Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken (LN) - Volume 15 Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Truth of the Emperor

Damrada is inside one of the eight gates.

Thinking about why things are the way they are.

………..

……..

…

The status quo is dire.

Yuuki fell into the hands of Emperor Rudra, and his companions were similarly deprived of their freedom. Since Rudra ordered them to be taken care of, the position of Damrada could not be defied.

Now, from Rudra came other orders.

After handing over the responsibility of taking care of Yuuki to someone else, he boarded the Emperor’s flagship.

And then the air showdown began.

The real “Marshal” is Velgrynd, and only the first six people in the sequence are informed of this.

It cannot be outsourced.

This is an absolute order, and for Damrada, who is often required to leave the country, such important secrets even require a memory operation.

Yes, I made a pact with the lord, that’s—

Seeing the gesture that “Marshal” Velgrynd had changed into, Damrada remembered the incident. In the meantime, all sorts of memories have clearly revived.

The most important pact with Rudra is still remembered, but the reason for making it cannot be remembered.

So, what to do…?

There’s no time to fret.

The Demon Lord Rimuru, seen not too long ago, seemed so kind that he didn’t feel like much of a threat. He had thought that after Rimuru had been captured by the foreign space created by Velgrynd, he should have been unable to hinder Veldora’s capture battle.

Indeed, success dominated Veldora, and the situation thus began to turn in Rudra’s favor.

But none of those things mattered to Damrada.

Not only that, but for Rudra as well…

Thoughts began to clear up like clouds turning to light, and Damrada pondered what would be best for Rudra.

However, before he could come up with an answer, Demon Lord Rimuru made his move.

With a fury like never seen before.

Why would one think he wouldn’t pose a threat? Damrada simply wanted to question himself.

Judging by the fact of breaking free of the seal of Velgrynd, there was no doubt that it was fraught with threats.

But there is more to it than that.

From the moment he saw Rimuru appear, Damrada realized that he was still too naive in his opinion.

Rimuru glanced at Damrada with his eyes that glittered with golden light, a look that was unmistakably cold, almost as if there was no need to see Damrada and others as enemies.

Kondo responded immediately, but the attack didn’t work.

‘—Is that all? Then there would be no need for vigilance at all. Put off the treatment of you, fear not, and don’t be killed before I am your opponent—’

Rimuru’s eyes looked like they were talking.

Could it be that to Rimuru, Damrada and the others have been treated as if they were dead? Even Emperor Rudra was no exception, and Damrada couldn’t help but feel that everyone would be killed if this continued.

What are the conditions for tactical victory in these situations for Rimuru?

The needs to meet both of these conditions.

I. Reclaiming Veldora.

II. Elimination of the aggressor.

Veldora is an ally of Demon Lord Rimuru, and taking away the free will to be Veldora is something that Rimuru would never approve of.

Having come to this place means having made the consciousness of having Velgrynd as an opponent.

The direction of this win is an unknown in Damrada’s eyes.

An unattainable pinnacle matchup is not something that Damrada can extrapolate.

Next, it was about eliminating the invaders.

He had heard that Rimuru was a pacifist, but must not mistake that for non-resistanceism. The few invasions that have occurred in the past have all been repelled.

It’s not a very good technique.

With the assistance of Veldora, the Land of Monsters won back-to-back battles.

The Empire’s aggression was something that Rimuru would never tolerate.

The time for bargaining is over, and it is conceivable that the only remaining recourse is to massacre all the Imperial soldiers.

At this point, there is no point in talking about strategic strategy, only fighting to the last option.

There was no wartime agreement between the two, and even surrender was no guarantee that they would be spared.

The empire had set a trap, and had lost its credibility, and all the windows of negotiation had been closed.

I should have been more serious about stopping His Majesty.

Damrada was equally proud of the Empire’s war power.

Excessive faith in one’s own strength, thinking that one will not encounter defeat, can arbitrarily determine the terms of victory.

Show the enemy the majesty of the empire, defeat the enemy completely, lose the will to rebel before annexing it. Make a big blood change in the leadership, or turn the current leadership into puppets who can do whatever they want as long as they win the war. The Empire has always expanded in this way, but this time there was a major miscalculation.

Even Emperor Rudra could not guarantee that there would be no problems if the forces of the evenly matched opponents clashed with each other.

It was only natural that Damrada would feel melancholy.

That said, what really bothers Damrada is still about his own pact with Rudra.

Rimuru no doubt intends to kill Rudra.

What bothers Damrada is how he should act if things turn out that way.

For Damrada, there was a desire to keep his pact with Rudra no matter what, but that was ultimately because Damrada wanted to do it with his own hands.

However, it’s hard to win with Rimuru as an opponent…

Damrada’s war analysis of the battle.

The flagship was wrapped in horrible magic, and those who survived guarded the eight gates.

Can this be called a toss-up or not?

Damrada could only think that they themselves had made an extremely outrageous mistake.

………..

……..

…

And then, now.

“Long time no see?”

In front of Damrada’s eyes was a pleasantly smiling maiden.

This maiden, who exudes fearsome power, is truly the strongest corner of the world, one of the seven pillars of demons, the “primordials.”

Her “name” is Ultima, a subordinate of the Demon Lord Rimuru.

“Not only to make the primordial his own men, but to give them strength…”

Up close, it’s even scarier.

The terror of the Blessing of the Dead, both the precision and the prowess became so over the top that it was enough to show that the demons had indeed evolved.

Ignoring the spying on him by outsiders, Rimuru unreasonably opened the huge demon summoning door and then acted like something to the summoned minions.

The Empire didn’t have time to look into the matter, but Ultima told him the answer.

Ultima laughed out happily.

“Ahahahaha, did you really notice that? Yes, Lord Rimuru has given us strength, and now we’re in great shape!”

Contrary to the very happy Ultima, the words seemed like a nightmare to Damrada.

Granting the power to a Primordial—although one could have expected it, it was not something that an ordinary demon lord could do.

Even that Guy Crimson, the “primordials” amongst his men, did not evolve. Thinking this way, one could understand how abnormal what Demon Lord Rimuru had done was.

Even so, Damrada had no intention of losing. In order to fulfill the pact with Rudra, it was necessary to go all out to challenge this demon named Ultima.

“I don’t always aim for the most reasonable path, even if I choose a thorny path, as long as the result achieves my goal.”

Damrada stopped agonizing.

Even after seeing Ultima, who had displayed overwhelming strength, she still posed without fear.

“Well, it’s time for a fight.”

“It’s natural. As His Majesty’s knight, I will make my power fully known to you.”

“That’s something to look forward to, so let’s get started!”

Thus begins the battle between the “single digit” sequence of the rank two Damrada and the “Pain Lord” Ultima.

***

Ultima revealed a shallow snort and observed Damrada.

The incredible power of being human was felt in Damrada and stood out even among the saints.

The stance was unbroken and even made it feel like the win might have been impossible without evolution.

It’s that one, isn’t it? It feels like it can match Hinata’s. That person is like the natural enemy of a magic creature, and this person gives the impression of purely honing his skills in person-to-person, this type is really tricky.

As far as Ultima knows, opponents who hone their skills are tricky. Hakurou is a good example of being able to deal with a variety of situations with a thousand different skills.

The ability to apply it flexibly is the secret of its power, and that is precisely what has nothing to do with those higher beings.

………..

……..

…

The so-called demons, in contrast to people, possess an overwhelmingly powerful higher existence.

It even takes only the liberation of magic to be able to become an attack.

The existence located at one of the pinnacle of the demon race is Ultima. Since her birth, she has been familiar with the use of magic—perfect magical domination.

There is no need for effort.

Just think about it and it can be realized, that is magic, there is no adversary in front of that all-powerful absolute power.

The only ones who could possibly outperform themselves were superlative beings of the same class, such as the Primordial or the Dragon Race, and until recently Ultima had believed so.

However, this perception is wrong.

It was during the battle with Velgrynd that Ultima realized this mistake.

Faced with the overwhelmingly high level presence of Velgrynd, Ultima and others fought as hard as they could and succeeded in knocking out one of her Other Bodies, albeit with only 10% of her original strength.

On the flip side, one more thing learned is that if you get the use of power wrong, you lose to an opponent who is weaker than you.

A lot was also learned in the battles that followed.

The True Dragon Race, which is already the strongest in existence, has shown its advanced magical skills, and as a result, the Ultima, a race that prides itself on magic, is overwhelmed by magic.

Why it could, during the battle Ultima hadn’t understood, but could now.

The secret lies in attaching an ultimate skill to magic.

The use of an ultimate skill increases the accuracy of the magic, so we can’t win.

The power of the magic released by Velgrynd out of control, then Ultima had to do her best just to cope.

There was nothing more humiliating to Carrera than for the opponent to be more skilled at making the magic she was best at.

Yes, it’s humiliating.

At the same time, she was lucky.

She got the chance to experience combat while still surviving without suffering a decisive defeat.

Combining the effects of the skill with the magic, the power would grow exponentially, something that Ultima had never thought of all along. The experience gained through that battle had made her aware of more possibilities.

It’s true that we both have high basic skills, but then again, relying too much on basic skills is also a problem. If one puts in more effort to refine, one can become even stronger!

As one of the strongest, Ultima had never aspired to gain power so far, yet this time, she hoped to become even stronger.

How strong can a strong person who is already invincible become if he still strives to study and accumulate experience to move up to a higher level?

The answer is either Velgrynd or Guy Crimson.

From this point of view, there’s no doubt that Diablo, who pursued his interests, was also a super-spec presence.

Forgetting Testarossa for a moment, Ultima and Carrera, who had never made the effort, were really a far cry from the others in this regard.

Ultima knew that she was the most immature of the Seven Pillars of Primordiality. Even so, it was still possible to fight evenly with Mizari and Rhein……if she fought with all your might, she would feel like she would lose to Testarossa and Carrera.

Testarossa is elegant and perfect.

Being confident and always belittling others is a bad habit of hers.

As for Carrera, it would be more appropriate to call her arrogance inferior.

People who know they can do anything well if they take it seriously always lose interest quickly and leave things behind.

And then, Ultima.

Neither can she operate their magic with the precision of Testarossa, nor does she have as much magic as Carrera, and of the three demons outside of Diablo, Ultima should be considered the weakest.

She is half-baked in every way, and although her own existence is the result of her talent, she has no experience of studying anything with her whole heart.

Thinking of it this way, Ultima and Carrera have a lot of similarities, so the two have been fighting each other for a long time.

Carrera has recently become interested in swordplay.

Ultima was truly envious of this.

However, such thoughts also end today.

Ultima, who had the good fortune to have the opportunity to awaken, gained power as she had prayed for it.

The one with the most room to grow, is us!

Being able to generate such thoughts, the current Ultima couldn’t help but find it a bit ridiculous.

It was all thanks to Rimuru who had become her master.

Why Rimuru was able to do things like that, Ultima didn’t know, but those thoughts were irrelevant.

The most important thing is to become a higher being.

Then there’s the question of whether or not she can help Rimuru.

Watching the battle of Agera just now, Ultima had been praying, and at the end of that contemplation, an incredible voice was heard.

<>

The next thing to complete is the ultimate skill, the “Poisonous Death King Samael.”

The ability to see through the weaknesses of various living beings and then flexibly use the appropriate state changes to create “poison” is the power of the “King of Poisonous Death,” the ultimate skill.

Having gained this power, Ultima felt absolutely no possibility of losing.

But, however…

Ultima suddenly remembered.

‘Hone yourself and don’t rely too much on strength’—that’s what Diablo is always saying.

