Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi no Slow na Second Life

Bashbarza woke up.

"Heh?

And I didn't know why.

In his brain, there is only a last minute memory.

Darriel's emitted giant light sword.

We were swallowed up in it and should have vanished without a trace.

Yourself.

So what the hell is Bashburza here?

Where I should have disappeared from the world......

"Underworld...... is it...?

The post-mortem world to be told.

Is this where it is?

"No, you're not, are you?

"Heh heh!?"

"This is still the world, my dear."

Bashbarza panics at the abrupt sound of her voice.

"Who is it!? Who is it?"

I look around in a hurry.

Then I could see right in front of me, at the end of my eyes and nose, something huge stood up like a wall.

"Are you... ah!? No, you... ah!?"

"Heh-heh."

Walls and confusing giants.

That was looking down at Bashbarza.

"Demon King!?"

Yes, I am the Demon King.

Bashbarza took two or three steps back every time he feared.

And I looked around and realized I was doing it, to recognize this place where I am.

"This is...!? Between Demon Kings!?"

The top floor of Demon King Castle.

A heavenly throne upon the Lord of all demons, the transcendent, the Demon King.

There was Bashbarza.

"But why...!?"

The last memory of Bashbarza, the Mithril mine, is far from here at Demon King's Castle.

It should have taken more than a few days to walk normally.

My body, combined with the fact that it was erased without leaving any dust...

It was full of puzzling things.

"It's not a mystery."

!?

A demon king's statement as if to see through his heart.

"You look like you're licking the power of this demon king. I'm really licking you."

"And when I say……!?"

"With my Thousand Eyes, you can take a peek at your fight in the distance, or reconstitute your extinction at the atomic level with resuscitation magic."

"... ugh!?"

"And with metamorphotic magic, I brought you all the way from the Mithril mine.... What do you say? It's not surprising that they're all reasonable, is it?

"... hehe, haha...!?"

Not surprisingly, Bashbarza, to his dismay and confusion, could only leak air out of his lungs.

Demon King's place of business.

Everything is too insane and transcendent.

There is no such thing as a Chiri-eye that can be used to look at the distance from Demon King's Castle to Mithril Mine, and resuscitation magic, for example, does not exist itself in the first place.

The dead could not rise, no matter what, and yet Bashbarza was made to disappear without any dust.

If we can resurrect it, you can say it's no longer possible.

Forced metastases that, in addition, act with or without the presence of others far away, not themselves.

"Great..., Great Demon King...!?"

Bashbarza finally realized then the mightiness and omnipotence of the Demon King.

Until then, I was only somewhat to the extent that I was also a fu because my surroundings admire me, but now I know with a physical sense the horror of the Demon King.

"Well incompetent? Don't you have something to say to me?

"Ha! Thank you so much for saving me!!"

Bashbar The Resurrection.

The fact also involves a sense of reality as he gradually crawls up his body.

I cut through.

After that terrible crisis, Bashbarza left his life behind.

The feeling of superiority has also developed with the sense of security.

I was saved by the Demon King. I mean, the Demon King is on his side.

If the Demon King is the one to do justice to the Demon Nation, Bashbarza got the best back shield.

With that power I will burn and kill Darriel and his real father, Grandbazah.

Hope and ambition float in Bashbarza.

"Incompetence, do you know why I brought you back?

"Ha ha!!"

Bashbarza no longer even willingly intervened that he would be called incompetent.

Because the Demon King was engraved in the perception that he was my Lord.

"That, of course, is because I am the loyal servant of the Demon King. I will use this life I have revived, crushed for the Demon King."

"Uh, no, no, no."

"To?"

"You brought you back to life. To kill you with my hands."

"Huh?"

Bachin, and.

Bashbarza's upper body exploded along with a bursting sound that contained a lot of water.

Only the lower body leaves the prototype, surrounded by bouncing flying blood and finely cut guts, scattered miserably.

…………

The Demon King honks his pussy and fingers at the wreckage......

... I tried, but all I rang was an unusual sound rubbing my fingerprints together.

"Is that it? Doesn't it ring well? I've been practicing for thousands of years, and this is all I can do?

Meanwhile, pieces of flesh shattered to signal it will fly back over your lower body so that time will unwind, so that you can connect the pieces together to resuscitate Bashbarza.

"Abba ah!? is ah? Ha...... Huh!? What the hell...... Huh!?"

