Volume 15 – Ch 1
Chapter 1: Time of Despair
Just as Rimuru was preparing to infiltrate the Imperial Capital, the Dwarven King Gazel Dwargo was in the middle of a desperate battlefield at the moment.
He watched intently as the beautiful incarnation of death scattered in the distance.
“Gravity Collapse is theoretically infinitely more powerful. Do you think it can be defended with Legion magic?”
“To put it mildly, it’s not possible to have a magical strike force to defend with a magical support force.
The Dragon Race is not something that can be summed up in danger.”
Answering Gazel’s question was the Supreme Commandant’s class at the Military Ministry.
He had set up a formation here to await the arrival of Gazel, and was thus able to witness the final end of the Imperial Hybrid Legion.
The soldiers were speechless in the face of an overly absurd tragedy. The war effort had been thwarted long ago, but they had not fled, so he must say something remarkable to them.
In fact, they have all understood that even if they run away, there is still no future.
If one’s own death prolonged the little time one’s family had to live, it was enough as a meaning to stay here, to still maintain the column, supported by such thoughts.
The soldiers believed that the heroic king Gazel would not let them die in vain, so they swore allegiance to Gazel.
Bearing the expectations of the soldiers, Gazel felt bitter. Although it is not visible on the surface, it has actually become a mess on the inside.
We can’t win, more than that, it’s a waste of everyone’s life. You want to surrender? However, the Empire does not allow such things, at least we have to show a certain amount of power before we can do so…
The Empire will not tolerate subservience if it cannot be made to believe that the interests of drawing us in are greater than those of direct combat.
Then, there is no other way to live except to resist the war outright.
No matter how much sacrifice has to be made, one has to believe that these are not deaths for nothing.
“Quality is more important than quantity, but that’s too much of a foul, so we’ll have to go ahead and take her down.”
“Hey hey, doesn’t the king care about his responsibilities anymore?”
“Idiot, isn’t there only one enemy, so there’s no point in even asking me for responsibility in this situation, is there?”
Ben’s question made Gazel laugh bitterly.
With the enemy alone, Velgrynd, any strategic tactics were pointless, and it was up to Gazel to open up a way to live. Ben was well aware of this and joked with him like this in order to relieve the pressure inside Gazel.
Sensing this, Gazel’s confusion dissipated.
At this point, Anrietta came to report.
“My lord, the enemy seems to be more than just the Scorch Dragon, and behind it the scent of plural creatures appears to be performing some kind of ritual, and Lady Jane says that the great magic is part of the ritual…”
Gazel nodded in response.
The great magic cast by sacrificing 60,000 troops was used to perform some sort of ritual, and just by hearing that, one could tell that some sort of evil attempt was being made to make people not want to imagine it.
Even so, it would be extremely difficult to defeat the key Velgrynd, so the only thing that could be done was to defeat those located behind her.
“Want the troops to move?”
At Dorf’s question, Gazel shook his head.
A heavily-armed strike force has poor mechanics, and a flippant move could be a target for magic. It was meant to rely on their thick shields to move forward, but none of that made sense in front of Velgrynd.
So, the only way left is for the 500 Knights of the Sky to launch a special attack…
“It’s not a good idea to reduce the defensive strength here, but we’ll have to do what Gazel said. Isn’t that right, Dorf?”
Ben chuckled.
Dorf scratched his head and replied matter-of-factly.
“That’s disrespectful, Ben. You call the king by his first name, but you should behave yourself! More attention should be paid to the position…”
The lecture was going to go on forever, but Dorf grinned in approval again as if he had suddenly looked away from something.
“But this time, you have a point. In order to buy as much time as possible, one should avoid spreading the battle. Besides, we’re the only ones who can easily fight the enemy, so we might be able to surprise them.”
And Anrietta didn’t object.
“Lady Jane also said to come to the battle after convincing the elders. Leave the matter of the rear to Lady Jane, and come and make a fuss, as before!”
He waited for Gazel’s reply.
These old companions, as always, haven’t changed much.
Willingness to work with Gazel to overcome the current difficult situation.
Gazel laughed.
“Oh, what a bunch of idiots. The brief in charge of supervision is to hear what these really don’t know what to say…”
Jane has been tending to the Gazel group since the past and has given much advice. As the strongest magical mentor in the Dwarf Kingdom, she was very trustworthy for Gazel to consult with.
Jane will be angry, I suppose.
Even so, Gazel made a decision.
Only, this decision seems to have come a little late.
“Oops, oops, I’m just not watching for a moment, King Gazel is a real pain in the ass.”
Just before Gazel and the others were ready to go out of the formation, Jane arrived first with transfer magic.
“Jane, did you hear everything?”
Jane glanced at the embarrassed Gazel and shook her head.
“I thought I would be able to have the look of a great king, so I can feel at ease. However, I won’t blame you this time, there’s no other way to fight with such a presence. It’s because it’s impossible for the nation to deal with it, so the Dragon Race is classified as a natural disaster.”
“Well, that’s true, too.”
Magic that humans can use cannot harm the Dragon Race. Just a moment ago, the tremendous magic that Velgrynd had used had long been beyond the ability of anyone to cope with.
Even if all the people who can be called heroes in the human nation are gathered together, it is still unknown whether they can beat the Dragon Race.
But that’s not to say there is no hope.
Jane put that hope out there.
“Just now, there was a contact.”
“Hmm?”
“Your Majesty will send reinforcements. We’ll take action when they arrive.”
“Not much time has passed since I contacted you!”
“Even the old me doesn’t understand a bit, but it’s true, it’s a report from Vesta. After all, the people of that country, with just a word from His Majesty Rimuru, would have taken action…”
Listening to Jane’s dumbfounded words, which contained a sense of fatigue, all those present could only nod their heads.
That’s right, everyone understood right away.
After that, faster than they could switch moods, reliable reinforcements had arrived first.
***
Suddenly, space distorted.
As if wrapped in a huge cocoon, the few elite troops then showed themselves.
From Gabil came one hundred of the Flying Dragons and three hundred of the Kurenai, commanded by Gobya, making four hundred men in all. Everyone had crossed the threshold of A level, a battle group that was good enough to rival the Order of the Sky.
Even more striking is a huge weapon.
“I’ve heard of it, but I didn’t think I’d go straight to war without stint.”
“That is, the finished form of the magical soldier?”
“Exactly. It seems that naming the Floor Guardian Colossus Statue is still reliable as a companion.”
Gazel certainly knew that this thing couldn’t beat Velgrynd, but its majestic appearance could put the soldiers at ease just by standing there.
“So reliable. If it’s a power plant, it should be able to fight a little bit like a fight.”
“Unfortunately, there’s no point in facing these things in Velgrynd, and if it’s just catastrophe level, maybe something can be done.’
At this point, someone approached towards Gazel and the others in the session.
Coming were the army chief, Gabil, and the trio of demonesses headed by Testarossa, and behind them, Gobya and Hakurou.
“It’s been a long time, Your Majesty Gazel.”
Somehow, instead of Gabil, it was Testarossa who came to greet him.
With a diplomatic license and a wealth of experience, Testarossa was already well versed in such occasions.
“Long time no see, Lady Testarossa. Thank you for the reinforcements.”
Originally, there would have been all sorts of questions answered by Gazel, and ritualistically, it would have been the norm for an intermediary to answer instead.
However, now is not the time to count such things.
Everyone understands that, so the war meeting was conducted without regard to form.
The location shifts to the command post and cuts to the chase.
Represented by Testarossa, who communicated the guidelines laid down by Rimuru, and then proposed the course of action to be taken here.
“Hmm, did Rimuru attack the Emperor directly?”
“It’s more realistic than a special attack.”
“Is that so? Always felt like it was a pretty messy fight too…”
A thoughtful Gazel.
Classes that have expressed approval of the improvement in the situation.
Dorf who struggles to think otherwise.
There’s no time to think about it.
Since no one offered an alternative, Testarossa pushed the topic forcefully.
“Lady Velgrynd will be dealt with by us, so the others will go and stop the rituals that are going on behind us.”
“No objection.”
Gazel agreed to the request for proposals.
Since no other way could be found, the most dangerous task had to be left to them—he had judged.
Jane raised questions.
“One moment, Lady Testarossa, will you, the primordial, defeat the Scorch Dragon?”
This issue has very important implications for future combat.
Jane argues that Testarossa and the others can’t win because Velgrynd is just that overwhelmingly powerful.
There was no doubt that the three Primordials were the most powerful, so it was important to make sure that if Testarossa and the others were defeated, it would mean that the fate of the remaining people had come to an end.
“Honestly, we can’t win.”
“In that case! We should take defensive action and not provoke the other side rashly, and wait for His Majesty Rimuru to succeed.”
Since there is no chance of winning, one should try to buy time. While Jane’s statement sounded correct, those in the Rimuru camp had a hard time accepting the proposal.
“Unfortunately, that won’t do. If Velgrynd is left alone, then she may return to the Empire to interfere with my lord.’
Carrera said firmly in her attitude.
Although Rimuru said it was okay to leave it alone, she still felt the need to attract the other person’s attention.
“More importantly, I’m not here to discuss a battle plan, but only to communicate it by order of Lord Rimuru. If we can help each other, we can discuss it, and if it gets in the way of the battle, I hope you understand that it’s not something you can do.”
Hakurou, who normally didn’t talk much, was a harsh opinion when he opened his mouth. It is precisely because there is no time left that we must unite our minds even if there is a lapse in etiquette.
Gazel rightly comprehended the implications.
In order to put a stop to angry companions, speak up.
“Since His Excellency Hakurou, My Master, has said so, we can only give in. Or do you guys, have any other proposals?”
Gazel’s companions could only shake their heads heavily.
“The Imperial Army’s intelligence service is already on the move, and it’s not easy to obstruct the ritual, so the best thing to do is to join forces now.”
Dorf uttered the decisive words.
After that it was just confirmation of the details, followed quickly by the start of the operation.
***
Stimulating Velgrynd was like stepping on a tiger’s tail.
Even understanding this, the demoness trio were undaunted.
“Can we get in the way of the ritual by dealing with her?”
“Who knows?”
“Gravity collapses in a state that even I can’t maintain. I’m afraid even Velgrynd can’t handle the three of us while maintaining the cast, right?”
“That’s why I’m so vigilant, because I think she can do it.”
“Really?”
“Gee, I’m serious.”
“Never mind, don’t bother. Just play around.”
With the usual tone of conversation, Testarossa and the others didn’t play any tricks either, coming to Velgrynd squarely.
Of course, Velgrynd had spotted the three of them as well.
But there was no warning at all, rather than letting the trio of demonesses come closer with interest.
“Greetings, it’s a good day for a fight.”
Testarossa sighed and Velgrynd responded with a smile.
“Yeah. But before we start, I’d like to ask you a question. If you join my team, you’ll be treated well as the ‘primordials.’”
The demoness trio was still calm in front of her.
The answer from Testarossa and the girls is of course, NO.
“There is still some karma with the Empire, but allow me to reject this offer.”
“It’s the same for us. It’s nice to have a master for the first time, but I’m not letting go.”
“Yeah, and more importantly, the words are out of the way, let’s get this fight started. If you don’t want to go one on three, you can have those behind you join the fight.”
As if to completely cut off any possibility, a categorical rejection was made.
To Carrera, it didn’t matter at all what the negotiation or whatever was going on, entirely because the fight had become atmospheric, and seeing Velgrynd’s magic up close had stimulated her fighting instincts.
Velgrynd smiled.
“That’s your answer, all right. Then let’s have a little fun with you guys!”
This is the signal that the battle is on.
Light and fluttering.
In the presence of Testarossa and others, Velgrynd split.
Nope.
Like looking in a mirror, Velgrynd became two people.
Testarossa had a clue about this phenomenon in her mind.
“Tough aura then. It’s not the same as simply ‘splitting the body’, but it’s a bit similar to Rhein’s ‘all embracing’, right?”
Testarossa had fought Rhein in the past, and the cause of the dispute had been forgotten, but the combat experience had been gained nonetheless.
The “all-embracing” of Rhein is to divide one’s body beforehand, and to have the ability to regenerate any part of one’s body, but unlike the “other body,” consciousness can only be housed in one body.
Even so, it can be quite vicious depending on its use, and it’s perfect for luring the enemy’s attention.
Even if it’s slightly less useful against prudent opponents, it’s still a very powerful ability to use as insurance.
But comparing creatures is too bad.
From the mere fact that the Parallel Presence of Velgrynd gave birth to the Other Body, it cannot be denied that the All-Pervading Presence is a total disadvantage.
Testarossa didn’t understand as well as she did, a shadow showing on her beautiful face.
“What is it?”
“You can spread out your body and regenerate any piece of flesh.”
“I see. That means either one can be considered the main body, right?”
“Yes.”
Testarossa and others, who were not panicking and analyzing the status quo, had already started the battle and still spoke with such grace.
Velgrynd said cheerfully.
“White Primordial is very clever, and yes, this is one of the powers I hold, ‘Parallel Existence’. I don’t want you to interfere with the ceremony, so let me be your opponent.”
Elegantly slapping the fan, Velgrynd declared.
That’s not a very funny thing to say to Testarossa.
The eyes glared angrily at Velgrynd.
“I now have the name Testarossa, given to me by my lord, Lord Rimuru, so don’t call me primordial white.”
She said, casually creating a flaming whip without thinking, the whip twisted like a snake and attacked Velgrynd.
“There’s such a thing as a name for the primordial by the Slime. It seems to be true.”
Uncertain information was affirmed, and Velgrynd was unable to hide her surprise, but she nonetheless dodged the whip’s attack with ease and without panic.
“It is rude to call my lord the Slime.”
The indignant Carrera roared and let out her magic.
The starting point is “gravity collapse”.
Reduced in size as much as possible, and thus increasing in power, it was the largest attack that Carrera could muster right now, hitting her directly as Velgrynd’s consciousness focused on Testarossa.
As if the pitch-black pillar that connected heaven and earth surrounded Velgrynd, the column just happened to hold her, like a prison from which there was no escape.
However…
Velgrynd smiled generously, a bemused look on her face even in the cage of hypergravity.
“He is the one who commands demons, and the power of magic is unmistakable. But as long as the laws of the world are followed, it won’t work on the Dragon Race.””
As if to prove the point, Velgrynd smashed the Pillar of Darkness from within, raising her own magic to interfere with Carrera’s magic, rendering it impotent.
“Ha ha ha! No less than Lord Veldora’s sister, it was almost playful. Since the magic doesn’t work, I guess I’m out of options? No, and the swordplay learned from Agera may not be of much use either, let me try it!”
While her own trick was broken, Carrera seemed to be still happy and not at all frustrated as she took the sword created by magic and set up a pose.
The beautiful Taishou showed a strong aura that was disproportionate to the demon, and Carrera’s demon aura flowed into the blade just like that, emitting a radiance.
This is the right choice, not just to rely on magic or skill, but to create a skill that can touch the power of the Dragon Seed, the root of the world. According to Lord Veldora, a woman named Hinata seems to prove it.
Without trying, Testarossa already knew that magic wouldn’t work on Velgrynd, so she created a whip with magic from the start.
The whip is white and has the paradoxical nature of a “frozen white flame”, a forbidden spell developed by Testarossa.
“Well, humans are fun, so let’s use this.”
Ultima said as she took out two solidified swords, the bodies of which had a very toxic purple color, wrapped in an extraordinary demonic aura.
“You’re not hiding anything. Those things are the same ones that managed to hurt Zegion, right?”
“Well, to be honest, we always thought there was no point in moving our bodies.”
“I’m surprised that the experience of fighting with Lord Zegion would come in handy in such a way.”
The women who were good at magic didn’t put a lot of importance on melee combat, but when fighting Zegion, there was no other means of attack that worked other than melee combat.
Because Zegion had an iron-wall-like defense, as well as an absolute advantage against magic, almost all of which didn’t work against Zegion, and as a result, they were forced to fumble for other ways to fight.
And the answer they came up with is now this.
By betting on the existence of a spiritual being to give “an attack based on the strong power of the mind,” they finally succeeded in hurting Zegion.
For spiritual beings, the power of the mind trumps all.
