Crisis(7)
The demon king’s life touches my skin. His eyes flashed as if he wanted to pierce my skin and drink blood at any moment.
Truly the master of magic.
live like a devil
I controlled my breathing in front of that living. Breathing is essential in battle. No matter how skilled you are, if your breathing is disturbed, you will not be able to bring out your original strength.
The battle with the Demon King was even more so.
I looked directly at the Demon King. It was astonishing to see them taking the body of Deron and pulling out the magic.
If it wasn’t for the person I had to deal with, I would have been amazed.
True to the title of king, the demon king looks at me with an arrogant expression. Seeing you do that with my face, I want to hit you right away, but I can’t.
My body is aware of it.
If you go in now, you will die.
thump.
The demon king slowly walked towards me and opened his mouth.
“Didn’t you say that you would kill me?”
“… … .”
“You’re so defenseless, why don’t you come in? Was it all bluff?”
It’s like a provocation. I listened to the demon king with one ear and let it out through the other.
I’ll tell you with my own mouth that I’m defenseless. It’s like someone who calls himself a lie. If I had gone in, I would have been hit by the rain of a sword made of magic and I would have died.
I saw it, so I didn’t go in.
The Demon King also had a satisfied expression on whether he was aware of that fact.
“You have the right to argue your name in front of me.”
I looked at the Demon King for a moment and then slowly opened my mouth. He provoked me too, so I have to do it too.
“Too many words.”
“What?”
“Did the title of Demon King come from the mouth? If that was the case, I would rather have played the Demon King.”
After hearing my words, the Demon King was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
“Ahhhh!”
The sound of laughter that had continued for a while ceases, and the atmosphere around them changes.
The demon sword in the hand of the demon king begins to eat the darkness around him. The darkness was infinite, enough to satisfy the hunger of the demon sword.
Magical energy poured out explosively from the demon sword that devoured the darkness. It was the same momentum I had in my heart.
The demon king groaned briefly while wearing a magic device that seemed to rip my blood apart at any moment.
“Goes.”
As soon as those words were finished, the demon king’s footprints fell from the ground.
It was so fast that it disappeared from sight for a moment. Even if he had mana in his eyes, there was no way he could see such speed.
But it wasn’t just my eyes that I could feel the Demon King.
Kaga! Kang!
The dark sword blade swept Aarondite’s sword face and slammed the ground.
My hands were trembling. Despite the fact that the aarondite was lifted diagonally and spilled, it lacks strength. It was due to the absence of the left arm.
I clenched my teeth and swung it towards the Demon King’s wrist in that posture.
Originally, it was a posture where no power would come out properly, but the power that reached the end of a human and a higher-ranking auror simply cut off the demon lord’s wrist.
tuk.
A demon sword that lays on the ground along with the Demon King’s wrist.
I hit the raised sword once more. It was to take the Demon King’s head. A purple aura flew towards his head.
“It doesn’t work.”
The attack was blocked by the dagger created by the Demon King.
The demon king, who blocked the attack, widened the distance for a moment and looked at the severed wrist.
There was no blood from his wrist. However, the magic is slowly leaking out. It was a human body, but it didn’t feel like a human.
It was just looking at it.
“Until playback?”
“It’s kind of a demon king, but if there’s no regeneration, I’m sorry.”
The Demon King smiled brightly and recovered his severed wrist.
The fact that he regenerates when cut off, and I can’t.
That fact alone changes the atmosphere of the battle. Even though I had an overwhelming advantage in the battle a while ago.
I frowned. The Demon King deliberately showed me the ability to regenerate. To show the gap with me.
It’s hopeless indeed.
It continues to recover even if it is cut, and even a small cut is fatal to me.
Well, isn’t this a boss that was made to not be cleared?
The Demon King smiled and spread his arms to both sides.
“Deron. What would you do? Your talents and skills are phenomenal. It is a skill that even I, who has lived for a long time, cannot dare to touch. It is truly a swordsmanship that is close to divine.”
The demon king, who had even regained his sword, burned his magic again.
“But that’s all. After all, you are a human being, and there are limits to what your mortal body can do.”
The Demon King laughed at me. It was an obvious provocation.
I asked the Demon King if he got that title with his mouth, but that’s what combat was all about.
At the point where even just one breath can win, the mental state could be a big fork.
So it’s an attack. Because there is nothing easier to deal with than an excited opponent.
Of course, knowing that, I was not at all excited.
Even if the body was hot, the head was always cold. My head was always cold except when I was drunk.
I had to think so myself.
I looked around the demon king’s head. It had nothing to do with my head.
It was the head of the same Deron Phylasia.
‘But the Demon King avoided it.’
