Hyaku Ma No Aruji

It was Servis who first noticed the light.

Night.

What illuminates the city are the surgical lights of the streets and the countless stars that float in heaven.

But after a few seconds, those lights were suddenly sumptuous.

"Huh?"

And when he looked up into the sky, he saw there a white light descending from heaven.

Like a shooting star.

But the star was in the form of hurting people.

"Huh!"

One of our white lights falls this way.

"Mele -"

Servis tried to speak up to the Lord, who always helped us.

But Melea is losing her mind now.

- What are you thinking, Servis?

Servis admonished himself for trying to get help from Melea.

- You'd be the Demon King, too.

It's comforting to be protected.

But I can't move forward with relying on the Lord forever.

- Now it's time to be the 'protector' you wanted to be.

Servis hurries to see how his people are doing.

Lara and Cult concentrate on healing Melea in their own way.

Lilium doesn't seem to be exhausted and very moveable either.

- I'll have to do it.

Can you stop that light with the usual defensive formula?

The light resembles the "White Light Cannon" of the Mooseg Art Soldier once seen in Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

- But the size is different digits.

Perhaps that one, 'came across the continent'.

"Easy, Servis, think."

Servis switched consciousness there.

- Instead of taking it, offset it.

"Eh."

So the white light became even more gigantic.

It's like a beast that finds its prey, increasing the rate at which it falls.

"What, that..."

Around there the fellows around also seemed to notice the anomaly.

"Sa, Servis!

"I know!

Answering Lara's call, Servis derived one possibility in his head.

- This is all I have.

"Focus, Servis-El-Frontier"

But this method is absolutely unacceptable for failure.

If you fail, this city will probably blow up.

"- Use" Crowley-Crown Conflict Ceremony "

That unsuccessful dream ritual that Lilium and Gilbert touched in the struggle for knowledge.

"Ceremony, Expansion"

Servis first deployed an improved version of Crowley-Crown's Contradictory Ceremony, which Gilbert knitted himself.

Just one look at the procedure.

And the content is terribly complicated.

"I can do it, I'll do it"

But Servis reproduces it without a piece of madness.

"Cut here, then connect this pictorial ceremony..."

In addition, Servis used the "Five Fingers of the King of Surgery" and altered the procedure one after the other.

"Calm down, don't make a mistake"

Whenever the white light that illuminates the area becomes stronger, the tremor at hand increases.

"... Dear Lilium, please don't get mad at me later"

At this point, Servis did not doubt that the technique of white light falling from heaven was produced by a magician no less than Merea.

- Where the hell did it fly from?

Structural formulas and fragments of spermatozoa scattered from the white light represent forces that strayed from the regular orbit of those who shot this.

"Finally, if we connect here..."

While feeling overwhelmingly intimidated, Servis was finally trying to end the paradoxical ceremonial alteration.

One more bottle, connect the lines and it will be finished.

But at the end, Servis' fingers stopped.

- Indeed, this is a dangerous technique.

That's when Lilium stopped me from going ahead from here.

Later, I predicted the complete diagram of this procedure myself, and cooled the liver.

- This technique is slightly different in colour from the secret art of the Demon King.

Even beauty can be seen in the compositional formula, while the results produced by this formula are supremely primitive.

composition and results, both of which need not be compared to the overall neat secrets.

- This is not a substitute for controlling the force with a subsequent surgical formula at the end of the explosion.

If you go along with the basic concept of the art of expressing events, this is exactly the very event of destruction.

- So you can't connect the last line on the ground without any ideas.

"Think about it, you're the king of magic."

Servis tells himself.

I don't like my father.

But I am grateful to myself for leaving this power behind.

Because I can protect someone with this power.

- Mother, look at me.

I am the son of my father and the son of my mother.

My mother was a kind and brilliant magician who was appreciated by people.

"From here, it's my original."

Servis added further improvements to the Crowley-Crown paradoxical procedure before completing it.

The white light is already letting itself into the airspace of Aios.

"Do it in two seconds"

Knit.

Assemble.

Be oriented and express what you should be.

"I'm the king of magic."

And Servis connected the last line of the contradiction ceremony.

The surgical ceremony eventually turns into an event.

It was - it was just a small light sphere - that appeared in Servis' hands.