Skill is also a form of the power of the mind generated by the desire of each individual, and the ultimate culmination is the ultimate skill.
So how close can one’s mind get to the point where they conclude it’s just a matter of trying?
By materializing this idea, you create weapons that you can use while they are still in hand.
Zegion’s defense was not even inferior to the Dragon’s ability, and despite this, Ultima’s blade still managed to do damage.
That is to say, the attack of the demoness trio was even able to touch the probe ability.
“After learning my weapon, my sword skills are just for fun, but I’ve got the true legacy of Agera, let’s try it out!”
Saying that, Carrera quickly ran up.
Totally unconcerned with the defense, she makes a full force chop to Velgrynd.
Velgrynd opens the attack with a lupine.
A fan made of high grade feathers could hardly be called a weapon really, but its strength had become even harder than diamond due to the monster aura of Velgrynd.
Thin, soft and hard, not at all inferior to Carrera’s Taishaku, a weapon that Velgrynd loved to use.
“It’s amazing that you, as a primordial, gave up magic so easily.”
“Is it that surprising? All our glory is but a trifle in order to dedicate victory to our master.”
As Velgrynd had fallen into a defensive position under Carrera’s onslaught, Testarossa took advantage of the momentum to strike with her whip, chasing after her prey like a myriad of white snakes.
“Geez.”
Velgrynd smacked her tongue in displeasure.
The hem of her skirt was also torn by the whip.
Her beautiful jade feet are hidden, and the long red swellings can be clearly seen in them.
That’s evidence that Testarossa’s attack worked.
“Good job, Testa. That’s how I’m going to be avant-garde.”
“I’m glad I got hit by a fluke.”
Even with a minor injury, Velgrynd is still very relaxed, so only in the face of Testarossa and others will he make a major mistake.
That is, carelessness.
“It’s not a fluke!”
The sound of Ultima’s words like a boast of triumph was accompanied by an instant of pain in Velgrynd’s flank.
—What!?
A moment of confusion.
As if aiming for this moment, Testarossa’s whip and Carrera’s sword attacked at the same time.
On one knee, is Velgrynd.
For a moment it was impossible to understand what was happening to her.
No, not unintelligible.
Rather, they don’t want to understand.
“Hit the jackpot, Ultima. Let’s ask Lord Rimuru to collect the reward afterwards.”
“Good fight, but don’t be careless, just keep fighting like this!”
“Mmmmmm! There are other ‘parallel existences’, so knock them down and stop the ritual from taking place!”
Listening to these voices in the distance, Velgrynd stood up.
“Ahhh, didn’t eating our attack do much damage?”
“It took me a long time to undo your spell. The Dragon Race is really something.”
“But it’s not like you can’t be beaten. The damage can accumulate, and so it goes…”
Before Ultima could finish her sentence, Velgrynd made her move first.
With a speed that the three demons possessing super senses couldn’t even perceive, she quickly grabbed Ultima’s head and pressed it to the ground.
“Goo-ha!”
Unable to let out a groan, Velgrynd quickly disengaged from the place after using Ultima as a jumping kick, followed by a late swing at Carrera’s chop.
After getting out of range of Carrera’s attack, Velgrynd drew her flanking knife and threw it aside.
Her clothes were still tattered, but the snow-white skin was no longer scarred, as if to prove that the damage done by that barrage of attacks just now was nothing to Velgrynd.
“Yes, it’s a monster.”
Carrera let out a low chuckle, to which Velgrynd responded in self-deprecating generality.
“That’s not so bad. I’m not mature enough either. It’s been a long time since I’ve been careless enough to get hurt, but it’s just that I didn’t notice and nothing went wrong. It’s the same thing as being the strongest’s destiny, you guys can understand that too, right?”
Velgrynd said with a bitter smile, her eyes sharp, staring closely at Testarossa and the others, not intending to let go of any slightest movement.
Don’t expect a second carelessness, and thus this moment, the possibility of victory for Testarossa and the others. disappears.
“The primordials are a rather tricky existence, but it’s not from the point of view of a threat, it’s too much trouble to use you as an opponent. However, I have changed my mind now that you have gained a name to complete the flesh and become stronger than I thought, and I agree.”
They are not as powerful as themselves, but it would be very beneficial to have assistance in challenging their sister, Velzado, to become quite powerful.
Just like now, Velgrynd took an unexpected attack.
If this had happened during the battle with the sister, it would have basically been a declaration of defeat for Velgrynd.
The proof was that just now, the attack of Testarossa and the others had succeeded in inflicting damage on Velgrynd’s ”Other Body”
Of course, it will repair on its own after time. However, just like what Carrera had said earlier, for Ultima’s ”spell poison” to be lifted, it would take a lot of work even for Velgrynd.
So just now, Velgrynd disarmed the damaged Other Body and divided a new Other Body to remove all the damage.
Such use was the essence of ‘parallel existence’, and no matter what primordial must-kill technique it was, it was meaningless in the face of Velgrynd’s powers.
Only, this power is not all-powerful either.
There are still some restrictions on use.
The biggest limitation is that in order to divide an ‘other body’, one must guarantee it with at least 10%
of the amount of mana, which is not used directly by the mana, but maintains 10% of the mana consumption, and when the ‘other body’ is gone, the mana will return to the body.
Therefore, the number of ‘other bodies’ that can be divided is limited.
At most, Velgrynd could only divide ten ‘other bodies’, but if it was divided into ten people, the amount of mana became zero, and the combat power was instead reduced.
All of the ‘other bodies’ of the mana amount could be used together, so it would be more efficient to leave at least fifty percent of it, or so Velgrynd thought.
Therefore, even more is basically three or four ‘other bodies’.
There is one more limitation.
That’s about the damage that the ‘other body’ takes.
If you dismantle the ‘other body’ in its intact state, then 10% of the magic element will be returned, and if you are injured, the amount of magic element returned will be reduced proportionately. The way Rimuru thinks about it is, in a sense, correct.
In this case, five percentage points were consumed.
Incidentally, Carrera unleashed the Nuclear Strike Magic that had only been unleashed at full strength: Gravity Collapse, which Velgrynd needed less than one percent of the mana consumption to release.
“That’s how big the True Dragon Seed’s magic is.”
As mentioned above, the invincible Velgrynd is not immortal at all. It was pointless to do damage to the flesh, but the amount of mana was being consumed little by little, and it was only a matter of time before it was knocked down.
Although the probability was extremely small, Velgrynd still thought of the possibility that, as a few demons in the strongest corner of this world, might be able to defeat her.
Although the mouth says it’s no threat, it’s just a bluff to combat the opponent.
Velgrynd was convinced.
The demoness trio used as a trump card against Velzado is useful.
If the battle with the elder sister could get the likes of Testarossa to participate in the battle, it would basically be the same as winning.
As a result, Velgrynd initiated the invitation again.
“You understand, don’t you? No matter how much you struggle, you won’t beat me, don’t you see no point in continuing the fight? With a little assistance, I will guarantee your freedom afterwards, so surrender to me here.”
The offer, a concession by the self-respecting Velgrynd to the max.
But Testarossa and the others expressed their refusal.
“To betray Lord Rimuru? It’s a joke.”
“I’m telling you, you really despise us too much. Isn’t it common sense that demons don’t renege on their contracts? You won’t turn your back because you can’t beat them.”
“That is, there are indeed some people among the demons who can negotiate. Just be serious and look for guys who might also act for profit. But it is impossible to make me betray my lord!”
Each of the three spilled their hearts, and in order to radiate the displeasure in their hearts, they all attacked Velgrynd.
This attack, which was full of maximum power, instantly damaged Velgrynd’s ”Other Body” and Velgrynd consumed another nine percent of her mana as a result.
Deal, break it off.
“…is it? I’m sorry, really, I’m sorry.”
Parting the new ‘Other Body’, Velgrynd let out a low, cruel laugh.
And then, the time for ravaging began.
Gazel and the others detoured through the true red pillar that rained down the rain of blood, “Gravity Collapse,” and prepared to attack the scene where Kagali was performing her ritual.
If it got too close, the Knights of the Sky would be caught by the gravity wave, and it was the task of the advance leader, Dorf, to guard the area.
Still, it’s superfluous to worry about.
The “gravity collapse” maintained by Velgrynd is completely isolated from the surrounding effects.
On the ground, the battle between Testarossa and the others and Velgrynd seemed to have begun, but the Pillar of True Red was still alive and well.
Grasping this fact, Gazel couldn’t help but have a chill on his back, though he didn’t show any cowardice and instead shouted.
“Unbelievable as it may be, that’s Velgrynd. To be able to distinguish a clone of the same level as the main body, what else could this be but a nightmare? But fear not, we also have strong reinforcements that break common sense!”
Gazel’s voice conveyed to the knights, the middle-spirited majesty and solemnity of the voice, dispelling everyone’s sense of terror.
Gazel actually felt fear in his heart as well.
In the presence of such an overwhelming presence.
Even the sages had few means they could take, and even if they wanted to resist, the gap in strength was too great.
But Gazel didn’t give up.
The sense of responsibility as a king makes Gazel’s heart strong.
More importantly, the reinforcements sent by the pampered senior brother had taught him that it was too early to despair.
The trio of demonesses who were currently fighting were not as good as Velgrynd based on the amount of mana, but they were still brave enough to challenge their opponent who was nearly a hundred times more powerful.
Kukuku, seeing them like that, how can I, as a king, say anything depressing?
Gazel’s strong inner vow.
And Gazel’s enlightenment affected his companions and the knights, and by the time they reached their destination, all the fear in everyone’s hearts had disappeared.
The Pillar of True Red reached its destination.
It was an open meadow large enough for a large army to dispose of.
The ground was stained bright red with blood.
This is the end of the road for the hybrid legions of shady deals.
There were probably close to a hundred people on that land.
One of the men in uniform was particularly conspicuous, and that was Lieutenant Kondo.
Releasing an overwhelming sense of presence, looking over to Gazel.
Others were Footman, Tear, and more than thirty of Yuuki’s companions.
Together with nearly fifty men from the Imperial Emperor’s Knights of the Near Guard, they protected Kagali by scattering around in case the ceremony was interrupted.
Around Kondo’s side, one could also see men in uniform, who were employees of the Intelligence Bureau, and these men were also from the Imperial Emperor’s Knights of the Near Guard, which meant that the ones here were basically the group with the strongest fighting power in the Empire.
Position-wise, Kagali was on the outer edge of Velgrynd.
Bathed in blood and rain, burying their heads in the ritual.
Velgrynd, on the other hand, stood on the sidelines as if stationing herself.
After spreading out on the other side of the True Red dragon, it came to this side in order to avoid the magic being hindered by the trio of demon women. Even if it was Velgrynd, it was too busy to maintain such great magic with just one ‘clone’.
As a result, Velgrynd didn’t look like she was going to make a move either, looking like she was watching from the sidelines.
Gazel confirmed the situation overhead.
Then, with a laid-back attitude, it began to fall.
Up to greet the landed Gazel and others was, Kondo.
“I am honored to meet King Gazel, who has a reputation as a hero.”
Kondo Tatsuya didn’t care to say.
Gazel grunted and erected his sword.
“You are?”
“The head of the Imperial Intelligence Service, Lieutenant Kondo.”
“Funny, you’re the “information-feeding geek.” Funny. I will be your opponent. Draw your sword quickly.”
Gazel sensed Kondo’s strength with a glance, and the moment of confrontation attempted mind reading to no avail, and that alone was enough to consider him equal to himself.
“Hey, hey, I’ll take care of this…”
“Ben, you just deal with the others and avoid getting in the way. You guys too, this guy can’t be handled by anyone but me.”
Looking at the companions who had co-sponsored the showdown, Gazel spoke up.
It was Jane who immediately responded to Gazel’s order.
“That’s right, we can’t handle that one. At least we have to get rid of those who are in the way so King Gazel can concentrate on his fight.”
Dorf echoed Jane’s judgment.
“…Got it. All hands, listen up! Quantitatively we are more, but do not underestimate the strength of the opponent! Aerial warfare in groups of five!”
Seeing the enemy, giving proper instructions.
The Knights of the Order are good at the tactics of attacking overhead, but this time, they are using the numerical advantage to mobilize the opponent’s battle plan.
Whether it is Yuuki’s companions or the Imperial Emperor’s Order of the Near Guard, their strength is comparable to that of the “Immortal” level. The so-called “Immortal” level, when converted according to the threat level set by the free combination, is equivalent to the upper level of the Special A level, which can match the strength of the upper magician.
If you continue to cultivate, you will be able to reach the “Demon Lord Seed,” and it is not too much to call it a hero.
Dorf’s men, together with the others, had finally reached the A level, and Dorf himself had reached the
“Immortal” level.
Not so much how correct Dorf’s judgment was, but a keen sense of the dangers of the enemy’s war effort. While the odds are higher than fighting Velgrynd, you can still tell it’s hard to do a decent fight.
That is why such instructions were given, and their purpose was not to annihilate the enemy.
Using the advantage of flying through the air to disrupt the enemy and thus buy time was Dorf’s true purpose.
In order for Gazel not to be hindered, the Heavenly Knights correctly comprehended this intention and immediately reacted.
Believing in His Majesty’s victory, I will complete my own mission. Besides, reinforcements will be here soon!
Dorf judged so.
His judgment was affirmed by a quickening voice.
“Hah hah hah hah! I’m a little late. This big guy is heavier than I thought. It took a lot of work to get here. Get on the big ship and enjoy this battle!”
It’s Gabil.
“Phew! You’re so handsome, Gabil-sama!”
“Exactly.”
“I’m getting more and more manly. I’ll follow you all the way. Be aware of it.”
And Gabil’s minions.
“The Flying Dragon was holding chains in its hands, attached to a huge object. That huge object was the Floor Guardian Colossus Statue, which was transported by a hundred people by human air.
There was nothing wrong with the Floor Guardian Colossus Statue waiting for the enemy to arrive in the maze, but to get to the battlefield, the huge body was a bit of a hindrance, although the fighting ability was impeccable, but the movement speed was really slow.
But it’s quick in close combat, which has been ignored so far.
“This is a problem that needs improvement. Since it’s all moved here, I’ll make an effort.”
Gedora shouted with gusto. Now is the time to take credit, and sit down in the floor guardian colossus with all your energy.
Gedora looked at Kondo and immediately looked away again. Seeing that King Gazel was dealing with it, he felt that it was not his turn to interfere.
And then he saw Velgrynd.
Is it true that the real face of His Excellency the Marshal is Velgrynd the Scorch Dragon? But if so, Damrada’s intentions are lost on people; has he really sworn his allegiance to His Majesty? Saying something about protecting Masayuki, was it necessary to give such an order to the Bonnie group? I don’t get it, I don’t get it, but…it’s not something to worry about now. If Velgrynd does it, the battle is over, and to avoid that, I’ll have to keep an eye on it.
Thinking about it, Gedora fired the Floor Guardian Colossus towards the elegantly standing Velgrynd.
Watching Gedora walk past, Gabil flew to Dorf’s side.
“Lord Gedora seems intent on dealing with Lord Velgrynd. We’ll do what we’re supposed to do and we’ll get rid of all the people who get in the way.”
“Oh, you’re so reliable, Lord Gabil. Then let’s fight together.”
“Hmmm. My team will rush ahead, and the reinforcements will be yours!”
“Understood!”
Gabil and Dorf nodded at each other.
As promised, the “Flying Dragons”, with their excellent fighting ability, were the main force. If it was a dragon race with excellent defenses, it wouldn’t be so easy to be killed, plus Gabil and others would be unstinting in their use of full recovery potions, as long as they weren’t instantly dead, they would be able to fully recover, just right for a meat shield.
“Then, Sir Dorf, the command is in your hands.”
“Huh, wait a minute!?”
Now, without first discussing it, did Gabil’s action take Dorf by surprise.
“Hah hah hah hah! I am Gabil, the Dragon King! Let’s go for it!”
Not taking Dorf’s appearance to heart either, Gabil launched a blitz directly at what looked like a group of Kondo’s cronies – one of the men.
With Gabil like this, Gobya could only stare blankly.
They got here last, because they were running on the ground, and it couldn’t be helped. But after all, it was a speed equivalent to A-grade strength, so it was barely able to get there before the war started.