She thought that Diablo would always have this kind of zero-talk because of his old defeat to Zegion, and always took it as a sarcastic comment from Diablo, who had a bad character.

Actually, it was a misunderstanding on Ultima’s part.

It did contain some sarcasm, but really it was mostly for her sake.

Depending on how the strength is used, it can be very different, which was learned from Diablo.

After understanding this, she remembered something Diablo had said before.

Just relying on the power that has been given won’t really make it come into its own—it’s true!

Ultima now, deeply identifies with this statement.

These were the words she had heard when she was first given her name and was now indeed thinking according to them.

Speaking of which, not to a certain extent, it’s true that Diablo wouldn’t use the power given by Lord Rimuru, and I originally thought it was just contempt for the enemy, but it turned out to be justified.

‘Then I will do the same’—Ultima wants to take advantage of this opportunity to make it food for her own growth. Damrada is a man who can’t afford to be careless and just happens to give it his all.

Really. If Testarossa finds out he sees us that way, it’ll be a big deal. No, it’s possible that Testarossa might have fallen for this on purpose, but well, it’s a rare opportunity…let’s take advantage of it.

Damrada, though a formidable opponent, was also little more than an opponent to use for practice in Ultima’s eyes.

For the first time, she’ll use the ultimate skill of her own desire to achieve victory. In this way, Ultima will no doubt gain growth.

Ultima swore in her heart.

It is not about relying on the innate “power,” but about making perfect use of the “power” that one has been given by one’s desire to win the battle.

For this matter…

Not just to look up to, but to also be a helper to Rimuru—Ultima thought so.

………..

……..

…

The fighting was extremely intense.

Strength-boosted Ultima launched the attack and Damrada dodged it through his own skill. Sometimes concentrating the entire body’s fighting qi directly counteracts the attack.

It’s the deft and nimble improvisation that makes Damrada so powerful.

Ultima was frankly impressed by this and found it amusing.

Through the showdown with Damrada, a lot of things were realized.

So it turns out, so that the action doesn’t lose its physical balance, and such an approach seems to work in a fight with Zegion!

Zegion was too powerful to be defeated the moment he got close. It does make sense for Zegion’s approach to be used in real combat, but it’s less suitable for training for grappling.

At this point, Damrada is a very fit and good opponent, which is to say the most suitable enemy.

Realizing how much she was favored, Ultima could simply defend herself against any attack with overwhelming magical power, and her own attacks could crush all kinds of enemies with brute force alone.

This situation had been largely understood before, but now it was finally recognized with more realism.

Both began to increase in prowess and the battle became more and more intense.

***

The two were evenly matched in strength and were not yet able to see where victory or defeat was heading.

At first glance it might be so…

“Ahahaha, how pleasant! There’s no way you can go on this long of a free practice against Zegion!”

From the heart of a pleasant Ultima.

In contrast, Damrada was full of bitterness.

“You’re underestimating me by treating the match with me as an exercise…”

Despite saying so, Damrada actually noticed it inside.

If this continues, it will be himself who will lose.

Ultima is still growing and Damrada is in full swing.

There was no time at all to feel the thrill of any fight, just to think about how to take down Ultima and put all of his skills to use in the duel.

In the end, the “primordial” demon was a natural magical genius, and such an existence, which could even tamper with the physical laws of the world, would not be able to do its job as an opponent if the attack was imperfect. Therefore, Damrada applies a “surrogate power” effect to all attacks to inflict damage on Ultima.

It is because it took more than two thousand years of study to be able to use the powers freely as if they were breathing, to become so familiar with them that Damrada even forgot to borrow them from Rudra.

Plus, demons were shackled and now seemingly unshackled, but the demon’s mana volume boundary value was still fixed.

As a result, Damrada, a “sage”, has a higher total energy than Ultima, so he can fight Ultima evenly.

The more I attack, the more I can expose, but even using a large skill may not be effective. Couldn’t…

win, huh?

Considering the fact that Ultima was able to learn a skill that Damrada had painstakingly learned with a single glance, she thought that it would be better to make quick work of it, but to do so would likely reveal a flaw that would be self-defeating.

Now, even though it was possible to counteract all of the multiple attacks of equal power released by Ultima at the same time……Ultima not only didn’t feel chagrined by this but instead showed a very pleasant expression.

“That was awesome, like a demonstration!”

Being said that, instead, Damrada became chagrined.

Damrada was driven to desperation.

It was as if she was absorbing water from the dry sand, and it was obvious that Ultima was growing.

Hahaha, that’s just a laugh.

He couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

The “primordial” was so horrible that Damrada never thought of it before.

To an outsider, one might think the two are evenly matched. However, this equilibrium will soon collapse, and as long as one side is growing, the scales will sooner or later tilt in favor of the other.

What a grim reality.

The time has come.

“Aha! We’re getting there!”

Ultima’s aura suddenly changed, reserving her remaining strength up until now in order to steal Damrada’s skills.

No longer preserving strength, Ultima spread six pairs behind her—twelve wings, featherless as bat wings, smooth and voluptuous with a lavender glow.

“Here we go!”

“Goo!?”

After Ultima sent out the announcement, the twelve wings moved simultaneously, changing into a variety of shapes, aiming at Damrada to release the attack.

Thin as a blade, pointed as a steel needle, gathered into fist-like chunks, flexible and changing wings, from which it is already very difficult to escape, let alone confront it…

Damrada, who wanted to avoid the fist-like wings, was blown away the moment he made contact with the fist, and the strength contained therein was unprecedented, a powerful force that Damrada could not counteract.

What was even more frightening was that the strength of Ultima’s power was still gradually increasing, and without the upper limit on the amount of mana now, the momentum of growth could not be seen to slow down in the slightest, as if talking about gaining power by simply expecting it.

“Ch-che-uhh!”

“Ahahahahaha! We love this look.”

“Huh! Don’t underestimate people, little girl. The power is amazing, but I just won’t get hit.”

Damrada held his breath even more, concentrating on dodging the attack.

The mouth says it’s no big deal, but the heart is filled with a sense of crisis.

You can’t win at this rate.

However, Ultima was untouched.

‘Then make a break for it’—Damrada is looking to strike.

One of the wings threading the legs of Damrada, it looked like Damrada didn’t get the chance to avoid it, in fact it was a tactic by Damrada.

A race that prided itself on its great power was prone to pride, and even Ultima would have been careless if she had been certain that she would win – an action that Damrada had taken with that in mind.

“Ahahahahaha, don’t you keep running around? Or are you tired of running?”

With a wicked grin on her face, Ultima slowed the attack and began to tease Damrada, the wings not attacking the vital parts, but instead attempting to strike through the limbs of her opponent.

Yes, you guys are strong. That’s why they despise us and fail at critical moments.

Damrada was sure his strategy had worked.

While making a wounded fall move, a full force shot was fired at Ultima.

“Sheng Bang!”

This is the sure-fire aura of Damrada.

This is a blow that is made by refining all the fighting energy of a saint using the “power of substitution”.

If hit by this move, the creature, no matter how powerful, will be destroyed, and even the primordial Ultima will only end up in a physical collapse and disappear.

Damrada, who identified himself as victorious, did not feel the aftermath of victory. The thought of stabbing a fatal blow at Ultima somehow sent a sickening chill through him.

The collapse disappeared with only a piece of wing, the one that had changed into the shape of Ultima, and Damrada failed to see it.

By the time this was noticed, it was too late.

“Deathly Poisonous Punch!”

Damrada’s chest was penetrated by Ultima.

Imitating Damrada’s huge magic power concentrated in her hands, she attacked in a cross-hands pose and mastered this technique perfectly by unleashing the ultimate power, “King of Poisonous Death”.

Moreover, the reason why the nails of all five fingers were dyed purple was because the power of the

‘King of Poisonous Death’, ‘Death Poison’, had broken through Damrada’s defenses with a power far greater than the amount of lethal force.

This is the moment that tells the difference between winning and losing.

“Oooh!”

Damrada coughed up blood and collapsed.

“Ahahahahahaha, what a shame! Just as we expected!”

A wicked snort of laughter resounded.

Damrada tries to get back to his feet again but fails miserably.

I can’t even clench my fists, not even stand.

But even so, he still looked at Ultima with all his might and anger.

“Idiot, that’s not a punch, it’s a slam. Just seeing it once, can it be imitated…but, the prowess is, unmistakable…really, wonderful. To sum up, it would be more appropriate to name it ‘The Red Snake Death Poisoner’…”

Damrada meets the ground facing up to the sky.

Looking up at the sky, a bitter smile of slight regret was revealed.

This time it was a complete failure.

He was defeated by the Demon Lord Rimuru before he could challenge Guy.

Maybe some of the elite will survive, but not if they want to make a comeback.

Emperor Rudra had no more left to wait for the next opportunity, and until then, the present Rudra would have been—

“Your Majesty”—Damrada whispered, looking back on his life.

………..

……..

…

“Damrada, can you listen to me?”

“What is it? If it’s a boring complaint, still go and talk to Lord Velgrynd. Or, is it against Lord Velgrynd? If so, it should be kept from me, and I should speak directly to Lord Velgrynd herself, or else it would be a pain in the ass if even I was hated.”

“You’re an indifferent guy—no, not that, it’s serious business.”

“…please?”

He actually didn’t want to ask.

Seeing Rudra’s eyes, one already realized that it was going to be a serious topic.

If one hears these words, one cannot maintain the relationship as it is now.

Damrada didn’t want it to be that way.

“It seems that every reincarnation consumes my heart. No, in Guy’s words, it’s probably the “soul” of something. But it doesn’t matter, what does matter is that I might not become me.”

“The reincarnation of Rudra the Hero was not achieved by magic, but by a special ritual to inherit a power that was too great.”

The cost of gaining power over the ultimate spiritual beings, the Dragon Race, in mortal form, is managed by Rudra’s own power, so Damrada cannot propose a solution…

“The soul is consumed. After that, His Majesty will become no longer His Majesty…”

“Ahhh, yes.”

“That’s a funny joke. But I’m not going to take you seriously enough to use that rhetoric to reduce work.

“Che, you’re still serious. You’re really…”

“I think it’s a strength.”

“Haha, indeed. I said something boring, so forget it.”

“Yes, let me do that.”

How can one forget?

Damrada just evaded it.

He wanted to maintain the relationship as it was, wanted to play for Rudra all the time.

And then, time passes.

“Ahhh, sure enough, I lose something very important after every reincarnation. What’s lost I don’t know myself, that’s the question.”

“Your Majesty…”

“I say, Damrada.”

“Yes.”

“This is an edict. If I’m going to be no more, you kill me yourself.”

“Lord Rudra!”

“There’s no way to ask Velgrynd for something like this, is there?”

‘I couldn’t do it either’—those words, Damrada pressed down with all his might.

If this was the wish of his dear friend Rudra, he could not answer in the negative.

“Geheheheh. If that happens, I promise to take care of the aftermath for Rudra-sama, so please rest assured that you’ll be able to complete your administrative tasks.”

“Well, you haven’t changed. I’ll leave you to it.”

That was, a pact made long ago.”

And then the time went on…

“I am tired, and there is a limit to restraining my ‘Justice King Michael’ from going out of control.

Absolute “righteousness” is not much different from “evil” at the root of the matter. Justice that all can identify with does not exist in this world.”

“Your Majesty…”

“Damrada, you and I made a deal, remember?”

“Of course I remember.”

Hearing this reply, Rudra said “That’s good” and smiled.

