Hakoba: Opening Fusion and Reverse Izayoi

Location: The third floor of Hakowa [Zoroastrian]!

The Zoroastrians who hold high the banner of "Worship the Heavens" are the believers who believe in flames.

In the realm surrounded by divine fire, even the God King did not dare to rely on the scriptures easily.

Ordinary Divine Flames cannot damage the Demon King of Zoroastrianism.

And in the silence of the divine fire, reverberating is the melodious and beautiful sound of the magic flute.

Its timbre is completely different from that of a normal flute, stimulating the central organs with a sweet and seductive tone.

Compared to the notoriously beautiful flute, this sound seems to be releasing some kind of message.

However, compared to the sound of this magic flute, the [evil intent] echoing in the air made people feel even more panicked.

Just staying here makes people feel suffocated! It simply makes people feel disgusted from the inside, and the [evil meaning] in their hearts seems to be surging out.

After a few moments, it seemed that the message had been delivered, and the high and low tones of the magic flute gradually became smaller and disappeared.

Then, the footsteps of two people were heard, and at the same time, along with the appearance of footsteps, a bright voice sounded.

"It's almost time to get the news!But, master, this is a three-digit community, are they all right... Moreover, the [malice] in the air is really a bit terrifying, and even the timbre of others is torn apart!"

"Yes, even a demon of your level can taste this [malice], then... That Lingpersonality should have really come, and the only problem now is to confirm the Lingpersonality. "

He replied in a brisk voice, his head bowed, and he kept flipping through the magic book in his hand!

The appearance of the master, the man who is called so, is really indescribable.

It's a costume that makes it impossible to understand where it came from, what it belongs to, and what it is for.

A style in which the source, method, and purpose are unrecognizable.

It's not the boon of shape-shedding Hades' helmet.

The man in front of him is that his own existence has become infinitely thin.

The man with the appearance of the mystery nodded slightly, and then closed the magic guide book with a bang, revealing an inexplicable smile.

"Well done, Latin, now let's wait, if we don't get permission, even if we are invited to enter casually, even Lingge will be burned to the ground. "

The woman known as Ratting retracted her magic flute, and she looked at the man who had become her master with a little concern.

"Master, what are you going to do? This [malice] is really terrifying!"

In response, the man of the mystery smiled pleasantly, a smile that stood out from anyone else.

"If you don't understand, then study hard here Xi learn Xi... The so-called Demon King is such a creature! You can't survive if you don't continue to target the high-rise!"

La Ting tilted her head, as if she was a little puzzled, and asked again.

"So... Master, why did you become the Demon King!?"

A lilting smile came out of the man's mouth again, and from his gaze flashed a madness that had never been seen before.

"Isn't that the reason to become a demon king? I want to become the Demon King, replace the lazy gods and decorate the box garden more gorgeously!, ah, I must keep fighting as the Demon King, keep fighting, and in the end... It will be destroyed!"

"Destruction!?"

Ratting was startled by the man's words.

"Definitely!"

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"Please understand that in this court of the gods, the Demon King is such a system! No matter how powerful, how vicious, how proud... One day, it will be destroyed by an adversary. Whether the opponent is a hero or a god or a god is not the point. "

The man looked at Ratting with an educational smile and said.

"After all, if you look at the top, it's boundless. The upper floor of the box garden is the demon realm where the gods and Buddhas of Shura are rampant, but since he has become a demon king, he can't survive without continuing to target the high-level. In order to keep ourselves out of the box court order, the price we pay is that we must bear the fate of being wiped out by someone who is in the right order, but... If it's Zoroastrianism who actively bears [malice], maybe—"

The man's voice did not fall, from the divine fire of [Zoroastrian].

A shadow bathed in flames and walked out calmly.

A pair of red jade pupils, the moment they landed on the mysterious man, emitted a sharp light.

One of the demon kings of Zoroastrianism, Azdahaka, he spoke.

"I see, is that you? the poet of the [Fantasy Magic Book Group]. "

However, the moment the man saw Azdahaka, his eyes instantly bloomed with madness like seeing an idol!

"Your Excellency..."

He was even a little overwhelmed with excitement, and after including Lating as a summoner in the [Magic Guide Book], he continued to speak.

"The first time we met, in terms of the belief of the Demon King, I have admired Your Excellency for a long time!!"

This is the first time the two of them have met.

However, Azdahaka felt a magic in this man that could not be hidden.

It is neither the demonic nature possessed by demons, nor the threatening demonic nature possessed by demon kings.

Honor evil virtues in the world.

Sigh in hell.

Borrowing the hand of death on the battlefield, he likes to dance on the cliffs.

It can be described as a malicious lodge worthy of [ugliness], but this man's smile exudes a certain charm that is impossible to ignore.

"Even if you are a demon king, but, as far as the identity of a poet is concerned, you are indeed famous enough in the box court, and the sect master will find you, and it seems that she has her thoughts!

In an instant, Azdahaka's eyes showed a sharp gaze.

"I smelled the same smell as you in the Sun War... The poet who assisted the Greek gods in the production of the [Host Permissions] game is you, right?"

Azdahaka was heard mentioning himself.

Men danced with their hands.

"I didn't expect to be remembered by Your Excellency, this is my lifelong honor, and I will promise the Sect Master to build a game to observe the future of human history, to a greater extent, based on Your Excellency!"

"What?"

"Because Your Excellency is the only demon king in my mind! The person who can bear that share of [malice] is no one else but you!"

PS: The remaining three watches, sent out during the day!! begging for flowers, asking for evaluation tickets, asking for monthly passes, asking for rewards!!