From Mightiest Hero to Demon King

The spring visit from the snowmelt was a rush.

A report arrives shortly after Gallius, who was also flying around the people during the winter months, returns to his home in the capital of Limullesta.

(Did Lilia not make it)

She is in a position to oversee the subpopulations working in the group of urban states, such as the reconstruction works in Grausta.

I'm still stuck on the ground, and I haven't seen him in the last month.

Feeling lonely, Gallius went to the basement of a large workshop in the capital. To a magic research facility.

We proceeded through a hallway brilliantly illuminated with lighting magic fixtures and entered a certain room.

"Me! Totally! Resurrection! Ugh, heh, heh. '

The blonde beauty is twirling around in high tension.

"Guys, you did great. Thank you."

"Gallius ignored me all the time, and labored those who came to work on the curse."

"What explanation, that. You've been floating too much."

In bitterness, Spiritualists shake hands with each worker and dance around again.

"Wouldn't it still have been easier to use the 'Magi Cancellar' of the Holy Sword?

"Stab the holy sword in the holy armor, is that it? Even though the seal of the Holy Armor was broken, the special effects were in danger of disappearing."

"That's what you're doing, so it took you a long time and effort to get here? Another experiment was going to be okay."

"I, the Holy Musketeer," is delicate. Scratching with the Holy Sword is out of the question in the first place. '

Between the two arguing, a man with the owl's head broke in. The head of the facility, Muzzo.

"Fair enough, both of you. It's been a good experience for us, too. We've discovered some new curse magic, and we've achieved results commensurate with our labor."

Gallius stuck to his objections because he was right about what he said.

Turn your eyes to the golden, radiant all-body armor placed on the table.

"So, Elzanard. You used to say you could change the color of holy weapons. Can you change shape, too?

"Do you change it?

"Naturally. I can't bear to go everywhere wearing such flashy armor"

More importantly, this appearance was once fought by Gallius as a brave man against the subhumans. Some will find it painful.

"Make the colors black. It's like not being noticeable in the dark. Shape... whatever is different now"

Yes! And it was Moozzo who raised his hand vigorously.

"We'll take care of the design. Come up with the right form for Mr. Gallius!

"Oh well. Well, you don't have to think about it so deeply, do you?

I decided to leave it to myself because I have no particular focus on shape, even though I feel a little anxiety about the muzzo that sparkles my crushed eyes.

"Just change the color for one second. I'm going out tomorrow."

A new visitor appeared as Gallius placed the Sacred Sword next to the Sacred Armor by sheath.

"What the hell, Gallius, have you already come?"

It's a dragon clan jizzle.

"Just fine. I was thinking of coming to you."

Jizzle speaks to the workers, greets Elzanad as well, and turns back to Gallius.

"Future policy?

"Oh. When Holy Martial Arts is fully available, I was going to move it in earnest"

That's what I told Jizzle a few times in advance.

"Attack the five remaining temples"

Seven temples, once supposedly built by the gods.

They are connected to each other and can come and go with transfer magic equipment.

Not only can valuable materials be obtained, but the Guardian Beasts can be used if they become the Lord "Master" of the Temple. The Guardian Beasts, who can operate away from the Temple, are very active in the understaffed Limullesta.

(And my guess, if you attack all seven -)

Wouldn't we be approaching the secrets of the world?

The Secret of the Grace "Gifts" bestowed only on the people, the Secret of the subpeople.

Gallius hoped that if the world's mechanisms were untied, he could break the idea of persecuting the subpeople.

Even so, not immediately. The order of attack is after gathering information.

"I'd be in trouble if you kept me away for a long time. That's how I expose my reliance on you."

"I'll be careful around there. There's also the question of whether it's a place you can't attack without me in the first place."

The Temple of Ilua in the End Forest was its type. He was the owner of [Item Master] and the Holy Martial Arts was the key to the door.

Meanwhile, the temple of Ibidilia in the southern part of the kingdom was, as a result, attacked by Gallius, but it was also possible for others to get inside.

"I was waiting for the liberation of the Holy Martial Arts, rather to gather information"

"I have... and I need holy weapons to extract information from it," he said?

"When combined with certain special effects of the Holy Sword and the Holy Armor, we can theoretically create a space that completely divides the inside and the outside. Transfer magic and the gift of his hand, but he can't escape it."