Changing expressions, solemnly issuing commands.

“Damrada, this is an edict. In order to be prepared in case you miss, go find someone who can break the

‘King of Justice’ and kill the rest as an alternate! It’s hard for me to do such a thing…but you have to be ready for everything in my time.”

Faced with this as if it were an order to obliterate Rudra himself, Damrada could only nod.

“Your orders, I understand.”

Hearing Damrada’s reply, Rudra muttered, “I’m sorry.”

Rudra looked off into the distance as if talking to himself.

“In retrospect, this ‘King of Justice’ that my friend entrusted to me was probably too powerful for me.

Win or lose, the next matchup with Guy will probably be the last. I wants to fully master this skill…If there is a sign of going berserk, there is no need to worry and you must stop my actions.”

“I’ll do as I’m told.”

“Please.”

After saying that, Rudra closed his eyes.

Thinking about the vows he had exchanged with the Star Dragon, Veldanava, he was filled with resentment that he had not kept his promise to the end.

A small whisper escaped Rudra’s mouth, “If you can’t make a deal, go to that world and make amends.”

Damrada pretended not to hear the words and quietly withdrew from the room.

………..

……..

…

Choking on the blood from his own mouth, Damrada’s consciousness was pulled back to reality. In less than a few seconds, consciousness flew into the distance.

—Your Majesty, yes or no…. I failed…to complete, by your edict…

In the consciousness that was about to dissipate, Damrada wanted to utter this remorse, but was no longer able to do so and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Regret.

However, there was a sense of relief.

The search for the one who can kill his beloved master—this edict is only painful for Damrada.

Long hours of agonizing over it.

Absolutely.

For Damrada, Emperor Rudra was always a shining hero as always.

Will you…will you kill something like that…how could I possibly do that!? Why should I do it? Can’t we just let someone else do it? If you no longer exist in this world, I have no attachment to this world. I’d like to go with you…

This is what Damrada wants from his heart.

Neither Guy nor Rudra’s matchup seemed to matter to Damrada. What matters is what Rudra thinks, and the world that can reflect his thoughts.

Guy Crimson, though an arrogant demon king, is not an unreasonable tyrant. His domination is unshakeable, he will make his own proper rules and stubbornly follow them.

Guy and Rudra’s ideals, while different, are not absolutely incompatible, and in Damrada’s view, the two are perfectly capable of compromise.

Guy shouldn’t be able to act on his own.

It was because of this certainty that Rudra issued an edict to Damrada, right?

Why cling to victory and defeat when it’s clear that there is mutual recognition?

Damrada is really puzzled.

But again, there was no way to do something against Rudra’s will, and as a result, he had to follow his orders and operate around the world.

After leaving the Emperor’s banner for a long time, someone was found who could serve as an alternative.

This boy, Yuuki Kagurazaka, has a super-powerful physique called “Ability Blocking”.

This physique could even invalidate an ultimate skill, and Damrada was happy to think that he was able to fight against the ‘King of Justice’, but he still ended up losing badly, and Yuuki also fell into Rudra’s hands, which was no longer useful.

The killer was lost, but that’s when a question suddenly arose in Damrada’s mind.

“…why, Your Majesty, should you dominate Yuuki?”

“Huh, what?”

To this whisper that contained no intention, Ultima asked rhetorically.

Without giving an explanation, Damrada continued to ponder.

It was undoubtedly Rudra who had ordered the search for the man who could kill him, and he should not have interfered with the matter.

No, it’s not.

It’s just that Damrada doesn’t want to believe it yet.

The signs have been there since the beginning.

“—Indeed, it is so…His Majesty, Lord Rudra, has…”

Like Damrada, delirious from fever, muttered.

“What the hell are you talking about!?”

Feeling anxious, Ultima shouted out questions that didn’t reach Damrada’s ears.

Damrada was, for the moment, single-mindedly sinking into his own thoughts.

Perhaps it should be said that the dying flash of an apparition made Damrada’s thinking very sharp.

Thus, the search for the truth.

Rudra is passionate about his ideals.

To dream of a united world and permanent peace.

No more strife and poverty, and humanity can focus on development.

If the unification of all mankind becomes peaceful, then all can live equally. Rudra, who believes in this, has set the goal of “building a united nation.”

Human beings are mutually intelligible creatures, capable of uniting their wills one day and working together to create a better world, Rudra believes this from the bottom of his heart.

He became a “hero” for the sake of the people, carrying great pain and hardship. To make life happy for more people, Rudra kept running for this desire.

Damrada loves Rudra like this.

But—

Rudra’s ideals came to an end when they were still at the dream stage.

Before the ideal is realized, Rudra himself has gone rogue.

The ideals we were striving for turned out to be broken a long time ago…

Damrada identified with this and was overwhelmed with sadness in his heart.

“Are you crying?”

“…ahhhh…”

“For fear of death?

“…no, because of the agreement—”

“Agreement?”

“…ahhhh…”

Unable to avoid death, clinging to Damrada without letting go.

It was something that could not be helped, and he could put up with it, but the inability to keep the covenant with Rudra was unbearable for Damrada.

Rudra’s consciousness had dissipated, and who was Rudra now, exactly?

There’s only one answer to this kind of thing.

It was undoubtedly Veldanava, the Star Dragon, the friend of Rudra, who gave him the ultimate skill, the ultimate skill of the King of Justice.

Before Rudra’s mental breakdown, Damrada still had edicts that had to be fulfilled.

But…he seems to be about to die without being able to achieve the mission.

Damrada, who wanted to berate himself for his incompetence, turned around and realized that the situation had not yet reached its worst moment.

No matter what, the ‘King of Justice’ has to be stopped from going berserk, and if Damrada fails, it will be necessary to find someone worthy of entrusting this task.

This is the edict of Rudra, the pact that Damrada should keep.

In addition to Yuuki, there was one other person who had a clue.

The dreaded demon lord, Rimuru.

He is both the greatest enemy and the place of hope.

“May I ask you to kill His Majesty…Lord Rudra…?”

“Huh? Why us?”

“It doesn’t have to be you.”

“No, no, no. Let’s just leave it to us. We were going to kill that Rudra guy anyway, not that we couldn’t accept your request.”

Ultima’s character does as she pleases.

While not going to respond frankly, actually kinda like Damrada.

The battles lasted a short time, but for Ultima, who had an infinite lifespan, it was the quality of the battle that was valued more. To be able to experience such a fierce battle that coalesces in a short period of time, it feels like no matter what is said, it is allowed.

“—Then, there is one more thing…”

“What?”

“That…the boy named Masayuki…please protect him…”

Damrada was convinced.

It’s just that…

“Yes, I can. But it come at a cost, right?”

Demons don’t fight for nothing.

While this is not an absolute rule, there are all sorts of ways to circumvent it.

But this time, it was Ultima’s capriciousness, wanting to see Damrada troubled, that made the question.

However, hearing Ultima’s question, Damrada was relieved. He felt like he had been liberated, and then he replied calmly.

“The reward is, all of me. Everything about my soul…all the technology I have…I entrust it all to you…”

“Accepted.”

Looking at Ultima, who gave a reluctant reply, Damrada smiled.

And then…

“—Your Majesty Rudra…now, I will go to your side…”

These are the last words that Damrada left behind.

Stopped breathing like he was asleep.

Former Chancellor of the Nasca Kingdom and a close friend of the unified Emperor Rudra Nam Ul Nasca.

The curtain has come down on the long career of “The Saint” Damrada.

In the midst of the circular brawling arena of Iso-space, Ultima stood alone.

“Ah-ah, what a bore. The core of his heart disappeared and it was still intended for Lord Rimuru…”

As a somewhat lonely Ultima muttered, she wrapped the remains of Damrada gently in twelve wings.

According to the agreement, taking the whole of Damrada for her own possession.

That’s it, the end.

The end of Damrada and Ultima’s matchup.

—The job of the “fist saint” came to an end, and a new “demon of the fist” was born…”

Damrada gave one of the most vicious demons the most ferocious power in his final moments.

Would he be unbearably ashamed if he knew about it?

Or perhaps be happy with the inheritance of their skills?

Damrada is dead and there is no way to know about it.

Those who survive can only ponder this question in their hearts.

***

“Come, I’ll be your opponent.”

In the middle of the round fight arena, Agera makes an announcement to Kondo.

Kondo frowned and without a word raised the hand that held the saber, not responding to Agera, and just looked at Carrera.

“Don’t worry, I’m only here as a witness.”

“Ridiculous. How can you believe what you say?”

Kondo, who finally spoke, was quite sharp in his words. It’s like saying, since it’s the enemy, let the two go together.

However, Carrera made no move.

“True enough, I don’t think two-on-one is a despicable act, and I’m not going to take it out on you. But this time, it was because of the wishes of Agera over there. Don’t worry about me, just enjoy the fight.”

Not only did she say so, but she also sat directly on the stone wall to show that it had nothing to do with her.

Kondo shrugged.

“What a farce. But I’ll just take the spirit.”

Then came the drawn saber and confronted Agera.

“Thank you very much. Then, just for goodness sake…”

A crisp voice rang out, interrupting his words. Agera covered his chest and collapsed on the field.

“You!”

Carrera momentarily drew a short distance and broke between Kondo and Agera, blocking the sword that Kondo was about to cut off Agera’s head with.

“Hmph, can you catch up to this speed?”

Kondo, who held a large southern-style automatic pistol with smoke coming from the muzzle in his right hand and wielded a saber in his left, said so in the direction of Carrera.

“You knew I could make it, didn’t you? If you were serious, Agera would have been wiped out by now, wouldn’t she?”

Kondo didn’t say anything about accepting the invitation to the Agera showdown, so it was a lapse on Agera’s part to not confirm beforehand.

And she wasn’t really going to make a killing blow, and Carrera, who had blocked her opponent’s sword, knew it best.

A strongman like Kondo should not lose even a head-to-head fight with Agera. If it’s just a sword fight, maybe a nice showdown at some point. But even so, the outcome of Kondo’s victory probably won’t falter.

Even so, the surprise attack was made because Carrera was on the sidelines.

It is pie in the sky to believe the words of the enemy, let alone the words of the devil, and it is the foolishness of those who really believe.

The exclusion of uncertain elements is the iron rule of combat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have time for this farce.”

Kondo turned to face Carrera, sneering at the uncharitable state of affairs.

“Well, if you think so, then I’ll be your opponent.”

“With this sword?”

Carrera’s sword had cracked from the blow just delivered, no doubt it would break from a few more blows, and Carrera couldn’t have failed to notice it.

“No way, there are alternatives, only I have a better sword. Agera, you understand.”

“…of course. It’s a pity that I didn’t get to fight with the last generation of my school, but I can’t complain if I think that it’s because I’m following your teachings. The discontent is only the contempt for my old master, which only deprives me of my fighting power.”

Saying so, Agera stood up.

The wound in his chest had been closed, and the bullet Kondo fired was called an “annihilation bullet”, which, according to the magical power of the load, caused an equal amount of energy to disappear. If it was a “spellbomb”, it would be very difficult for Agera to stand up again.

As Carrera and Agera had noticed, it was clear that Kondo wasn’t attacking with all his might.

But, because of this, Agera was able to keep fighting.

“?Knife Change?”

Agera became a knife, and the one holding the knife was undoubtedly Carrera.

Carrera’s magic filled the void in Agera, and the lost energy came back again. The result was that the blade shone brightly and Agera’s qi became full.

“That’s stupid. It took a comrade living as a sword to let you off the hook…”

“My dependents love to fight. That’s a lot of concern.”