Not only that, but it went around nicely to the back of the enemy forces in accordance with combat requirements.
“Gabil-sama is going alone, so that man’s strength is outstanding.”
Hearing Gobya’s comment, the man beside her offered a retort.
“Yeah? Doesn’t it look like you’re just a weak-eyed kid who’s good for clerical work?”
For some reason, Phobio the Panthertooth, of the Three Beastment of Carrion, has not returned to his country, but has come with Gobya.
Gobya, though happy in heart, now led the “Kurenai” and had to be serious in official duties, so began to admonish Phobio to be careful.
“Sir Phobio, your strength is indeed praiseworthy, but it is necessary to exercise your eye for the strength of the enemy.”
“How poignant, Gobya. Don’t call me Sir Phobio.”
“This is a combat operation. Please distinguish between public and private.”
This conversation between the two, which seems to the ministry to be actually flirting, is clearly a battlefield full of tension, but somehow has a gentle atmosphere.
“So, what happens after that?”
Phobio asked seriously with his suddenly changed expression.
Gobya also cheered up and replied.
“We’re here to bide our time. Nowadays, it is no longer possible to achieve the conditions for tactical victory, and combat has failed. Based on Lord Velgrynd’s change of action, there is a chance that we could be swept under the rug. If one is only thinking about survival, one should be single-mindedly running away, but right now we cannot make that choice. In short, the key is to reduce the number of people who get in the way as much as possible and to ease the burden on His Majesty Rimuru.”
That is the expression of good awareness.
If Velgrynd stayed here, then Rimuru would be able to take advantage of the opportunity to crush Emperor Rudra.
Or forcing the other side to accept an armistice is the key to this fight.
But the battle collapsed the moment Velgrynd took out the ‘clone’, and all operations should have been interrupted immediately at that moment, except that those who had the power to decide could not be contacted now.
Gabil is now the supreme person present.
And Gabil made the decision to continue the fight.
Testarossa and others agreed, and Gobya did not disagree.
Do what you can on your own, that’s all.
Exactly how many ‘other bodies’ Velgrynd would be able to divide is unclear, but the awareness to stall this is already there, and then if possible, try to stop the ritual that Kagali is performing.
“Do you want to kill yourself?”
“No, His Majesty Rimuru will never allow us to die. So, no sacrifice is allowed, no one.”
With this unreasonable command, the Kurenai nodded silently.
“If Velgrynd made her move, there was no way to stop her, was there?”
“Then give it to His Excellency Gedora and we’ll run away.”
After answering, Gobya blinked a single eye lightly.
The look was devastating enough to shut Phobio up.
“All right. I didn’t want to complicate it so much, just messed with him a little. It seems there’s some karma in there, too. How can we not say hello?”
Phobio had tasted miserable failure in the past by being duped by Footman and Tear, but that was all because he was too immature to resent them either. Rather, it’s a food that also gains growth and even a little thanks to them.
He was the beast kind of man who was simply happy.
It was precisely because Phobio was such a person that seeing his nemesis being manipulated gave him something to think about.
“Don’t force it.”
“I can’t make this deal, but I swear I’ll try to stay alive.”
With these words, Phobio joined the war…
Lt. Kondo confronted King Gazel.
The glasses-wearing intelligence agent who was targeted by Gabil.
Ben and Anrietta, on the other hand, went to deal with Footman and Tear, Phobio, who had broken in, and Gobya, who was intent on seeing the situation.
In front of Velgrynd, who was sweeping the battlefield, was Gedora-sensei, who manipulated the floor guardian colossus statue.
And with that, the respective battles began.
In the midst of the battlefield, Gazel’s heart was calm.
Not as a king, but as a martial artist, a swordsman, in a confrontation with Kondo.
Kondo Tatsuya said, drawing his military knife.
Seeing the way Gazel’s sword was raised, he couldn’t help but sigh.
“Tease, that’s beautiful. The Sword Sage doesn’t look like he’s a fool.”
It was by no means a polite remark, a genuine compliment, but Gazel snorted in response.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just sarcasm to hear you say that.”
This is also true.
The reason why is because Kondo’s frame is also so beautiful that even Gazel can’t find a break at all.
The current Kondo was holding the Saber in both hands.
Unlike the fight with Footman, there was no slack in the stance.
And even more surprising.
The two were exactly the same as if they had made a date.
After several rounds of silent sparring, the two have largely grasped each other’s strength, so it is no coincidence that they are already convinced of the same frame.
Gazel’s sword skills were learned from Hakurou, and there were also some unique sword skills woven into them, but the basic stance was still faithful to Hakurou’s teaching.
Hakurou’s “Mizuru” Sword Art was inherited from his grandfather, Araki Byakuya.
No one other than Hakurou passed on the genre.
Even Gazel, who was a direct disciple, did not have a full grasp of the Mizuru, and he knew very well that there were mysteries that he had never seen.
However…
In the Land of Monsters, Hakurou was responsible for training soldiers as an “instructor”, and of course he would teach them the basics of swordsmanship, but it was hard to imagine that swordsmanship would spread from there to the Empire.
After all, sword skills were not something that could be mastered overnight.
So, Gazel asked for the exit.
Coincidentally, Kondo asked the same question.
“That style, why do you know Mizuru?”
“I always thought it was possible that His Majesty’s sword skills were similar to my Mizushin Lifestream. Who did you learn this from?””
“……”
“……”
The duo stared at each other.
The first to speak was Gazel.
“The Mizushin Lifestream…are you saying that it’s different from the Mizushin?”
Kondo faced expressionlessly as he listened to the question and pondered it in his mind.
In the Dwarven Kingdom, the combination of a one-handed sword and a shield is the mainstream orthodox swordplay, so it seems that the existence of a certain magical creature with great swordplay skills is linked to this information.
There was little intelligence, but Kondo was basically close to the right answer.
Faced with such a Kondo, Gazel asked as if anxious.
“Aren’t you going to answer my question?”
“Don’t worry about it yet. Mizuru is probably the same genre as the one I studied, so I’m asking, ‘Is it possible that the same genre can be derived by chance in this world?’”
“Hmm, too…”
Muttering, Gazel recalled.
While cultivating, he had heard about Old Grandfather Byakuya.
“My master, His Excellency Hakurou, has heard that his grandfather taught him the Mizuru. It’s said that his grandfather was a “visitor” from the other world, so that explains it.”
Unbeknownst to both Gazel and Kondo, Araki Byakuya had a younger brother, who had become the originator of the Kaikyo sect in place of his older brother, and who taught the Mizushin Lifestream in the world where Kondo was born.
Fighting monsters and spirits as a sword to exorcise them.
Kondo was also one of those who fought against the monsters and learned the “Mizushin Lifestream”
in a position close to the source stream.
“Kukuku, it’s funny to be in the same family.”
Kondo smiled cheerfully, a rare occurrence.
He never shows any emotion in his life, but this smile highlights his coldness.
“I have a proposal, Your Majesty, Gazel.”
“What?”
“Fellowship. With His Majesty Gazel’s strength, he is strong enough to join the Empire. If you can swear to disarm and serve our emperor, I promise you I will stop all aggression against your country.”
“Do you think I will accept your proposal?”
“Yes, I will. It’s the best way to reduce casualties.”
Kondo was right, thought Gazel.
This was a desperately needed proposal, and it was only right to accept it if the people of the Dwarven Kingdom were to be protected.
As monarchs, one should not be bitter, one should accept.
Now that the threat of Velgrynd was known, there was no way to win. This battle, originally, had no clearly defined conditions for absolute victory.
Before inflicting heavy casualties, Rimuru and the others would go head-to-head with Rudra—and that optimistic speculation is all there is to it.
If it’s for the people’s sake…
Thinking about it, Gazel smiled as if he had thrown away his confusion.
“Ridiculous! You think you’ve already won. It seems you don’t know that you’ve lost Kondo! See how I correct you for your arrogant thoughts!”
Shouting, Gazel focused his thoughts on the enemy in front of him.
The sage’s dominance has been fully liberated by the unity of mind, body and spirit with the sword.
What unfolded there was a heroic pose that was close to reaching the Awakening Demon Lord.
Nevertheless…
Kondo remained calm at the sight of such a Gazel.
“It’s a pity that the so called Sage King is just a name. Then there’s no other way. I’ll take care of you before your reputation goes down the drain.”
These words are the signal for war between the “saints.”
A few minutes passed.
Kondo is starting to get the upper hand.
The ”Heroic Hegemony” released by Gazel was easily counteracted by Kondo, and by winding the Hegemony, all the effects were nullified.
Even if you look at pure swordplay, Kondo is able to use his dexterous body movement to counterattack with a blinding wind and thunder, and then he can use his fastest assault technique, the purple electric surge, while Gazel is able to use a running water chopper to break up his attack.
The same-kind know each other too well.
Slowly, Gazel’s counterpart gradually became slower, acquiring more sword skills or Kondo.
“Indeed, there is a sword skill that is not passed down from the Mizushin Lifestream, but even I, who is close to my bloodline, can’t grasp the full picture. I’m still wondering how far the Monster has come to understand the essence of the sword.”
That was Kondo’s honest opinion.
But this was in no way a despise for Hakurou.
The sword path is profound and unending.
Kondo says this because he is proud of his genre.
But this angered Gazel.
“Is this an insult to my master?”
Gazel glared at Kondo even more imposingly.
And then, there was one more.
“I say, Lord Gazel, it’s easy to lose your mind on the battlefield, it’s not enough to cultivate. I’ll take your place for a while, and you stay here and calm down.”
Hakurou, who led the follow-on troops as Gobya’s counselor, arrived belatedly.
***
Kondo could see through Hakurou’s strength at a glance.
The next moment, a fierce clash of clear sounds sounded between the steel, and Kondo unleashed a divinely fast Curie Chop, which Hakurou took with his hidden sword.
“Tease? Can you catch that?”
The “Third Eye” or ‘Sky Eye’ on Hakurou’s forehead opened its eyes, this skill had now broken through the realm of special skills and was about to go beyond the realm of unique skills.
That’s why he was able to cope with Kondo’s battling.
“It’s not a miracle that my grandfather is the same as that grandfather, but it’s a miracle. Kid, if you think I’m a magical creature, how much do you understand the true essence of the sword, then see for yourself.”
“Oh, funny. Now that you’ve said that, I’ll teach you how much you can afford.”
And just like that, under the watchful eyes of Gazel, Kondo and Hakurou began to battle it out.
Kondo had the odds in his mind.
Hakurou did have strength, he could see it at a glance.
However, the fact that the so-called magical creature did not understand the nature of the sword was indisputable to Kondo.
Why? Because the Mizushin Life Stream is the sword of exorcism.
A sword skill that could be considered a natural enemy to a magical creature, one that was impossible to learn in the form of a magical creature—it was only natural that Kondo would think so.
Moreover, who could have imagined that the true founder, the elder brother of the founding fathers of the “Mizushin Life Stream,” had come to this world?
It’s a bit beyond imagination to be able to use even the mystical arts, but none of the skills above the secret arts are passed on except for the bloodline of the family. I don’t know how capable that so-called “otherworlder” is, but it’s impossible to pass on the secret mysteries to magical creatures.
Kondo had made a judgement based on his own common sense, and in a sense there was nothing he could do about it.
It was actually a very big mistake, and Kondo had a hard time thinking about it.
That’s a big price to pay…
As Hakurou and Kondo faced each other and stepped into the must-kill distance, the two of them simultaneously used their aura.
‘Plum Blossom’—Wuhuatou—
Kondo gambled on the glory of the swordsman, revealing his own long-exercised sword skills. It was precisely because Hakurou was a fellow student that he made such an unwise move.
In one corner of his head, he was calmly thinking about finishing the matter with his real skills, but when he started to move, he became serious about winning and losing.
Such a move was not in keeping with the usual calm and collected style of Kondo, who actually intended to show his martial prowess to his fellow students in this world through the strongest sword skill he had ever learned.
The so-called ‘Wuhuatou,’ the stabbing technique that symbolizes the plum blossom, is the highest peak of Kondo’s learned sword skills and is one of the secret mysteries that is not passed down.
The key points of the human body are the eyes, throat, heart, kidneys, heart, belly, hips, and shoulders for feinting.
Even among fellow swordsmen, there were very few who had learned this secret mystery, and it was a miscalculation to meet Hakurou here.
“Yahashige cherry blossoms…”
He chose the supreme power, the continuous slashing like a flowing stream, with different combinations, and he hit the enemy eight times in a row.
Between Kondo and Hakurou, the difference in fighting ability was huge, even though the skills were comparable. According to Hakurou’s judgment, Kondo’s physical abilities were at least tens of times greater than Hakurou’s.
So, if this sword move didn’t work, it was basically a judgment that Hakurou had lost the battle.
Hiding this realization in his heart, Hakurou drew his sword and cut it out.
“Look!”
“Tease…”
Kondo scored a landslide victory.
Hakurou was going to give Kondo a death blow even though he was going to die together.
But in the end, the results obtained were not what either had in mind.
With a speed that was difficult for onlookers to see, Hakurou’s sword spread out like eight petals, but all of them were offset by the five petals symbolized by Kondo, and the attack ultimately missed.
Kondo dodges back half way to his feet, which is a bit of a scrape on his cheek, but that’s out of Kondo’s expectation.
“I didn’t think there was a swordsman in this world who was above me.”
The fact that Hakurou’s Eight Hua Flash was an even more advanced sword skill than Kondo’s Five Hua Tan shattered Kondo’s perception all along and had to admit that he was wrong.
However, it was Kondo who got the victory.
Counteracting the Must Kill Sword Technique was indeed wonderful, but this was because the power gap was so great that Hakurou’s arms were completely unusable due to the miserable split of the sword blade clash just now.
“Even the strongest of the powers will not reach you…”
“No, that’s enough. I’m sorry for looking down on you, but I’d like to ask you your grandfather’s name, too.”
Kondo apologized for despising Hakurou as a magical creature, and offered a tribute by admitting that he was a swordsman above himself.
He was a true man about swordsmanship.
But at the same time, no judgment of things is influenced by affection.
This is Tatsuya Kondo.
“Funny, my grandfather’s name was Araki Byakuya, and he was a great swordsman, but he was already in the ground.”
“Unfortunately, Araki is the name of my family. Perhaps he is related to the master of the Mizushin Lifestream, and if he can at least reach the level of an Immortal, he will be one of the most powerful in the world.”
Kondo said a silent and simple prayer.
Really a man who is extremely serious about his genre.
The elder Hakurou looked at Kondo’s movements in amazement and tried to ask.
“Grandfather was a strange man and thought it was good to live naturally. Can you guys just pull back on this?”
Sensing that Kondo held a certain respect for himself, Hakurou tried the offer, but it was still rejected.
“I will guarantee your personal safety, but the war cannot be stopped. In my proposition, halfway through is the least desirable.”
Kondo said coldly.
Yeah, that’s right, too…thought Hakurou.
Hakurou wasn’t in a hurry.
I’ve already predicted that I’ll lose, so it’s impossible for these hands to return to combat, but the goal has been achieved.
That’s right, Hakurou’s goal wasn’t to gain victory, but to show Gazel the battle between himself and Kondo.
If it was the Sword Saint Gazel Dwargon, one should be able to understand it just by looking at Hakurou’s Ao-Yi, although it couldn’t be learned immediately, one could certainly gain some inspiration.
That’s what Hakurou thought.
What’s more, Kondo had also used the Ao-Yi a while ago, and by doing so, Gazel’s winning percentage would definitely increase as well.
“Then I will stop here, for I do not wish to be disgraced in this way. In the last days, I intend to take as many enemy troops as possible with me. It’s just that it’s not time yet, so let’s focus on healing these hands now.”
Hakurou’s hands were heavily wounded so that they couldn’t even be recovered with a full recovery medicine.
The destruction of the object through the infiltration of the fighting qi was the ultimate meaning of the
‘qi fighting method’, and Kondo’s fighting qi broke through the Hakurou’s defenses, so Hakurous had no other choice but to neutralize the treatment through his own demonic qi.
However, Hakurou still looked at Gazel with a bland expression.
“All right, King Gazel, have you calmed down?”
