Chapter 386: 377 The cruel reality that was lacking
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"Amaterasu
Jiro's mineral tree, which shines as if it reproduced the heat of the sun, and its activation timing was nothing short of exquisite.
The roots of the mineral tree, which made the gods attack and catch it, created a brief moment of stagnation.
But this was not an opening.
Even if you could stop their attack, even if only slightly, it would mean nothing against the gods.
I know that very well.
You can do your best, and you can only deliver one attack.
But that one attack was crucial.
Jiro's Amaterasu was the trump card of trumps, and even the demon king was wounded.
Even if there's a god inside, his body is flesh and blood.
Even if it's strengthened, its sword will cut through your defenses without question.
After all, humans are so wasteful.
I should have.
Did you think the sun would hurt me?
That fiery blade was indeed smashed into the god's neck.
But the blade didn't bite a millimeter and was stopped by a white flame in front of its soft skin.
"Lick it as much as you can, human.
An attack that prides itself on absolute confidence, and that's why it's all you can do.
The price of that all-out effort is an insurmountable gap.
After exerting all your strength, your body goes rigid and takes a few tenths of a second to start moving again.
Jiro's body, which was moving by instinct and spinal reflex, is no exception.
Decay!
Therefore, there is no way for Jiro to avoid the light of the burning sun.
The gods judge without pity and without feeling for the human man who made the wrong choice, without pitying him because he could have fought as an equal for just a few tens of seconds.
For a brief moment, a white light illuminates the entrance.
However, the power of the light burns Jiro's body, which was strengthened by the dragon's blood.
That's a dragon with a reputation for toughness. Does he still have breath?
Blown away by the light, breaking down walls and lying face down in the rubble, Jiro despises the fact that he's still breathing, as if to say, "Nitsia, put a stop to it.
'Nishia, put a stop to it.
"Very well. My father.
But God, seeing no need to take a hand off, instructed his daughter, who was farther away than expected, to turn her back on him.
"Turn your back on me, impious.
Leap in front of it in an instant.
!
Run!
Only Himik and Muille were able to react to the movement, but Himikku's body has gone rigid with fear.
Muille pressed the memoria on her back, quickly formed a magic blade and sliced into her without hesitation.
'Nonsense.'
He was not moved by Muil's actions as he threw himself down to protect his grandson, great-grandson, and son-in-law's wife, and the god cut him off with a single blade as he came before him.
''Gaha!''
A series of actions like a hero cutting down miscellaneous soldiers without any resistance allowed.
With that action, Muille's eyes widen as he is cut off deep in the chest.
The blade has reached his lungs and wounded his heart.
The wound is definitely fatal, if not instantaneous.
A vital blood vessel is wounded, and more blood rushes out than you can imagine.
"Do not pour this foul blood on me.
He is not allowed to fall down on the spot.
The impact, triggered by a single glance, blows Muir away and sends him flying through the air.
The attack also destroys every body of the warring dark elf muille.
Limbs are broken and bones inside his body are cracked, echoing throughout his body.
It's hard to say how fortunate it was that he wasn't killed instantly.
Ahhhhhhhh!
The sight of the scene drove Himik to step in with all his might, his fists clenched tightly together, as if to drown his fears.
'Raise your hand to my father or you're a bad girl.
The attack was never slow, nor was it ever weak.
Its speed surpasses sound and a rock struck by its fist would be blown to pieces.
With such power, the god would easily catch the attack with one hand.
You must be disciplined.
Clench that fist.
The action is too much to call it discipline.
You hear the crunching of flesh and Himik's face twists in pain.
Run! Suela!
Knowing what will happen next, Himik himself shouted at Suela, who had turned around for a moment to push her back, then raised his remaining hand and delivered another full-body blow.
"Do not resist, my daughter.
I know it was not a blow that would buy Suela the time she needed to leave this place.
But it was a blow that I hoped would send her one step further away.
"Do not let me see your horseshit!
Such a blow would seem haphazard to the god.
The god brushed away his clenched hand and deflected Himik's attack with his free hand.
"Sleep, daughter.
Grasping her hand, stained with her own blood, she blows Himik away with such force that it bends Himik's body into a crooked shape.
But that's not enough to make Himik succumb.
He spreads his wings and kills the momentum, landing on the ground.
He endures the pain and tries to leap at it, no matter if his ribs are broken or not.
When we meet again, be the same honest girl you were before.
A magic circle is deployed on the ground where Himikku lands, and a chain of light shoots out from him.
'Seal formation! Shit!"?
Figure out where that magic circle is leading to, and Himik is impatient as the chains are entangled in his body and slowly being sucked into the circle.
It spreads its wings and flaps its wings as if to resist, but it is losing, albeit slightly.
You'll be sucked into the magic circle gradually, but Himiku is desperately trying to escape.
You're going to be able to get your wings entangled in the chain, and you'll have no way to resist.