“Is that so. There is no point in talking about it now. He has dared to impersonate the founder of the sect, and his crime is unforgivable.”

In Kondo’s view, Carrera, who held the sword that Agera had changed into in her hands, was also guilty of the same thing.

Showing unabashedly clear hostility, Kondo struck a serious pose.

The battle began in less than half a quarter of an hour.

Carrera fell to her knees.

Incredibly, Kondo was powerful to the point of terror.

As the saying goes, Damn.

Even in Carrera’s opinion, he was a monster beyond belief.

Carrera knew she was strong.

But at the same time, understood that there are people of all people.

In fact, one would have thought that even if one couldn’t beat Diablo, one probably wouldn’t lose to anyone else. However, it would be met with ease by Zegion.

This battle was also, facing Velgrynd didn’t take much advantage.

So even though she was at Kondo’s mercy now, Carrera wasn’t shocked. Not only that, but euphoria even ran high.

Carrera rolls lightly on the ground to close the distance from Kondo. Stand up smoothly and adjust again to the posture of pointing the tip of the knife at the opponent’s eyes.

“Very good! My swordsmanship is praised even by Agera, but it still seems inferior to yours.”

“Shut up. I’m just trying to use my own power to beat my opponent, and I’m so angry that I’m saying that.”

Kondo himself was creeped out by Carrera’s fighting instincts, and since this wasn’t the time to be able to have fun, he struck out with full force from the start. Not only swordsmanship, but also the power of the extreme ability ‘King of Execution’ is being used unstintingly.

However, it didn’t quite beat Carrera.

That alone was already worthy of awe, and Kondo’s heart couldn’t help but warble over it.

It seems that this is not an opponent that can be solved easily, with mutual awareness of this.

As a result, the fighting intensified.

With brute force, Carrera struck at Kondo with her sword, impeding his movement. Kondo lightly opens Carrera’s attack with a knife rack and snaps Carrera with a right handed shot.

The power placed in this round is to disarm the magic.

This bullet is called a “spell-breaker”.

Kondo chose this bullet because of the anticipation of Carrera’s next move.

No need to chant a mantra, the gravitational force field is instantly formed. Kondo points out that Carrera, who only knows how to use her power, is not only not reflecting, but also relying on her own power, trying to unleash magic that does not affect her and hinder Kondo’s actions.

Seeing this, Kondo chose the “spell-breaker”.

The extremely high generalization of this ability is the powerful secret of Kondo.

There are roughly four effects of the research pole ability “King of Execution”, and Kondo will adapt them to the situation.

A “boundary breaker” can break the defensive boundary of an creature.

The Spellbreaker can remove magic effects.

The Spellbusters are capable of destroying the magical circuits of creatures.

The “annihilation bomb” is a high-density magic bomb that can expend energy by seeing through the nature of the creature.

The most powerful bullet that can do all of the above at the same time is the “Godspeed Bullet”.

Before that, Carrera had been deliberately chanting spells for magical attacks.

It was all in preparation for this matchup, but all the magic was unspellable the moment it was unleashed, and Kondo’s predictions were accurate, always making the right choices.

And, there are all sorts of bullets being shot through the cracks.

Failure to see through its nature and react to it will leave Carrera with serious injuries. If there is any hesitation, it is estimated that the winner will be decided in an instant.

Kondo was really calm when he analyzed the battle situation.

Unhurried, bordering on mechanical.

See through the enemy’s weaknesses and the flow of magic to make appropriate responses.

That’s all.

It was faithfulness to a steady foundation that established Kondo’s position as the strongest in the Imperial Army.

Significantly different from Carrera, who acts on her emotions, the two are somewhat oddly similar.

Kondo asked in a cordial tone as she shook her head.

“That’s tricky. How did you know I was going to use magic?”

Kondo also replied to Carrera while regaining his breath.

“Well, that’s easy. Because I think that’s what I would do if I were you.”

“I see. It’s really easy to understand.”

Once again, Carrera developed a fondness for this Kondo, along with a strong realization that she had never seen the same type of formidable enemy so far.

You can’t say that by observing the flow of magic when it’s activated.

‘I’d do that, or something—if I were you, you’d be looking for a reason.’ Carrera thought unpleasantly, but couldn’t help the pleasant expression that crossed her face.

Having an opponent that you can fight with all your might is enough to be enjoyable alone.

Rhein the primordial was a strong one identified by Guy and should have had a satisfying sparring session with her, but Carrera’s provocation never succeeded.

This kind of regrettable incident made Carrera upset and angry…but with Kondo as an opponent, it felt like she could fight enough for her heart’s content.

For Carrera, it’s the process of going head-to-head that matters more than winning or losing.

“That’s great. That’s really great. It’s Kondo, right? You’re the best enemy!”

Kondo snorted back at Carrera’s heartfelt praise.

Without words, state your opinion by the sword.

Sharp chopping blows stabbed at Carrera in succession.

Dancing the sword with only the left hand, but the path of the sword without any deviation, was even more beautiful than the martial arts that fascinated the people.

Carrera faced Kondo’s successive chopping blows, relying on Agera’s skill and her own instincts to judge and dodge.

In a brief interlude of sword blades, Carrera discovered a little habit of Kondo’s.

Knife in left hand, gun in right.

Although it was just Kondo’s fighting form, the momentary sight of him firing would move along with his fingertips, as if he was watching the line of fire of a bullet.

No one would have been able to notice this little habit if it weren’t for Carrera, but it was enough of a fatal flaw to determine victory or defeat.

This is it!

Carrera swung the sword away at the perfect time.

Unable to respond, Kondo, who was ready to shoot, raised his gun stiffly and took down Carrera’s sword.

The reaction speed is simply amazing, but Carrera won’t just stop there.

“Don’t underestimate me! That takes away one of your trump cards!”

Twisting his body hard to adjust his posture to receive the attack, causing Kondo to be unable to counter the powerful force of Carrera. So, Kondo unstintingly let go of the gun in his hand.

The large Southern-style automatic pistol grunted and rolled to the ground.

Having avenged Kondo’s death, Carrera was rejoicing.

However—

There was a creepy scent, and feeling it for an instant, Carrera followed her instinct and quickly ducked away.

Immediately after, Kondo’s sword slashed through the air.

“Geez, didn’t you get it?”

What landed on the ground with a flutter was Carrera’s severed left hand, the skeleton of the kamikaze not paying the slightest attention, cut off by Kondo’s sword.

“You!”

Emotionally charged Carrera.

But inwardly, calmly, though shaken by the humiliation, she accepted this reality.

There’s no way to beat Kondo at this rate.

The proof was that Kondo was now wielding a military knife with both hands.

A perfect form over time, completely different from his style so far.

Kondo hadn’t intended to rely on the gun in his hand from the beginning, but instead had deliberately revealed a crack to lure Carrera into the bait, with no other explanation than that.

But if that was the case, it meant that Carrera was despised by Kondo.

The sword alone is enough to gain the upper hand, but it’s still a little tricky…

It’s a strategy to kill me easily…It’s inexcusable that such a powerful master would not show his strength and do such a despicable thing…

Aware of this, Carrera roared.

“How dare you underestimate me, a human!”

Carrera wanted to go along with the rage and shatter Kondo into pieces, ready to step forward.

And yet, just then.

“One moment, please, Lord Carrera.”

Agera, transformed into a knife, hitchhiked over.

Carrera and Agera were now in a state of near-unity, and naturally also connected through ‘thought communication’, and were able to have a conversation in their hearts.

And so, in a million times extended sphere of consciousness under the power of Carrera, the two began a conversation.

“What do you want to say, Agera? I’m so busy right now, I’ll kill you if you interfere.”

“Please calm down, Lord Carrera. If you lose your cool, you’ll be in Kondo’s clutches.”

“Of course I know that. But that guy fooled me, as a king? It’s absolutely intolerable, isn’t it?”

Lately, Agera has basically taken on the duty of stopping Carrera, but Agera has also never seen a Carrera as raging as today. If she wasn’t stopped, Carrera would surely be defeated.

Agera continues to be persuasive, trying to convince Carrera.

“Listen to me, Kondo didn’t rely on the sword alone in the first place because he despised Carrera-sama.”

“Why, you’re underestimating me, no matter what you think!”

“No, it’s not. It’s just the opposite.”

“Huh?”

”It is precisely because of the importance attached to the threat from Lord Carrera that Kondo hides his true abilities. Not anyone is as strong as Lord Carrera, who was very strong from birth. Take the fight against the strongest enemy seriously, that’s something you’ll do as a warrior!”

“So what? Are you trying to say that he approved of me?”

“Exactly!”

Agera seized the opportunity to articulate his views with great force.

That stance of Kondo’s had been said to be in a state of completion, but its essence was still that of a swordsman who had inherited Agera’s school. There is no doubt that the other person is serious, and it is for this reason that it is not revealed at the outset, but rather that a shift is made at the crucial moment.

It is precisely because of the fact that he sees Carrera as his strongest enemy that he is able to use such a small trick.

If not, there’s no need to craft a fake move like that to increase risk.

“…I see…that’s true, if you say so…”

Agera’s persuasion played a role, and Carrera calmed down and accepted the statement.

Agera breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ve worried you, Agera. Thanks to you, I’ve come to my senses.”

“That’s great.”

“I won’t let you worry anymore, I promise you.”

Signaling the end of the conversation with this declaration, Carrera turned to face Kondo again, and then, slowly, landed a rippling punch to her face.

Such a serious blow that one wonders if Carrera’s head will explode.

However, Carrera was calm and flashed a smile at Kondo.

“Oh, I didn’t scare you, did I? I’m sorry, slightly lost my cool and thought you were insulting me.

However, human beings are so powerful that they will use all sorts of tricks to win. It’s an idea we wouldn’t have had, slightly surprised.”

Though laughing like this, Carrera also stopped her contempt for her enemy.

It was no accident, but if it hadn’t been for Agera, Kondo would have been caught in the act.

The Carrera of the present is different from the Carrera of the past, who can do whatever she wants.

As a loyal servant of the Demon Lord Rimuru, she acts in accordance with the orders of her lord.

It’s just that it’s not okay to be defeated and die in battle, which is absolutely forbidden.

Carrera warned herself in her mind.

This punch was for that purpose, and to show one’s own awareness.

Carrera acknowledged Kondo.

Acknowledge that he is on the same level of existence as her.

The casual Carrera is like a changed person, thinking seriously.

“What a surprise. “

The pride of being the strongest race always made her unconsciously fail to use her full strength in fighting with others. However, it was mistakenly assumed that Kondo wasn’t giving it his all and she had to leave it to Agera to correct her.

Realizing her lapse, Carrera finally got serious.

Kondo looked at the grin that was showing on Carrera’s face, who was in a miserable situation, and felt that it was beautiful.

“Is the demon going to give it her all? As a fragile human being, there’s no way to welcome it.”

For the first time, a change of expression occurred, seeing Carrera as the enemy.

“Then I, too, must be your opponent.”

Kondo, who made this declaration, put on the “armor” for the first time.

No longer a uniform that relied on the Force of Will to materialize, but a pure white spirit suit made from the mythical level changes given by Rudra.

That is, a spirit dress made in imitation of an old Imperial Navy garment.

The appearance doesn’t seem to have changed much, but the aura on display seems to have changed to a different person.

For Kondo, this garment from the naval era was also the one that meant death. As a lieutenant, he swore to bear the guilt of letting his men die tragically. In order to be able to keep this realization in mind, I fought in these garments.