“Of course, I’m excited to see my master’s sword skills.”
“I don’t want to teach it, but I can’t say it now, so I’ll leave it to you.”
“Leave it to me.”
After Hakurou stepped back, Gazel stepped in front of Kondo.
On the other hand, Hakurou was out of the fray with his head held high as if he had completed his task.
***
Again, Kondo clinches up with Gazel.
Although Kondo shamed himself for being shallow, he switched moods anyway.
“I’ve lost my cool a little bit, play is over, I’m back to work now.”
“Huh! Although it was not the intention, I also shared it. I must repay my master’s expectations. Let me do my best.”
Whether it was Kondo or Gazel, it was different from what it was before.
Having long since tested the strength of the opponent, it is now the real opening fight.
Gazel was grateful to Hakurou.
If he fought Kondo as he did just now, he would definitely lose the battle.
Kondo’s secret mystery, the Wuhuatou, was impossible to defend against at first sight. Even if one could miraculously avoid a fatal injury, the inside of the body would definitely be as injured by the fighting qi as Hakurou and become unable to fight.
It’s amazing that a refined fighting qi could have such a threat. I know it’s the ultimate meaning of “qi doujutsu,” but it seems I don’t really understand what it’s about.
As he did his introspection, Gazel felt his emotions running high right now.
Because of the perception that you can become stronger again.
“Kondo. Feel the full power of myself.”
After saying that, Gazel liberated himself from the spell.
“The genie calls! Come, nameless earth spirit king!”
Gazel, who has liberated the power of the “sage”, has taken up residence with the Earth Spirit King, who has been summoned.
However, Kondo was unfazed.
“Ridiculous.”
He felt Gazel’s domineering attitude, but he said it blandly.
Not caring about the words, Gazel wordlessly placed his sword in front of his upright eyes and focused his attention, condensing his fighting qi so that it flowed into his sword.
The huge energy that had been generated after the ‘sameness’ with the Earth Spirit King had now been perfectly harnessed by Gazel, a feeling that had not been there for a long time.
He’s worthy of being a Master, and it made me realize the ultimate meaning. I can win, and if I were me now, I’d be able to reach even greater heights!
Gazel felt the improvement in mind, skill and body.
Heart, i.e., skills.
The unique skill ‘Dictator’ was fully mastered, making Gazel’s energy full of power.
Technique, i.e., skill.
The “Mizuru” learned from Hakurou has a technique to turn qi power into physical power through the qi-dou method. If it was the current Gazel, it should be able to integrate the energy flowing through the body very well.
And this is it, the body.
In other words, the unique skill “Dictator” unifies energy and sublimates the attack into the highest and strongest blow.
The sword that no one could beat—with such aura, Gazel moved.
Godspeed slam.
However, it failed to run into Kondo.
A small sound rang out and Gazel bent his knees.
“Kah!”
Gazel spat blood out of his mouth and looked dumbfounded at the blood coming out of his abdomen.
Kondo’s right hand held a large Southern-style automatic pistol, the muzzle of which was still smoking, from which the murderous bullet that had defeated Gazel had been fired.
“You…are an honorable swordsman…”
Gazel, his expression twisted by anger and humiliation, spat blood and spoke.
But those words fell on deaf ears to Kondo.
“Like I said, play is over. There’s no need for glory on the battlefield, my job is to do whatever it takes to win.”
Kondo’s tone was extremely cold.
Compared to Kondo, who was stuck to his own genre, he was a different person.
“Bullshit! How could I end up like this—”
Gazel tried desperately to get up, but the body was no longer obedient and could only fall to the ground again.
And that’s par for the course.
Kondo used not ordinary bullets, but special bullets that were infused with his own ideas—spellbombs.
It wasn’t an ability borrowed from Emperor Rudra, it was Kondo’s own probing ability.
That’s right. Kondo had awakened the Ultimate Skill by his own power, and the King of Execution is in charge of the “battle”.
So, very strong.
Though a man, he desires to take the seat of the gods—to replace the emperor Rudra, the man of battle.
And the Domination Spell Bomb was one of Kondo’s ‘King of Execution’ powers, secretly concealing the effect of destroying the other party’s magical circuitry, which could kill even spiritual lifeforms.
Gazel was definitely not weak, rather he was one of the few strongmen in this world.
Depending on the situation, perhaps even an Awakening Demon Lord could win.
But between Kondo and him lies a high wall that cannot be crossed.
That is, whether or not they have an ultimate skill.
This alone, before the start of the war, had already decided the winner.
“Give up your futile efforts. I have no intention of killing His Majesty Gazel, but I’ll let you go when it’s over, even though I’ll bind you now.”
Kondo said blandly.
While not falsehoods, they are not all true either.
Before letting him go, he was going to use the Domination Spell Bomb to dominate him.
Now Kagali was at the helm, and for Gazel, too, he was intended to be captured alive.
Terrible coldness and reasonableness, which is also in the bones of Tatsuya Kondo as a man.
Hakurou couldn’t act now.
Witnessing Kondo’s formidable strength, he could only stand resignedly.
From this moment on, Kondo has basically determined victory…
“Hah hah hah hah! I am Gabil, the Dragon King! Let’s fight it out!”
Seeing the enemy, Gabil left his men behind and launched the assault himself.
As a commander this act was very inappropriate, but again tactically it’s hard to say he was wrong.
To say why, it is because the enemy is so powerful that it stands out.
The spectacle-wearing Mana man, who was not prominent in the enemy group, Gabil shouted directly without confusion.
“It’s you, the man over there, come out and be my rival!”
Gabil nodded at him with his spear pointed at him, and the eyed man snorted with a crooked lip.
“It’s a pain in the ass. I’ve never been able to play an ordinary intelligence agent who’s been targeted by someone who can see through his strength.”
The elegant man said as he removed his glasses.
In an instant, the feeling the man gave off changed.
“In that case, there’s nothing you can do, so let me be your opponent. Until then, please leave this place.”
The usual cowering look disappeared completely, and he gave orders to his companions around him.
But that didn’t work with the confused companions.
“Oi Oi Malcolm, aren’t you unfit to fight!?”
“Yeah, we’re weaker than we are, so don’t try to be strong.”
The man known as Malcolm replied with a smile to his companions who had come over worriedly.
“Ahhhh, it’s really a very comfortable workplace. I’m a single digit eighth, so you should understand what that means, right?””
Seeing that the atmosphere of his peers had changed, everyone understood that Malcolm was just pretending to be a good old intelligence agent, and that he had the authority to give orders to himself, which was what the words just said meant.
“Understood!”
“Good luck!”
Leaving these words behind, Malcolm’s companions scattered.
Malcolm sighed, those slender, serpent-like eyes looking up at Gabil.
Gabil’s strength, Malcolm had actually seen through.
In a world where it makes no sense to challenge a prominent individual with a group, it is because Malcolm is familiar with this truth that he drives away those whose strength reaches the near-guard knight.
“Your name is Gabil, look what you’ve done. If you take away my job, you’ll have to pay for it with your life.”
“Hah hah hah hah! “Single digits” is what Lord Rimuru said about dangerous people, and I’m lucky to have such a prey.”
Gabil happily obliged.
Thus, the battle between the two males began.
………..
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The absence of distinct features is the hallmark of Malcolm.
It was eight hundred years ago that Malcolm became a knight of the near guard. Because of his unique skill of infiltrating a special type of “disguiser,” he was seen by the then head of the group, Damrada.
One of the special points of the unique skill “disguiser” is the ability to change into a person you’ve seen before.
Instead of being “rewritten” like Hinata’s unique skill “usurper”, it’s completely mimicked into the same person.
But there is a limit to imitation after all, and the impossibility of imitating all the same for beings whose strength greatly exceeds one’s own is the weakness of this ability.
Even so, the more powerful people one encounters, the more versatile they become, and so Malcolm survived the Great Upheaval to become a “saint” and climb into the “single digit” position. This is what happened a hundred years after Malcolm became a knight of the Near Guard.
It was because of this that Malcolm was unable to wipe away the fear of Kondo.
Kondo is a “visitor” from the otherworld and has a “soul” that is stronger than normal, but even so, his power is incomprehensible.
The first person to initiate a serial scramble towards Kondo was Malcolm.
In that battle, Malcolm came into contact with Kondo’s unusually powerful. In the past, he had always thought that Kondo was only being favored by the Emperor, but this battle had made him realize that it was all a misunderstanding.
With Kondo’s fighting ability, which could not be imitated by Malcolm’s unique skill, the ‘disguiser’, Kondo simply subdued the powerful man from above and took the position of the leader.
Even though Malcolm looked like the monster’s Four Horsemen, Kondo had beaten them down with a bemused look on his face.
Because of these things, Malcolm admired Kondo.
Kondo cared about the lieutenant’s position so much that Malcolm learned that he let himself stay on as a second lieutenant and stayed in the Intelligence Bureau so he could assist Kondo.
In front of Malcolm, there was now a strong enemy, Gabil.
Although he came out with a spear, he understood that he could not win by this alone.
So, Malcolm decided to morph into the gesture of the man he thought was the strongest.
………..
……..
…
Pulling away from Gabil, Malcolm shifted into the mold of Kondo.
With the unique skill of the “disguiser” and the “power of substitution” granted by the Emperor’s loan, the Malcolm now has the strength of a man close to Kondo.
“Oh, that’s weird. Is that what you’re supposed to look like?”
Mimicking Kondo’s stance, Malcolm replied to Gabil.
“No, this pose is the imitation form of the strongest man I believe in most. Although the Four Horsemen are strong, they are not as strong as Lieutenant Kondo, now—”
Malcolm glanced at the battlefield next to him and continued.
“Even His Majesty Gazel, who has a reputation as a hero, is at his wits’ end.”
Hearing this, Gabil muttered.
Whether it was the poor state of the friendly forces’ battle, Hakurou’s disengagement from the battle line, or the fact that King Gazel was pointed out to be fighting bitterly, it was already clear through the wide range of?Magic Sense?.
“Hmm, it seems so.”
“From the moment Lieutenant Kondo struck, our victory was established. That’s why you don’t want to show off your own moves on purpose, and you don’t know where they’ll leak out, don’t you want to hide your power too?”
Malcolm asked the question lightly, turning the gun in his hand into a saber. The legendary equipment loaned to Malcolm can now change form at will according to Malcolm’s will.
Malcolm, who had picked up the saber in Kondo’s likeness, looked majestic and solemn in that stance.
Gabil still held the magical weapon that could be described as the treasure of the Lizardman race: the water vortex spear.
It was now in his perfect hands, the spear his father had entrusted to him.
Gabil had fought many times with this spear, if the weapon was damaged, look for Kurobee to redo it, the performance was only of the trait level, but he was a very reliable partner.
Only, after all, it’s still not legendary.
The poor performance of the weapon would be a key factor in determining victory or defeat, and this time it could be an overwhelming disadvantage for Gabil. However, Gabil also had the move ‘Dragon Scale Armor’, which was almost mythical in defense strength.
The enemy, Gabil thought to himself, was a “saint”, on the same level as his awakened self. That’s why Gabil didn’t spare any effort to mount a challenge from the start.
So, can this man break through the defenses of our kind?
Gabil is confident in his defensive capabilities.
There is no way to win a battle without delivering a decisive blow to your opponent, no matter how many times you are hit, as long as it doesn’t inflict a mortal wound it is meaningless.
Although Gabil didn’t think Malcolm’s weapons could break through his own defenses, he should not be careless and watch his opponent’s movements carefully.
“I’m ready.”
“Well, come on!”
Gabil’s misfortune was that the matchup with Malcolm came too soon.
The power gained by the Awakening was huge, but he had yet to fully grasp it.
Just as Ultima had worriedly done, even before the evolution, Gabil hadn’t been able to harness the magic element well, but now that he had gained such a great power, he was too big to use it well.
Highly powerful defense and healing power, those two alone were very powerful, but this time the opponent was too strong.
‘Plum Blossom’—Wuhuatou—
“Whirlpool water strike!
It was because of prudent correspondence that Gabil survived.
In terms of strength, the two sides are similar and perhaps Gabil is slightly stronger. However, in terms of technique, Malcolm is far stronger than Gabil.
In fact, Malcolm can’t even imitate most of Lieutenant Kondo’s strength, and he can’t reproduce his ultimate power, the King of Execution.
Malcolm itself is comparable in strength to Gabil, and Gabil is undoubtedly stronger from a defensive standpoint.
Winning or losing is often related to timing.
What appeared to be a complete victory for Malcolm was actually only a hair’s breadth away from victory.
“Well, I can’t make fun of Major General Faraga. You’re Gabil, the Dragon King. You can’t be mistaken for Veldora.”
Malcolm looked at Gabil who had fallen to the ground.
Gabil’s fate seems to be coming to an end at this moment—
***
“Brother!”
As if to protect Gabil, several silhouettes blocked in front of Malcolm.
It was Souka who rushed over.
And Gabil’s minions.
“Lord Gabil…!”
“Don’t die, Gabil!”
“Exactly. Lord Gabil is not a man who would die in a place like this!”
Although they understood that they couldn’t win against Malcolm, they stood firm.
It was this courage that saved Gabil’s life.
Although everyone is not as strong as the “saint” Malcolm, they are all strong people who have reached the “Special A” level, and they are not spared to use the medicine to buy time, and they are trying desperately to buy time.
However, the attack used by the Malcolm, who imitated Kondo, would damage the enemy’s interior with the Condensed Fighting Qi, and the Recovery Pill would become ineffective as a result, so Souka and the others had to be prepared to die in order to be aware of it.
Another one of Gabil’s men has fallen.
Then it was Souka’s turn for her men, Nansou, to fall, and although the gap in combat skills was not large, the difference in basic strength was too great. Coupled with the fact that Malcolm’s weapons were legendary, one after another fell in the face of this inexorable battle power gap.
Fortunately, no one has been sacrificed yet.
Gabil, who was evolved by Rimuru, also made the people under the genealogy stronger, thus increasing endurance and being barely able to avoid fatal injuries.
But because of the continuous damage caused by Malcolm, it was also true that it was impossible to return to the front line, and it was only a matter of time before everyone was killed.
Thinking about this, Gabil shouted.
“That’s enough! That’s enough! Run! Souka, this is an order, get everyone out of here now!”
Gabil tried desperately to lift himself up and looked at the girl. But Souka didn’t look at Gabil at all, instead she replied with a fearless smile.
“I refuse, brother. I am under Lord Souei’s command and have no obligation to obey my brother’s orders.”
“Say what…”
“Say it again! If we escape here, there’s a real chance that someone will die! You’re going to die, aren’t you?”
Souka, who was normally calm, couldn’t think about shouting so much now.
Gabil was speechless and confused.
“…What are you talking about? It’s the commander’s job to sacrifice as little as possible, isn’t it your job to abandon those of us who have already been defeated and increase the number of survivors as much as possible?”
Gabil was having a hard time even trying to stand up now, looking at his fighting companions and making a sound.
And what he said was overruled by Souka.
“Then I’m right in my fight, our fellow soldiers don’t have the kind of weaklings who get killed by seconds with a single blow, which is why they buy time like this.”
Even as their companions were falling, they continued to fight, relying on numbers to harass Malcolm, beware of casualties.
Look for winning opportunities in this way.
“What a stupid thing to do! The assurance that help will come is simply…”
The subordinates led by Rimuru had now gone to the imperial capital and they could not expect support at all, and even if the sleeping subordinates woke up, they could not have rushed over for support by that coincidence.
The trio of dependent demonesses, now in the midst of a battle with the formidable foe Velgrynd, were the ones in need of reinforcements, unable to seek their assistance.
Gabil understood all of this, and that’s why he thought that the current situation could only lead to a retreat.
However, Gabil’s minions also denied him.
“It’s you, Gabil! It’s you we’re waiting for!”
“Yes, Lord Gabil! That’s a little bit of a wound. Get up!”
“Exactly. Buy time and wait for Lord Gabil’s resurrection, there’s no other way for the whole crew to be saved except that!”
Hearing this, Gabil felt ashamed.
Only oneself, giving up the victory.
“Okay! You, try to hold on until I get up!”