Bashbarza repeated death and regeneration again.

Blood was drawn to the decadence.

"Impotence, do you like weak bullies?

"Huh?

"You look like you like it. That's why you banished Darriel to a scattered phrase, isn't it? I don't feel good. Hey, I don't feel good, do I?

The Demon King doesn't change the look on his niggered face at all.

"I hate weak bullies. Humans cry. Come on, your chest hurts when you see what hurts, huh? Is that how your heart works? What's so fun about innocent kids suffering? Yeah, he's glad to see that. He's distorted, isn't he?

"Demon King... Huh!? What the hell... Huh!?"

"But, you know, there's only one kind of guy who can hurt or suffer, right? Guess what?

"Oh, um... ugh!?"

"Bad guy."

At that moment, now Bashburza's arms bounced and flew.

I cry out in pain because it didn't end to despair.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

"Ha-ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha. Karma, what's good and bad? It's cool to show the correctness of the world."

The erased arm also plays right back to normal.

A terrible assumption surfaced behind Bashbarza's brain.

I wonder if I will be slaughtered forever as a Demon King's toy.

"Demon King! Forgive me! I'll reflect. I'll change my mind! So!!"

"If you had a chance, Darriel and Grandbazah would have given you a lot, wouldn't they? You wasted it all."

The Demon King waves his finger.

In response, there was a big hole in the floor between the demon kings.

I can't see the bottom, it was just a dark hole.

"Live forever. Hey, you're surprisingly annoying. Bored and pushed to death. Even though he won't die."

"Help! Please help!

"So the boredom that I set up is the quarrel between the brave and the Four Heavens. I'm pretty sweaty in my hand and it makes me forget the time. … with a different plan."

Bottom of a dark, dark hole.

Bottoms and small spots emerged.

The red spots.

"I punish bad guys like you, and I have some entertainment. Look, under this hole."

"Is this... ugh!?"

"These are your seniors."

What looked like a red spot was a person.

How deep the bottom of the hole is. A man as small as a spot suffers countless times.

The red was because its body was wrapped in red lotus flames.

Burned alive, yet never burned out, so burned and tormented forever.

"The Four Heavenly Kings have sinned like you for the past hundred years. I've been punished by me, burned and tormented all the time"

"Hell......, hell...... ugh!?"

"Oh, it's not just the demons, is it? Some of them are human braves..., embarking on the Demon King's Crusade for fame alone, and burning the kind of bastards who came all the way down here to see my people dead."

Bashbarza was right, and the sight was just hell.

The deceased, who was at the bottom of the hole, crawled up to the edge of the hole at some point.

And grab Bashburza's ankle, which was close by.

"Gyabby yuck!?"

"Look, the seniors are welcoming you too, right?

Dragged in.

By the deceased. Bashbarza is also at the bottom of the hole.

You just asked me to be a deceased, too.

"Demon King! Please help! Please help!! I was wrong! So ahhhhh!!"

"Show me to suffer at the bottom of the hole. The best dimension in which the guilty will be rewarded. Sometimes I come to see you in my spare time, okay?

"No, no, no, no, no!? No, no, no, no, no!?"

Dragged in.

Bashbarza resisted and unleashed a special flaming magic, but it didn't make sense.

Because the deceased are instantly cursed by further magic techniques.

"Uhhhhhhhh!?"

It was true that these deceased were the historical Four Heavenly Kings who were sent to hell in touch with the wrath of the past demon kings.

There are walrus and other magical users who are not a problem, such as Bashbarza.

"Oh no! Oh, no! Help me! No ahhhhhhh!?"

I try to stick my fingers up and stay on the marble floor, but the power to drag them in is stronger.

The raw nails peel off and the floor can have left and right five blood muscles at a time.

Fire burns from his feet into Bashbarza's body and is engulfed in systemic flames.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As he raised the roar of his petition, Bashbarza ended up being dragged into the hole.

Closed.

From now on, I suppose he will continue to repent of his sins as his kind are burned by Hellfire.

Until the demon king who created that different space died and vanished.

"Ugh......"

This was the demon king's leisure time.

Fresh boredom was all that mattered above all to the Demon King, who lived eternity and no longer felt anything in the passage of time.

Maybe the brave, the Demon King's Army, even the Warcraft and Mithrills are props for that.

"But for a while, I'm going to see more interesting boredom.... Hey Darriel, huh? You're gonna entertain me, aren't you?