Carrera looked at Kondo, liberating a deep and massive magic.

Next, give your name.

“I am the loyal servant of Lord Rimuru, one of the Twelve Patrons, Carrera, the Menace Lord. Bet on my glory and I’ll kill you.”

Kondo responded.

“Heh, Lieutenant of the Imperial Navy, Tatsuya Kondo. I am now the head of the Imperial Emperor’s Order of the Near Guard, and I accept your challenge.”

The two confronted each other, quietly building up their strength.

From there, the real battle began.

*** Carrera picked up the left arm that had fallen to one side and gently brought the sections back together, and just like that, it was restored as if nothing had happened.

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Don’t say that, after all, it’s a precious body given by Lord Rimuru, so I can’t leave any scars on it.”

The conversation sounded light-hearted, but both sides were peering into each other for a break.

The reason Kondo didn’t make a move while Carrera healed her arm was because Kondo had certain thoughts.

Without a gun in his hand, Kondo could only fight with a sword, which was of course the original gesture of “Mizushin Lifestream”, but on the flip side, it also meant that he didn’t have any reserve backhand.

Kondo is now in full swing.

In other words, Kondo bet his whole self.

With two swords in hand now, Kondo had the confidence to not lose to any enemy.

Kondo grasps the movements of Carrera through his unique skill of “interpreting”, and the movements of his muscles are readable by the flow of magic throughout his body and the breath of his magic.

When this power is combined with the ultimate power, ‘King of Execution’, it can perform far beyond the unique power field. Therefore, he did not see an abnormal increase in the omitted power of Carrera.

That vast energy is a symbol of Carrera’s tyrannical style, but in spite of that, I wonder if there is a clear will to unify and the flow of energy is unclogged.

The energy that would normally have produced an explosive torrent was perfectly incorporated into Carrera’s domination.

What a monster—Kondo thought to himself.

The wrist wound that was so hard to cut off is now invisible, and even the clothes have been repaired, what a joke.

What gathered that fierce power was Agera’s demon blade that had changed into a single heart, and was able to make a complete circle of power because it had transformed into a single heart with Carrera.

This was not good for Kondo, who sensed something even more tricky than that. Incredibly, a strong crystallization of power was forming in the center of Carrera’s magic.

Kondo had a clue as to what that was.

It is something that can only be seen when the form of the heart becomes solid.

Acknowledging this, Kondo took action.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, it must be eliminated as quickly as possible. It was because of this judgment that he wore these clothes, which symbolizes his full commitment.

That is to say, defeat is not allowed and victory must be achieved no matter what means are used.

It is the winning side that is righteous.

While examining Carrera, Kondo finished his preparations.

The only remaining weapon was a sword, pouring its full force into Carrera’s beheading.

“That’s good, that’s good! That look of no confusion, that’s exciting!”

Ignoring Carrera’s excited shouts, Kondo waved the sword in his hand.

Although Carrera’s demon sword caught this blow, Kondo’s military sword was indeed incomparably powerful, and if that demon sword hadn’t boarded Agera’s will, it might have been shattered by this blow.

Kondo furthermore continues to apply the standup.

“You guys!?”

The sharp, heavy chopping blow caused Carrera to not help but let out a groan.

The secret of its power lay in the will that was injected into the saber.

Kondo’s ultimate skill, the ‘King of Execution’, is not only able to attachpower to bullets, but also by placing Kondo’s will, or even his ‘soul’, in the saber, which is both Kondo’s killer weapon and his true gesture when he’s serious.

Under the ensuing onslaught from Kondo, Carrera can only defend with one touch.

Kondo intends to fight before Carrera awakens to the ultimate skill, using all sorts of tricks to pursue Carrera.

Even though Carrera controlled her violence and exerted great power, Kondo remained unchanged and flicked away the entire attack.

In terms of combat skills, Kondo is a step above Carrera.

The barely sustained sparring was the result of a combination of Carrera’s massive amount of mana and Agera’s strength.

If it wasn’t for that, Carrera would have been wiped out long ago.

Now, too, the chop that contains the power of the “Exterminating Bullet” cuts open the left side of Carrera’s belly.

With limbs wounded several times by the chopping blows of the boarding “spellbomb” effect, Carrera’s magic circuits have gone into a frenzy, and as a result, even Carrera’s and Agera’s assimilation has begun to take a toll.

“You…”

Carrera groaned and glared at Kondo with a grimace.

Miscalculation.

I knew that Kondo was strong, but I thought that I could always deal with it by using my real skills.

But Kondo is not that good of an opponent.

Even in the face of Carrera, who had borrowed Agera’s power, Kondo was still the superman above it.

Humans……human! Even though awakened as a “saint”, I can’t believe that a human could drive me to such a state…

Contemplating her own ineptitude, Carrera covered her right hand over the left side of her belly that kept leaking magic after being chopped open.

Even if one wanted to reply, the effect would be minimal as the magic loop went into a frenzy.

Originally, an injury of this magnitude would have repaired itself without any attention, but now, even with deliberate treatment, it still looks like this.

No matter how bashful and rude Carrera was, she could recognize that the current state of affairs was very bad indeed.

Whether the will is strong or not, can sway the power.

What’s more, Kondo is a character who has gained extreme power through his own power, while Carrera spends her days at will because she has an infinite lifespan, and Kondo is simply incomparable.

Only now, along with the pain of torturing herself, did Carrera finally understand.

There is no point in being given skills.

The ability to truly live up to its essence can only be acquired through one’s own desire.

The rank of the race, the strength of the physical abilities, and the life force, all of which were overwhelmingly powerful for Carrera to occupy.

In terms of skill, thanks to Agera, there was a battle of attrition.

Still, it was not possible to win.

Not only that, but they were on the verge of defeat.

If this goes on, are we going to lose?…Which means to be wiped out—dead? The strongest me— I of one of the primordials of the demons!?

This, absolutely cannot be agreed upon.

The glory of Carrera could not allow it.

Not to mention, it would go against the orders of Carrera’s favorite lord, the Demon Lord Rimuru.

If it turned out that way, it would be a big mistake that could not be redeemed by killing herself a million times, and Carrera felt the fear.

The inability to comply with Rimuru’s orders had terrified Carrera, who had never before known what fear was.

“It’s the only thing I absolutely disagree with!”

Carrera hissed loudly, looking angrily at Kondo with blood-filled eyes.

Forcibly regenerate the wound and posture it.

Carrera prayed even more deeply and intensely.

Praying for victory over this man in front of you.

So far, Carrera had fought by her own pure demonic power.

But that alone will not do.

It is absolutely impossible to reach people who are at the ultimate skill level.

Diablo, for example, and Kondo, for example, in front of he.

In the face of people who have awakened to the ultimate skill, she can not win, and the top of the Guy Crimson is not even compared to.

Thinking only about adding strength is not going to work.

If that’s all, struggling no matter what, it’s just bait for the strong.

Being pressed so hard, it finally dawned on Carrera.

Those who want to fight the really strong must understand themselves more deeply.

What is necessary for this is an unparalleled strong will.

As a spiritual being, Carrera sought this moment of the will power of the essence.

<>

She seemed to hear such a sound.

In the next moment, the “something” that was so moving deep inside of Carrera, felt a clear shape forming.

Carrera searched her consciousness toward that.

The one that gradually took shape by Carrera’s determination, by her prayers.

So far, it’s all been a rampaging power within herself, always used again only through repressive control, but Carrera sees this power as her own.

Then, liberation opens up.

This ability, is in need of a name.

—O my “power” this is your name. In order to complete the task given to me by Lord Rimuru, become my power and liberate the power to go further. Your name is Abaddon, the King of Death!

Abaddon, having the meaning of destroyer.

Also, the King of Death.

The power couldn’t have been more appropriate for king of destruction Carrera.

Carrera finally got it.

The absolute “power” that can destroy everything.

—‘King of Death’…

This is the figurative of Carrera’s desire.

Once liberated, it is able to bring about definite destruction, fearful empowerment for the adversary.

For the first time, because of her encounter with a strong enemy, Carrera became hungry for power.

Thus, the time had come for the battle between Carrera and Kondo to be decided.

*** This isn’t a joke—Kondo thought.

To Kondo, it was like a mirage when he tried his best to push Carrera into a desperate situation, only to awaken the ultimate skill before his eyes.

On several occasions, Kondo had intended to inflict a death blow on Carrera. However, Carrera got back up again no matter how many times she was knocked down.

Use the power of the Barrier Breaker Bomb to break the Barrier, and use the power of the Spell Breaker Bomb to disrupt Carrera’s magic circuit, then actually cause Carrera to accumulate damage, and finally use the power of the Destroyer Bomb to end the other party.

It’s long overdue for a winner.

However, Kondo, who had put out his full strength, not only failed to take down Carrera, but also awakened her strength.

Kondo was deeply aware of his mistake.

That’s true, if only there was still a “Kamikaze bomb”…

The thought would arise, perhaps because Kondo was a little more squeamish.

“The Divine Extermination (Kamikaze) Bomb was a once-a-day killer weapon, the strongest hit, yet it had just been used to weaken Veldora not long ago.

Craving for something you can’t use in a fight that bets your life and death really doesn’t seem like a foolish act Kondo would do.

The enemy, who was already strong enough, had acquired an unknown power, and the mere knowledge of it brought the mood into a gloom.

Kondo, however, still tries to lift his spirits.

Since they were already wearing the garments, they could only fight to the end without faltering.

Kondo couldn’t help but spit out his feelings to Carrera for the first time.

“You guys, this is so unconscionable.”

It is also natural to make a mockery of human frailty.

The inter-ethnic “hierarchy” gap is too great to be filled.

Even Kondo, couldn’t help but grumble about it.

Hearing this, Carrera lifted her chin in satisfaction.

“Ahhh, of course. After all, we are the strongest race, but you are not unreasonable enough, are you?”

It was the highest compliment that Carrera could utter.

Carrera had already identified the other with being equal to herself, so in a show of utmost respect, went all out to launch the challenge.

Aiming her sword at Kondo, she set up her stance without a care in the world, and Carrera let her right and left hands unleash the ‘King of Death’, bringing her enormous power back into a circle.

Between Kondo and Carrera, a stream of white and black glow overflowed.

By transforming the huge mana into energy, the afterglow alone seemed to blow people away.

Carrera concentrated, harnessing all of her energy.

“I’ll let you see what I’ve got.”

“…I’d really like to say no.”

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper. It’s because I identify with you that I’ll show you my best magic!”

Kondo had a bad feeling when he heard the other party’s words.

“……”

She doesn’t care about the mood of others—that is the demon named Carrera.

Leon also suffered for it, but at the time, Carrera was just amusing herself. While saying so can only seem more egregious in her nature, it was a much better experience for Kondo, who had to use the serious Carrera as a rival.

Among the four primordials of the demon lord, including Diablo, the current Carrera prides herself on having the largest amount of mana, which she had not been able to control perfectly before, and this shortcoming was eliminated when she obtained the “Death King Abaddon.”

The current Carrera, with her dominance over magic, is able to match Velgrynd.

“I’ll send you destruction. Disperse! ‘Final collapse annihilation wave’—!!!”

It was the ultimate magic that overrode the “gravity collapse”.

It’s the biggest and strongest attack magic in Carrera’s ideal.

By placing matter evoked from the bottom of hell in the gravitational collapse force field, the magic was created that contained a great energy rush far beyond imagination.

It is difficult to control this energy since it is not necessary to say how difficult it is, just to add directionality to this energy.