Gabil exclaimed, knowing full well how unreasonable this order was, and the hot tears streaming down his eyes were a good indication of Gabil’s mood at the moment.
He who perseveres, the Goddess of Victory will not abandon him either.
The man who had responded to Gabil appeared.
“Oops, oops, still so messed up. Let me help you with this.”
“It’s my lady’s order not to let the important toy, Lord Gabil, die, so I will come to the rescue.”
Ultima’s men, Veyron and Zonda, had arrived at an unknown time.
I feel like it’s harder to live,” Zonda muttered afterwards, but it was a happy thing that Gabil didn’t hear, drowning in the sounds of the battlefield.
The butler of the wind, Veyron came to Souka’s side, and then set up his cane towards Malcolm.
“If I am to be this man’s opponent, I will ask His Excellency Souka to assist me. The other wounded will need your protection.”
“Understood!”
“So, go!”
Hearing Souka’s response, Veyron began to act. The Marquis-level demon male Veyron, whose amount of magical element was probably less than a quarter of Malcolm’s, whose fighting skills were stronger than Veyron’s, had managed to force Malcolm to hurry even if he couldn’t win.
“Geez, what a pain in the ass! One after the other before being killed off completely.”
“Of course, it is our mission to grasp the power of the enemy.”
“Oops, I didn’t think it would be so irritating to be imitated in a field I’m good at. Get rid of you guys fast, and get that troublemaker…”
“Something’s broken!”
While dealing with Veyron, Malcolm unleashed his killing intent on Gabil. This moment of breakthrough, Souka did not let up, deliberately shouting out her voice to draw the other party’s attention, as a way to confuse Malcolm.
If the cast bitter nothing hits that’s fine, even if it doesn’t, Veyron’s sword will attack Malcolm.
Malcolm saw through the tricks and made the best choice. That is, to take the bitterness directly, rather than choosing to avoid it.
That was right, reacting to Souka would result in heavier damage from Veyron’s side.
The next moment, Malcolm just continued to ignore the pale light and flicked away Veyron’s cane. And then also reflecting on the fact that you shouldn’t be thinking superfluous things in battle.
Geez, just knock these guys down before you kill him. Trouble, trouble!
Gabil was definitely the most dangerous opponent, so Malcolm wanted to kill him as quickly as possible, and was too greedy to do so.
It wasn’t a major injury, but he still couldn’t forgive himself for being injured in Kondo’s position.
“Let’s get this over with.”
“So, can you do it?”
“Sir Veyron, he’s a hard-ass, isn’t he?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ll just finish my work in no hurry.”
Veyron and Souka team up, even at a disadvantage, to fight against Malcolm.
In the meantime, Zonda was not idle either.
“That’s a really, really troublesome move. Demon Qi—no, humans are supposed to use fighting Qi. In order to continuously emit the wavelengths of scrambled mana, the energy was left inside the enemy.
What a horrible move. If it’s a move like this, it might work on us spiritual beings too.”
A diagnosis like this is being given to Gabil.
This diagnosis is correct.
This is the same kind of power as Damrada’s Spiral Immersion Breaking, which smashes the condensed fighting qi into the opponent’s interior for destruction.
This is the ultimate meaning of the “Mizushin Life Stream”, the “Qi Fighting Method”, which is why it is called the Sword of Exorcism.
It is this reason that the recovery potions that heal on a mana-based basis cannot heal this damage.
Still, Zonda had a way to heal.
Deftly manipulating the demon element, adjusting the messy breath and neutralizing the fighting breath that Malcolm had fought in, allowing Gabil’s body to resume normal breath flow.
And Gabil wasn’t just quietly waiting to recover.
A strong desire for greater healing power.
His desire to do so was stimulating Gabil to discover new powers.
But…
The plan couldn’t keep up with the changes, and Malcolm lifted the frame.
“Oops oops oops, time’s up. I’ve received the order to return, so let’s save the victory for later.”
After saying this, Malcolm left directly by ‘transfer’ regardless of the situation.
……….
Ben is in a bitter battle with Footman.
It’s a little light to say it’s a bit of a fight.
He also has the strength of the “Immortal” class and is still confident in his own strength. But Footman’s amount of mojo easily overrides Ben.
Ben’s armor and battle spear were legendary, improving his combat abilities, but even that was still not enough to win.
The reason why the fight lasted was because Footman lost his sanity.
And thanks to Phobio’s assistance.
“Black Leopard Fang Phobio, come and help us.”
The man who had barged in so loudly was strange to Ben at first, but he immediately remembered who this man was.
“Black Leopard Fang” is of the Three Beast Warrior of King Carrion! Is it true, Carrion has now abdicated to the Demon Lord Milim, who is also allied with His Majesty Rimuru?
Since he wasn’t the enemy, Ben welcomed help.
“Thank you. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed on my own.”
“I guess so. I don’t think I could do it on my own, to be honest.”
Phobio, who has re-examined his own attitude and reflected on it, is able to assess his own strength calmly, and he realizes by instinct that he cannot beat Footman even if he does his best to “beastialize”
him.
That’s why Phobio shed his pride and chose to fight alongside Ben.
Footman, though strong, has become monotonous in his attacking style due to a loss of sanity. Both Ben and Phobio were covered in bruises and were just barely holding their own now.
Even if they could not expect victory, the word “retreat” did not exist in their minds.
For, the companions were engaged in a dead heat on the side.
The other clown, Tear, is dealing with Anrietta, the head of the Dark Ministry of the armed nation of Dwargon, and Gobya and the others who are participating in the war. These men intend to capture Tear with a few elites.
It’s just that Tear’s look was really strange.
“Really, I’m sorry? I didn’t mean it either, but it’s an order, so try your best not be killed, so you have to find a way to stop me!”
Quite serious when it comes to fighting, with words like that coming out of her mouth.
In fact Tear, even though she was ordered to fight by Kagali, still had her own free will, and even though the order could not be disobeyed, she could still understand that Kagali was in a state of being manipulated. In other words, she herself had no intention of fighting the current situation and did not want to.
So Tear is trying as hard as she can not to make a real effort to participate in the battle without disobeying orders, and then also makes a request to ask her own enemy, Anrietta, to stop her.
In response to Tear’s expectations, Anrietta and the others began to execute capture battles, why the power gap was difficult to fill and had failed to bear fruit until now.
“I’m sorry about that guy over there, too? I used you before, but I won’t lie to you again.”
Hearing Tear’s words, Phobio felt indignant.
The reason for removing Footman’s sanity was to avoid hurting them—something Phobio and Ben quickly picked up on. The fact that Footman is showing the same level of aura as Phobio’s esteemed Carrion, shows he is really not an opponent that Phobio can beat in a normal challenge.
Therefore, Phobio was thankful to Tear for the time being.
But…
“Shut up! Don’t remind me of my dark history. Needless to say, I’m grateful for letting this guy go on a rampage!”
“Yeah! You’re all weak, and if Footman had used his skills properly, you’d all be dead by now!”
In response to Phobio’s retort, Tear innocently spat out a tirade.
Tear didn’t mean any harm and was telling the truth, but because of that it was even more of a fire, but the most that could be done now was to complain about it a bit.
“What an arrogant brat.”
“That’s enough. Don’t talk! That said, can’t you just make an effort to put more water in!”
Mentally remembering it for me afterwards, Ben and Phobio sighed.
The dire situation continues.
Gobya actually wanted to rush through this place well to help the rest of the battle, mainly because she thought her opponent on this side was the best to deal with.
But reality is not that simple.
Tear was not hostile, but could not disobey. It is therefore by no means wrong for Gobya to make a judgment to make a capture.
The reason why the battle could not go smoothly was simply because Tear and Footman were too strong.
Footman can break through steel with ease, the usual attacks don’t work and it’s very difficult to knock him out.
It took Ben and Phobio, two strongmen together, to slow him down.
On the other side, Tear, who was confident in her speed, couldn’t catch up with Anrietta, and Gobya couldn’t even get close enough to touch.
This side was ready to cast the net, but nothing seemed to work out alive. It would have been smoother if Souka and the others had come to execute it, but there was no time for that right now when they were fighting with Malcolm.
All of this has led to a deteriorating war situation.
Gobya grasped the battle based on Moss’ intelligence.
Veyron and Zonda seem to have gone forward to rescue Gabil, only it seems to be in a scorched state again, but out of harm’s way.
The worst is Kondo.
Hakurou couldn’t fight, and King Gazel was defeated.
Agera and Esprit seem to have passed, but facing Kondo, he doesn’t even know if he can buy time.
“At worst, I’m the one who’s going to fight.”
Moss said.
Moss’s duty is to grasp the battlefield in place of Benimaru, and based on Moss’ intelligence, Gobya makes a combat case.
Gobya was now giving clear instructions while responding to Tear.
It was also possible to do this because of the presence of Moss’ support, and if Moss had joined the battle, the battle lines might have collapsed in one breath.
“The worst-case scenario would be to ask you to help in the end. Can you make a difference?”
“…I’ll do my best.”
It felt like Moss couldn’t win either, and Gobya felt so melancholy.
Moss is a self-assured man and gets along with all but a specific character, led by Testarossa, with an air of arrogance. And Moss, who is full of confidence, just says that the best he can do is try with such uncertainty-filled words.
It is enough to show just how dangerous an opponent Kondo is.
It would be difficult to stop Kondo.
It will take time for Gabil to return to the front lines.
Gobya and the others are going to capture Footman and Tear for who knows how much longer.
At this rate, it would be impossible to stop Kagali’s ritual.
And then there’s Gedora, who is now in the middle of a war of words with Velgrynd, and if Velgrynd enters the fray, it’s basically a lost battle.
Oops. Just how much we normally depend on Lord Rimuru and Lord Benimaru is really fully understood…
Gobya is in a state of introspection, and only now does she realize that she is a bit of an afterthought.
It is for this reason that one must not give up.
It’s not over. The reason why Lord Velgrynd didn’t act was because the demons were working on it. The gap in strength was clearly evident, yet it remained tenacious. Let’s start with the discouragement, this kind of thing is never allowed!
Gobya thought of the trio of self-respecting, arrogant trio of demonesses.
They have never been defeated, and even though they are new to this world, they sits at the top of the hierarchy as the “Twelve Patrons”. They are more powerful than Gobya could have ever imagined, yet still leave one despairing in the face of Velgrynd.
It’s good enough that the fight is still going on right now.
‘Can’t lose’—thought Gobya.
Cheering herself up once more, she continued the Tear capture battle. (***it is unclear whether Gobya is a male or female because both pronouns are being used randomly. I went with female because it seemed to be used more often).
In front of Kondo, stood a man.
Samurai-like dress for Agera.
“Kill him, Agera! I won’t get in your way.”
Esprit shouted, then began to treat Gazel and Hakurou.
Agera sighed and shook her head.
Esprit has always been this way.
The benefits are always taken away from her. To put it bluntly, Esprit just saw right now that she couldn’t beat Kondo and took the initiative to disengage from the fight.
Esprit is a shrewd demoness.
It was a common occurrence these days, and Agera didn’t care, raising her knife towards Kondo.
After three hundred years of being defeated without a single sword, Kondo, who had defeated two swordsmen, Hakurou and Gazel, in succession, was feeling the blood in his body tumbling.
“Is your name Kondo? Your swordsmanship is fascinating. I’m a swordsman by trade, so I’ll have to fight you.”
You can’t beat Kondo if you let go of the restrictions, Agera saw it coming.
It was because Kondo responded to the win with his sword that Hakurou managed to give that counter strike. If it wasn’t for that, even if Gazel and Hakurou had launched the challenge together, it was estimated that they wouldn’t have been able to inflict any damage on Kondo and would have been repelled by Kondo soon.
It was also based on this idea that Agera proposed this.
The offer was just a try, but Agera believed that Kondo would agree, on the grounds that for some reason Kondo’s sword skills felt nostalgic.
“Lord Agera…is it true that Lord Agera is good at swordsmanship too?”
Before Kondo could respond, Hakurou interjected first.
“Hmm? What does that mean?”
“Well, no…Actually, Lord Agera and someone I knew always felt some resemblance…”
Facing Agera with a face of astonishment, Hakurou looked a bit hesitant.
In fact, Hakurou’s grandfather and Agera could almost be said to look exactly alike.
It’s not just the look, the height and the feel, but also the unmistakable manner in which they speak and act.
“Is that so. However, it is a pity that it is someone else. I have no memory of meeting you in this world, where I was born three hundred years ago. I’m not sure if I’m good at swordsmanship, but I’ve learned to fight with this sword all my life.”
After saying that, Agera gave a gentle smile.
For Agera, the sword is everything.
“Yeah…oops, that’s some boring stuff.”
Hakurou put away his various thoughts and retreated.
Could Agera be the reincarnation of his grandfather? There is some doubt, but no evidence. What’s more, even if Agera was Araki Byakuya, it wouldn’t be a reason for Kondo to take a little care of him (***Agera seems to be the reincarnation of Araki Byakuya, and might consider himself male, but is for some reason portrayed as a female demon, hence the changing pronouns).
The grandfather, who hadn’t won once, was nothing more than a human being in the end, and no matter how Agera answered, it wouldn’t be the main reason to change things here.
In order to win this battle, one must be stronger than Kondo.
“Is it possible that Hakurou-san knows someone who…”
“Well, it’s my grandfather.”
Gazel asked in a small voice, and Hakurou answered in a small voice.
Esprit joins in on the duo’s whisper.
“By the way, did Hakurou’s grandfather pass away in 300 years?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s possible that he was reincarnated as a demon from the beginning with a sword. Moreover, the souls of the martial arts will gather around Carrera-sama, so there’s nothing strange about it.”
“I see. In that case, maybe he’ll know something that even Sir Hakurou doesn’t know.”
“It’s hard to say? I’ve done the best I can, and in the swordsmanship my grandfather showed me, he also said that the Eight Flower is the strongest mystery…”
Like that, a few people got chatty.
Hakurou and others have exhausted all their efforts and still lost the battle, so they looked away and became a kind of watching the victory and defeat.
Also, although a bit anachronistic, Hakurou cared a lot about Agera’s origins, and Gazel was interested in Hakurou’s master.
I’m so thorough in my work, I’m so thorough in my work, I’m so thorough in my work, I’m so thorough in my work, I’m so thorough in my work.
This state of affairs made Agera sigh in disbelief.
Kondo, on one side, also didn’t come at all to interfere with the enemy’s conversation, just leisurely observing Agera’s stance.
It was Kondo’s duty to exclude those who wanted to interfere with Kagali’s ritual, and by the way, to identify some strongmen who could come in handy, not to cut down the enemy to death.
So, without panic, he responded Agera.
It was because it was too dangerous to let it go. If a “saint” who is evenly matched with himself learns the sword skills that Hakurou has entrusted to him, there is no guarantee that he will win, so Kondo chooses to win, which means that his priority is to finish the job.
For an opponent of Agera’s apparently lower level than his own, he didn’t see a problem in playing a little bit.
It would have been rare for Kondo to make such a judgement—workaholics who have always believed in rationalism are extremely annoyed by doing useless work.
Kondo’s only weakness is his pride in his genre.
He’s still not mature enough to let go of the affair.
Even while doing introspection, one still can’t contain one’s curiosity.
‘All right, let’s do a couple of things with him’—Kondo was about to talk to the other guy, but he wasn’t too stupid to forget to look around.
On the edge of the line of sight, Velgrynd was spotted in action.
Kagali’s Forbidden Spell: Demon Death Aborigine isn’t done yet, but it looks like things have changed.
Sadly it looked like the time had come and Kondo was ready to make his move.
“I’m sorry, but I’d like to go through with you, but work comes first.”
After speaking to Agera, he stowed his saber.
It was an attitude that was completely contemptuous of Agera, only, even knowing that it was, Agera couldn’t stop Kondo.
Watching Kondo’s departing figure, he still felt cold and sweaty.
“Looks like you got yourself a life.”
Reluctantly, he muttered.
…………
Gedora is on his own with Velgrynd as his opponent.
That being said, it’s not as if they are fighting.
If that was the case, even the most advanced technology-crystallized Floor Guardian Colossus Statue would be shattered with a single blow.
