Makai Hongi

"Goran!"

They called me by name.

No way, even just before, it's still downward?

When I looked back at where it was, I saw a face.

"With General Meralda..."

"It's been a while, Goran."

"and… and"

"Hmm? What?

"Master Tralzard!

"Um, I'm truly a tralzard, but, Goran, have you forgotten your face yet?"

"Why are you here!? And the country?"

"There's a country."

"I'm not, why are you out of the country! What about the protection of the country?

"Well, I'm worried, Golan's coming out, so we're all here to watch the game."

There are indeed many faces I have seen.

Are you sure? The demon king brought his general to watch the game.

No, it's not good. If you take the Demon King's neck, it's Big Venus.

Isn't it awkward to see people like this?

"Watching the game... where are you going to see it?

"The place is well secured. See, over there."

"You're laying a leisure seat!

Hanami!

I also keep my lunch box. Fine art.

It's totally easy. The demon king has taken the general and has come for a pleasure.

"I hear you've left all the challengers. That's Golan. We're all counting on it."

From the time the top showdown was decided until today, there was a period of more than a month.

Melvis had no trouble getting ready to go to the world without worrying about his hindsight, and inquiries continued from surrounding countries who heard of the showdown.

So the civilians of the non-combatant race rushed to prepare the venue.

In the meantime, I was fighting one fierce opponent after another.

I don't want to remember anymore, that.

I appropriately picked up the demon kings who started drinking, and I headed to the venue.

I have to pull the lottery (...).

I hear General Farnese has already pulled it off.

All we have to do is go to Golan.

"Oh, really?"

Then you don't have to pull it off, do you?

They have a ball in the box.

I stuck my hand in it and took out the last one.

"... 'Ahead'? What was the general?

"I'm 'after'"

"Suppose... is my opponent, that one"

General Daldaros and General Tulart are talking over there.

I see. We broke up first and later, so I guess we're also exchanging information.

"Which do the generals want to fight?

"You're General Tulart. General Daldaros fights in a similar way."

"Uh, if you're a Flying Heavenly opponent, you lose the advantage of the sky."

This top showdown, no detailed rules or anything.

You can bring in any weapon or anything.

Unless you use the help of others, whatever you do, whatever you bring in.

It's a battle like that.

"It seems a little harsh for me to pierce General Tulart's armor."

From what I can tell, it looks like it's wrapped up like a chunk of iron. Can that be called armor?

Enough to worry about being able to move on your own, but there's no defensive gap anywhere.

If we fight directly from the front, it's going to be a pain in the ass.

General Daldaros on the other hand, but this one seems to hit and change and focus on offensive gear.

It carries a wide variety of weapons.

All would be precious and expensive, rather scarce.

Since it is a light outfit, the emphasis is on speed.

It's a costume that assumes a unilateral attack from the air.

By the way, I have two sets of hexagonal sticks and a deep sea dragon's knife in my usual dragon scale armor.

Magic resistance is unlimited, but it has magic absorption, so there's nothing to be afraid of as long as the timing is right.

The arena is a simple place where the Titans have spent days evening, obliquely placing their hands.

But it is made widely for that matter.

I wonder if it's about a kilometer in diameter.

"It's time to start."

General Farnese urged me, and I nodded.

It's not like the MC will boost anything.

All those who were doing the last maintenance pulled it off.

I guess I sensed the atmosphere changed.

The gallery quieted down.

"Okay, I'm coming."

Which one comes first after all? I forgot to check.

A twitch happened when I got off to the arena.

Everyone in the audience knows I took the fall and fought scattered.

"Did you win?"

Waiting often... opponents have arrived.

It is giant.

The ground rocks with every walk.

Yes, my opponent was General Tulart.

It is a Cyclops tribe, a huge physical battle nation.

Inhibited by armor and invisible in any way, the muscles and the like are so hard that I wonder if they are made of steel.

There's an elevator wire.

It has the strength to match that with dozens of bottles.

"Well, maybe it's easier this way,"

As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather be shot at magic or flying in the sky.

No matter how tough you are, no matter how tough you are, if you smash from the front, I win.

If I can't do that, it's my loss.

Simple is fine.

"I'm ready, come on!

I barked at him with a hexagonal stick.