''Ugh! Not yet! Yet, I am!
It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this one, because it's the only way to get away from this place.
I won't let you go.
Memoria's last badge of consciousness is the last straw.
The Blood Rose Garden.
Formed a cage by thorns of blood.
Layers and layers of crimson thorns obscured the sight of the god and blinded Suela.
But it doesn't matter.
As if the god didn't care what magic the dying memoria had unleashed, with a single flick of his sword, the warding collapses in vain.
Without even a glance.
As the god was about to take a step forward, a being stood in front of him.
".........
Suela.
An act that would waste the time that Muil, Himik and Memoria had made for her.
She was facing the gods as she was begging to get away, even one step farther.
She didn't even give him time to wonder if she was begging for her life or if she was going to raise the white flag.
Reveal! Balrog!
Suela summoned the biggest trump card she had.
A great composite spirit of fire and shadow.
A huge spirit with multiple arms, formed by the fire of shadow.
Destroy it!
The trump card of Suela, who has given her arm the magical power of her entire being.
The Balrog attacks boldly as if it were a series of wild blows.
.........
In the face of the attack, which even a fierce angel can pass through the damage, the gods do not change their complexion, but rather let their gaze wander as if to say that they are not interested.
The two babies who disappeared from Suela's arms.
The gods were looking for them.
''You're in my way.
Cutting
With a single swing, the Balrog's body cracked sideways and seemed to vanish.
But...
Not yet!
The performance of the compound spirits is not dignified.
Shadows belong to the darkness, but are inextricably linked to light.
Fire belongs to the light.
Can it withstand my attack?
Can it withstand my attack?
It is a spirit that has a powerful resistance to the attribute of light.
Fire and shadow joined the sliced parts together and made the Balrog shake his fist again.
"But it's still futile.
As if to resist and even question why, the gods murmured and cut off the Balrog again.
"Huh.
The Balrog has lost most of its body, but its attacks cannot reach the gods, even though it returns to its original form and resumes its attacks.
Yes, the Balrog is indeed a powerful spirit that can pass through the damage if it is of the cut-throat angel class.
Furthermore, it has a strong resistance to the light attribute.
But that's it.
It can only withstand divine attacks and its durability is not limited by the cutoff of Suela's magic supply.
Most of her body would be wiped away, and regenerating it alone would consume an enormous amount of magical power.
Just by hitting the rebuilt Balrog for the third time without hesitation, the great spirit would be engulfed and blown away by Suela.
''Huh!
Before she can put up the barrier, Suela, blown away, will try to summon the spirit again.
"Not yet!
After summoning the trump card spirits, Suela's remaining magic power is negligible.
Still, she will not give up.
The wind spirit that links her to Suela carries her child away from here.
(Kaylee, I'm sorry.)
Beyond that he apologizes in his heart to his own best friend.
It shows that he cannot see his child grow up.
Believing that if she can escape to the place, it will be all right, Suela, like Jiro, decides to disperse here.
Soul Exchange!
If there is a lack of magic, there are several ways to create it.
While many of them are not fast-acting, Suela's method is.
Her own soul is limited.
She'll cut it down to regain her lost magic, a move no one does except in an emergency.
Oversammon!
In addition, it will re-reveal its own trump card by investing more magic power than the usual price of over-summoning.
An unpretentious means.
The devastation of Himik the Cutthroat Himik being defeated like a baby.
She senses this, and decides to fight to the death.
The overuse of her magic crests is causing her to nearly overheat, but that doesn't stop Suera from summoning.
The Balrog is not alone.
A wind hunter, an earth warrior, a fire thief, a water sorcerer.
All are the maximum strength a humanoid Suela could have.
Normally, even a single spirit would consume a lot of magic power, yet she summoned a total of five spirits at once.
''Go!
But still .
Can't you see I'm calling it a waste?
The gods were powerless.
With a single swing of his sword, he could do so much damage to all the spirits except the Balrog.
"It is not in vain.
The word of God is supported by over-summoning the screaming body with the spirit and denying it hard.
Because it was a word that negated all the stalling that had begun with Jiro.
Jiro had risked his life to protect Suera and the others.
Muille, risking his life to stall for time.
Himikku risked his life to gather his courage.
Memoria risked her life by pushing her injured body.
Suela risked her life for her child.
It was not in vain!
Unable to admit it, Suela flatly denies the word of the denying god.
The surviving Balrog also makes its body copious in response to its will.
The fists continue to swing without stopping, no matter how many times the god's blade is applied to its body.
Whenever the Balrog is injured, Suela heals the spirit, and when the magic power is about to run out, she scrapes her own soul and applies it to the magic.
It's almost there, it's almost there, Suela told herself.
No matter how much magic she had available, the Balrog's reckless use of it had left her dazed.
She can perceive that the spirit carrying the child through the spirit's contract is just a breath away from escaping into the safe zone.