Gedora knew her weight and wouldn’t make such a foolish move. Just purely following his own curiosity and asking questions of Velgrynd.
“I didn’t know that Her Excellency, Marshal, was Lord Veldora’s sister, Lord Velgrynd, the Scorch Dragon.”
A word of courtesy first.
One side draws Velgrynd’s attention while advancing the conversation.
“It’s only recently that you’ve seen my face, so it’s only natural that you didn’t know.”
Getting an answer is luck at the end of the day.
Velgrynd had thus been making Gedora talking objects.
Buying time by talking is Gedora’s strategy of making the most of it.
The strategy worked and Gedora is still alive to this day.
Only, there was something in Velgrynd’s mind.
“I see. That is to say, Lord Velgrynd, who has always supported His Majesty Rudra and played the role of a “marshal” for generations, I admire so much!”
“After all, it’s not so hard to act when you haven’t spoken for hundreds of years.”
Velgrynd replied in a rather polite tone, but it looked as if she was tired, and now she was being embarrassed by Gedora’s incessant questions.
That’s why I couldn’t resist saying something that sounded like a complaint.
“You’ve got a lot of nerves, by the way. You’re allowed to ask questions because Rudra likes you. I didn’t expect you to keep asking so many questions.”
“I’m so flattered!”
“I’m not flattering you.”
Velgrynd looked like she couldn’t stand it.
To end Gedora, it was easy for Velgrynd, only now that four ‘other bodies’ had been divided, it was inevitable that another one would have to be divided in order to deal with Gedora.
As long as he doesn’t interfere with the ritual, that’s fine, so just deal with Gedora.
In contrast to Velgrynd, who was troubled by making the wrong choice, Gedora continued to ask questions with aplomb.
“On the other hand, there is one thing that is of great interest…why did Lord Damrada prevent me from communicating information to His Majesty? As long as Lord Rimuru’s information on their battle strength is properly conveyed, won’t the Imperial Army’s casualties be reduced?”
“Who knows? As you’ve noticed, the Imperial Army doesn’t matter to us at all, it’s just a war to awaken the strong.”
“Even so, wouldn’t it be better to hear from me about the situation?”
“What pestering. Maybe you’re trying to say that Damrada has betrayed, but he has his own problems.”
“Hmm, it’s true. What does this have to do with the kid named Masayuki?”
“I don’t know. Why do I need to know what’s going on in Damrada, and who is that Masayuki?”
“Huh?”
Velgrynd’s reaction puzzled Gedora.
According to Gedora’s preconceived notions, this Masayuki should be the key.
“Well, then, don’t you know that hero is lucky?”
In the face of Gedora’s scowling questioning, Velgrynd replied coldly.
“I don’t know, or is that guy strong?”
To ask if it’s strong or not, the answer would have to be no. Gedora didn’t hate Masayuki, he rather liked him, and that was because Gedora knew he was definitely not strong.
Hearing Gedora’s reply, Velgrynd grimaced.
“Kondo is only interested in people who are about to be awakened. Besides, if calling yourself a “hero”
attracts karmic circles, then the monsters will reach out and kill him anyway, right?”
‘I see’—thought Gedora.
Yuuki used Masayuki to test the reaction of Demon Lord Rimuru, and doing so was no doubt a suggestion from Damrada.
In other words, the upper echelons of the Empire should be aware of Masayuki’s business.
But Velgrynd said she didn’t know.
Indeed, it’s not unreasonable to say that he’s ignored because he doesn’t count as strong.
At least for Kondo, Masayuki should be of little use, and with the intention of budding the unstable elements, plus the fact that Masayuki looks exactly like Emperor Rudra, it’s not surprising that even Kondo would want to take Masayuki out.
What Kondo’s actions are well understood, but what cannot be understood is Damrada’s actions.
“Hmm, but Lord Damrada sent two single-digit guards to protect the young man, Masayuki?”
“This is to infiltrate the land of the monsters, right?”
“Well, that’s right but…”
Gedora was anxious in her heart, but afraid to speak too dryly.
It all sounded like it made sense, but it always felt like there was some sense of dissonance, that Gedora, who had already betrayed the Empire, was annoyed from the standpoint that something that didn’t need to be annoying was annoying him.
Couldn’t she listen more seriously? Gedora really wanted to yell at Velgrynd.
“You seem very upset.”
“Uh, no, no, no, no.”
Why was it that the expressions were invisible, but the moods of this side could be seen. Gedora was trying desperately to calm his shaken heart.
At this point, Gedora suddenly found out why he felt at odds with Velgrynd’s words.
“Your Excellency, Damrada, is he actually a traitor?”
Gedora said offhandedly.
“Cut the crap. You’re not the one who betrayed me.”
You are right.
But Gedora was not discouraged.
Maximize the nerve of living up to the big strips and offer an opinion on Velgrynd.
“Let’s say that’s the case. The young man, fortunately, looks exactly like His Majesty Rudra. What do you think about that?”
That’s right, the sense of dissonance came from the information about Masayuki.
Be it strong or weak, the Empire does take that very seriously. However, Masayuki had a more important element than that, which was “the exact resemblance to Emperor Rudra, the ruler”. If this is ignored, the conversation cannot continue.
It was possible that Kondo knew about it, but Bonnie and Jiu should have been unaware of it.
Damrada, who was a friend of Rudra, knew about it.
But why does he want to protect Masayuki?
It was this incomprehensibility that amazed Gedora.
“…what did you say?”
“That is to say, His Majesty Rudra and Masayuki the hero look exactly alike, why would this information…?”
Gedora was about to clarify when he suddenly shut his mouth with an iron face.
Seeing Velgrynd’s expression, Gedora thought to himself with trepidation, ‘’Ah, this old man, I guess I’m going to die…” and suddenly began to regret being too overwhelmed.
But Velgrynd had completely cast Gedora aside and gotten herself into thinking.
It was hard to imagine Kondo not knowing about this information, but not reporting it, leaving her somewhat upset.
The more important issue is Damrada.
Not sure what he was thinking, there was no way to take Gedora’s words for granted now.
And, to what extent is it similar…
To say they look like Rudra? It is necessary to confirm once…
The total annihilation of the attacking Imperial army was somewhat wrongly predicted, but it was still assumed that everything was working as planned. By all accounts, but this supposedly insignificant piece of information made Velgrynd feel very angry.
“Gedora, thank you for the useful information. I’ll let you off the hook for this information, okay? Want to try to challenge me with that toy of yours?”
Velgrynd hadn’t intended to kill Gedora in the first place, and didn’t look at Gedora as she is now, as he’s actually one of the few friends Rudra can trust.
Furthermore, while it is true that Gedora betrayed the Empire, there was no betrayal of Rudra, as judged by Velgrynd.
To Velgrynd, this thing called the Empire meant little, so Gedora’s betrayal was still within tolerable bounds.
In this respect, Velgrynd thinks a little differently than people do, not something Gedora could have guessed, so Gedora thought that one could only accept Velgrynd’s proposal.
It’s because they can’t win that they choose to fight for time, and if it turns into a real fight, it’s basically the same as a battle to the death. To put it bluntly, it didn’t take a second for Gedora to be done.
So Gedora was also a no-brainer.
“Whahahahahaha, you’re such a joker. I’m no match for you!”
The control of the attitude change was important, and Gedora chose to smile and muddle through.
This answer, which seems to be negative, neither says YES or NO, and leaves the judgment to the other party, so as not to worry about being blamed for fleeing from the Rimuru side, the perfect way to deal with the world.
Gedora has subtly gone to the extreme in this regard.
While Velgrynd understood this cunning of Gedora, she also just thought he was an interesting man.
With a sigh and a “Gedora or Gedora?”, she let him go.
And…
Luckily for Gedora, the situation has changed.
The ‘other body’ who fought with Veldora was starting to get serious, and it was now necessary to leave this venue.
“Oh yeah? If you change your mind, tell me about it and I’ll be your opponent. But until then, try to survive this war.”
“Hey?”
“I’ve got things to do now, and I’ll leave that to other pawns. You seem to be hated by the military.
Work hard to become a saint.”
“What the hell is going on…?”
Ignoring the questioning Gedora, Velgrynd floated into the air. Interrupting the magic would slow down the progress of the ritual considerably, but there was nothing that could be done.
Gedora, who had been left there dazed, was looking up at Velgrynd, confused by the change in circumstances and was at a loss as to what to do.
On the battlefield, not even for a moment can one slack off, and as if to prove it, before Gedora could figure it out, Velgrynd revealed the meaning of the words— “Time, space, connection…!”
It’s a completely breathless, out-of-touch glimpse of reality.
Floating in the air, Velgrynd let out a roar, space twisted dramatically, and then out of that twisted space emerged countless flying airships.
“Is that the flying ship regiment responsible for transporting the Warcraft Legion? Difficult, could it be…connecting the spaces? No, no, no, no, no way. I don’t see how far it is from there to here—no, no, it’s not that!”
Gedora was confused.
That’s because what’s happening right in front of him is just so incredible.
The flying fleet, which was originally scheduled to launch an attack from the northern part of the Kingdom of Ingracia, had been called here in defiance of time and space. It should have taken more than three days according to Rimuru’s calculations, and Gedora would have thought it impossible to summon it.
There is a great danger of transferring through magic, one messed up can kill soldiers, it takes a lot of magic to avoid that, and spells can become very complicated.
No, Lord Rimuru’s words can do it. However, pulling people with other coordinates over will increase the difficulty by several levels! This kind of thing should be impossible to do…
It’s just so beyond common sense.
Gedora’s insights are correct, but one cannot agree that this is reality.
Just as Gedora was in chaos, there were others who felt the same way he did…
The flying regiment that was marching towards the northern part of the Kingdom of Ingracia was enjoying its air travel with grace.
Unlike the dangerous sea route, the air is safe, though not zero, but there are few magical things that can fly over great heights.
The person most responsible for commanding the three hundred flying airships was Samuel.
Samuel’s mission was to transport friendly troops to the central continent along with the thirty thousand
‘Warcraft Legion’ led by Grand Admiral Gladim and his partners.
It’s a comfortable life because they don’t have to fight.
But…
This extraordinarily luxurious flagship aboard which Samuel is aboard has a section wrapped in a different atmosphere.
Very noble men were inspecting—He heard that was the case, but who exactly was in there, Samuel, was not heard. The man inside was a surprise intruder, maybe even the Calgurio army chief didn’t know.
Having said that, Samuel didn’t care.
Ha ha ha, don’t know any better. Minding your own business will only shorten your life Let go completely and focus on your work.
That’s why he was able to spend a relaxed period of time, but then came a sudden emergency report.
“Excuse me!”
The general officer in charge of the order came in as if he had an urgent matter and did not give it to the soldiers, but came himself, which seemed to be a very important report.
Samuel asked with a soft smile.
“What’s wrong? Is it your country?”
In fact, the report of the Calgurio army chief suffering a miserable defeat had been received, with the ground battle losing most of its strength, but it had little to do with Samuel, and the battle that had already begun was not going to stop until an abort order was given.
With more than a few days to go until the battlefield, it would be useless for Samuel to panic, but it would be better to hope that the abort order would come soon.
The soldiers didn’t know about it yet, and if it leaked out it would affect morale, which would lead to a decrease in combat success, and it was indisputable that Samuel would want to regroup.
Some dismissed this as weakness, but it was something Samuel couldn’t decide alone.
The friendly general, Chief of the Gladim Army, was of this type, the type that Samuel was not very good at.
So Samuel prayed that the report was an order to abort.
But the truth is completely beyond Samuel’s imagination.
“Your Excellency, Marshal, is coming out!”
“What? What?”
Samuel couldn’t help but yelp.
Not even realizing that he was sitting on the boat, Samuel was no ordinary surprise.
A very noble man is His Excellency the “Marshal”! How is that possible…this battle, is it that important!?
Of course, it’s important.
It’s just that, with one of the three legions out, there should be no need for the Marshal to make another appearance.
No, the first thing to think about than this is how to deal with the “marshal”.
“All hands, on your feet! Go forth and salute!”
Samuel immediately stood up to give the order.
The atmosphere of slack was completely blown away and a sense of tension filled the bridge.
The door opened as all stood and saluted.
On display was a stunning beauty, Velgrynd.
The people on the bridge were stunned beyond words by the beauty of Velgrynd.
The marshal, who had never revealed his true self all this time, now stood before him. Before the head could react to that fact, it was first charmed by the beauty of Velgrynd.
Velgrynd, on the other hand, took it for granted.
“Little fools, stop fidgeting and get back to work.”
And gently pointed out.
However, one can’t be careless.
Velgrynd was just being more rational, and she was well aware that the flagship could be ruined if it got ugly here.
Since Emperor Rudra was also aboard this ship, which was the result of Velgrynd’s concerns, these people present should be considered lucky.
“Get back in position! All hands, back to work.”
Following Samuel’s instructions, the sergeants went back to work.
And just like that, the elegant ship trip was over.
What happened next was even more of a continuous surprise to Samuel.
“For the first time, Your Excellency. My name is Samuel. I hope you remember me.”
“Yeah, I’ll think about it if you survive.”
“It is a great honor. I’ll remember your golden words and make every effort.”
“As much as I’d like to encourage you, there’s no time for that, so get to the subject quickly.”
Velgrynd coped with Samuel’s flattery and took her seat in the captain’s chair.
Towards Samuel, who had stepped aside in a panic, gave the order.
“It’s a pain in the ass to repeat it. Get me the Gladim Commander.”
“Yes!”
Samuel gave a look, and the sergeant who had taken his meaning contacted the ship that Gladim was aboard.
Not a moment later, Gladim appeared in the picture.
She’s more beautiful than I thought.
Gladim saw Velgrynd and felt it would be easy to subdue her, so there was some doubt in his mind.
Why, why is it that such a woman is considered stronger than me?
Not a bit of extra fat or muscle, and a body that looks slim and soft, no matter how it looks, seems like nothing to do with being strong. There are ideas that it’s the magic and fighting qi that are important, but it also takes strong flesh to get those things to circle back properly.
‘Just like me’— Gladim boasted of his flesh, and so it was even more so that Velgrynd looked weak.
It’s really just muscle-brain functioning.
Velgrynd, on the other hand, doesn’t think much of Gladim, the strength is real, she just wants to make full use of him as a pawn who can play.
Velgrynd simply returned the words, “No need to be polite,” and then blandly began to give orders, looking at that attitude, simply not taking Gladim at all.
“From now on, ongoing combat missions are abandoned. The new mission is to go ahead and suppress the armed state of Dwargon, anything to ask?”
Samuel and Gladim thought to themselves, ‘Is it finally here?’ They also estimated that the country should be in a state of unprecedented chaos.
Now that the defeat has been suffered, it is necessary to immediately re-establish the battle, since the battle is being fought head-on with the three sides at the same time, so that the judgment now made takes on extra significance.
All it takes is one ring to fail and it will lead to a domain-wide collapse.
However, after a few days, the kingdom of Ingracia was so close that it received an order to abort, and it was only natural that the two would froze.
“Understood. Then return immediately at maximum speed.”
“Huh! Since it was His Excellency’s order, Gladim must have fought with his life to complete it. But you’re too late to judge, and you’ll be held responsible for the failure of the operation.”
Samuel was nervous to take orders, and Gladim was as arrogant as ever.
Gladim, aboard a different warship, could not feel the dominance of Velgrynd through the frame.
Seeing Gladim like this, Samuel had been nervous.
Don’t get me involved!
The heart prayed.
But Velgrynd was completely indifferent.
“Looks like you’ve got the wrong idea.”
Showing a smile spoke to the two.
“Misunderstanding, huh?”
“What misunderstanding? Are you trying to say you’re not wrong?”
Yes, Velgrynd nodded and then began to explain.
“First of all, Samuel, from here to your destination I will lead you, and after that I will continue to give you instructions, so be prepared.”
“Huh?”
“Catch, Gladim. We didn’t lose the battle, it was all in line with the original plan.”
“What a stupid thing to say! It’s too late to think that shirking responsibility will work.”
“What did you say, stupid?”
Velgrynd narrowed his eyes in displeasure and glared at Gladim.
Inwardly, she wondered what to do about it while thinking what a pain in the ass. Then the conclusion was reached that leave it alone.
