The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

- Kill him.

My voice sounds.

Sound familiar, a voice.

- Drop it, intelligence, etc.

Throw it away?

Why is that?

- That's out of the way.

- Destroy them all, obstruct them.

- Everything, for your own good.

For yourself......?

I learned to question it.

Do something for yourself?

- Sure, isn't that the kind of man you are?

Oh, yeah.

I don't work for myself. [M]

If it moves - yes.

- For your people, enjoy the destruction.

My 'intelligence' was swallowed up by that word.

Satan sighed deeply in his heart when he saw its body rolling at his own feet.

(No matter how much Chaos commands, it's hard to get a girl...)

Satan was famous as a demon who couldn't be a demon.

In other words - he seems human. Should I say so?

You have 'loyalty' that is not supposed to exist in the devil, you feel 'guilt' killing people, and you know better than anyone the sorrow of your loved ones dying in front of you.

(What wouldn't have happened if the boy had been honest with the devil...)

That being said, Satan turned his gaze to Gin - and immediately afterwards opened his eyes to that killing feeling from above.

"Ha ha!"

Retreat and evade.

However, his body accumulates a huge amount of damage taken in the fight against Gin. The sword, which he usually used to carry, left a small scratch on Satan's chest.

"Come... who are you?

"Well, I'm pretty sure he's your enemy for now."

There was a young man with a black knife.

The black-haired, black-eyed man, but he felt quite intimidated from himself.

(Even if it's not about that guy... pretty powerful, is it?)

Satan smashed his tongue.

Apparently, only the man who made it this far thanks to the martial arts crowd that brought him here in large numbers, but still, it's only a little dangerous to deal with him with this injury.

(Retreat…?)

That's what Satan thinks.

"... what?

I noticed my own hands trembling.

That's the same for the man - Kuse, whose gripping black knife is making noise and trembling.

"This is..."

Cells all over the body send red flags.

A cold, firm 'feeling of death' begins to erode your mind, as if your whole body has goosebumps and a vicious blade stuck to your neck muscle.

In the meantime, I heard the rubble collapse.

Gala......

"- Huh!?"

In that direction, Satan turned his eyes open to the limit.

That was the same thing Kusei did, and they were stunned just to see something incredible.

"... tu, aah..."

- I was standing.

My body was flirty, but still. The man, who was so badly wounded that he couldn't even move - on both legs, was standing up on the spot.

And Satan raised his voice in amazement.

"What a fool!? You're already..."

At the next moment, his eyes caught the face that was approaching his eyes.

Whether the cranium was cracked in the earlier offense, there is more blood overflowing from the forehead, and both of those eyes are open to their limits.

But the emotions I can feel in my eyes are not stunning.

"Gahhh!?"

If you noticed, Satan's body had been blown away.

Destroy the deserted city and still be blown hundreds of meters without stopping.

The body then burst into the square in the centre of the town, the fountain located there, and finally killed the momentum.

"is ho, gee ho..., what, happened...?

If you lower your gaze, there will be traces of that fist profoundly pierced in your abdomen, and from the edge of your mouth there will be more blood than ever.

A blow once eaten from chaos, comparable to that - no, to a blow that even exceeded it, Satan felt that 'crisis' again.

Satan feels the tremor again and looks up.

Then there existed a huge hole where the dimensions were distorted and opened up in this world itself.

And - it's the man who appears out of it.

"... wi"

At the earliest, no voice leaks out of its mouth.

Only that 'sound' that doesn't even make a voice leak out of it.

The man who can no longer feel reason, intelligence, etc.

Even if I lost my lover - I was laughing.

The laugh was terribly painful, sad, entertaining, and so miserable that I had never seen it.

"... Broken, huh?

First, those words turned my head.

But soon we come to the conclusion that it is different. Breaking means collapsing. That it weakens.

whereas this man is the opposite of it.

"Should I say that my companion's death broke some stopper in his body"

I'm sure the name of that stopper is - fear of killing.

Until now, that fear of unconsciously braking to the body. I don't want to kill people, I don't want to kill people. That fear has now disappeared.

"I, hi..."

He laughed.

Ninety percent of reason, etc., could disappear without leaving a trace behind.

What moves him now - 10% wildness.

The man who was afraid to kill and suppressed his wildness with intelligence and reason.

The man is recognized by God, by the devil, and by men, and his strength rises to just one more step to the strongest.