"Servis? Hey, what, it..."

Lara, who sees the light bulb, opens her eyes and gives her a trembling voice.

"Sorry, don't talk to me right now"

Its light sphere was shaking the entire area of the iose only with fluctuations of energy emanating from within.

In the light another small light sphere is spinning at high speeds.

Red and blue.

It accelerates its rotation more and more at a speed that is not even noticeable, eventually approaching the center.

"Second operation, liberation"

So Servis delayed activating the procedure he added himself.

Once the light inside had a certain rotational force, the procedure could be activated manually.

Servis turns his palm to heaven.

The little ball of light had already begun to crack the windows of the surrounding house under that pressure.

"Go."

The light sphere of the palm floats and is slowly launched into the sky.

The flight, which was slow at first, eventually increased speed at once when the condition stabilized.

"Don't get the timing of the collision wrong."

Servis still looks at the light sphere going up into the sky with his palm facing upwards.

"Not yet."

Servis incorporated into the Crowley-Crown paradoxical formula is a controlled formula that allows the timing at which particles inside the rotationally accelerating collide.

The theory used is not so difficult.

However, to incorporate it without contradiction, it was necessary to cut the "Five Fingers of the King of Surgery".

Therefore, this procedure can only be handled by Servis.

And to understand the content and to manipulate the timing of the collision, I had to understand this procedure without madness in my head.

Thirty-two thousand.

Servis measures exactly how many rotating accelerating particles in the light sphere have now spinned.

Forty thousand.

It is no longer an exaggeration to say that Aios is hit by an earthquake.

Or whoever is watching the white light falling from the sky might have thought that this sway was being caused by that light.

Fifty-three thousand.

But the facts are different.

It was the light sphere produced by Servis that enclosed a demonic destructive force incomparable to the white light falling from heaven.

"Seventy thousand."

Limits.

I can't keep any more force in the light sphere.

"Not yet, close"

Light spheres are rising in the sky, but not high enough.

At this height it could wind up the city.

- Somehow... I just have to add the surgical formula remotely from here...

But if it fails, that stimulus could rupture the photosphere.

Then everything disappears with bubbles.

Thinking about it, my fingers stopped unexpectedly.

"It's okay, you can do it, Servis."

So, uh, I heard voices from behind.

"You treat the procedure much better than I do. So... trust yourself, Servis"

It was Merea.

I don't know when I woke up.

Your body remains covered in blood.

Keep breathing.

Instead of handling the surgical ceremony, she seemed unable to move one finger, and still Merea - she had a soft grin that reassured herself.

"Dear Merea,"

Servis realizes that Merea has woken up safely and is about to burst into tears unexpectedly.

"... if this succeeds, can I ask you to do me one favor"

But before I do, I have something to do.

"Per favor? - Fine, what?

Lord of the Demon King.

King of all.

That person who is equally the Messiah to everyone.

Servis thought of the older demon kings like brothers and sisters.

Among other things, Merea, especially so.

- I always wished I had a brother like this.

"If I succeed in this, may I call Lady Melea my brother"

I don't have family connections anymore.

But all my people in the League of Demon Kings were like family.

They adored themselves like my brother again, too, but when it comes to saying it from the front, it's a little embarrassing and hard to say.

- It's just me, like a child.

But I sincerely think so, and now I'm going to say my last selfishness.

I'm sure it will help.

"- Fine. You can do whatever you want, Servis."

Merea looked a little happy, and then laughed a little embarrassed.

Seeing that look on his face, Servis was determined.

- Absolutely, make it a success.

"The fourth surgical addition. Now I'm going to remotely write a surgical ceremony."

Servis can swim the Five Fingers of the King into the universe.

Interference with the surgical formula that separated the space was the first way to do it.

But previous experience and extremely sharpened concentration empower Servis.

Servis stared at the light balls rising to heaven without blinking one, interfering with the internal procedure with such precision as to pass through the needle holes.

"Go."

Up, up.

To ascend everywhere and protect my people.

"- Go!!"

And finally, Servis burst a compressed light sphere across its limits in heaven.

The earth trembles, and the heavens roar.

The light of destruction that appeared in the heavens of Aeoth devoured everything in the sky, even the falling white light.