Maouyome

Drop off Master Kusukha from the terrace of Demon King's Castle.

In an instant I watched the aftertaste of light disappear to the other side of the sky, changing my mind.

In the Sacred Capital, after all, it was only a matter of reaffirming that fact that the restoration of the vessel of the soul was impossible in the way it was now.

I don't think there's much time left.

Try to pinch the bread and cheeks flat in your hands and arouse yourself to the task of giving up.

"... still to come, but hey"

There is no modern way to fix a crushed soul vessel.

Just a time of mythology. In far ancient times, there was certainly a way to do it, and it remains in the inheritance.

A few clues to help you.

Slightly connected, thin, thin yarn.

Lost Magic: Full Resurrection (Lisa Collection).

Now we can forget how to build it, and no one can use it, the magic of the Mythical Age.

"... I'm not going to put it together from scratch. It's just a reproduction of what it was."

The possibility is not zero.

Even if it's unlimited and close to zero, it's a slight clue that's somehow connected. The only hope.

Then I can put all my strength into that hope.

Ask Lord Barlund, who left a message, to hurry to the back of the Castle of the Demon King. Behind the Castle of the Demon King, to the forbidden library.

I came back to Demon King Castle for two purposes.

In order to connect your life with the quality magic incense found in Demon King's Castle, and to gather materials on "Full Resurrection" in the Forbidden Library of Demon King's Castle, where records from the Divine Age are kept.

Ohka-chan, who is significantly attenuated by magic, has already gone into a coma. The magic incense in the Holy City doesn't hold its quantity and quality anymore.

Besides, in the Sacred Capital, it was not possible to gather information about "complete resurrection".

But.

...... but if it's Demon Royal Castle.

I'm sure there's a lead here, Haz.

Grasp the keys to the forbidden library deposited by Master Sel Azam and run through the hallway of Demon King's Castle in a heartbeat.

Magic of the Divine Age.

Already lost, lost magic.

Still, still, I'm sure.... Must.

Open the door to the forbidden library in the basement.

For a long time, perhaps no one will ever enter the forbidden library, where the smell of dry dust and old paper is heavy and condensed.

Use the magic of "Lighting" to go inside.

The ceiling is high and far away in a cylindrically constructed forbidden library.

Look up at the bookshelves that are far beyond their height, standing on the wall without a single window of lighting. Firmly on every shelf of it, the thick books on the old leather cover sat as if they had even become fossils.

Front from the entrance.

There is no bookshelf just one corner, and one old painting adorned that corner where the stone wall is visible, stops my eyes.

It's a myth-inspired painting.

Reliefs inspired by old myths are also carved everywhere in the hallway of Demon King's Castle. They were often seen from time to time, and I could see at a glance what part of the myth the painting was.

An alien god of war depicted in the center and an old two-pillar god.

Asra, the god of war, betrayed the old gods and sided with the sister gods of light and darkness. The old gods said they created a two-pillar god to defeat Asura, the god of war.

The painting depicted a scene where Asra, the god of war, fought that two-pillar old god and left this.

A flaming giant painted on the right side of the god of war is Kagutschi. And it is trampled on the left side of the god of war......

……

……

... of the age of God, lost magic.

of an age when the old gods were still there, … God's cause.

I was suddenly anxious to try to reproduce something I couldn't help, my hands and feet were tense, and... shrugged.

But this is all I give up anymore.

I don't want to.

I don't know, dude.

Close your eyelids tightly and get in the mood all over your body.

"... if you're scared, don't worry."

He swallowed his weakness all the way down his belly and reached for the bookshelf.

At that moment, the inside of the library rocked tremendously.

"... then what!?

The library sways heavily with the sound of a low-sounding explosion, with dry dust and hardened dust like stone rising on the stone floor.

Not being able to stand, clinging to the viewing table in the middle, a smaller tremor ensued and the explosion sounded.

"... at a time like this, an earthquake?... No, I won't reveal it like that.... This Ha"

No matter which way you stay here, I won't let you know when the bookshelves will fall and be underlayed.

... I can't give up time.

He eats and binds his teeth to remorse and goes out from within the library where the swings continue.

Going out of the library, the explosion and swing were felt loud at first sight, as if the entire castle of the Demon King was swinging.

"... what the hell?"

I rush up the stairs and out to the ground floor.

The ground floor had already become noisy like a hive, and this was not the only thing that had happened.

I find myself in the midst of those who flee, and rush early enough to its little figure, which shows confusion and perplexity.

"Jizzy, what happened!? What's happening?

"Dear Belle Adone!

One of Farrat's brothers and sisters working in the White House as Lefia's caretaker, his sister, Jiji. As we live in the White House, we can reveal ourselves to each other.

"Bo, I want to bone drake!

Jiji's little body tenses with tremors.

"A flock of skeletal dragons surrounded the Castle of the Demon King."

"Skeletal Dragon (Bone Drake)... Huh? Why the demons of the dead labyrinth?"

"Suddenly, I was attacked from the sky, but I didn't know what to do, me, me!

Because of the sudden threat, his gaze is uncertain and his back teeth spiral into good meshing.

He was confused, pitiful of his little body, which was about to become extremely confused, and accidentally held Jiji's body tight. Hold tight, gently stroke and calm that soft back hair.

It's fuzzier than I thought, and somewhere more comfortable.

"Beh, Bel Adne,... Dear Sir?

"... it's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of. It's all right. This is Demon King's Castle, and there's Lord Barlund, and there's a strong army of voicemailers. So calm down,...... it's okay. Don't be scared."

"... is, yes.... excuse me"

"Yeah. Yeah, kid, but hey."

Make sure Jiji calms down in his arms and... try to smile away from the little warmth, stroking his head gently, even as he spares a little moff-moff.