That fact was the only thing that sustained Suela's mind.
The summoner's blade, which is trying to kill Suela, is protected by the body of the Balrog, even if the cost of the magic is high, and allows other spirits to attack.
My word is fact, it cannot be wrong.
But that emotional support was easily snapped off by God.
Ah.
There was no sign of the spirit that had contracted with Putun and Suela.
It was a short distance to the safe zone.
Suela didn't want to understand what that would indicate.
"Everything you've been doing is for nothing. You think anyone can escape the hand of God?
The cutthroat Nissiya, Eshley, Alben, and Majesus, all the forces that were hostile to them must have been here.
That's why and why Suela couldn't believe the sight in front of her.
'Yukiera! Satiera!
Why is my child in the arms of God?
Before she could question that fact, Suela's body was on the move.
I'll get it back.
With that in mind, she went from defense to offense.
Thank you.
Even though God saw this move, He did not change His attitude, but rather looked down on Suela as if to say, "Thank you for giving birth to a child who can receive My divine spirit.
"Thank you for giving birth to a child who can accept my divine spirit.
Seeing this attitude, Suela finds out that her child was being targeted.
Now she knows.
Knowing the fate of the brave man, she was furious and told him to stop fooling around, and her fervor was felt by the spirits.
Die now.
That anger never reached.
God was adding and subtracting.
To trace the connection to the spirit that Suela had.
He fought on purpose to connect the space there.
And at first glance, the gods, realizing the child was a child of promise, had deliberately struck a preventable blow to bring the child into their possession.
In the arms of the stranger, Yukiera and Sachiela cry loudly and call out for their father and mother.
"'Oh my God! Ogya!
Jiro and Suela, who should be answering their cries, said.
Get your hands off me!
I'm coming.
You are more than seriously and fatally wounded, and yet you command your body to move and try to get up.
You're so ugly, Nicia.
"Is
The heart of a parent, Godless .
God, dismissing their appearance as unseemly, with an air of assurance that he had what he needed, told Nysia, who descended to his side, that he was an eyesore and had him cut off.
It is a mercy. I will kill you without pain.
"Stop-- -----------!
Himik, who has already been sucked into the seal up to his shoulders, screams to stop the scene.
I can't stop it.
"There has been some unseemly mercy.
Should have been .
!
Instead of drowning out the light of the white judgment, it swallowed and tried to erase Nisia, a torrent of darkness.
It's not even magic, just an act of spewing magic power.
There are only a few beings who can do it.
Nisia looks vigorously at the source, and the god slowly turns his head towards it.
"I'm going to be relatively mild-mannered. If I fail, I will reprimand and punish you, but I'm good enough to give you another. That's why I don't get a chance to get seriously angry these days. I think it's partly because I have a lot of good subordinates.
You can hear the sound of a leather shoe clunking to the ground.
I've been told many things. The sweetest demon king of all time, the most eccentric demon king of all time, the softest demon king of all time, the one who promotes humans, I'm so tired of hearing the old men's sermons.
A man alighting at the entrance of an already defunct .
A handsome man with blond hair and a suit alighted.
It's not good to be licked. That makes it all about work. Again, for some reason, it took me a long time to get rid of the pigeons that were playing roughshod over our country.
The expression on your well-groomed face is a smile.
The calm tone of his voice, as if he were talking to a friend.
Now that I've done my job, I have only one question for you.
But definitely .
Are you ready to fight me?
The demon king was angry.
"I'm ready.
I was helplessly and inexplicably subdued.
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Another side
"Amaterasu
Jiro's mineral tree, which shines as if it reproduced the heat of the sun, and its activation timing was nothing short of exquisite.
The roots of the mineral tree, which made the gods attack and catch it, created a brief moment of stagnation.
But this was not an opening.
Even if you could stop their attack, even if only slightly, it would mean nothing against the gods.
I know that very well.
You can do your best, and you can only deliver one attack.
But that one attack was crucial.
Jiro's Amaterasu was the trump card of trumps, and even the demon king was wounded.
Even if there's a god inside, his body is flesh and blood.
Even if it's strengthened, its sword will cut through your defenses without question.
After all, humans are so wasteful.
I should have.
Did you think the sun would hurt me?
That fiery blade was indeed smashed into the god's neck.
But the blade didn't bite a millimeter and was stopped by a white flame in front of its soft skin.
"Lick it as much as you can, human.
An attack that prides itself on absolute confidence, and that's why it's all you can do.
The price of that all-out effort is an insurmountable gap.
After exerting all your strength, your body goes rigid and takes a few tenths of a second to start moving again.
Jiro's body, which was moving by instinct and spinal reflex, is no exception.
Decay!
Therefore, there is no way for Jiro to avoid the light of the burning sun.
The gods judge without pity and without feeling for the human man who made the wrong choice, without pitying him because he could have fought as an equal for just a few tens of seconds.
For a brief moment, a white light illuminates the entrance.