The Demon King, who didn’t mind even having his wrist cut off, avoided the blow to the head. In this case, you have two options.
“It’s either a trap or a real vital point.”
I muttered a little and looked forward. The Demon King is still arrogantly raising the corners of his mouth. It’s a sight you don’t want to see.
Apart from the fact that he is the Demon King, he is an opponent he never wants to lose.
I calculated the probability that it was really a vital point. The answer did not come easily.
“What are you thinking about!”
Before I even got the answer, the demon king rushed to me.
Its demon sword flies towards my head. He bowed his head slightly to avoid it and drew his wrist again.
“Because I’m not a hogu who gets hit twice.”
A dark mage emanates from his wrist. As he cuts it instead, the Demon King’s wrist is still intact. I clenched my tongue and drew my sword.
Kang. Kaang!
The sword came and went three or four times in an instant. Speed and power are superior to that one. My side has the upper hand when it comes to skills and swordsmanship.
The demon king’s vital point is still invisible. Even if he accidentally cut off his stomach or legs, he regenerated quickly.
On the other hand.
dripping, dripping.
There was blood on my thighs. It was because of the demon king’s sword.
I glanced at the wound and grimaced.
I don’t think the wound will heal. Originally, the regeneration of the body could be increased to a certain extent through mana, so wounds like this would be able to heal over time.
It’s the sword’s fault
so sure There are no remnants of magic left, but the curse cannot be seen with my own eyes. She needed the help of St. Rebecca, but Rebecca was not here.
That means.
‘It means you have to keep getting hurt.’
Blood continues to flow even in the aftermath. The more the blood escapes, the more tired the mind becomes, and eventually death.
That fact made me decide.
“Is it gambling after all?”
A little while ago, the guy has only been covering his head. It’s like having your head pierced and something big will happen.
It is highly probable that it is a trap. There is no way the Demon King, who is known for being too intentional and, above all, clever, can show his vital points so easily.
But I had to.
The trembling of his legs had not stopped before. The wound on his hand was also getting worse. It was because he held the sword for too long.
In addition, Arondite’s condition was not good. In fact, a black line was drawn on the pure white sword body. It was being broken.
‘It’s not broken, damn it.’
I cursed Lancelot inside and cursed the one who wrote the hasty legend. But that too was only for a moment. There wasn’t much time allotted for that.
[2 minutes 26 seconds]
The reaper was hanging my neck on a sickle. If he didn’t kill the Demon King, it was clear that his soul would be collected.
I glanced at the hand holding the sword.
Since there was no left arm, the right arm had to catch all of the demon king’s swords. Even with the help of mana, there is a limit.
My arms started creaking. There was not much left to wield the sword now.
‘At least twice.’
After you wield it all, your bones will break.
could be sure Circumstances were eventually driving him to gamble. I smirked at the pitiful fate.
“Are you sincere?”
asked the Demon King.
“No, I thought I would win.”
“Crazy.”
The demon king raised his sword as he clicked his tongue. I moved my sword desperately as I watched the Magi rushing in, ready to rip my body to shreds.
thud!
I kicked my feet hard. drain the power The best defense I can do right now. Aarondite cried out briefly as if he knew his own fate.
‘Without using my power to the fullest.’
Use the power of the Demon King.
A demon king who wields a sword at me. His breathing, footsteps, sword attack, everything is clear.
With the Aarondite, I slightly deflected the demon sword so that it did not touch my body, and with that recoil, it turned toward the demon king’s head.
Whoops!
Insert aarondite.
Whoa!
Arondite was shattered before it even pierced the Demon King’s head. The pure white sword is buried in darkness. I gasped and looked up.
The Demon King grimaced and pulled out the fragments of Arondite.
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At the same time, my eyes closed.
desperately.
**
The Demon King looked down at Deron in full rage. He had already lost consciousness. Even though it was his own mental space.
Basically he was an intruder. It only broke through with the power of the demon king and the demon sword, but the subject of the space was Deron.
It was fortunate that Deron did not notice that fact.
He could cheat because he didn’t notice. In one’s own space, the body is formed as the mind believes.
In other words, his left arm was as if it had detached itself.
‘If I had noticed that… .’
The Demon King stroked his face without realizing it. It was the place where the fragments of Aarondite were embedded.
If Deron’s left arm had been there, the fragments of Arondite would have entered deeper. And the demon king’s vital points must have been cut too.
No, he may have died before then. The Demon King kicked the body of Deron, who had lost consciousness once, and went outside.
It was to organize the women of Deron outside. He was going to keep the promise he had made to Deron.
Because of that thought, the Demon King did not notice the silver spirit approaching Deron’s corpse.
It was hope.