The Strongest Wingless Gargoyle

My name is Beria, and I tend to be seen sweetly because I'm a woman, but I'm one of the twelve demon kings.

This is still the true ancestor of vampires and one of the ancient ginseng among demon kings.

Demons, demons, and our demonic creatures become strong enough to fight.

At the end of the battle, there were twelve mighty men who recognized themselves as demon kings.

Among them are four demon kings, including me, especially powerful, called Immortal Four (the Four Without Death).

Our strength never lags behind those demons, but there are so many bloodthirsty people in this world that challenging people appear.

This time Runne does.

I have only met Lanne once in the past on the occasion of talks between demon kings.

A young, deserted werewolf looking down on others in the crude.

I don't even try to hide my desires, such a demon king.

I govern my people with fear and I will not condone anything that defies them.

It's pathetic for the inhabitants involved in his reign, but he didn't interfere about his territory, which is next door, because he was at his best with other demon kings.

But three years ago,

Lanne has suddenly waged war on me.

Appears to be an abdominal build-up sitting in the Immortal Four seat on my behalf.

I don't care what your name is, but if that's harmful to my territory, you can't just let yourself be liked.

It turned out to be in the form of total war, but nothing. I'm not a combat fanatic.

I don't know what to say myself, but I think he's a relatively warm man among demon kings.

If I didn't do this territory any harm, I was going to admit it as the next Demon King.

Of course, if you've exceeded the limit, I'll smash you relentlessly...

You may think it's sweet, but this is because of the vast territory under my jurisdiction, and because I can't turn my reign on my own.

I don't need Ranne's territory.

I want more competent subordination than territory.

Only one Immortal Four (the Four Without Death) has an exception, while the other three have factions.

Most of the Demon Kings belong to either of these factions, and I actually have about two friendly Demon Kings allies, too.

Even if there's a personality problem, Lanne wants to keep it under my umbrella, even if he's a man called the Demon King, if he can.

Killing Lanne and forcing the new Demon King into Lanne territory doesn't make sense if it's not accompanied by strength.

It's about a bloody demon clan, even demon kings with no means of self-defense would soon be killed.

I wanted to avoid war as much as I could given the hassle ahead.

With that background and wanting to avoid the war I tried to make as friendly contact as possible, but Lanne refused to do so.

With a glimmer of hope, I thought maybe...

As expected, the war was inevitable.

Honestly, I wasn't expecting it, considering the character of a man named him.

Neither did he hear the surrender recommendation.

There is a clear difference between me and Lanne in the power we possess.

Inevitably, Lanne will take the form of being pushed, and crusade operations will enter the final phase.

Leaving it behind was only the home castle of Lanne.

Even though they have been hunted down, even if they have named themselves Demon King for many years, it is necessary for me, the Demon King, to go out directly in case Lanne's own strength is unknown.

I laid a formation in front of the Castle Gate of Lanne.

Preparations for the castle attack are steadily progressing...

It was about that time that preparations would also be in the final stages.

Out of common sense beings came suddenly.

Gargoyle, who suddenly flew flimsily in front of me and my men, resting in front of the castle gate in an attempt to feed his English, before the attack of Castle Lanne, which he refrained from the next day.

Gargoyle's eyes have no light and seem to be under the magic of a slave.

I thought you were here for reconnaissance, but it's too grand, and now it's like saying shoot me down.

I don't know the purpose of the enemy, but naturally I don't leave such a demon alone, and a fire magic fireball is released from my men towards Gargoyle.

An explosion broke out around the gargoyle, and the smoke generated made the gargoyle invisible.

Wasting my men......, my most abominable act.

Anger springs up on Runne the Demon King.

They may say it's sweet, but I don't really like slave magic.

Soldiers who are not governed by emotions and advance for ends may certainly be advantageous in war, but they are not accumulative for those who fight them.

The struggle should be reciprocal, isn't it absurd to risk your life against such a mechanically living thing?

We should decide whether we live or die by our own will.

A little bit of magically generated smoke clears up.

Preempted magic attacks would probably have shattered Gargoyle...

Everyone must have thought so.

In fact, that's what I thought too...

(Impossible... what is that?)

So I saw something incredible.

Smoke appeared clear with wings winged and intact and floating gargoyles.

There are no remnants of the defensive magic activated before it was attacked.

In general, gargoyles are quite physically defensive even as they remain vegan, but they are also magically resistant. Water and soil are quite resistant, but fire magic resists are both.

(Yet..., you say it's intact?

Still, I still could afford it until this time.

No matter how strong they are, they say they are not my enemies, the Gargoyle, the Demon King.

But the next moment. My spare time disappeared lightly.

Gargoyle looking down at this one from the sky and getting ready to activate the magic.

Moments, incredibly immense fluctuations of magic surround the area.

(Ha? Ugh, no...... what is this amount of magic, just like me or no more!

It is the Tidal Veve of Water Magic that Gargoyle chants to judge from the fluctuations of magic.

Level 7 Super Magic, the highest level that can only be used by some Demon Kings.

(Not good! This is really the first thing to do)

If they used such magic, the army would halve it with one blow.

I rushed out under the gargoyle to stop the magic activation.

I decided that that gargoyle would probably be unstoppable to anyone but me.

Change the offensive policy quickly.

(Take away that gargoyle's maneuverability and finish Runne the Demon King first.

If Lanne, the demon king who is supposed to be the Lord, dies, slave magic will be lifted.

I thought if I could get rid of Runne the Demon King first, I wouldn't have to fight that gargoyle.

Because if you bump into that gargoyle, I won't be safe either.

I can't fight that monster properly.

Even if they wiggle their hair, holes in their stomachs with stone needles and mud on their faces, they somehow burn their gargoyle wings and crash them.

After robbing him of his mobility, he rushed into the castle and laid down Runne, the Demon King, before Gargoyle returned to the front.

Clearly, Gargoyle was strong enough not to be compared to the Demon King Lanne or anything else.

Lanne wasn't weak as the Demon King either, but that gargoyle was too strong for Lanne's strength to be sumptuous.

Before I died, I asked Ranne about Gargoyle, but she didn't seem to know such a gargoyle or anything.

(What the hell is that! Why don't you know who owns it?

As a result, the battle could be won, but the strength of the gargoyle was also comparable to that of the Immortal Four.

I'm so glad I'm here.

I wonder what the hell that unusual gargoyle was.

Without me, the army would most likely have been wiped out.

We had the delivery look for Gargoyle who fell after the Runne Castle control, but we already got information that he moved south.

Leaving such an overly dangerous gargoyle alone is just the problem, but it's inevitable.

Of course, I'll give you a search order, but I have to tell you not to make a bad move.

Let's just pray now that Gargoyle, who regained his self, is a benign being.

I'd like you to be my subordinate if possible...

(I wouldn't like it if they resented me for burning wings...)

With a little anxiety, we proceed with post-war processing.

"Dear Berea, I have gathered those who wish to employ in my army at the entrance."

"But I'll be there in a little while, just let me wait"

(Ugh......, the mud on my face won't fall off, my hair is bumpy because of the wiggling)

Gossip your face with a towel, but stubborn mud won't remove dirt.

(That gargoyle! You can't go out in public with this!

Fighting mud alone because it's not a face that people can show you, but mud doesn't fall.

I inevitably decided to call the help maid.

The samurai looked surprised.

Dear Berea? I've been called in questionable form.

(Ku, that's humiliating...)

It was only after the last two hours that she would stand before the soldiers in victory over the mud pack.