However, the power of the light burns Jiro's body, which was strengthened by the dragon's blood.
That's a dragon with a reputation for toughness. Does he still have breath?
Blown away by the light, breaking down walls and lying face down in the rubble, Jiro despises the fact that he's still breathing, as if to say, "Nitsia, put a stop to it.
'Nishia, put a stop to it.
"Very well. My father.
But God, seeing no need to take a hand off, instructed his daughter, who was farther away than expected, to turn her back on him.
"Turn your back on me, impious.
Leap in front of it in an instant.
!
Run!
Only Himik and Muille were able to react to the movement, but Himikku's body has gone rigid with fear.
Muille pressed the memoria on her back, quickly formed a magic blade and sliced into her without hesitation.
'Nonsense.'
He was not moved by Muil's actions as he threw himself down to protect his grandson, great-grandson, and son-in-law's wife, and the god cut him off with a single blade as he came before him.
''Gaha!''
A series of actions like a hero cutting down miscellaneous soldiers without any resistance allowed.
With that action, Muille's eyes widen as he is cut off deep in the chest.
The blade has reached his lungs and wounded his heart.
The wound is definitely fatal, if not instantaneous.
A vital blood vessel is wounded, and more blood rushes out than you can imagine.
"Do not pour this foul blood on me.
He is not allowed to fall down on the spot.
The impact, triggered by a single glance, blows Muir away and sends him flying through the air.
The attack also destroys every body of the warring dark elf muille.
Limbs are broken and bones inside his body are cracked, echoing throughout his body.
It's hard to say how fortunate it was that he wasn't killed instantly.
Ahhhhhhhh!
The sight of the scene drove Himik to step in with all his might, his fists clenched tightly together, as if to drown his fears.
'Raise your hand to my father or you're a bad girl.
The attack was never slow, nor was it ever weak.
Its speed surpasses sound and a rock struck by its fist would be blown to pieces.
With such power, the god would easily catch the attack with one hand.
You must be disciplined.
Clench that fist.
The action is too much to call it discipline.
You hear the crunching of flesh and Himik's face twists in pain.
Run! Suela!
Knowing what will happen next, Himik himself shouted at Suela, who had turned around for a moment to push her back, then raised his remaining hand and delivered another full-body blow.
"Do not resist, my daughter.
I know it was not a blow that would buy Suela the time she needed to leave this place.
But it was a blow that I hoped would send her one step further away.
"Do not let me see your horseshit!
Such a blow would seem haphazard to the god.
The god brushed away his clenched hand and deflected Himik's attack with his free hand.
"Sleep, daughter.
Grasping her hand, stained with her own blood, she blows Himik away with such force that it bends Himik's body into a crooked shape.
But that's not enough to make Himik succumb.
He spreads his wings and kills the momentum, landing on the ground.
He endures the pain and tries to leap at it, no matter if his ribs are broken or not.
When we meet again, be the same honest girl you were before.
A magic circle is deployed on the ground where Himikku lands, and a chain of light shoots out from him.
'Seal formation! Shit!"?
Figure out where that magic circle is leading to, and Himik is impatient as the chains are entangled in his body and slowly being sucked into the circle.
It spreads its wings and flaps its wings as if to resist, but it is losing, albeit slightly.
You'll be sucked into the magic circle gradually, but Himiku is desperately trying to escape.
You're going to be able to get your wings entangled in the chain, and you'll have no way to resist.
''Ugh! Not yet! Yet, I am!
It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this one, because it's the only way to get away from this place.
I won't let you go.
Memoria's last badge of consciousness is the last straw.
The Blood Rose Garden.
Formed a cage by thorns of blood.
Layers and layers of crimson thorns obscured the sight of the god and blinded Suela.
But it doesn't matter.
As if the god didn't care what magic the dying memoria had unleashed, with a single flick of his sword, the warding collapses in vain.
Without even a glance.
As the god was about to take a step forward, a being stood in front of him.
".........
Suela.
An act that would waste the time that Muil, Himik and Memoria had made for her.
She was facing the gods as she was begging to get away, even one step farther.
She didn't even give him time to wonder if she was begging for her life or if she was going to raise the white flag.
Reveal! Balrog!
Suela summoned the biggest trump card she had.
A great composite spirit of fire and shadow.
A huge spirit with multiple arms, formed by the fire of shadow.
Destroy it!
The trump card of Suela, who has given her arm the magical power of her entire being.
The Balrog attacks boldly as if it were a series of wild blows.
.........
In the face of the attack, which even a fierce angel can pass through the damage, the gods do not change their complexion, but rather let their gaze wander as if to say that they are not interested.
The two babies who disappeared from Suela's arms.
The gods were looking for them.
''You're in my way.
Cutting
With a single swing, the Balrog's body cracked sideways and seemed to vanish.
But...
Not yet!
The performance of the compound spirits is not dignified.
