Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

I used the magic I pulled out of the horn for black magic - no, black magic.

Something that develops a disease that leads to death in a matter of seconds, something that takes away light forever, something that locks you in a prison of thought, something that makes you unrecognizable about nothing in the outside world, something that makes your body immobile like a stone.

The essence of black magic, which is only known to be usable and is considered dangerous by the world.

Phoenix, however, resists all of it with the magic of a different digit (resist).

It's magic that I predicted, but still isn't normal.

The aim is to use it for resistance (resist).

Fate is both physical and magical, attacking loss.

Phoenix, ignore this.

- Heh, you're strong.

It is rare in itself to be able to hang multiple black magics, but it is also difficult to solve those that are difficult to hang.

No matter how much Phoenix, it's hard to concentrate on the battle while doing something about multiple black magic with enormous magic.

So, some need to 'give up'.

We are determined to accept some debuffs as far as we can concentrate on combat.

So he only resists with all his might what is deadly or that affects his spirit (Resist).

Thought he wanted to retain his offense, but accepted a decline with his defense.

I still know the defense. You can defeat them before they attack you.

But I didn't expect to accept the key attacking loss.

- No.

As my distance decreases, my resistance to magic attacks increases.

As long as there are gods, that's why.

Juicy, even water droplets overflow over the heated iron plate.

The sound of a layer of magic deployed to prevent "heat" from breaking in an instant. I can no longer keep the shape of a membrane, and my magic scratches off.

Burning heat just to get close.

In order to get beyond this, we need something to block the heat. So I multiply my magic and expand it to the front.

I tried to make time to get close to him.

It has succeeded, but it has also been destroyed with tremendous momentum.

Hundreds of layers break to get one step closer.

- Don't be ridiculous, really.

What do people think of the tricky magic?

Damn, isn't that fun?

Every time Phoenix moves one step closer, the floor, the columns, the ceiling - the dungeon itself loses its shape and disappears.

Dungeons are spaces made up of magic, and interiors are the only way to change and focus, but that's why you don't turn them off without a trace.

There is nothing left after his passing.

None.

Darkness you can't look ahead to. That's what a stripping magic space is.

A white beard approaches me as I destroy the world. [M]

"Great magic, Leme!

"You too......!

"I win! I'll beat you and prove your correctness!

"Right, brave man. Then I'll tell you, sometimes the brave lose!

"The brave man I know can't be beat! At the end of the day, you must win!

"Oh, that's the same thing today, Phoenix!

What does Phoenix think?

If the brave fight each other, one loses.

But his brave man must have been me in the past.

Admiring me, he can't forgive himself for losing.

Even if you lose "Always the last best friend to win".

Defeat me, but try to win as a [fiery brave man].

Even if that is to bring defeat to your friends.

To not give up dreams that I admire and set out to aspire to.

- That's fine, Phoenix.

"The form of bravery you have shown will lift me to the best in the world!

Wings, huh?

It was dazzling and not well visible, but it looked like Red Lotus Wings.

On the back of Phoenix, flaming wings grow.

I wondered if the burning bamboo scattered like scaly powder, with the explosion - Phoenix's body accelerated.

I showed it in the battle with Mr. Marcosias, fast moving by fire.

The pace of annihilation of my expanded membrane rises rapidly.

"I told you! He said he'd get past you! Today! Here! I'm the one who wins!

I have wings, too. Winged bones, though. It's actually a deformed corner though.

It's a horn, so there's magic built up there.

Sophisticated, high-density, high-purity magic.

Because of this, I can use true black magic, and because of this, I can put up a membrane that prevents Phoenix from burning, and because of this - I can run fast, too.

Ordinary magic can't do miracles unless you make it magical, even if it's just quantity.

But it is possible with magic compressed and condensed at the corners.

By ejecting magic, the body is held back.

I shocked my body and my cheek flesh swayed. Billy and his whole body seem to be trembling.

Vision flows rapidly.

The membrane peels off. Burned. It disappears in an instant.

I let Phoenix use a lot of magic. Defense is down to its maximum.

What he has is the strength of the flames.

The gods' magic is out of standard, but consumes the magic it deserves.

Now, there is only a few moments before activation.

That's why Phoenix activated it not just before he slashed me, but just before the clash.

This much magic, it won't last long.

No long battles. No more rush is meaningless.

"Leme...... ugh!!

He did.

"Phoenix...... ugh!!

Right in front of you.

"Spirit...!

The holy sword that Phoenix shook down, the blade on the other side that slashed me, blew up.

He came here to speed up the slaughter even further.

- Is it the same to think?

Magic had also erupted from the corner protruding from my elbow.

A fist intercepts a sword.

"Use the horns…!!

- Using the horns my master gave me, I can't lose...!

Clash.

The world rocked.

And change the color.

Everything behind me, too, burns down and disappears.

And the door that leads to the safe room.

