Inferior ability user's return from the demonic realm

Rocchialum sat in a chair in front of the altar, as if the royal nobility were sitting, meditating his eyes and practicing his magic.

Rocchialum takes the intense magic that drifts in this cave, that is not stained with any color, that belongs to nobody, into his body to breathe in.

(Kukukuk, great...... what a magic hoard...... This is exactly where the weaving magic of the earth is generated. Light and darkness, love and anxiety, and spiritual and magical power. This relatively made world, one side of the universe in color, this field of power deserves to be our sanctuary......)

Rocchialum satisfactorily deposited the body of the chair, beside it...... the wreckage of the disciple Neesbeck was rolling.

"Massacre? Hihi! Ravage? Hihihi...... then eat?

"Mizgard...... you don't have to think extra. All of your brain functions are directed towards demonic sensing and manipulation. The tens of thousands of demons I summoned... you can move them exactly as I say. In a matter of hours, this seven major cities of Miremar will be destroyed."

"Hi-hee... Hi-hee"

Mizgard had been entrusted with all the knowledge of the battlefield.

Rokialum got the art of summoning thousands or tens of thousands of demons. However, it may be said that it is impossible to sense them and operate them simultaneously.

So this Mizgard was newly created by Rocchialum, as an unselfish antenna......

At this time, Lokialum was already thinking about the future.

How will you relate to the world by skinning this Miremar?

For a sult sword, that may be the start. Rokialum waited a hundred years for this day.

"Hihihi...... hi? Hih!?"

"What's up? Mizgard."

Rokialum realizes something is wrong with Mizgard.

"Hihi? Can't you get close? Can't you get anywhere near any city? Getting pushed back? Hihihi."

"What are you saying? Mizgard."

"For a while? Destruction? Hihihi......"

"What are you talking about? Stupid! It's broken!

Rokialum stood up and saw the state of war in each city being let out of Mizgard's body.

"What!? Who are these people?

"Hihihi...... toothless? Hihihi......"

"No, what!? This overwhelming fighting power! Backup from the agency!? No, it's too soon! Besides, if you're this powerful, there's no way you don't know this Rocchialum!

Rokialum can't keep up with future events and other things he had dreamed of until earlier, things beyond amazement and understanding.

"Not a person? Hi-hee? The second team is here? Hih, hi."

"Nah! You're not a person!? So you think you can anthropomorphize? Summoning...... no, not with a summons! No way! Has anyone ever had more than one contract with this high-ranking outsider? Stupid! That's impossible!

The footage shows an incredible situation for Lokialum. In every city attacked by Rocchialum, those who look no different than ordinary humans drive out demons with the momentum of a dashed bamboo.

And the faces of the men and women are raging with spare smiles.

Rocchialum holds an old stained hand, lifts his eyes and bites his lips.

Now we've been waiting a hundred years, searching, working out, and planning just moved on.

Whoever did this already has nothing to do with it.

"Ugh! We can still summon as many of them as we want! Look at that! This army of demons is going to cover everything!

"Hihihi... Somebody's here... Hihi"

"What!? In this Mount Gulva!

"Coming already? Hihi......? In here? Hihi."

"What!? Yeah, but around this cave, we have 500 placements of Demon, Wendigo, the superior demon. You can't come in that easy. More than that, it's what these guys are dealing with now."

Saying so, Rocchialum stares at the video upwards with hatred as he works out his magic.

"... Hitchch, here I come..."

Rokialum tried to open his mouth wondering if Mizgard had broken.

"Are you the sult sword?

Suddenly, he is spoken from the side, and Lokialum immediately flies off the spot.

My experience as a summoner when I was relative to my enemies was stained around here.

Rokialum doesn't even make you feel signs, and the boy in front of you, who has come so close to you, is unconsciously sounded with the utmost alarm resulting from his numerous combat experiences so far.

"You... who are you? Kid......"

"Oh, yeah. If it's a Zako demon out there, I put it away. They were the ones who damaged Miremar's beautiful landscape outside this cave... well, it wasn't all there, so I left it to my friend."

This boy's pale voice feels very deaf for Rocchialum, not even answering Rocchialum's question.

"I hear who it is! You creepy little brat!

The boy laughed bitterly.

"Haar, I didn't think you'd tell me you were creepy, not at all..."

At that moment, without any applause, Rocchialum holds his right hand forward, summons countless willowhisps from his palm, and slaps the demon spirit like its fireball against the boy.

As a capable man who had experienced numerous battles, Rokialum knew that unintentional strikes and unrhythms were very useful in battle. And when I do, I never lose my hand.

The more seemingly infinite, the more willowhisp is thrown out of the hands of the Rocchialum...... The attack power of the whole thing is not so great. However, if this number is given, its attack power will increase additionally. Rokialum creates an overwhelming firepower precisely by the force of that number, slamming relentlessly at unidentified boys.

The boy's figure was wrapped in this myriad of demonic spirits and disappeared from sight.

Rokialum sees this situation and distorts his mouth as he continues to beat the demon spirit.

"Stupid kid! I'm a little inexperienced! A distraction in front of an enemy means death!

It was then...

I heard a voice in Rokialum's ear.

Rocchialum instantly, his back gets cold.

Yes, because that was unmistakable, and it was actually a voice emanating from my ear.

"... I'll return that word, you immature summoner"

As soon as Rocchialum heard the word, Rocchialum's arms jumped over him as he was releasing Willowwhisp.

And that arm sprinkles wilowhisp in all directions as it circles in the air.

"Nah! K!

Rokialum sensed the danger of staying on this spot and flew backwards without looking at his cut off arm. And suppress the right arm, which is missing from the joint.

"Gww! Stupid! This is me, you little brat! Who the hell are you? Ha... are you an immature kid who came from the institution Neesbeck was talking about!? But this fighting power and awesomeness..."

"By chance, it's a rank D that I wanted to pass."

"What... what?

"So I would be telling you. I'm just Rank D. I came by chance to this Miremar and I sincerely liked this Miremar landscape and the people of Miremar Rank D!

With that said, Yuto re-grips strongly the confession he gripped in his right hand.

"You bastard summoner! I won't let this Miremar crush you with your nasty thoughts!

As Yuto said, the Rocchialum reacts violently.

"You think it's a sluggish idea...? Ki, Ki, you! At the hands of the rank D inferior! A hundred years of grief for this sword of our sults!

In response to the wrath of Lokialum, Yuto lit in his eyes a flame of anger that exceeded it. I think of Guaran, Mattow, and... Niina's face wet in tears behind Yuto's brain. It was the face of what this summoner called the grief and those who were flirted with.

"That's right! Your plan by that nasty thought of yours is that of this inferior capable man... with the hypocrisy and insanity of Rank D! No trace, I'll smash you!!

Yuman blows up a tremendous Immortal Qi, and when he takes that face exactly as a phase of anger, he protrudes his lean blade tip into the Rocchialum, saying it with temper.

"To you, you set foot on this Miremar who should have had no itch whatsoever... you set foot on the hearts and minds of those who put that life and lives on this Miremar... only you! I will never forgive you!