Shadows belong to the darkness, but are inextricably linked to light.
Fire belongs to the light.
Can it withstand my attack?
Can it withstand my attack?
It is a spirit that has a powerful resistance to the attribute of light.
Fire and shadow joined the sliced parts together and made the Balrog shake his fist again.
"But it's still futile.
As if to resist and even question why, the gods murmured and cut off the Balrog again.
"Huh.
The Balrog has lost most of its body, but its attacks cannot reach the gods, even though it returns to its original form and resumes its attacks.
Yes, the Balrog is indeed a powerful spirit that can pass through the damage if it is of the cut-throat angel class.
Furthermore, it has a strong resistance to the light attribute.
But that's it.
It can only withstand divine attacks and its durability is not limited by the cutoff of Suela's magic supply.
Most of her body would be wiped away, and regenerating it alone would consume an enormous amount of magical power.
Just by hitting the rebuilt Balrog for the third time without hesitation, the great spirit would be engulfed and blown away by Suela.
''Huh!
Before she can put up the barrier, Suela, blown away, will try to summon the spirit again.
"Not yet!
After summoning the trump card spirits, Suela's remaining magic power is negligible.
Still, she will not give up.
The wind spirit that links her to Suela carries her child away from here.
(Kaylee, I'm sorry.)
Beyond that he apologizes in his heart to his own best friend.
It shows that he cannot see his child grow up.
Believing that if she can escape to the place, it will be all right, Suela, like Jiro, decides to disperse here.
Soul Exchange!
If there is a lack of magic, there are several ways to create it.
While many of them are not fast-acting, Suela's method is.
Her own soul is limited.
She'll cut it down to regain her lost magic, a move no one does except in an emergency.
Oversammon!
In addition, it will re-reveal its own trump card by investing more magic power than the usual price of over-summoning.
An unpretentious means.
The devastation of Himik the Cutthroat Himik being defeated like a baby.
She senses this, and decides to fight to the death.
The overuse of her magic crests is causing her to nearly overheat, but that doesn't stop Suera from summoning.
The Balrog is not alone.
A wind hunter, an earth warrior, a fire thief, a water sorcerer.
All are the maximum strength a humanoid Suela could have.
Normally, even a single spirit would consume a lot of magic power, yet she summoned a total of five spirits at once.
''Go!
But still .
Can't you see I'm calling it a waste?
The gods were powerless.
With a single swing of his sword, he could do so much damage to all the spirits except the Balrog.
"It is not in vain.
The word of God is supported by over-summoning the screaming body with the spirit and denying it hard.
Because it was a word that negated all the stalling that had begun with Jiro.
Jiro had risked his life to protect Suera and the others.
Muille, risking his life to stall for time.
Himikku risked his life to gather his courage.
Memoria risked her life by pushing her injured body.
Suela risked her life for her child.
It was not in vain!
Unable to admit it, Suela flatly denies the word of the denying god.
The surviving Balrog also makes its body copious in response to its will.
The fists continue to swing without stopping, no matter how many times the god's blade is applied to its body.
Whenever the Balrog is injured, Suela heals the spirit, and when the magic power is about to run out, she scrapes her own soul and applies it to the magic.
It's almost there, it's almost there, Suela told herself.
No matter how much magic she had available, the Balrog's reckless use of it had left her dazed.
She can perceive that the spirit carrying the child through the spirit's contract is just a breath away from escaping into the safe zone.
That fact was the only thing that sustained Suela's mind.
The summoner's blade, which is trying to kill Suela, is protected by the body of the Balrog, even if the cost of the magic is high, and allows other spirits to attack.
My word is fact, it cannot be wrong.
But that emotional support was easily snapped off by God.
Ah.
There was no sign of the spirit that had contracted with Putun and Suela.
It was a short distance to the safe zone.
Suela didn't want to understand what that would indicate.
"Everything you've been doing is for nothing. You think anyone can escape the hand of God?
The cutthroat Nissiya, Eshley, Alben, and Majesus, all the forces that were hostile to them must have been here.
That's why and why Suela couldn't believe the sight in front of her.
'Yukiera! Satiera!
Why is my child in the arms of God?
Before she could question that fact, Suela's body was on the move.
I'll get it back.
With that in mind, she went from defense to offense.
Thank you.
Even though God saw this move, He did not change His attitude, but rather looked down on Suela as if to say, "Thank you for giving birth to a child who can receive My divine spirit.
"Thank you for giving birth to a child who can accept my divine spirit.
Seeing this attitude, Suela finds out that her child was being targeted.
Now she knows.
Knowing the fate of the brave man, she was furious and told him to stop fooling around, and her fervor was felt by the spirits.
Die now.
That anger never reached.
God was adding and subtracting.
To trace the connection to the spirit that Suela had.
He fought on purpose to connect the space there.
And at first glance, the gods, realizing the child was a child of promise, had deliberately struck a preventable blow to bring the child into their possession.