Together, it took a tremendous amount of mental power to use that special effect, and although I had thought about it during my valiant years, I had not felt useful and tried it.

but if you find out about its existence, you have one person to be afraid of.

"I call myself a woman of knowledge. You are likely to have information on the temple. I won't quit blasphemy for self-satisfaction, he's harmless to us, but I'm going to use the things I can use."

I've been keeping an eye on you.

However, her neighborhood is extremely unstable, and there is a danger that it may be time to replace the 'vessel'.

Now that the liberation of the Holy Martial Arts is in time, it will be great for contact.

"What if..."

"Oh. She's the only woman interested in documenting the world."

One of the mansions in Imperial Tourus.

Margit Dole - [Record Master] Kella, the owner, stretched wide enough for the chair to lean.

(At tide time......)

'Withdrawal from the land' was decided this afternoon in the voice of General Gusgarh Mustaim, who commands the garrison.

Lost the pillar of emperor, the Virgin's turmoil also thwarted the establishment of a united state, the Empire is running down the path of collapse.

One of the countries of the old South has already declared its independence.

Two unilaterally notified me that I was the next emperor.

Gusgar was angry and decided to suppress it by putting in all the biggest and strongest soldiers.

All the city's supplies are looted. They would take away healthy men in thousands of units and enslave them, and young women would also serve in the army.

Resist and the city is a sea of fire.

It's also perfectly fitting to a hell of a picture of the snort, but a muddy civil war is inevitable in the empire in the first place.

There was no longer a reason to follow the people who had no further ahead.

If so, we need to decide on the next stop and leave early.

A hand of asylum floated in the kingdom. Selling information on the Empire would also make it possible to get in early.

You can escape to the Patriarchate. Knowing who Kera is, they must still have a use for this themselves.

How about crossing the southern desert and going to the heathen country? There's some anxiety in not grasping the situation, but it must be better than this mess.

Kella looks at the ceiling in a blurred manner.

(Either way, what are we going to do with this flesh, right?)

I had concerns.

Danio, the patron knight of the Virgin Tiaris, is still missing.

He knows that Margit Dore is Kera.

I don't think that noticeable body is lurking in the kingdom, and if so, it is natural to think that it escaped across the Great River to the group of urban states.

That one is now in close proximity to the alliance with the Subnational State of Limullesta.

If Danio had leaked information to Gallius......

(No, you must be in contact with Gallius in the first place where the Virgin was killed. Not if you can't talk to me there)

It will be time for the holy weapons to be completely liberated. There may be a way to destroy this body from soul to soul if we combine more than one special effect, which can be described as that anomaly.

Just in case.

I would have liked to be in this body for a few more years if I could, but we have to avoid things that will make the world record impossible.

Because I live just for that.

(I have no choice. Do you want to use the "spare" that we have in the diocese this time?

In transfers without physical contact, there is a risk that some record information will be missing. but it's a hassle later in case Gallius distracts me.

At a time when the Imperial Army withdraws from the city, it will appropriately incite the people to bring them into battle and be killed.

Gusgar doesn't know anything, but let's mislead those eyes for once.

That's when the policy was decided and I breathed heavily.

I ran scared on my back.

There's something indoors.

So intuitive, just trying to look around.

Grrr.

The ceiling was distorted.

A little while later, something like liquid descended from the distorted ceiling. It's a colorless, clear viscous body.

"Slime!

Kella stepped back to jump out of the chair and into a magical shooting attitude. Slime cannot be attacked or defended if it is in secrecy. I could still afford to be in a state of battle.

So be careful, set your aim...

"What!?"

It was an instant event.

He was distracted by the slime coming down from the ceiling and was not entirely conscious.

(Two, you were there...)

There's something on my back.

I guess the slime behind it has been showing up for a long time. Although I finally noticed the signs, only one of them was on my head because another slime exposed itself from the ceiling.

My body is completely drinkable by slime.

Eventually, Kera's consciousness broke off plump...

When I realized, I was lying on the ground.

He hasn't been killed.

As the trees grew depressed, the stars were brilliant from the gaps in the branches.

And -.

"Long time no see, Kella. Oh, was it now called Margit Dore"

A sloppy man was staring down at her...