Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

"... this is the first time you've actually shown it."

Phoenix is the only exception, and I know about my master and my powers.

"Oh, you're keeping it, aren't you?

Free the horn of the ship.

My right arm changed.

Something black, hard and shiny covers the skin.

Something like a pointed corner pops out of your elbow, but the color of this is also pitch black again. The abnormality grows from the shoulder to the shoulder and around the scapula, something boned in the wings.

And the reverse of a fake corner attached to a magic body (avatar).

On the right side of the head, the same horn grows as the demon king or master.

Phoenix took a step back.

Not because it was ugly.

I guess my instincts felt it.

It was so much magic that it sensed the crisis.

With the aftermath of magic, the tenth layer sways.

"Did you hide something like this?"

[Storm Brave] Mr. Aerial said he remembered his master the first time he saw me.

Maybe he felt it.

It's in me, Master Horn.

The Devil's Horn accumulates magic and refines it. Higher density, higher purity magic exerts the same magic but also the effect of misdigits.

Demons accumulate the magic created from excellent magic organs in their two corners.

Once upon a time, the brave exercised the magic of crossing the ordinary man by the Spirit and the devil by the horns.

The amount of storage varies from demon to demon, but if you are [Demon King], you can accept a huge amount of digits.

What the Demon King was about to say when I showed off my Avatar.

Originally, the demon becomes one horn - meaning he gave his successor a horn.

That I let someone inherit one of the horns that supports my strength.

Not in my case. In the corner, which was originally zero, one was added.

I didn't know it at the time, but my master was [Demon King].

To a country kid, it wasn't something you could give.

Truth is, I don't know why.

But my master gave me horns, neither my son nor my grandson.

The master managed to adapt horns that were not inherently compatible with people by using ancient secret techniques all over them.

However, crushed and powdered corners, one pinch a day.

Just taking it in, my mediocre, extraordinary flesh screamed.

Naturally, we approach demons from humans. It's like being another creature. It can't be easier.

It took me over a year to tame my body with one horn.

And for some reason now, the corners are like this.

... Absolutely more mass than when I first took it in. It deviates from the corner.

They put it on their elbows and foreheads in the case of transplants to demons, so treating me is an exception to the rule. Rough work done because I'm a master. It looks like an irregular thing is happening.

"How many years?

Phoenix is laughing. It's a little drawn, but it looks really fun.

"It's all the magic I've accumulated since I took in some of the horns, by this day"

My magic organs were overtrained by obnoxious training.

Everyday, it became difficult to run out of magic from where it was generated.

And then I built up more and more magic in the corners while I worked out my black magic.

By the way, the horns aren't melting and flowing in the blood, so I don't have to worry about some of them being taken in by her with Mr. Mira's blood.

Of the demon king's disciple, about nine years of magic.

It was poured in when generating the Avatar.

At this time, my powers are comparable to those of the four spirits.

Phoenix stepped forward, even though he would be feeling it on his skin.

"Don't worry, you used it on me."

"As far as I know, no one can beat you single-handedly."

I don't know if it's around Mr. Aerial, but I dare assure you.

I kept my word.

Except for me.

The whole body of Phoenix was engulfed in flames. Flame enough to learn bitterness just by pointing your gaze.

That slowly gathers in his holy sword. The flames condense and wrap around the sword.

The flame was white.

"The gods," they say. The Spirit says anything in this world can be burned down. "

It is nowhere near when I touch it. Just stopping by and not leaving a single piece of dust to be erased from the world.

The white flame turned out to be such a substitute.

Still, I take a step forward.

"Don't worry, use it on me. It's not pom-pom magic."

There are limits to the protection of the Spirit as well. Any time you recover, you will be exhausted if you draw so much power at once.

Even if you beat me here, then how will you beat the Demon King? You're gonna need a pretty long rest period.

"To the best of my knowledge, no brave man is better than you"

One breath down, then Phoenix continued.

- I want to beat you like that.

I'm glad.

This guy has always admired me for some reason.

That's good. If you can't lose, there's a stakeout.

But what do you think?

You, [Flaming Brave].

You're the most powerful adventurer humankind deserves.

You can't keep me above yourself forever.

That's what I thought, but it's really good.

You want to beat me properly.

I'm so happy for you.

I held my fist.

"I was worried you didn't have time, but you didn't need it in the first place"

This amount of magic to each other. Let's hit it all at once, it won't be a long fight.

Phoenix nodded one and then said:

"I think I've never killed you before."

Do you think you've won yet? No, I'm inspiring myself. I know.

Fine, I'll give you a ride.

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of you."

Phoenix set up his sword.

A grin is engraved on each other's lips, and in a moment it disappears.

And we kick each other in the ground.

Clashed.