In the arms of the stranger, Yukiera and Sachiela cry loudly and call out for their father and mother.
"'Oh my God! Ogya!
Jiro and Suela, who should be answering their cries, said.
Get your hands off me!
I'm coming.
You are more than seriously and fatally wounded, and yet you command your body to move and try to get up.
You're so ugly, Nicia.
"Is
The heart of a parent, Godless .
God, dismissing their appearance as unseemly, with an air of assurance that he had what he needed, told Nysia, who descended to his side, that he was an eyesore and had him cut off.
It is a mercy. I will kill you without pain.
"Stop-- -----------!
Himik, who has already been sucked into the seal up to his shoulders, screams to stop the scene.
I can't stop it.
"There has been some unseemly mercy.
Should have been .
!
Instead of drowning out the light of the white judgment, it swallowed and tried to erase Nisia, a torrent of darkness.
It's not even magic, just an act of spewing magic power.
There are only a few beings who can do it.
Nisia looks vigorously at the source, and the god slowly turns his head towards it.
"I'm going to be relatively mild-mannered. If I fail, I will reprimand and punish you, but I'm good enough to give you another. That's why I don't get a chance to get seriously angry these days. I think it's partly because I have a lot of good subordinates.
You can hear the sound of a leather shoe clunking to the ground.
I've been told many things. The sweetest demon king of all time, the most eccentric demon king of all time, the softest demon king of all time, the one who promotes humans, I'm so tired of hearing the old men's sermons.
A man alighting at the entrance of an already defunct .
A handsome man with blond hair and a suit alighted.
It's not good to be licked. That makes it all about work. Again, for some reason, it took me a long time to get rid of the pigeons that were playing roughshod over our country.
The expression on your well-groomed face is a smile.
The calm tone of his voice, as if he were talking to a friend.
Now that I've done my job, I have only one question for you.
But definitely .
Are you ready to fight me?
The demon king was angry.
"I'm ready.
I was helplessly and inexplicably subdued.
Word of the Day
It wasn't enough, but I made it.
Another side"AmaterasuJiro's mineral tree, which shines as if it reproduced the heat of the sun, and its activation timing was nothing short of exquisite.The roots of the mineral tree, which made the gods attack and catch it, created a brief moment of stagnation.But this was not an opening.Even if you could stop their attack, even if only slightly, it would mean nothing against the gods.I know that very well.You can do your best, and you can only deliver one attack.But that one attack was crucial.Jiro's Amaterasu was the trump card of trumps, and even the demon king was wounded.Even if there's a god inside, his body is flesh and blood.Even if it's strengthened, its sword will cut through your defenses without question.After all, humans are so wasteful.I should have.Did you think the sun would hurt me?That fiery blade was indeed smashed into the god's neck.But the blade didn't bite a millimeter and was stopped by a white flame in front of its soft skin."Lick it as much as you can, human.An attack that prides itself on absolute confidence, and that's why it's all you can do.The price of that all-out effort is an insurmountable gap.After exerting all your strength, your body goes rigid and takes a few tenths of a second to start moving again.Jiro's body, which was moving by instinct and spinal reflex, is no exception.Decay!Therefore, there is no way for Jiro to avoid the light of the burning sun.The gods judge without pity and without feeling for the human man who made the wrong choice, without pitying him because he could have fought as an equal for just a few tens of seconds.For a brief moment, a white light illuminates the entrance.However, the power of the light burns Jiro's body, which was strengthened by the dragon's blood.That's a dragon with a reputation for toughness. Does he still have breath?Blown away by the light, breaking down walls and lying face down in the rubble, Jiro despises the fact that he's still breathing, as if to say, "Nitsia, put a stop to it.'Nishia, put a stop to it."Very well. My father.But God, seeing no need to take a hand off, instructed his daughter, who was farther away than expected, to turn her back on him."Turn your back on me, impious.Leap in front of it in an instant.!Run!Only Himik and Muille were able to react to the movement, but Himikku's body has gone rigid with fear.Muille pressed the memoria on her back, quickly formed a magic blade and sliced into her without hesitation.'Nonsense.'He was not moved by Muil's actions as he threw himself down to protect his grandson, great-grandson, and son-in-law's wife, and the god cut him off with a single blade as he came before him.''Gaha!''A series of actions like a hero cutting down miscellaneous soldiers without any resistance allowed.With that action, Muille's eyes widen as he is cut off deep in the chest.The blade has reached his lungs and wounded his heart.The wound is definitely fatal, if not instantaneous.A vital blood vessel is wounded, and more blood rushes out than you can imagine."Do not pour this foul blood on me.He is not allowed to fall down on the spot.The impact, triggered by a single glance, blows Muir away and sends him flying through the air.The attack also destroys every body of the warring dark elf muille.Limbs are broken and bones inside his body are cracked, echoing throughout his body.It's hard to say how fortunate it was that he wasn't killed instantly.Ahhhhhhhh!The sight of the scene drove Himik to step in with