Gladim does come on strong, but it’s nothing against Velgrynd, it’s easy to break him down, but to do so would be a bit too wasteful.
Most importantly, there’s no time.
It is this that has been extremely fortunate for Gladim.
“Forget it. If you survive, we’ll talk about it later.”
“Talk about what…?”
“Listen, from now on, we’re going to perform the Space-Time Connection and be ready to move immediately. After that, I’ll focus on Veldora, and the kid became more difficult to deal with than one might think, a happy miscalculation, but a bit tricky indeed. Therefore, you are going to suppress the battlefield in my place, and it has been confirmed that there are some people worth waiting for, so as to capture them alive as much as possible, do you understand?”
Ignoring Gladim, who still wanted to continue complaining, Velgrynd got straight to the point.
Velgrynd, who had finished speaking, turned her back on the duo as they prepared to walk to the outer deck of the ship, hitching his hand on the reinforced door.
“Your Excellency! Your Excellency, Marshal, what are you doing? It’s dangerous. Please come back quickly!”
“What? I told you. If we don’t go outside, we won’t be able to use the space-time connection.”
Glancing at Samuel like a fool, he pushed open the door without hesitation, and then Velgrynd flew off into the air just like that.
Why so capricious!? Want to reel us in!?
Samuel felt the terror.
It is an incredibly dangerous act to open the bridge door in high altitude and high speed flight, or else everyone in the ship will be sucked out because of the air pressure difference.
The cold temperatures will rob him of his strength and the lack of oxygen will lead to death.
The same goes for the magical envoys in the ministry.
Samuel anxiously tried to hurry and close the door.
But all his worries were unfounded.
Velgrynd’s use of Space Domination has long since prevented its effects on the ship.
Before Samuel could be surprised, the greatest surprise came at Samuel—no, at all the generals.
Just floating up to the sky is Velgrynd.
And then the next moment…
“Time, space, connection…!”
Ahead of Velgrynd, a huge spatial distortion appeared.
“How could…?”
“Hard, unbelievable. Acknowledgement of spatial vibration. The tremendous, due to the really overpowering shaking of the magical essence, seems to be having an effect on space-time!”
“No, didn’t…that’s what Her Excellency the “Marshal” did…!”
It really is, how.
It is, after all, a phenomenon that is unimaginable and beyond human intelligence.
There’s no way to understand what’s going on, there’s no way anyone can do something like that—
everyone’s running from reality.
However, Samuel perceived.
“The boy…? Her Excellency, “Marshal”, called Veldora ‘the boy’?”
There are few conceivable existences that would call Veldora that.
Could it be!? Could the Marshal’s true face be…
Dare not speak out, Imperial Guardian Dragon. Having always thought she was only guarding the Empire on a whim, Samuel found out that the truth was different.
As if to affirm Samuel’s preconceptions, the floating Velgrynd smiled deeply.
“All right, go work for me.”
It was a voice that would not allow disobedience.
Not only Samuel, but Gladim as well, as if invited by the sweet sound, reversed the airship and headed for the time rift.
The battlefield changed dramatically as a result of Velgrynd’s actions.
And that’s true for the demoness trio that continually fights.
In earnest, Velgrynd showed more than her imagination.
Completely unbroken, relying on her overwhelmingly powerful strength to play with Testarossa and others, not a single bit of her body was allowed to touch.
Not a bit careless, not a bit drained.
Even a mere blow of magic had an incredibly high power. Velgrynd brought out all her strength to carry out a sustained attack, trying to destroy the demoness trio.
Like a mad warrior who has lost her sanity.
She just didn’t turn into her dragon form, but there was no doubt that Velgrynd was serious.
However, Testarossa and the others are still alive.
If it was before Rimuru gave them names, they would have lost flesh and been forced to return to the demon world. The bodies made by Rimuru were further strengthened by the magic of the Primordial.
Thanks to this, they were barely able to withstand the tyranny of Velgrynd.
“It’s amazing. I thought it would end sooner than I thought. It’s more resistant than I thought, and I’m used to close combat.”
These are the sincere words of Velgrynd.
I didn’t expect to use up so much time even though I was using my full strength.
“We will not be defeated. If we make such a disgraceful spectacle, we will be ridiculed by Diablo. That is more humiliating than death.”
“I feel the same way, that guy. He’s got a dark side.”
“Oi, oi, it feels like Diablo would not want to be told that by you. But I agree about the dark side.”
They were lying on the ground, scaly and bruised, but the three’s eyes were still full of energy, not only that, but they also showed a fearless smile.
It is not defeat as long as one does not concede defeat, and that unyielding attitude is better than eloquence.
“Oops, oops, that’s a lot of trouble.”
Velgrynd was just as confused, but the battle was irreversible.
The tricky Demon Lord Rimuru and his subordinates were imprisoned in the ‘Fantasy Fortress’, and they managed to lure Veldora out of the labyrinth.
After that it was just a matter of dominating Veldora as planned.
Velgrynd, who had taken the demoness trio’s wisecracks to heart, had her expression twisted at the words of Testarossa, who stood up.
“It took a lot of time, but I have a good grasp of your ‘parallel existence.’”
Their goal was not to crush Velgrynd, but to stall Velgrynd here, which was the condition for tactical victory, only this condition could not be achieved because of Velgrynd’s secret ‘parallel existence’.
So it was that Testarossa was hoping to at least find the means to break this move.
“Then tell me?”
“Well, you can.”
Testarossa was still smiling gracefully when she was clearly beaten up and bruised all over her body.
This reserved attitude, despite being an enemy, was so admirable to Velgrynd that she was willing to listen to what Testarossa had to say.
Testarossa points out that the ‘parallel existence’ of Velgrynd is by no means invincible and limited.
There is a limit to the number of “otheer bodies” that can be distributed, and if an “other body” is knocked down, there is no way to ensure that it will be harmless.
“To be precise, the physical damage is still zero, but for spiritual beings like us, the consumption of magicules is the real damage. In other words…”
“Our attack wasn’t useless!”
Ultima snatched the words from Testarossa and spoke the conclusion.
Testarossa nodded with a smile, only her eyes weren’t smiling, but instead were fixed on Velgrynd.
Velgrynd sighed in her heart.
That’s why I hated being a rival to “white.”
Testarossa’s accusations hit the bull’s-eye, and in just such a short time, the results were analyzed in the midst of being ravaged by despair.
It was an astonishing insight into combat that Velgrynd had to admire.
“As expected of the primordial white—no, it’s Testarossa. That’s right. It’s commendable.”
I’d love to take them for myself, thought Velgrynd. It would not be worth it to incur their resentment if they were to be resurrected sooner or later even killed.
Unlike some demon lord, there’s really nothing more troublesome than being glued to a “primordial.”
Nor did it matter what mood Velgrynd was in right now, Carrera let loose with a fearless smile.
“Kukuku, Lord Velgrynd is acting too easy, and if Lord Veldora had, he would never have fought us like this.”
Carrera’s words made Velgrynd feel a little irritated.
By the way, what Carrera calls a light fight is something where contempt for an opponent’s fight =
contempt for an opponent without giving it your all. Veldora was well aware of the dangers of the demoness trio and would never let his weaknesses be exposed to them in order to preserve his majesty.
It turned out to be misunderstood in such a good direction that Carrera’s words were not very interesting to Velgrynd.
How could that be interesting?
But somehow Velgrynd found herself somewhat happy, it turned out that the troubled brother, who needed discipline, was now growing up and she was feeling happy as a sister.
This could be a reason that made Velgrynd lose her will to fight.
Just in time too.
After fighting with Veldora, Velgrynd realized that Veldora’s strength was not the same as before, and if she did not use her full strength, Velgrynd would suffer.
Judging by the combination, Velgrynd decided at this moment to stop fighting and let go of the demoness trio who she could take out in an instant if she took out her true skills.
“That’s right. Indeed, as you say, that child has really grown a great deal. It was delightful, but messed with my inability to drain the water. Therefore, we’ll leave the victory or defeat between you to another day.”
Velgrynd unilaterally proclaimed.
What to do—in front of the trio of demonesses who had reacted this way, Velgrynd’s ‘other body’
disappeared, and it happened in a flash, as the three of them could only watch.
The forest is burning.
After the ‘other body’ that Velgrynd had put everywhere had been cancelled and returned to a body that shone with a dazzling red light, it transformed into a dragon form that was wrapped with a true red supreme aura, and the trees burned up due to the after-effects of the red light.
Veldora also took on the stance of a dragon, his domineering aura calling out to the raging winds that ravaged the earth.
The flames wavered and flickered brightly, mirroring Veldora and Velgrynd.
The battle between the two, from now, is on…
Velgrynd turned into her original form and stared at Veldora.
As if to boast of his huge amount of mana, Veldora also showed off his huge body.
It’s really been a long time since the sister and brother met again in such a way.
The encounter with Velgrynd and Emperor Rudra was a long, long time ago. While Veldora was making a fuss all over the place, the Velgrynd of the time was already lurking in the Empire.
Not even going out for a walk, not leaving Rudra’s side at all. It was because of this feeling of inconvenience that the ‘parallel existence’ was created, and it was after Veldora was sealed that this skill was acquired.
The siblings last met another two thousand years ago, on a continent to the southwest.
Remembering that time, it seemed as though Velgrynd was just playfully displaying some power, and Veldora immediately ran away.
But that was all, and the impact was enormous, and the volcanic zone was born out of the energetic impact of the conflict between the “dragon races”.
On that continent, volcanoes continue to be active to this day.
Whew~ Hmm. I’m sure he hasn’t been weakened by the seal, but he feels even stronger than before.
A delightful miscalculation indeed.
The growth of her younger brother was indeed pleasing, except that him not listening to Velgrynd was difficult, but it only took strength to make him obey. Even if this method doesn’t work, one can still rely on the power of Rudra.
As long as Rudra’s power is at his disposal, even the Dragon Race is at his disposal, as evidenced by the fact that even I…I was…wait what was I thinking…?
Velgrynd felt as if something important was coming back to her, and suddenly her mind was full of thoughts. Only now it’s more important to capture Veldora, so her mood switches over first.
While wanting to avoid relying on Rudra as much as possible, if one needs to rely on Rudra, one must also deprive Veldora of resistance before doing so.
Even just a little, to reduce Rudra’s burden.
Rudra is at his limit, so I have to get him relieved quickly.
That’s what Velgrynd really meant, so hopefully, as much as possible, they don’t rely on Rudra to tame Veldora.
For no other reason than that it should have been so.
Velgrynd had the odds in her mind.
The amount of mana in Veldora was huge, but there was a complete lack of mastery in using it, which is why Veldora didn’t look very dangerous to her to begin with.
The offense and defense was wonderful, but it was only because of the control of the power that he became able to fight against her, and if the full power is liberated, the control cannot be won, but only the brute force attack. No matter how massive the power is, it’s meaningless if it can’t be used skillfully.
When he becomes a companion, I’ll have to teach him a little.
While keeping the status quo like this is good enough to be an ace, Velgrynd still intends to work out Veldora again if he wants to fight her. But now, there was still the point of taking advantage of the immaturity of Veldora, who relied on brute force, to decide victory or defeat in one breath.
So the board will move in one breath.
The long-sustained game is nearing its end.
The victory of Velgrynd and Emperor Rudra was close at hand, starting with the capture of Veldora.
With Veldora’s assistance, it would be a good time to win or lose, to attack in a single breath, to end this long-running game, and in that case, Veldora would be free.
With these thoughts, Velgrynd flew towards Veldora.
The fight was over-the-top from the start.
The first to take action was Velgrynd.
Nor does it prevent a backlash, releasing scorching spit.
From the dragon’s mouth, a slender, super-hot hot wire with that intense power attacked Veldora at tens of times the speed of sound like a nightmare.
Veldora avoids the attack.
Normally, Veldora could make the Fire Flame attack ineffective with the ”Heat Cancellation”, but Veldora panicked and dodged the Hotline attack.
“Oh, I didn’t think I’d choose to avoid it. I thought you’d end it with one move like you did before.
You’ve finally seen the essence of your skills.”
“Kuahahaha! Sister’s exhalation has given you the effect of “accelerated destruction promotion”, right?
If I get a direct hit, my magic will go into a frenzy, and if I do, my power will be reduced to suppress the frenzy.”
Veldora replied with a smile.
Indeed, Velgrynd’s attack had a special attack effect, the ultimate power of ‘Accelerated Destruction Promotion’.
Through this power to accelerate all phenomena, to increase the destructive effect, and not only that, but also to accelerate the life activity of objects.
Even spiritual beings could not resist this power, and even if they were spared from mere destruction, they would definitely be affected by the energy storm.
Veldora sensed this intuitively and chose to hold back.
And his actions were verified by Veldora’s ‘Analytical Appraisal’ of the ‘King of Investigation’, so that Veldora could confidently answer his sister Velgrynd.
“Hey…I’m really glad that I’ve seen so much, I’ve really grown.”
Veldora’s correct answer gave Velgrynd a sense of crisis.
What is in front of her is not the foolish brother who can only fool around, but an opponent who needs a proper evaluation.
To be able to see through one’s own power correctly means that Veldora has an ultimate skill.
“The True Dragon Seed’s attacks are usually powerful enough to reach the ultimate skill, but with the management of the ultimate skills, the danger level will rise by many levels.”
Velgrynd was overjoyed.
Congratulations on the growth of her uninjured brother.
But at the same time, she was vigilant.
Growing up enough to threaten even her, Veldora has the potential to affect Rudra’s plans.
It was a bit unexpected that she might even be defeated if he kept on like this, not to mention dominating, but growing up to this point.
Thinking about it, Velgrynd, who was faltering a bit, had her turn to pull out the trigger this time.
“Thinking about things on the battlefield, sister? It’s called carelessness!”
While talking, he let out the Thundercloud Roar, a move formed by repeatedly releasing storm magic, a must-kill technique for Veldora.
The attack hit Velgrynd directly—but the power was scattered without doing much damage.
“I see. It seems that you have really acquired the ultimate skill. I commend you from the bottom of my heart, Veldora!”
“I’m still so scared that I was deliberately hit by an attack to confirm it.”
“Isn’t there nothing we can do about it? Because it’s necessary to measure how much of a threat your power really is.”
“So, has my ultimate skill, the King of Investigation, passed?”
It seems to be the ultimate skill of the analysis system. Although it doesn’t increase the power of the attack, it can correct the hit rate. Your control of magic has improved thanks to the power of the ‘King of Investigation’, right?”
“Kuahahaha! That’s right, since I have more magicules than my sister, so there’s no need to add more power, as long as I can hit it, it’s enough.”
Hearing Veldora’s reply, Velgrynd flashed a smile.
Then, the response goes.
“You’ve become smarter than I thought. You have something I don’t have. That’s why I want you to join me as an ace.”
“Eh? I always feel an itch on my back when I’m praised by my sister…”
Veldora, though still playful, also sensed that Velgrynd’s aura had changed.
In other words…
“You must be rewarded for your growth. Let me show you what I can do.”
“Well, then you don’t have to…”
“I’ll use the full power of the ultimate ‘King of Charity’ to be your opponent!”
Veldora’s words did not reach Velgrynd.
It would be ridiculous to lose a battle because you can’t make a move.
Even after the intense offense and defense, neither took much damage, so Velgrynd decided to go all out on Veldora.
Even doing so Veldora would not die, Velgrynd was sure.
Countless magical arrays appeared around Velgrynd, and that was magic that was unleashed simultaneously through a portion of the ‘other body’.
“Eat this!”
Eleven Rays of Light—Nuclear Strike Magic: Thermal Beam Cannon Attack was used on Veldora.
After a moment’s judgment, Veldora decided to neutralize it with the magic barrier, because the amount of light was a bit too much to avoid, and there was another reason why he didn’t pay attention to it because he thought it was just pure magic, which caused him to be a bit late in responding.
The reason why the magic barrier was opened was because Veldora sensed the danger of the thermal beam cannon.
“Crunch!”
Veldora felt a violent pain.
Neutralizing Velgrynd’s magic failed and was shot.
“Gee, you’ve gotten wiser. I’m a little impressed that you’ve only been hurt like this.”