If such a man abandoned all 'suppression'.

If you do, then...

"Wih, ha!

Moments later, the wildness ran out.

His distance vanished in an instant, and Satan stiffened his guard to that palpable 'beating' motion.

He would have easily prevented it.

Though...

DOGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

"Grr!?"

At that rate, much earlier than before, to its power, which was far more awesome than before, Satan was convinced that the wildness had not merely rampant.

"Ki, you! Did your anger awaken your abilities!?"

Satan knows.

Sometimes anger awakens people's power.

For example, the last step in stretching. Anger easily holds it back.

Satan chewed his teeth on that fact while reaffirming how sweet the chaos and his thoughts were.

"This man - heh, he has to be killed here!

Want to be one of us?

I can't afford to say that.

Satan was exposed to the fact that he was just being pushed into his fist, yet unleashed that power -!

"'Rooting' huh!

Moments, a vast sense of intimidation blew out of his body.

In an instant, the body stains a pitch-black color, and its supposed lost right arm grows with a cockroach ringing.

Rooting - motifs, demons.

Make it the pinnacle of the Great Devil, the demon manifester.

Two pairs of pitch-black wings stretched out of his back, and Satan growled toward heaven.

"Vo vo vo vo vo vo vo!"

The body was big enough to grow to about three meters, and the wildness that saw it laughed.

Satan grabbed both of those fists, even though he remembered a little fear in that grin.

"I mean it more than this, Executor!... no '

Satan, yes, tried to call him the executor.

But when he saw him, Satan came up with two perfect names for his wildness.

"Should this be the case?"

- Destroyer.

Moments later, two fists clashed and their surroundings were exhausted and destroyed.

- It's not a biological movement.

That was what Satan felt, fighting the Destroyer.

There is something about the existence of organisms, no matter how strong they are, called limits of action.

That is no exception to Satan or chaos, and no action can be taken out of it significantly.

But - this man was different.

"Ugah!"

Destroyer, with Satan's fist in minimal motion, locked it to hug it to its arm and slammed his knee as hard as he could.

Goki!

The sound of a bone breaking that echoes.

If you look, Satan's arm was bent in a strange direction from the middle of it, and as Satan groaned at the pain, blood blew out of it.

"Hih, ah."

The man with the blood and a further grin.

More like a demon than a demon?

It's raw in those words.

As such - correctly 'ghosts'.

When Satan devoured his teeth, he swept away his broken arm as much as he could.

"Ha ha!... ah?

However, Satan accidentally knelt down on the spot with the feeling that something had been lost.

And behold, the swollen arm was gone from the tip of its elbow, from which was scattered a great deal of blood all around it.

"Gih, hi..."

And that man with that huge arm.

He had that pruned arm on his shoulder, his face painted with joy.

- They're playing.

Satan, who came to think of that fact, had never been there before - angry.

"Gu, nooooooooo!! Come on, you!

Satan's ability - "Sin of Anger" increases his own status the more angry he gets.

If you think you were overwhelming Ginn without even using that ability, you can clearly see the difference in character from Satan, but...

"To you! You don't seem to have room to spare! Destroyer!

Satan wrapped a red lotus-colored flame around his remaining right fist.

It adds even more anger power to the 'flame', which can be handled by rooting, and its power is more than a dozen times greater than what I used earlier, no, it's swollen to more than that.

The Devil's Fist (Satan Blow)

The shockwave runs around just the aftermath of that accumulation.

At a glance, you can see the immense magic in that fist. That's a right, one-strike special fist.

But...

"Ki-hee, ga-hee!

Moment after moment, the magic runoff poured out.

A few times more than Satan, no, Satan accidentally sweated cold at the magic that might be more than that - shortly afterwards, as soon as he saw the 'something' gathering in his left fist, his whole body emitted a red flag.

"" The Iron Fist of Nothingness (Void Blow) ""

That was the first word the wild pronounced.

Darker than darkness, darker than even the magic of chaos, and thicker and more concentrated, its magic is a rightly small black hole.

It can't be, there was so much 'something' that it seemed, wrapped around that fist.

"Gu......, again, is this man dangerous? - Huh!

"Kihah!"

Wildness wields that fist and storms straight this way.

In contrast, Satan also ran out with his fists.

And...

"Both, that's it"

With such a voice, a golden thunder fell between them.