all his might, his fists clenched tightly together, as if to drown his fears.'Raise your hand to my father or you're a bad girl.The attack was never slow, nor was it ever weak.Its speed surpasses sound and a rock struck by its fist would be blown to pieces.With such power, the god would easily catch the attack with one hand.You must be disciplined.Clench that fist.The action is too much to call it discipline.You hear the crunching of flesh and Himik's face twists in pain.Run! Suela!Knowing what will happen next, Himik himself shouted at Suela, who had turned around for a moment to push her back, then raised his remaining hand and delivered another full-body blow."Do not resist, my daughter.I know it was not a blow that would buy Suela the time she needed to leave this place.But it was a blow that I hoped would send her one step further away."Do not let me see your horseshit!Such a blow would seem haphazard to the god.The god brushed away his clenched hand and deflected Himik's attack with his free hand."Sleep, daughter.Grasping her hand, stained with her own blood, she blows Himik away with such force that it bends Himik's body into a crooked shape.But that's not enough to make Himik succumb.He spreads his wings and kills the momentum, landing on the ground.He endures the pain and tries to leap at it, no matter if his ribs are broken or not.When we meet again, be the same honest girl you were before.A magic circle is deployed on the ground where Himikku lands, and a chain of light shoots out from him.'Seal formation! Shit!"?Figure out where that magic circle is leading to, and Himik is impatient as the chains are entangled in his body and slowly being sucked into the circle.It spreads its wings and flaps its wings as if to resist, but it is losing, albeit slightly.You'll be sucked into the magic circle gradually, but Himiku is desperately trying to escape.You're going to be able to get your wings entangled in the chain, and you'll have no way to resist.''Ugh! Not yet! Yet, I am!It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this one, because it's the only way to get away from this place.I won't let you go.Memoria's last badge of consciousness is the last straw.The Blood Rose Garden.Formed a cage by thorns of blood.Layers and layers of crimson thorns obscured the sight of the god and blinded Suela.But it doesn't matter.As if the god didn't care what magic the dying memoria had unleashed, with a single flick of his sword, the warding collapses in vain.Without even a glance.As the god was about to take a step forward, a being stood in front of him.".........Suela.An act that would waste the time that Muil, Himik and Memoria had made for her.She was facing the gods as she was begging to get away, even one step farther.She didn't even give him time to wonder if she was begging for her life or if she was going to raise the white flag.Reveal! Balrog!Suela summoned the biggest trump card she had.A great composite spirit of fire and shadow.A huge spirit with multiple arms, formed by the fire of shadow.Destroy it!The trump card of Suela, who has given her arm the magical power of her entire being.The Balrog attacks boldly as if it were a series of wild blows..........In the face of the attack, which even a fierce angel can pass through the damage, the gods do not change their complexion, but rather let their gaze wander as if to say that they are not interested.The two babies who disappeared from Suela's arms.The gods were looking for them.''You're in my way.CuttingWith a single swing, the Balrog's body cracked sideways and seemed to vanish.But...Not yet!The performance of the compound spirits is not dignified.Shadows belong to the darkness, but are inextricably linked to light.Fire belongs to the light.Can it withstand my attack?Can it withstand my attack?It is a spirit that has a powerful resistance to the attribute of light.Fire and shadow joined the sliced parts together and made the Balrog shake his fist again."But it's still futile.As if to resist and even question why, the gods murmured and cut off the Balrog again."Huh.The Balrog has lost most of its body, but its attacks cannot reach the gods, even though it returns to its original form and resumes its attacks.Yes, the Balrog is indeed a powerful spirit that can pass through the damage if it is of the cut-throat angel class.Furthermore, it has a strong resistance to the light attribute.But that's it.It can only withstand divine attacks and its durability is not limited by the cutoff of Suela's magic supply.Most of her body would be wiped away, and regenerating it alone would consume an enormous amount of magical power.Just by hitting the rebuilt Balrog for the third time without hesitation, the great spirit would be engulfed and blown away by Suela.''Huh!Before she can put up the barrier, Suela, blown away, will try to summon the spirit again."Not yet!After summoning the trump card spirits, Suela's remaining magic power is negligible.Still, she will not give up.The wind spirit that links her to Suela carries her child away from here.Kaylee, I'm sorry.Beyond that he apologizes in his heart to his own best friend.It shows that he cannot see his child grow up.Believing that if she can escape to the place, it will be all right, Suela, like Jiro, decides to disperse here.Soul Exchange!If there is a lack of magic, there are several ways to create it.While many of them are not fast-acting, Suela's method is.Her own soul is limited.She'll cut it down to regain her lost magic, a move no one does except in an emergency.Oversammon!In addition, it will re-reveal its own trump card by investing more magic power than the usual price of over-summoning.An unpretentious means.The devastation of Himik the Cutthroat Himik