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

When a man in black floats in the flutter and wind, he jumps off the upstairs seat with one leg jumping.

The man stepped down on the stage, gliding loosely, like cotton wool riding the wind. The front side is much closer to the guest seat than the center where John fell. Are you no longer interested in the Pope who shot out?

Belial glimmers a mask in black in the shape of a ghost.

"Kisama won't allow it. Destroying the happiness of Stella and Nina in this way... you deserve to die."

Belial, who grabbed the pattern of the sword and made a chirping noise, still rushed up to the stage and had the atmosphere of being slashed by a man in black.

I tell her to keep her tone down as low as possible.

"Mr. Berial will protect you both. Nina's built-in crystal defense alone is a little unforgivable."

Belial, who pulled out his sword, nailed it on the spot.

"Damn...... ok. This is the place to follow."

Stella burns her eyes red.

"Then I'll settle for you."

The man in black stared down at Stella from the top of the stage. I can't read my face or expression in a mask, and the man is silent all the time.

Still, it seems the Demon King is going to stand up to it. I continue to advise the demon king of brave taste over brave men.

"Mr. Stella, please make sure you can return at any time. Because each person has a role."

When I applied physical enhancement magic to myself, I jumped on the stage.

The man in black doesn't even look at him and remains staring at Stella.

The less I was, the man's outfit was as good as mine. You're so illusory as to be confronted with your own shadow.

"Well, I have a few questions for you, and you can answer them, right?

I open my left hand gently and slowly pull out the light slaughter sword. Then... the man in black created magical power in his hands in the same way.

The power of darkness. Refine it in a bar shape. It's the dark version of the Light Killer Sword.

"Are you telling me you reproduced my moves at a glance?

There was no verbal response from the man, but the cutting edge of the sword by the magical power of darkness was directed towards my face without sound.

It's been a long time since I've felt declared war directly in front of you.

"Confirm hostilities. Migrate from normal mode to combat mode. Running rate of Magic Conductor increased to 81.6%. Defensive magic module deployment. AMF (Anti-Magic Field) Output Stable. Liquefied arms for melee combat. Mirrored surface layer (mirror-coated) completed by Sacred Silver"

Behind my back, Pi stands with holy mercury wrapped around her arms. I guess not using demonic light cannons is to keep sleeping people out of it.

Pi tells me.

"I'll set you up. Please measure the enemy's combat power."

Jumping over my head, Sister Golem is slashed from above by a man in black. Mercury, which covered his arms, vibrated fine and had the power to break even the rocks.

The man in black hasn't even cut his attention to me while avoiding Muppy's attack from the sky with a single piece of paper. Who... this guy?

Sister's silver brilliant arms poke, cut, gutted, stabbed, and spinning.

Common to all movements, I wasn't motivated to kill. The late (hence), difficult to read. Golem Girl's gaze is almost impossible to read the attack behavior because she is constantly staring at the other person's face.

Besides, Pi even had his vigilance and attention to the counterattack, which he broke into the attack.

The attack is said to be the biggest defense, but this is a throwaway onslaught - more importantly, the problem lay in the fact that it didn't lead to a man in black.

The dark sword of a man in black, pays, distracts, avoids, flashes, and strikes back. Pi flushes all over his body like a breeze, and the man doesn't even feel disturbed breathing.

Belial breathed under the stage in this momentary offense.

"What... what's the move now..."

Belial would have understood the horror of a blade storm that didn't kill Pi and an intact man who really tried to kill him because he was a martial arts person.

I just wanted to add up, but I didn't see any gaps on the man in black. If you step in poorly, you are caught up in Pi's rambling and fighting each other.

I twist around the back of a man in black. From the bottom of the stage, he said, "That's the Great Cleric! Bad Wisdom works! Butch him in from behind!," he raised his voice.

Usually it's like, "What do you do with roses?" And I'm about to put in one of the scratches, but this prospectus and other guys in black have found out.

but for a moment in Stella's voice...

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The masked face turned towards the red-haired girl. Did the man in black notice Stella as the demon king?

Then I can't even solve Pi's attack lightly on stage.

That's all the power, and if you're after the Demon King's life, you should point the blade at Stella.

Either way, Pi didn't miss that gap.

"There was a disturbance!

A painful slash split the man's left arm open.

But...... the man in black pierces Pi's left shoulder with the dark sword of his right hand without raising one voice. Confront - that moment.

"Now, my lord!

Where the two legs stopped, I slammed the slaughter sword full swing into the face of the man in black. The mask cracks to pieces of wood dust, and the man blows up to a good (kamiko) stage sleeve.

Pi pressed her shoulders and crouched into the spot. I'm blowing white smoke out of my whole body, and I'm on the verge of a heat rampage.

Belial can roar from below the stage.

"Tap all at once, Seiklid! Drag that man out onto the stage!

In the darkness of the stage sleeve, a man in black stands loose. The man covered his face with an open right hand. A glowing blue eye in the gap between my fingers stares at me.

The hair spilling from the hood is silver.

Like a mirror, the man looked just like me. From below the stage, neither Stella nor Belial can see the man behind her sleeve, so she gazes at me and waits breathlessly.

A man in black standing in the front - a wise man. It's like my own shadowy man's left arm is overflowing with blood.

I find it tempting to beat myself up, but if I still don't know half who this man is, I still don't even know what the Pope's intention is to snipe him.

I duplicate the slaughter sword and set a target for the wise.

"I can't listen to you when you're dead. You'll pass out for treatment, too."

The moment I tried to take a step...

Behind the stage - from the ceiling around the installation of a giant golem mimicking John, the voice of a man who seemed to notice.

"A sage puppet puppet for two...... you're just fine. I'll crush you all together."

White horns on blue skin and a demon tribe with a third eye on his forehead - Laksha hung like a cloud ladder on a beam (stirrup) of ceiling stripping, and when he let go of his hand landed on the chest of the golem.

Stella puts more vigilance on the intrusion of the advanced demon clan. Belial is also nervous about the emergence of further enemies.

Laksha tells.

"I was just looking for a chair... this big fat ass apparently works"

The demons hang their hands on the giant John chest hatch. On the way, the Demon King built the primary icing magic and let it go to Laksha. The only reason I didn't use the magic of great power was to take care that Stella wouldn't spread the damage... but she's not the one whose restraint makes sense.

"Seiklid! I'll stop him, so get that black masked man quick!

Laksha seemed to know that Stella's magic was a restraint. Even with an icy blow like an arrow, he remains flat in the face.

"If you're going to do it, come on... you should have made it all magic. It's too late."

A man in black cast a spell as he opened the hatch and the Blue Ghost boarded the giant (Golem).

"Is it metastatic magic... I won't let you"

A wise man trying to escape by multiplying this, but I try to interfere and obstruct the metastatic magic the man in black builds.

But I couldn't. It must be the magic of the mobile system, but the magic used by the wise man is the "return magic”.

The figure of a man disappears with light in the darkness of the stage sleeve. The arm of the man who was cut off also melted softly into the light.

At the same time, a giant who was standing back like a stage background oscillates, raising white smoke and slowly starting to move.

What if Sage was aiming to be in this situation?

Either way, it would now be a prerequisite to dealing with the giant Pope Golem that moved in front of him, rather than the wise man who ran away.

If this guy is going to break loose, the people in the venue, of course, could be devastated by the city of Malikha.