A little life trying to behave like a temperament, sweetheart.

"For now, Jiji goes to the back of Demon King's Castle. You don't know where to evacuate, do you? Stay there and wait until things are over.... yeah."

"Ha, ha!... Dear Bel Adone,"

"Like Bone Dragon, I won't let anything happen to you. I'll take care of it."

"Ha!"

The little furrat girl of the worker gave a powerful nod back, shining her big black eyes.

Leave Jiji to the adult Farrat heading to the retreat behind the castle to gently drop off his little back, which will be far away early.

Stop at the pretend, chest wide against the anxiously looking back gaze, and try to respond with a clenching fist and a laugh.

The way he nodded happily, hey, Ah-chan's words fumbled past his chest.

- Power is what there is to protect something.

"... I get it. I know, but hey, honey."

When you put your gripped fist against your chest, it conveys a small beat of tocum. Here, once again, it is strong in consciousness and engraved that what you inherited from Aka-chan flows.

The inherited vein flows into this body with a definite fever.

Push harder and run out of the spot.

Speaking to the people in the castle to get to the retreat, he runs up the stairs of Demon King's Castle all the way, aiming for a terrace wide open to the outside.

Foot is taken by intermittent blasts and swings.

At times he squatted and pushed the backs of the frightened, but looked up into the sky from the terrace he had finally reached, and gazed at those who flew freely around in it.

Skeletal Dragon (Bone Drake).

A demon from the labyrinth, rarely created on the deep floor of the labyrinth of the dead.

The Labyrinth of the Dead, influenced by the Goddess of Light, who presides over life and death, does not exist near the Castle of the Demon King. The nearest one was sealed in the contraindicated forest, but that one already, the refia purifies it.

There are about 40 skeletal dragons (Bone Drake) flying around the sky.

Each one of them is free to fly around the big sky, spraying a mass of black chi all he wants from the next to the next.

... where the hell are all these numbers coming from?

Strongly step on the floor of the terrace with both legs and stick your arms out wide forward. Turning down, focus your consciousness on the palms you try to superimpose, and feel the beat of the atmosphere.

First of all, I can't do anything about him.

Thinner, thinner tangles, binds, braids, and weaves its own magic into the atmosphere, including tension, on multiple layers.

Sink your consciousness deeply and grasp the flow of the atmosphere.

Atmospheres bound at your feet swirl and increase density.

While the atmosphere weaving its own magic builds momentum, it swirls stronger and stronger to strengthen its pressure.

As it penetrated into the back of the atmosphere where the magical formula constructed under consciousness was collected, the directional mass of the atmosphere bounced and flew, becoming the blade of multiple successive winds, attacking the target above.

The blade of the wind involves the surrounding atmospheric skeleton dragons (Bone Drake), crushing and slashing them, whirling them wide and trapping them inside the cage made of a large swirl of compressed air.

Wide area extermination magic "Storm Strike (Tempest)".

The skeletal dragons (Bone Drake), sealed in motion by a raging wind and crushed with countless blades, cannot be resisted and are scattered shattered in the vortex of the atmosphere.

What if I missed one?

No more damage to the city or castle.

Thin nerves, pointy as if touching a blade, fine so as not to leak even a single pick of a band of wind, a bundled atmosphere, deeply concentrating the consciousness on the control to the storm zone.

Capture all the skeletal dragons (Bone Drake) that were raging in the sky and throw them inside the cage of the swirling atmosphere. To further compress the storm cage, which covered the skeletal dragon (Bone Drake), and shatter everything to the last piece, he gripped his fist strong and strong.

Swallow the skeletal dragons (Bone Drake) and the compressed storm cage shrinks and scratches away in an instant.

The atmosphere, which was bound by magic, was liberated, and the aftermath of its shock spread like a ripple,... disappeared.

The skeletal dragons (Bone Drake) were swept away.... such a soothing moment.

"... be!?

A red and black fireball, which flew out of sight, plundered the sides and landed on the terrace. The scaffolding collapses with a violent explosion.

"... Gu, this ooh-ooh!

Falling is inevitable. But it can't even be a sprinkle if you get crushed by the rubble like this.

Braid the magic thread aggressively to connect it to the window frame and support the body so that it is destroyed and not caught in the rubble of a collapsing scaffold.

The magic thread is cut by the recoil, which prevents the forced fall, and the impact, which could not be missed, is transmitted straight to the body and the breath stops.

Eating and tying his teeth, he withstood the shock and rolled down onto the ground scattered with debris.

"... what's that now?!?

Restore the blurred vision with temper, cover it and be careful and vigilant around it.

"I didn't know anybody was going to get all that skeletal dragon (Bone Drake). I heard you were paying for the main power of Demon King's Castle... but it seems a little different."

In the soot smoke that stood up, there was a middle-backed armor figure.

The armored knight slowly approached him, holding a huge Halvard in one hand that did not fit his height.

A gentle voice backed by its magic that even remembers the distorted, physiological disgust felt from all over the body makes you exhort creeps.

Whenever that step of walking over without precipitation is taken, unspoken fear is unknown and carved up like a thin, pointed needle in the root of the heart.

... This is a lie.

Such a distorted form of magic is impossible.

That's a distorted shape that I just added to the unmade, as if it were full of joints. It's too ugly, creepy, too mighty, a lump of magic, even if it was artificial.

"Well fine. Not so bad as one of the afternoons."

An armored knight appearing from the other side of the earth smoke ugly distorted the fragile face he had seen on his golden hair and...

When the armored knight stops there, he raises his voice in high spirits with a huge hand gesture as if he were a performer on stage.

"Congratulations! The king is back!

Unstoppable fear turns… into certainty.

……

……

... That's him.

It's Sunra.

He said it was Sunra, the demon king of tyranny.