There is a ground where the two of us stand.

The scaffolding left behind by my unfolded magic and the spirits whose magicians do not harm.

The only thing that makes the world shine is that I'm trying to erase it.

"Ugh, ooh, ooh... ugh!

At the same time as the clash, you can see my body screaming.

They don't get wiped out, thanks to the magic they've accumulated for nine years.

How many seconds will it last?

I beat the hell out of Phoenix. [M]

My fists are burning.

I can see it being pushed.

But I put more effort into it.

- I wanted to be a brave man.

When I was young, I was powerless, and I thought of everything to get rid of the abusers and those who abused Phoenix.

After I turned ten, I couldn't be [a brave man], and I trained myself as a [black demon mentor]. I wanted to be a brave man recognized by everyone in the battle to make my people win.

Twenty. I got to get out of the party. I met Mr. Mira and everyone at Demon King Castle and found the form of a brave man who would let the demons win.

Sometimes it was painful, but I never thought of myself as unhappy. It may have been an affair, but it's not an unhappiness.

Parents who did not abandon their children who were [black demon mentors], best friends who told me to be adventurers together, masters who made me inherit important horns, Mira and all the demons who recognized my power, Kash who admired me, Blitz, who became my friend, and Aerial, who invited me to a party.

They were there, so I can believe in my good fortune.

But the truth is, the truth is.

When I was a kid, I admired it.

Purely, what I thought was good.

Defeat the enemy directly from the front and lead your people to victory - that's what he was brave about.

I'm [Black Demon Instructor]. As long as you're an adventurer, you can't move out of it.

But no one's watching now.

This is not in anyone's eyes.

So, not for anyone else, but for me back then, obsessed with the screen and dreaming about the future.

"Be a brave man...... ugh!

Fist, swing through.

I wonder how much the antagonism was.

Every few minutes, every few seconds, it seemed instant. Maybe it was almost a moment.

But we'll never forget it.

Such a dense moment doesn't make me disappear from my memory.

Neither the holy sword nor fist broke.

misaligned with each other (,,,).

The holy sword of Phoenix devoured my left shoulder.

My fist pierces his chest. [M]

Until earlier, there was a lie, a silence.

My body - it's not burning.

The Holy Sword was not already wrapped in magic.

My fist is pushing through Phoenix's back.

"... aren't the four spirits enough to burn you"

Phoenix laughs overflowing. Regrettably, yet contentedly.

He takes his hand off the sword and reaches for my robe.

And put the mask I took out on my face.

"... both"

The horns were already gone. I'm back in my body.

The magic is gone.

"I'll be back."

"You're an annoying customer. Look, there's nothing left."

Phoenix ignores my complaints.

"The last thing you win is because you're a brave man. I'll try you again."

"... oh, I'll win next time, though"

"I want to fight you all. Don't use horns other than me."

"The enemies who need a horn can show up."

"Phew... lemme"

"Ah."

"Like old times, he was a good brave man."

"... I see."

That's when I heard a little scream.

Apparently, the recording stone for the transfer was safe, and someone with the camera transferred it.

But someone, who lost ground and pedestal and moved to a recording stone drifting through the universe, floats in a magical space. Still seems to be managing to point the camera at it.

"Eh, take it! Ah! There he is! [Flaming Brave] It's Phoenix and [Ship Horn Dark Demon Instructor] Remegeton! Duh, what's going on! The holy sword of Phoenix is on the shoulder of Lemegeton... Eh, Lemegeton, my arm, is piercing the chest of Phoenix! This...!

The magic that makes up the Magic Body (Avatar) emits light when it leaks. It's a performance.

With each other badly injured, we would appear to have been illuminated by a bright light by magic particles leaking from each other's wounds.

Phoenix laughed again.

Now it's like honoring.

[Flaming Brave] It was a smile as Phoenix.

"... it was a great battle, Lord Lemegeton"

"... you too, [Flaming Brave] Phoenix"

And - Phoenix's body became a magic particle, scattered.

"Uh, uh...? Phoenix's... Often? Eh! Exit! The Phoenix Party is wiped out! [Flaming Brave] Phoenix has been defeated by the Demon King's Army Staff!

"There's been some mistakes."

I speak to the woman in the station. [M]

"Hiccup. Hey, what is it...?

"His exit and their total annihilation are right. But defeat is not right. Because..."

The disappearance of his holy sword resulted in the loss of what was holding the wound back and the leakage of magic from the Magic Body (Avatar).

My body disappeared and my consciousness returned to the main body in the link room.

A cocoon confirming that the spirit has returned to the body slowly opens up.

"I guess it's a draw. Well, well, mine, hard win."

But, well, should that be judged by the viewer?

I left my cocoon laughing at all the demons who waited for me.

Defeat the Phoenix Party in the Tenth Layer and Spiritual Demonic Domain.

Demon Castle's defense was a success.