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

Like a frog scorned by a snake, the girl of the Sucking Holy Princess remains on the spot.

Stella enters the battle squad. Although the Throne Room is made wide, it must be indoors. The Demon King chose Intermediate Wind Blade Magic.

The redhead girl barks as she targets the black shadow floating on the throne so that she can release the wind blade at any time.

"Limrim, stand back! Seiklid, please aco and cannon!

"Yeah, we wrapped them up in wallproof magic on the verge of a collision, so we're not taking care of them."

Acorns and canons that looked like they were stuck in stone walls, but my wallproof magic has done almost no damage.

As soon as he stood up, Cannon showed a bare gesture pushing the bridge up with his fingers even though he had no glasses.

"Oh, my God, it's tough, Lord Aco."

"What's wrong, Cannon?

"Until just now, my vision was good, but the distance was kind of blurry and I couldn't see it."

Perhaps the influence of Limrim's magic power has completely disappeared. After many blinks, the eye-catching canon seems to have returned to her original vision.

Ako took the blue framed glasses out of the tool bag.

"Yes, Canon. I brought spare glasses to see if this could happen. It's a new body!

"Oh! Now you have a hundred times more vision!

Wearing glasses greatly restored the vision of the cleric apprentice. The courage seems to be multiplying a hundred times.

I knew this would calm you down.

My cock lowered my brow butt looking sorry.

"I'm sorry, Canon. The glasses of those who are not spares..."

"It's fine. We are now returning to the front."

Saying, Kanon put his fist in the palm of his hand and made him act like he was pulling through softly.

"It's not Lord Seikrid's exclusive patent. Together with our recent learning experience in Malikha, this is a revelation."

Removing the glowing stick from his palm, Cannon stood up. The output hasn't stabilized yet, but it's definitely the magic I specialize in - the Light Killer Sword itself.

"Come on, it's a battle! I don't know who you are, but there's no good reason to make Lord Rimrim cry."

That pompous rabid cleric apprentice was showing visible growth.

"Right. Let's go, Cannon. Rimrim, you have to save us."

Former brave men and cleric apprentices lined up.

On the front is a small back of a rim rim and a black shadow stuck behind it.

The shadow is precisely a collection of darkness, and from a face like a black anointed, you cannot know the expression. The silhouette was a long man in a cape. Wavy long hair spreads fluttering across the universe, with demonic wings on the man's back that make it about triple as huge as a rim rim.

I just feathered it two to three degrees, fanning it gently, and the whole room of the throne rang. Shockwaves of gusts fang at us avoiding only rim rims.

Before I deploy the fence again, Stella transformed the intermediate wind blade magic into a "wind wall" to offset the black shadow shock wave.

What can I say, without the talent of the Demon King, it is impossible to wipe it out completely. Stella doesn't like fine control, but her increased concentration was pushing her magic to the next stage.

The demon king points to the black shadow.

"I won't allow this to come out of nowhere and smash us all into friendship because of this."

A man like a dark doll made by collecting shadows, but his mouth slowly opens.

Red like blood opened all the way to the edge of the jaw. The scope of opening is not that of a person.

"It's a rim rim. My beloved daughter."

When the shadow growls so, step by step from the throne podium and stand in front of the Sucking Holy Princess.

The shadow looked down at the rim rim, which was frightened and could not even wander, with its red mouth open like a three day moon.

Intimidating magical powers, Ako pulls out his lower back sword.

"It's not a good face for a parent to make a child of...... thats!

It just looks like it was painted black to me. Stella and Cannon alike, but Aco had the emotions of a black shadow man as if he could read.

Demons in the first place - I don't even know if they're saints. My impression is that negative ideologies such as resentment and ghosts and evil spirits, but they emit too intense a presence when it comes to phantoms.

Perhaps the evil is “visible” to the cock.

As Rimrim closed his feathers and gripped his fist firmly in his chest, he raised his voice.

"You can't come. Oh! Guys, leave the rimrim thing alone and get away with it. Ahhh!

Aco kicks the ground and is slashed by a shadow man, as he is thrust into motion by a trembling voice.

A finer steel sword than ever, but the shadow man gently shook his cock off with his arms with every blade of his sword.

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In the meantime, Canon grabbed his arm and pulled it as he ran to the rim rim.

"If you want to run away, I'm with Mama Cannon. Even if it looks like this, I'm very good at running away."

But Rimrim's legs don't leave the spot like he's rooted.

"No, you can't. You have to do what your dad says."

The black shadow is fussy and spits something like black smoke out of his red mouth.

"I'm sorry to say, but is it Lord Rimrim's dad who's so freaking out?

"Ugh, my dad... he died a long time ago. You can't be a demon king. You're untrained, you're like that... so Rimrim wanted to be a demon king for his dad too... to free his soul."

It is an evil spirit with mass and entity. The power of the throne must have made it a mass of evil unrivalled by those Necromancers and such.

The resentment of a man who could not be demon king looked to Canon's arms. With its thin arms around it, he shakes up his knife. like a sharpened obsidian blade. With that hoisted at the height of the apex, the evil spirit told Rimrim.

"Friends have to choose. Because the Suckers are noble."

Where the rimrim tries to shake Canon's arm.

"Let go, Cannon!

The eyeglass girl doesn't move hard as she clouds her lens with her nose.

"Yes, I don't like it. If you're Lord Rimrim's mom and friend, you can't pull it here."

No matter how grown, before the blow of the evil spirit, it would be like a dead tree, such as Canon's arm. He is a perfectly mean, caring, burning junior.

Ako said, "Cannon, come on!," he said, raising his voice, while the shadow man's knife was struck down unharmed.