the motion to shake up the gold bars, not a single blow heavy enough.

Aco said it wasn't quick, but the first speed of stepping in and the beauty of movement is quite something.

It's been a long time since (...) and (...) also seem to be (...) opponents.

"I took it..."

"I'm working out a little bit."

I jumped out gently in the rear and chanted the self-enhancing magic fast on the set.

"Speed Enhancing Magic, Physical Hardening Magic, Muscle Enhancing Magic"

I just got enough time to ask Laksha again.

"Why are you looking for a wise man?

Around ten years ago, on the edge of the desert zone, the twin sisters of Lavina and Luluna left word of curse that they were ominous, and appealed to the inhabitants of Las Vegigas to take Ako's life even before the birth of the brave Ako.

Even recently, the name of the wise man came out of the mouth of the advanced demon tribe that was rampant in the Wang capital...

Laksha sighs with the gold bar on her shoulder again.

"Unless you kill that man... I can't be the strongest"

Is it wise for a confident man to call himself the strongest, the one with a broken nose?

"When did Mr. Laksha meet the wise man?

"Just now... what are you?"

"I'm also interested in sage travelers. I'd love to meet you."

Laksha shook up the gold bar with one hand.

"You are here... to die. Completely dead. Carve it into your heart so that you never show up before me again."

The closed eyes of the Devil's forehead slowly open.

Golden eyes. Unlike the dull scarlet of his eyes, he glowed with magic.

There may be special powers such as delusion and brainwashing. but (', ω, …) special lenses sharpened from holy crystals are used in the masked eyes.

To some extent, it will also prevent the effects of the demonic eye.

And from what I thought, Laksha laughed with her nose, "Huh..."

"Come on... let's get started, humans"

Without waiting for my response, Laksha jumped in with the gold bar in place.

Meet with the slaughter sword of light. The moment the golden rod and the slaughter sword intersect and become a pressing force comparison...

Suddenly the empty left hand of the demon clan stripped ('· ω ·') from my face.

I didn't mean to be alarmed, but this is the perfect time to read through our breathing and body movements.

But how did you take the mask? Even a fist shot would have been more effective on me.

Laksha, who threw down the mask, stared at me... and the Demon Clan took two or three steps back so I could relax.

"Are you... smart (...) person (...) huh!?

There's no doubt about Laksha on my face, and I said so.