being defeated like a baby.She senses this, and decides to fight to the death.The overuse of her magic crests is causing her to nearly overheat, but that doesn't stop Suera from summoning.The Balrog is not alone.A wind hunter, an earth warrior, a fire thief, a water sorcerer.All are the maximum strength a humanoid Suela could have.Normally, even a single spirit would consume a lot of magic power, yet she summoned a total of five spirits at once.''Go!But still .Can't you see I'm calling it a waste?The gods were powerless.With a single swing of his sword, he could do so much damage to all the spirits except the Balrog."It is not in vain.The word of God is supported by over-summoning the screaming body with the spirit and denying it hard.Because it was a word that negated all the stalling that had begun with Jiro.Jiro had risked his life to protect Suera and the others.Muille, risking his life to stall for time.Himikku risked his life to gather his courage.Memoria risked her life by pushing her injured body.Suela risked her life for her child.It was not in vain!Unable to admit it, Suela flatly denies the word of the denying god.The surviving Balrog also makes its body copious in response to its will.The fists continue to swing without stopping, no matter how many times the god's blade is applied to its body.Whenever the Balrog is injured, Suela heals the spirit, and when the magic power is about to run out, she scrapes her own soul and applies it to the magic.It's almost there, it's almost there, Suela told herself.No matter how much magic she had available, the Balrog's reckless use of it had left her dazed.She can perceive that the spirit carrying the child through the spirit's contract is just a breath away from escaping into the safe zone.That fact was the only thing that sustained Suela's mind.The summoner's blade, which is trying to kill Suela, is protected by the body of the Balrog, even if the cost of the magic is high, and allows other spirits to attack.My word is fact, it cannot be wrong.But that emotional support was easily snapped off by God.Ah.There was no sign of the spirit that had contracted with Putun and Suela.It was a short distance to the safe zone.Suela didn't want to understand what that would indicate."Everything you've been doing is for nothing. You think anyone can escape the hand of God?The cutthroat Nissiya, Eshley, Alben, and Majesus, all the forces that were hostile to them must have been here.That's why and why Suela couldn't believe the sight in front of her.'Yukiera! Satiera!Why is my child in the arms of God?Before she could question that fact, Suela's body was on the move.I'll get it back.With that in mind, she went from defense to offense.Thank you.Even though God saw this move, He did not change His attitude, but rather looked down on Suela as if to say, "Thank you for giving birth to a child who can receive My divine spirit."Thank you for giving birth to a child who can accept my divine spirit.Seeing this attitude, Suela finds out that her child was being targeted.Now she knows.Knowing the fate of the brave man, she was furious and told him to stop fooling around, and her fervor was felt by the spirits.Die now.That anger never reached.God was adding and subtracting.To trace the connection to the spirit that Suela had.He fought on purpose to connect the space there.And at first glance, the gods, realizing the child was a child of promise, had deliberately struck a preventable blow to bring the child into their possession.In the arms of the stranger, Yukiera and Sachiela cry loudly and call out for their father and mother."'Oh my God! Ogya!Jiro and Suela, who should be answering their cries, said.Get your hands off me!I'm coming.You are more than seriously and fatally wounded, and yet you command your body to move and try to get up.You're so ugly, Nicia."IsThe heart of a parent, Godless .God, dismissing their appearance as unseemly, with an air of assurance that he had what he needed, told Nysia, who descended to his side, that he was an eyesore and had him cut off.It is a mercy. I will kill you without pain."Stop-- -----------!Himik, who has already been sucked into the seal up to his shoulders, screams to stop the scene.I can't stop it."There has been some unseemly mercy.Should have been .!Instead of drowning out the light of the white judgment, it swallowed and tried to erase Nisia, a torrent of darkness.It's not even magic, just an act of spewing magic power.There are only a few beings who can do it.Nisia looks vigorously at the source, and the god slowly turns his head towards it."I'm going to be relatively mild-mannered. If I fail, I will reprimand and punish you, but I'm good enough to give you another. That's why I don't get a chance to get seriously angry these days. I think it's partly because I have a lot of good subordinates.You can hear the sound of a leather shoe clunking to the ground.I've been told many things. The sweetest demon king of all time, the most eccentric demon king of all time, the softest demon king of all time, the one who promotes humans, I'm so tired of hearing the old men's sermons.A man alighting at the entrance of an already defunct .A handsome man with blond hair and a suit alighted.It's not good to be licked. That makes it all about work. Again, for some reason, it took me a long time to get rid of the pigeons that were playing roughshod over our country.The expression on your well-groomed face is a smile.The calm tone of his voice, as if he were talking to a friend.Now that I've done my job, I have only one question for you.But definitely .Are you ready to fight me?The demon king was angry."I'm ready.I was helplessly and inexplicably subdued.Word of the DayIt wasn't enough, but I made it.