Originally this was not the magic that was supposed to be used on the planet, but Carrera unleashed this magic without any confusion.

If one step of control goes wrong, even the planet could be wiped out.

It was not successful when practiced in the underworld, and was used for the first time in the material world. The magic that had not been used successfully so far was used without any hesitation.

If Testarossa and others were present, they must have stopped Carrera anyway, but the people who could stop Carrera here did not exist.

Even though Agera was present, it was too cruel to ask him to stop Carrera. It would be better to say that it is not Kondo who feels the most fear right now, but Agera who knows how scary that magic is.

Then, speaking of Kondo.

He felt a whiff of danger at the sight of Carrera’s preparatory movements and unfolded the ‘King of Execution’ before he heard Carrera’s announcement.

This ability to quickly judge a situation is what makes Kondo what he is.

However, this time the opponent was too bad.

The “Final Collapse Annihilation Wave” is a great magic that is based on the premise of Carrera’s absurd magic, and its scope is so huge that if this place is not otherworldly, I don’t know how much of a disaster it will cause.

Maybe even this otherworld will be destroyed—so Kondo speculated.

If things turned out that way, then all the matter on this magic ray that targeted Kondo would be wiped out.

Kondo saw through that fact.

If the Otherworld is destroyed, Emperor Rudra is also likely to be involved.

Even if Rudra’s defense was foolproof, there was no guarantee that there wouldn’t be an eventuality that had to be prevented from happening.

It’s more than that.

Kondo was also aware of something even more problematic.

From the way Carrera was staged, even this vicious magic was just a decoy. Even after carrying this blow, the real attack from the Demon Blade should still come from behind.

That would be impossible to cope with.

No matter the sacrifice, the path to survival cannot be opened without overcoming this blow.

Kondo was well aware.

Put his knife in its sheath and wait for the right moment. Then, make a move while Carrera unleashes her magic.

Gamble everything on yourself, draw the knife.

“Yaezakura, Yahasanori…”

This skill, which Hakurou had demonstrated, is reproduced here.

The power that is incorporated in this is the “kamikaze bomb” which should only be used once a day.

If the limit cannot be exceeded here, what awaits Kondo will only be broken. Because of this, Kondo bets on all his possibilities with the confidence that he can do it.

The glow of the power of the “soul” is even greater.

As for whether that glow was Kondo’s, or Carrera’s…

At the very least, both were undoubtedly going all out.

Kondo’s sword cut through the raging energy rushes generated by the “Final Collapse Annihilation Wave”.

A smile emerged from the corners of Carrera’s mouth as she opened her eyes wide.

Kondo’s whole body, was pervaded by intense pain.

Even the mythical-grade garments, which possessed the strongest defense, had failed to defend against this breaking power.

However, Kondo was not timid.

Aiming with conviction at Carrera’s head, trying to get the eight flowers to bloom.

Carrera, on the other hand, was a step above Kondo.

“It’s not enough. Let’s see, after combining Agera’s experience, my strongest skill!!!”

That is both words and not words.

In a flash, Kondo’s thoughts were conveyed to Carrera.

It was the Momochi sword flash that surpassed Kondo’s draw speed.

The name of this skill is called “Mizuru—Hundred Flowers Dazzle”.

Under this unstoppable tyranny, Kondo’s saber snapped.

Following that, Carrera’s final strike slashes off Kondo’s shoulder.

………..

……..

…

Kondo felt a loss of strength throughout his body.

In fact, it was beyond the limits of the body a long time ago.

He closed his eyes and collapsed on his back.

Kondo’s life was coming to an end.

Halfway through…

Thinking this way, he laughed at himself.

As a result, nothing has been done.

Either to protect the homeland or to keep the covenant with Rudra.

—Be my friend…—

Ahhhh, I…didn’t fulfill my agreement with you.

What surfaced in Kondo’s mind was a feeling of regret.

The thought of a pact that didn’t materialize made the heart feel like it was about to burst open.

“Tatsuya, I have a favor to ask of you.”

“I’ll do as I am told. I’ll do anything I can as your friend.”

That’s right, it’s karma.

To convey his gratitude to this Rudra, who calls himself a friend and gives his existence in this world meaning.

Even so, that request is too cruel isn’t it…?

“A long time ago, I asked Damrada for a favor. If I loses my ideals, I hope you, as a friend, can stop me. But I have lived too long, and Damrada is too gentle to kill me himself. I’m sorry that I made such a big request of him.”

“That’s…”

“So, Tatsuya. If it were you, would you be able to calmly make a judgement to kill me? Go and get in the way of Damrada. You stop me.”

No, think of it my way…

For he himself equally wanted Rudra to live.

Rudra is calm, sensible and full of dominance.

He is the vision of Kondo and the hard-won lord.

This man stopped Kondo, who had failed to protect his country and was about to commit suicide in this world, and became Kondo’s friend.

The great hero, Emperor Rudra.

Despite this, Kondo agreed to Rudra’s request because Kondo knew Rudra’s bitterness.

Rudra’s body, his radiant “soul,” had long since reached its limit.

Presumably the result of countless reincarnations to control the special powers of the King of Justice.

Relying on his own unique skill of ‘interpreting readers’, Kondo understood this fact more deeply than anyone else.

Probably, more than Velgrynd understood.

Velgrynd had become blinded by her love for Rudra, and no doubt would have been furious if she had learned of this request Rudra had made to Damrada and Kondo.

Rudra’s request to Kondo was, in a sense, justified.

As long as it is promised, it must be kept.

If asked why, it’s because conventions are such things.

However, the time for fulfilling the engagement will come much later.

That’s because Rudra is still very much in control at the moment.

………but is that really the case?

Thinking about it now, there has long been a small sense of disconnection.

The icy look that Rudra occasionally showed was also too cold when making judgments.

Kondo only knew Rudra in this state, but he knew that Damrada was thus distressed.

If Rudra is indeed alive, what need is there for Damrada to agonize over it?

It’s really suspicious when you think about it.

Since when?

When exactly did Damrada really start acting.

Could it be that I’m missing something very important?

Following orders to obstruct Damrada’s operations may have been a serious lapse.

Having just met Rudra, he was indeed a radiant presence.

Kondo, however, failed to notice Rudra’s deterioration.

The moment he realized this fact, Kondo’s mind became clear.

It’s like the inner shackles are liberated –

—So, I was already…at the mercy of the ‘King of Justice’…

‘What a wimp,’ he can’t help but sigh.

That’s right.

Instead of getting in his way when Damrada was preparing to kill Rudra, he should have taken the lead.

That way, he would have stopped Rudra.

Me, how out of character is this…

It is now irreparable.

The reason why Kondo had been freed from the domination of the ‘King of Justice’ wasn’t clear, except that he couldn’t even move a finger now.

One can only wait quietly for death.

I’m so useless. Whether it’s carrying the pain with you or alleviating it, I’ve failed to do so. And…the covenant that brings you relief also…

The task of stopping Rudra was probably not going to happen no matter how much thought was put into it.

It can only be so, with remorse, to death…

………..

……..

…

“Hey, don’t go to sleep, keep fighting!”

As if to interrupt someone else’s sleep, such talk came.

After opening his eyes slightly, he saw the enemy who had been fighting a deadly battle with himself until just now, looking over at him with a very irritated probe.

The demon with the shining blond hair had a smile on her face as if she could chase away a sleeping demon.

Sure enough, very beautiful.

—Don’t say such strong words. I’m dying, how can I keep fighting?

“Huh? I don’t think there’s a winner yet.”

Heh, heh, a showdown? Yeah, sure…you’re so, so unreasonable…

His own meaning should have been impossible to convey to the other party, and Kondo smiled faintly even as he listened to Carrera’s words.

Carrera’s energy was almost depleted, and presumably in a state of near annihilation—laughter welled up at the thought of it.

He tries to get to his feet but fails miserably

It’s ugly.

I’m sure I didn’t get anything done.

So free and pure compared to himself, the demon before him…

I’m jealous, really.

His heart really thinks so.

So Kondo, spoke words that even he didn’t know the meaning of.

“There is a…request…with…my gun, please kill His Majesty…”

He wanted to entrust his mission to the enemy.

What am I doing, making such a stupid request to an opponent who’s been fighting until now?

The aspirations of the defeated are only met with ridicule.

But somehow it came out anyway.

Carrera picked up the large Southern-style automatic pistol that had landed on the ground.

“This? It’s broken.”

That’s true, Kondo thought hazily.

One is surprisingly naive to think that the other might listen to one’s wishes.

The demons are not so gentle.

Kondo understood very well that reality is relentless.

His awareness fades.

Even as a “saint” who became a spiritual being, the original Kondo was only a human being, and if his

“soul” was destroyed, he could not be resurrected.

A strike from Carrera dealt Kondo a nasty blow.

He can actually feel the collapse from the end.

At this stage, resurrection is no longer possible.

“Hmph, just because the toy broke you gave up? It’s not like you’re the one who gave me a taste of pain. It’s a real bummer to have a fight like this.”

I really didn’t expect to be encouraged by the enemy.

Kondo used his last breath to reveal a bitter smile.

“Heh, heh, it is indeed…pleasant. I’m so ashamed of myself, I feel…funny…”

After saying this, there was no desire to maintain consciousness.

But—

“Wait, don’t die yet. Let me kill the emperor or whatever.”

……?

“How stupid! What’s the payoff? It’s common sense that a deed is necessary to get a demon to work for you!”

Originally, Carrera was absolutely incapable of engaging the demon.

However, for some reason, she felt that she could not help listening to Kondo’s wishes.

But working for free definitely doesn’t cut it.

Facing Carrera, who looked a bit flustered, Kondo couldn’t help but laugh.

It’s really enjoyable.

He is the devil of the enemy.

This seemingly somewhat embarrassed panicked gesture of hers healed Kondo’s heart.

“Everything I have…all of it, including my soul, please.”

He’s already out of words.

With the last of his strength, Kondo opened his eyes, looking towards Carrera with a strong will.

To believe the demon’s words is to laugh at yourself.

But still, he carved that beautiful face into his mind and entrusted his wishes to her.

Hopefully that thought would pass to Carrera, perhaps it’s just Kondo’s wishful thinking.

Even so, he’s betting on this last hope in order to save his unhelpful self.

The sound of his inept voice was conveyed to Carrera.

“This wish, I have received. I, in the name of Carrera, the King of Destruction, recognize the deed! I’ll make your wish come true.”

Hearing this serious declaration, Kondo flashed a smile.

The already disengaged hand made a movement by will alone, reaching for Carrera. What his fingers touched was the pistol that Carrera asserted had been damaged.

The moment Kondo’s fingers made contact, the large Southern-style automatic pistol blossomed with a golden glow, bathed in Kondo’s power, and the material of the pistol gradually changed to mythical grade.

Kondo’s “soul” is also taken over by Carrera through a pistol, however, it does not contain a heart core.

Carrera knew.

A person who reaches the realm of sinlessness after enlightenment, even if his soul is bound, cannot dispose of the core of his heart at will.

Liberated from reincarnation without any constraints and set off towards the agreed place.

That is, liberation.

It made Carrera feel lonely.

“Hmph, that’s no fun. It is rare to meet such a resolute opponent…”

Just as she whispered a small sigh—

<> It felt like hearing that.

Carrera hurriedly turned her awareness to the pistol in her hand.

The pistol shines with a more dazzling golden light, as if it were silently saying, “So you’re not lonely anymore.”

The pistol was undoubtedly Kondo’s relic, and today it was Carrera’s new partner.