I didn’t think that even magic had given me the power of an ultimate skill…If I’m completely trapped, even I’m not safe.
“I was going to end it with this, so you can be proud.”
“Kuahahaha, I appreciate your offer, but forgive me if I decline. I’ll be proud, and also wait until I have beaten you before being fully proud!”
As if to strike back, Veldora unleashed the storm magic: “Mists of Darkness and Destruction”, and the gourd dipper also gave it the ultimate skill, successfully blowing Velgrynd away.
“Kuahahaha! How about that, sister? When you’ve had it, you can just shake hands and make peace…”
“Don’t be so proud! I see you’ve pissed me off.”
“Hey!? Uh, wait…”
Already not wanting to say more, Velgrynd was angry. Veldora’s attack had inflicted damage on her, and understanding that fact the instant Veldora’s reason flew away.
In order to reclaim her dignity as a sister, Velgrynd attacked again.
Giving birth to ten heads and spitting out eleven more scorching spits at Veldora, while performing a spatial shift, occupying a position above Veldora.
Avoiding the plural spitting Veldora, waiting for him to come back to find that he was already in an unfavorable situation, he looked up at Velgrynd from the bottom, forming a confrontation.
Veldora couldn’t help but feel admiration for the walk and at the same time cheerful for sensing that Velgrynd was serious.
Kuahahahaha! It’s so nice to see that someone who used to be completely incapable of being an opponent is now able to fight like this, thanks to Rimuru’s cultivation.
Veldora still had the pleasure of being unhurried, pleasure is pleasure, and still had the understanding that he was in danger.
Veldora pondered how to get out of it.
Velgrynd, on the other side, was in a comfortable mood for pushing Veldora to within must-kill distance, and as long as she was within that range, she was certain that Veldora would never be able to escape.
“Let it end here, Veldora. Sure enough, you can’t escape from my hands!”
After the Velgrynd proclamation, a scorching rain of vomit came down from the sky.
The scorching rain descended without a gap, forming a pillar of inflammation that connected the heavens and the earth.
Looking from the periphery, it was like a cage made of fire.
In the middle Veldora, anxiously danced back and forth.
He was by no means playing around, but was all pre-judging the direction of the attack and dodging.
It was the same old hyper-speed attack, but Veldora didn’t feel like he could keep up yet, trusting his instincts and letting his massive frame fly back and forth.
As a result, despite being trapped in a flaming cage, he didn’t take a single direct hit.
“Kuahahahaha! It’s nothing as long as you don’t hit me!”
Veldora shouted excitedly the lines he had seen in the sacred texts (manga).
In contrast, Velgrynd smacked her tongue in displeasure.
Indeed, not even a single shot missed was a miscalculation on the part of Velgrynd, or one has to say a bit of an underestimation of Veldora.
But…
My attack, it’s only now official!
The state of absolute dominance remains.
Velgrynd is ready to strike with a jab.
“It is indeed admirable to see through my attacks to such an extent. As a bonus, I’ll send a big hug! A scorching embrace!”
There was a purpose to why Velgrynd had taken the position over Veldora.
Below was the earth, for Veldora dodged the scorching spit, and the ground had become a boiling, scorching lava.
The flying lava droplets harbored a horrible heat.
What would happen if a further attack was attached to this scorching hell?
“Wait—wait a minute, sis!”
It was too late to hurry any longer when sensing that intention, and Veldora had been caught up in Velgrynd’s spell from the start.
Withstanding Velgrynd’s excessive attacks caused the ground to boil and even become gas, and the ultra-high temperatures caused the gasified lava to surround Veldora.
Those were tiny droplets of Velgrynd’s power, the “scorching red lava”, coming from the bottom up like rain.
The “True Red Cage” that captured Veldora was completed at this moment.
***
The essence of Velgrynd’s ultimate power, the King of Charity, is “charity”—that is, “support”—and
“enhancement” is its true essence, and for Velgrynd, whose essence is “acceleration”, there is no higher power than the multiplying effect this brings.
What if the power of Velgrynd was surrounded by the True Red Cage like this?
The amount of movement of the object is greatly increased, and the heat is also greatly increased, and it is only natural that the “scorching red lava” will turn into gas when the temperature reaches 2,000 degrees or even tens of thousands of degrees.
Thus was generated the scorching prison, but its true essence was more than that.
Velgrynd’s support effect can be increased indefinitely regardless of the upper limit, i.e., if it is only increased appropriately, support enhancement can be obtained, and if it is given an excessive increase, it becomes a burden.
The negative effect caused will promote the other party’s physical exertion, and the effect can even be increased to the point where the other party is burned out by the heat generated by her body.
The ultimate skill, the “King of Charity”—the power to operate all energies freely.
As if to embrace Veldora, Red Rain gently made a wrapping, and those trapped by the scorching embrace could only give Velgrynd the right to live or die.
Even if the object is a “dragon species” the result is the same.
There is no place to escape as long as one is captured by a cage.
Convinced of her victory, Velgrynd prepared to make a final exhortation to Veldora, but her movements came to an abrupt halt.
The scent of Veldora that should have been captured disappeared.
What’s going on!?
Velgrynd was in a rare state of anxiety.
At this point, she sensed the scent behind her and hurriedly turned around in a panic.
“Kuahahahaha! Didn’t I just say that? It’s nothing as long as it doesn’t hit!”
Trumpeting the victory was the human-turned Veldora.
His high, loud laughter was extraordinarily piercing to Velgrynd’s ears.
It was in this moment that Velgrynd really saw Veldora as a threat.
On the other hand, Veldora was not so relaxed when he laughed and irritated the other.
After calming down and thinking about it, Veldora, who was angry because his clothes were burned, felt that there was still a big difference in strength between him and his sister, and knew that the chances of winning a serious battle were slim, so he kept up his guard from the start.
That’s the learned Hinata way of fighting.
While taking care not to get mortally wounded, launch an attack aimed at your opponent’s break, and then, when you find that the attack can work, attack continuously.
In fighting Hinata, one’s own habits seem to be seen through by the other. He overwhelms Hinata with a gap in strength while fighting on the 100th floor of the underground, but is hit hard when she travels back in time to take on the form of Chronoa “The Hero”.
It’s no wonder that she was so familiar with my movement habits even though it was obviously my first fight with here!
It was a foul—Veldora thought so, but even if he said it out loud, he would only be called a sore loser by his opponent, and he felt irritated at the look of smugness on Hinata’s face, but a defeat is a defeat.
Veldora honestly introspects and then begins to learn the art of fighting against an opponent who is stronger than himself.
Not only that, but what was learned was cunning in mock battles with demons.
When you can’t beat an opponent by strength, as long as the opponent is more fatigued than yourself it is a victory, this is the battle between spiritual beings, Veldora learned this.
This is a perspective that has not been attempted before.
By observing Rimuru’s life, an interest in all sorts of things emerged.
The originally inquisitive Veldora’s horizons were opened up and he learned to think in ways that were completely absent in the past, which seemed to have a benign effect on Veldora and played a role in Veldora’s growth.
The fruits of learning played a role in this battle with Velgrynd, the so-called no-defeat fighting style that Veldora tried to practice.
And that’s what prompted Velgrynd to launch the scorching embrace…
“True Red Cage” is a must-kill skill at first sight.
Having been captured, Velgrynd was certain of victory.
Veldora was desperate enough to avoid the scorching spit alone, not seeing that it was a trap, but the
‘Danger Foreknowledge’ of the ‘King of Investigation’ was unleashed.
In order not to be careless on any occasion and to be on the alert to keep on going, it was with this blessing that Veldora was saved from the crisis.
Never in the past had a warning of maximums made Veldora feel that something was not quite right. To keep running like this would be to lose, to feel a wicked chill and to have him convinced. However, even in the panic of trying to cope with the situation, they do not know what is going to happen.
Just then, the “scorching red lava” erupted, and upon seeing this, Veldora saw through Velgrynd’s thoughts.
But at this stage, it’s still hard to deal with these things, and at first glance, you can’t blow them away with the Mists of Destruction.
This area was already under the influence of Velgrynd’s ‘space domination’, and it was impossible to escape with ‘space transfer’.
Crap!
Just as Veldora was thinking this, the moment of the ‘King of Investigation’ came to an optimal understanding.
As long as the Scorching Red Lava was boarding Velgrynd’s mind, it would be dangerous to touch it, and it would not be easy to escape from the foggy attack, but even if the huge body could not, it was possible to use a human’s stance.
Despite having to shed defenses, after all, the future was seen escaping through the cracks.
Even so, the success rate of escape is only half.
If the timing is right, it’s a success, if it fails, there will be no next time. While Veldora was dazed, there came the apocalypse that would absolutely succeed.
He didn’t realize that the ‘King of Investigation’s’ ‘Operation Probability’ had been activated.
The so-called “probabilistic operation” is the power to manipulate a phenomenon in a direction that is favorable to one’s self, according to one’s own situation, against an object that is equal to or weaker than one’s self.
This point surprised Veldora.
In other words, if the success rate is doubled, in this case, half of the success rate can be escaped, then doubling the success rate is a sure thing.
Is it such a coincidence? Half-believing, Veldora warily transformed into a human stance in an attempt to escape the cage, not expecting to succeed all at once.
And just like that, Veldora was out of the crisis.
***
Velgrynd threw away all of her composure so far and stared closely at Veldora, who was laughing loudly.
The younger brother in need of discipline, who had always been thought of as inferior to her, that Veldora, had somehow grown to this extent.
The idea of letting brute force run amok is a big misunderstanding.
Veldora is brilliantly alive with the ability to match Velgrynd’s ultimate skills, and surprisingly, escapes from an absolutely impossible situation to reverse.
There is also talk of teaching Veldora that there should be a measure of pride and conceit.
It has to be admitted.
Veldora was now on the same level as herself.
Velgrynd endorsed Veldora and confronted him as an enemy above equal.
If one calmly analyzed the situation, one could actually see that Velgrynd was at a disadvantage because her Ao-Yi had just been broken.
The little gimmick will be dodged and it will be hard to give him mortal wounds.
That being the case, there is only the option of consuming Veldora and then relying on Rudra to unleash his kingship.
Thinking about it, Velgrynd changed her tactics and became more deliberate in her actions.
“Oh, yeah? Looks like I’ve got your approval.”
As if sensing Velgrynd’s thoughts, Veldora turned into a dragon with a playful gesture.
It would have been quite irritating, but somehow Velgrynd was happy.
Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever played with this kid…
And to think of such things.
Velgrynd couldn’t help but smile and reply.
“Well, yeah, I approve of you, you’ve been able to hold your own. So, ah, Veldora, if it is thoughtful to disobey me, there will be no more forgiveness.”
Velgrynd acted as if she was going to say it to herself, so declared to.
Looking at the sister whose atmosphere had changed, Veldora also sensed a sense of crisis, but couldn’t nod his head here.
“Kuahahaha! Then I’ll lay down my life!”
I’m finally getting used to using the ultimate skill that I haven’t used much for a long time.
Despite being forced into a bitter fight as Velgrynd’s opponent, it was enough to make a confrontation as long as that force was present.
So Veldora felt it was his turn to strike this time.
Although he can’t use ‘Parallel Existence’ like Velgrynd, Veldora also hides one of the only First Sight Must Kill skills.
This skill was only told to Rimuru, and was called the Harvest Storm Attack, and the skill was created after consulting with him.
Even that Rimuru was in admiration, so there was no way it wouldn’t work on sister!
Veldora was full of confidence.
As far as Veldora knew, there was no one in the world more cunning than Rimuru.
I’ve been thinking to myself that I’m lucky Rimuru is a companion.
This skill is certified by the authority of Rimuru.
Now, Veldora unceremoniously freed the Harvest Storm Attack.
A thundercloud roar was released from Veldora’s mouth, its tyranny interfering with space and turning into an unseen light flying haphazardly.
Velgrynd, of course, would only respond to extremely dangerous attacks, something like Interfering Wave had no effect at all and was never put out of sight in the first place.
But it’s that that’s the catch.
Meaningless fluctuations can be unimaginably destructive when they are in poor plural, just as acoustic weapons, which alone pose little threat, are too late to detect.
Velgrynd was no exception, looking to miss the Harvest Storm attack. It was only when the whole body was pervaded by pain that one understood that one had fallen into the Veldora’s spell.
“Goo—! I can’t believe I’m…feeling pain? Veldora, what did you just do!?”
“Kuahahahahah! It’s my self-created “Harvest Storm Attack”, which I’m very confident in.”
Veldora said triumphantly.
Getting the results as expected and getting overjoyed.
Although he knew it hadn’t caused any fatal injuries, it had never been possible to get such an advantage over his sister, so Veldora couldn’t help but want to show off.
But…
“You’re a real dumbass. That’s why you’re not good enough.”
Veldora felt a fierce pain that he had never felt before.
The one trumpeting the victory was Velgrynd.
The moment Velgrynd recognized Veldora, the duel was abandoned, and the winning direction was no longer meaningful, but the full force of the fight was driving the success.
So worked hard to keep Veldora unnoticed, quietly approaching the Emperor’s flagship flying airship.
On board the flagship was Lieutenant Kondo, who was fully prepared.
Kondo unleashed the strongest aura towards Veldora, following Veldora’s ”Chanting Words’
instructions.
And then…
That one blow, even a god could be destroyed.
Kondo can only fire one bullet a day, called the “Kamikaze Bullet”, which is the strongest bullet born from the power of the “King of Execution,” a large southern-style automatic pistol that has been sublimated to mythical levels.
The Domination Spell Bomb was completely incomparable to this bullet, and as far as Kondo knew, there were no people who ate this move and remained unscathed. Even Velgrynd’s ‘’other body” could be buried, and even Veldora could not remain unharmed.
All as expected by Velgrynd’s plan.
The initial speed is extremely close to the speed of light, and it can penetrate all kinds of “defense barriers” to reach the target.
Veldora, who had been careless, had no strength left to resist the “god-extinguishing bomb.”
Being hit by such a projectile, even his own existence was threatened.
Veldora was in chaos.
Sister, you actually borrowed a third person’s hand!?
Veldora was a bit forgetful because he felt he could win over his sister, so he got caught in the breach and fell for his sister’s plan.
However…
It’s shocking that the self-respecting and arrogant sister should give up the duel. While understanding that it was a condition to prioritize victory, it always felt too unlike Sister.
As important as this is, the more important issue right now is the state of himself.
Oops!
A strong alarm sounded inside Veldora’s head, and being a spiritual being, Veldora was abnormal enough to be able to feel the pain alone.
As the strongest True Dragon Race is in a life crisis, it’s only natural that Veldora would be anxious in the face of this incredible fact.
If it had been a head-on strike, it might have been possible to resist even if he couldn’t avoid it, but now as he was completely caught off guard, Veldora had no solution.
Ouch, that’s a headache. This time it’s better to admit defeat honestly and wait for the next time we meet to get revenge. Let’s see, let’s get in touch with Rimuru first…
All caught up in this state, Veldora still retained some submissiveness. The reason why, is because there is a “Soul Corridor” between him and Rimuru, which can be revived later.
As long as Rimuru was alive, Veldora was indestructible, so there was absolutely no need to panic.
It should have been so, but instead things started going in the worst possible direction.
“The King’s Power Unleashed”
It wasn’t noticed because it was only watching Kondo, and there was actually a well-dressed man on board the airship.
…Masayuki? Uh, no. Mhm!? Wait, give me a minute! What’s this!? Oops, this really sucks!!!
By the time he found out, it was too late.
The man, Emperor Rudra, was about to seize the spiritual will of Veldora.
With all the bruises and wounds from being hit by the the exterminating bullet, it was really over for Veldora.
But there was one thing that Veldora couldn’t stand either way.
…it doesn’t matter if it’s just me, but if it goes on like this, my friend Rimuru will also be affected, and only that will not be allowed!
Rudra’s domination is far more powerful than imagined, and if it continues to be left unchecked, it will obviously affect Rimuru through the Soul Corridor.
‘This will never be allowed’—Veldora thought to himself.
Thus, the Soul Corridor was cut off on his own accord.
“This this is good. After that it’s up to you, Rimuru…”
With those last words, Veldora’s consciousness plunged into darkness.
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