“So it is…You, who are with me.”

She finished and saw the pistol seem to flash.

At the same time, it was felt that a force was flowing into the body.

“—You’re too rough with using your magic. Let me help you use me more skillfully…”

It seemed like Kondo could be heard saying so.

The next moment, she understood everything.

In a short moment, Kondo’s power was turned into possession.

“Don’t treat me like a child, nosy guy.”

The man was so arrogant even to the end—Carrera thought so.

No longer feeling lonely.

Carrera rose to her feet.

“Congratulations on this beautiful victory,” Agera is very impressed.”

“You’re not bad. You deserve credit for living this long.”

“I’m a little embarrassed to be complimented by Lord Carrera.”

Although Agera was laughing, he was already bruised all over his body.

After being injected with a huge amount of magic power by Carrera, she was able to withstand Kondo’s sword skills with her blade, which almost shattered under the impact, and now that the changes in her blade had been lifted, all the attacks she had endured were returned to Agera, and it was a bit strange that she hadn’t been destroyed as a result.

Agera, however, was all smiles of satisfaction.

“This man, Kondo, is a descendant of your disciple, right?”

“It seems so.”

“A creature like man is not to be underestimated, the technology will be passed down from generation to generation and will continue to improve.”

Agera nodded happily.

“But he’s better than you. It’s a little something.”

Agera frowned again in displeasure.

“Better than this old man, but that man is an exception. If we fight only with swords, the one who wins will be this old man.”

“You can say that.”

Say it and the two will laugh.

In this regard, the two are quite similar.

Ahead of Carrera’s line of sight was the otherworldly rift that was crumbling, and in the rift a glimpse of Emperor Rudra’s seated figure could be seen.

“Come on, the fight’s just beginning.”

With a fearless smile, as usual, Carrera walked out.

Whoever dares to stand in front of us, let him taste the horror carved into his bones!

Agera followed behind Carrera.

He was seriously injured, but he looked unconcerned and at ease.

The enemy survives.

And…

Most importantly, the promise must be fulfilled.

***

“Single digit” rank three Graneet, the hero who has sustained the Empire from long ago.

A central figure in laying the foundations of the Empire and achieving peace for the millennium.

He was once praised as a “military god” by the imperial subjects and was also a great man who went down in history.

Now that he has retired from the surface arena, he has been appointed as the head of the Four Horsemen in the capacity of Emperor Rudra’s heartbeat.

He is a fighter who is skilled with all weapons and fighting techniques and is physically tough.

Although he is no less than two thousand years old, his black hair and short shaved black beard still give him a vibrant impression.

Confronting Graneet was the “Flare Lord,” Benimaru.

The two males stood opposite each other in the middle of the roundabout.

“I am Graneet, Guardian of the Empire.”

“Benimaru. You can consider me Lord Rimuru’s adjutant.”

The names of the two sides have been reported and henceforth only war will be fought.

“Ah, wait a minute. Aren’t you going to hear me out?”

“I’ll see what you have to say.”

“Nothing, it’s simple. I have investigated about you, and there are reports that you are quite a strong man.”

“That would be an honor.”

“Heh heh, that’s not blowing your mind. I’ve defeated a number of strong men before, so I think I’m pretty good at it. Even so, I think you’re qualified, and an ordinary demon lord would be no match for you.”

“What are you trying to say?”

At this moment, Benimaru was starting to get impatient in his heart.

He did not hate to negotiate, but now that the fighting was heating up, it was no longer appropriate to talk freely, and if the other side had intended to surrender, it was a different matter, as could be seen from Graneet’s appearance. Instead, it’s like intentionally dissuading the Benimaru.

The idea is spot on.

“I was surprised that you were so strong. Kondo was also unhelpful, as the Intelligence Bureau’s negligence brought us to a crisis in the Empire. If there are more losses than expected, it will be more than a showdown. So I thought I’d stop here and take an oath to be one of my men, huh? If you surrender, I swear that you and your men, I will take responsibility for their care.”

What a self-serving proposal.

The proposal to propose an armistice is too much to be beaten, and in the opinion of a third party, it will only give rise to such thoughts.

However, this is not the case.

Graneet, never thought of such a thing as defeat.

Only because they had lost a lot of battle power, they planned to absorb Benimaru and the others in order to replenish their battle power.

Benimaru had intuitively explored this point, adding a layer of anger to his heart.

Is this guy…going to use us as pawns? However, to the extent that there seems to be a corresponding strength to support his confidence.

Benimaru calmly commented on Graneet.

Since this proposal was thrown out in this otherworldly realm, it meant that he was also in control of the other clans, and it seemed that he was not only an escort, but should be seen as a martial artist who also had a tactical vision.

Graneet’s proposal is worthless to Benimaru.

“What will happen to Lord Rimuru, if not to my men?”

“It’s a shame, but that demon lord is too dangerous. In order to confirm your loyalty, it is necessary that you work together to crush him.”

Sure enough, Benimaru thought.

To say it’s a collaborative effort to defeat Rimuru is to expect us to kill each other.

Of course, surviving this might result in being adopted as a companion, and Benimaru is no fool who would believe such a blank check.

Most fundamentally, there was absolutely no reason for them to betray Rimuru.

“No, we can’t talk. We can’t betray Lord Rimuru.”

The reason why he was still listening to the other party was because Benimaru was trying to buy time.

In fact, just now, he had heard the “voice” of some unknown person.

That wistful and pleasant voice that rang out of nowhere brought a proposal to Benimaru.

<> Hearing such a dubious request, one would never nod one’s head in agreement if one were to do so normally, but Benimaru somehow agreed.

Benimaru’s race had evolved into a spiritual life form, the “Divine Flame Spirit”, but he was not satisfied with that. Benimaru wished to refer to the past experience that Rimuru had lent to him with his ability, and then obtain it through his own efforts.

That goal has been half achieved.

After witnessing the battle between Rimuru and Velgrynd and the other companions’ fighting figures, Benimaru also had an enlightenment.

Combining the power of fire, which he is good at, with his unique skill ‘Generalissimo’.

Although the power of Rimuru’s “Absolute Severance” cannot be reproduced, the “Red Lotus” has been rebuilt by Kurobee and has gained mythical strength.

The skills developed during the exercise and the racial characteristics of the “Divine Flame Spirit”, and the “Generalissimo” combined with these, are only one step away from reaching the peak of the ultimate.

The mysterious voice was heard at this moment.

Exactly what kind of changes would be brought about for themselves after the promise, and Benimaru wanted to witness that result.

Because of this, he responds to Graneet’s conversation, but he regrets it again after hearing the other party persuade him to betray Rimuru.

The mere hearing of such a proposal would be offensive.

Benimaru drew his Taishin and posed to face Graneet as if he had heard enough.

“Hey, hey, it’s not good to be in a hurry. The so-called “way of the monsters” is to follow the strong and leave the weak, isn’t it? Isn’t it commonplace for monsters to choose their masters?”

Hearing Graneet’s words, Benimaru’s brain felt like it was boiling with anger.

As a general, he is well versed in calm thinking…

I have no right to laugh at Shion like this…

Although Benimaru was so self-deprecating, he had no intention of holding back his anger.

“Draw your sword. I have nothing more to say to you.”

Hearing Benimaru reply like that, Graneet shook his head and muttered, “Oops, oops, oops”.

“I don’t understand. That’s mercy, my greatest concession? It is out of respect for your position that I have promised to let you become my men without pain…”

Graneet seemed genuinely incredulous.

There is no doubt about how strong you are.

It was because of the belief that he was overwhelmingly superior to Benimaru that he said things like that.

Understanding this, Benimaru’s anger steepened.

There is only one reason why they haven’t shot yet.

To make Graneet, regret his statement.

“You’re just pushing and pulling to make excuses for failure, aren’t you?”

“Hahahaha, what a joke. I appreciate your aura, but you might as well have some more self-awareness.

My men were probably proud that all three were defeated. I have no face to face with Your Majesty now, but if you nod, our strength will increase instead of decrease. It’s a good thing for me that you don’t have to die in vain, isn’t that a great way to build a relationship? You should understand after hearing that. I have no intention of using you as abandoned sons.”

Perhaps noticing Benimaru’s restlessness, Graneet shamelessly blurted out.

What was even more infuriating was being able to sense that he undoubtedly meant what he was saying.

Graneet exudes the dominance of being a hero, proving forcefully that he has no need to play that kind of gimmick.

“Since you are also a great general, think carefully. You think you can save your men, don’t you? And well, to tell you the hard truth, Kondo and Daramda are really strong. Damrada and I were allies a long time ago, and his character is well known to me. I’m the better man, but he’s also a strong man who won’t be defeated in the face of the “primordial”. Also, there’s Kondo, who is clearly a rookie, but he can match us as well. It was only because it was too dangerous that he had been brought under His Majesty’s control, but even the “primordial” is no match for him. That is to say, in order to challenge Your Majesty Rudra, you must defeat the four Absolute Strongmen, including Lord Velgrynd and myself. You also understand that it’s impossible, right?”

This guy is unexpectedly loose-lipped—thought Benimaru. A little bit of anger calmed down, intending to gather as much information as possible.

Some of the other party’s remarks were indeed unpleasant, but if forbearance for a moment could probe the Empire, then Benimaru wouldn’t have any complaints.

The Emperor’s inclusion of Kondo in the domination was concerning, and it seemed that Emperor Rudra did hold some sort of domination system skill.

“It’s unfortunate that you’ve been so vocal and unilaterally determined that we are the losers. Besides, even if we follow you, it’s not nice to have our hearts dominated, is it?”

“Hahaha, are you finally interested? That’s for sure, I’ve heard that the Great Ogre Clan is an excellent mercenary body, and also thought that you would decide whether or not to join us based on the conditions. On that note, feel free. As you feared, His Majesty does have the power over the people, but there’s no point in worrying about that.”

“……”

“Oh, not acceptable? It’s normal, but it’s hard to do. Consider it an honor to be dominated, but anyone who is not capable will be ignored. Besides, although Kondo was dominated, he himself was not aware of it. I’m the only one who knows the truth, and I can’t help but feel a little sorry for him.”

“I know. I can’t talk about it.”

Can’t really talk.

Graneet’s claim, too, is not incomprehensible.

No one would be unfortunate if I was not self-conscious of being dominated, that’s the way it is, so give me acceptance. No one could nod their head when they heard that.

“Is that so? It’s true when I say you don’t have to worry. You may not believe much of what I say, but to put it another way, I can assert that you and your companion will never be dominated.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re too weak.”

“What a joke…”

Benimaru’s anger flared up again.

Graneet’s tone was so natural that it was completely unreadable as a bluff. He had no insult in mind, just judged Benimaru and the others as weak, as a matter of course.

Benimaru prided himself on his strength since his evolution, but he never expected to be underestimated to such an extent.

“All right, listen up. You belong to the strong among the adversaries, but when you become partners, you do not reach the value of being dominated. It seemed that not only Kondo, but Yuuki the brat was also dominated, and now His Majesty was dominating even Lord Veldora. I think there should be no more power left to dictate to you now, and as long as you take an oath of loyalty, you will certainly be given permission to act freely. Even if you all go together, you can’t beat me.”

“That’s a lot of confidence, but I believe in my own strength too. I don’t want to hear any more of your nonsense, so let’s decide who’s right and who’s wrong.”

Benimaru picked up the sword that was on his shoulder and repositioned himself. He had thought that he might be able to obtain useful information, but now he realized that it would only be more unpleasant to talk about it any longer, and gave up the idea of continuing to pry.

Graneet sighed deeply, not too pleased.

“Monsters are incorrigible. It’s sad that you still can’t see reality when I’ve reached out to you. I have no choice but to give up on you, and then deal with the one who fought Minaza.”

Benimaru snorted.

“Stop that. Shion is more stubborn than I am.”

Hearing this, Graneet’s face showed a serious look for the first time.

“A joke…? I shouldn’t have made an introduction, do you know who Minaza is?”

“Isn’t it natural to gather information on the battlefield? We must carry it out. That’s what Lord Rimuru taught us.”

“Well, interesting. It’s a shame to kill a man like you.”

Graneet had finally pulled out his sword, and although he was able to use a variety of weapons, the sword was still in his hands.

The moment he raised his sword, Graneet showed a sudden change of atmosphere, so far smooth and gentle without a trace, but instead released a domineering aura like a spirit reborn.

The short hair on his head was upside down, as if he was in a rage.

“There is a saying in the stories of the otherworldly world: “The swallow knows the will of the swan.”

It means that the little guy can’t understand the big guy’s thoughts. While I’m trying to reason with you, just do what I say.”

“Do you want to lobby at this point? I’m almost tired of hearing about it.”

“Huh! Then go to hell! The Breaking Army – Shock and Awe!”

Graneet made the most powerful must-kill with the first blow, and he was sure that with this blow he would be able to settle Benimaru.

What Graneet excels at is the analysis of the enemy.

With the power of the “power of substitution”, the “enemy’s ability to see through the enemy”, borrowed from Rudra, it is possible to see the fighting ability of the opponent.

Therefore, Graneet had correctly grasped the strength of Benimaru and others, and because of this, he was sure that these people in his own camp could not possibly lose.

Of course, the enemy is not omnipotent, and when the enemy awakens to the ultimate skill, it is impossible to know the power of the ultimate skill.

But just by looking at the amount of mana the guy has, it’s easy to tell what level of power the other person has.

From this point of view, Benimaru and the others are not a threat.

Benimaru, Souei, Shion, and the demons, it was clear to Graneet that none of them had acquired ultimate skills.

“The primordials are difficult to deal with, and understand that it is not valid to deal with them, if the demons come in and kill directly, but it is Benimaru who shows up in front of Graneet.”

In Graneet’s opinion, Benimaru had the potential to awaken ultimate skills, but was no match for him.

The amount of mana of Benimaru was indeed staggering, and even then it was less than half of Graneet’s, and in a sense, it was normal to make non-threatening judgments.

And, Graneet didn’t take it lightly or slack off.

If the enemy has ultimate skills, depending on the situation, it is possible to get into a bitter fight. Once the combat time is extended, there is also the possibility of the enemy awakening to the ultimate skill due to perceived danger.

But just talking for a while and suddenly increasing in strength, such a thing is not possible.

So Graneet is looking to settle for an overwhelming submission that doesn’t give his opponent any chance to fight back.

It was already clear that Benimaru didn’t have a hidden skill like the flying dragons’ ‘transformation’, so Benimaru’s chances of winning would be one in ten thousand.

Because of this, Graneet will undoubtedly win…

“It’s so gentle, so pompous, but it’s no big deal.”

“What, what…?”

Unexpected things happen.

The energy contained in the Broken Army – Kinetic Shock was enough to crush Benimaru into pieces, but he was blocked by Benimaru’s sword.

This is an impossible sight.

All of Graneet’s equipment was mythical-grade, and Benimaru’s Taishou, although considered excellent, should not reach the strength of the true mythical grade.

No, before that…

“No way, no way, no way…! Why—why have you acquired an ultimate skill…!?”

It’s only natural that Graneet would scream.

The ultimate skills that have so far gone completely unseen cannot be acquired so suddenly.

Facing a panicked Graneet, Benimaru was very calm.

“What’s incredible? A man is onee who grows all the time!”

Benimaru looked tugged on the surface, but his heart was filled with cold sweat.

The moment he received Graneet’s brute sword was the moment Benimaru gained his power, and Benimaru correctly grasped Graneet’s power in a split second.

As long as the time deviates a little bit, it is estimated that Benimaru will suffer horrible damage. While he may not be able to die, he really can not laugh out loud.

That was close. I didn’t expect this guy to hide his strength to such an extent, and I wasn’t careless, but without it I might have lost.

It was good to be with Graneet after all that talk—thought Benimaru.

“Well, then, it’s my turn.”

Benimaru collected himself and focused on the enemy in front of him.

As far as results are concerned, it is good to live, and introspection is saved for later.

The power just acquired was exactly the ideal form of his imagination, so Benimaru calmly and unstintingly displayed it.

The ultimate skill, the “Blazing Sun Lord Amaterasu”—this is the terrifying power from Ciel to analyze the power of Velgrynd and reveal it to the world.

Benimaru’s Taishin was wrapped in a black glow, the symbol of Benimaru’s power, ‘Amaterasu’.

There are two levels of meaning to what is called Amaterasu.

Understood as a meteorological phenomenon, and by extension, as a physical, non-burning, non-freezing, non-stop “invisible law”.

The other layer of meaning is even less so.

It’s the light of the sun, an extremely hot flame.

With the two characteristics of Amaterasu, plus Benimaru’s sword skill, it was hard for Benimaru to even imagine how much his power would rise.

Graneet lived up to the name of the “God of War” and chose to respond in a reasonable manner.

After only a moment of surprise, he regained his composure and began to look for Benimaru’s weakness.

Probably due to the acquisition of the ultimate skill, the amount of mana of Benimaru was reduced by a lot, and even then it was not something that an ordinary demon lord could match, turning it into a third of the amount of Graneet’s mana.

Unknown powers are a threat, but a full-strength shot can still win.

Graneet yelled.

“Don’t underestimate me, you little monster! The next blow is not going to be polite, I’m going to give it my all to beat you guys!”

In the former Imperial Army, Graneet’s strength was second only to that of Velgrynd. In fact, he’s so much stronger than Damrada that even with Kondo as his opponent, it’s estimated that he’ll be a tie.

This is still true today.

Simply because there’s no chance of moving the real thing, Rudra’s guard isn’t made for anyone.

Graneet puts on the full force, looking to take Benimaru down for good.

“Die, Army of the Damned – Shock and Awe!”

Although it was the same move as before, the difference in power was huge.

A fierce hegemony burst out, thunder and lightning in the atmosphere.

But these attacks only went through Benimaru.

No matter what kind of attack it was, it would not be able to capture Amaterasu.

At this moment, a roaring sound was heard.

Not in this space, but in some other other realm where something is happening.

Carrera, this guy, he’s really pushing.

Benimaru’s mind played out in great detail what Carrera had done.

Of course, it was not through the observation of Moss that he gained the ultimate skill of the “King of Blazing Sun”, but the vision of his men, who were connected to the “Soul Corridor” of Rimuru, became “visible” to Benimaru as well.

As a result, Benimaru also mastered Carrera’s moves.

“Let’s show you my collection, even though I just saw it, but let’s do it!”

“What…?”

Graneet failed to respond.

He had already turned to burning dust from Benimaru’s counter moves.

That being said, the scary thing is Benimaru.

The “King of Blazing Sun, Amaterasu”, who has been analyzing the power of Velgrynd, has the power to accelerate himself with the power of “Light and Heat Control”.

Although the moves used by Benimaru were not as fast as the Scorch Dragon’s accelerated speed, he had also become capable of using the Sword Flash with divine speed.

The invincible, powerful and fast…

“It’s called “prominence acceleration”. Well, I guess I can’t hear you either.”

Benimaru dropped the words and turned around with a look of relief.

Graneet is actually very strong.

He is also calculating, careful and in good shape.

Even so, it was lost, summed up in one phrase: “bad luck”.

To say that there is one thing that must be reflected upon, is the failure to do so when one can defeat the enemy. Graneet died from talking too much.

Not being able to repeat the mistake himself, Benimaru carved the thought into his heart.

*** Velgrynd was anxious.

This is because, her own ‘other body’ was eaten by Rimuru.

The dreaded Demon Lord Rimuru.

Unable to communicate with the eaten ‘other body’, the thoughts transmitted here are swallowed into the abyss without any response.

Even injecting energy is like throwing yourself into a bottomless swamp. Understanding that these actions made no sense, Velgrynd bit her lower lip lightly.

About half of the energy just disappeared, and there was no sign of it going back. Confident and invincible, ‘Parallel Existence’ had been defeated, and it was now difficult to remain calm any longer.

The Velgrynd now had only 20% of the amount of mana compared to when she was in her full state.

You can judge that you can’t win against Rimuru, and you must make a decision to escape from here.

“Rudra, he must not be put in danger…”

Velgrynd thought about it and decided to give up the guard on the door. Perhaps it was lucky that no one had attacked yet and she could walk outside without hesitation. If someone comes to stop her, then by all means settle it.

Unexpectedly, several silhouettes were found in the area surrounded by the eight doors.

“Geez, what’s with all the panic? Have you forgotten something, Lord Velgrynd?”

The one who asked the question was Testarossa, who was enjoying her tea as if she was the dominant one.

“…Primordial white…”

Velgrynd glared at the grinning Testarossa with a disgruntled face, and it was precisely because she was in a hurry that she became enraged by the appearance of this difficult opponent.

Testarossa smiled elegantly, in stark contrast to Velgrynd.

“I told you not to call me that, right? Or…is this a provocation?”

The skin doesn’t smile.

In the face of the overwhelmingly dominant Velgrynd, Testarossa remains unrelenting in her stance.

“You still want to fight me after all the pain you’ve been through?”

“Well, yeah. I don’t need to win, just buy time from you.”

Testarossa stood up as she answered, Velgrynd’s fist looming just in time.

The tables and chairs were shattered from the shockwave, and Esprit and Zonda had long since taken refuge in order not to get caught up in it.

Testarossa moved with ease.

With the heat that would have burned into charcoal on mere contact, and the inability to see the speed, there was no need to force a pickup of Velgrynd’s onslaught.

Let’s not talk about skills for a moment, there was a tenfold difference in the amount of mana between the two, and even though Velgrynd only had about 20% mana left, there was still a big difference.

Testarossa remained calm and collected.

It’s hard to win because there’s no means of being able to beat Velgrynd.

But if it’s just about buying time, there’s not a problem at all with Testarossa’s strength.

“That’s why I hate you people!”

“Gee, what a shame. I have the deepest respect for you, Veldora’s sister.”

“Pretentious. Then don’t make a scene, back off from there!”

“Please forgive me for refusing this request, don’t look at me like this, I still hate to lose. So, please let me have my revenge now!”

This is, from the heart of Testarossa.

Although it was impossible to win a real fight with Velgrynd, there was still no problem in disrupting Velgrynd’s mind. Even if it didn’t wait to rendezvous with the rest of the subordinates, it would be a little while before Rimuru would arrive.

By then, it would be certain that it was a victory for Testarossa.

Ahhh, what a wonderful victory for Lord Rimuru, to have the overwhelming Lord Velgrynd playing around like a child, I can’t lose either.

With all the means that Velgrynd possessed, Rimuru had already forced her to exert them to the fullest, so Testarossa would definitely not let this opportunity go.

Red and white crossed.

One side fierce, one side graceful.

The red and white intertwined with each other at an alarming rate, and the two did not touch once and faced each other again.

“Yes, even I’m surprised. I tried to gain the ultimate skill, that’s probably why.”

Testarossa replied with ease, as if none of this mattered.

In fact, Testarossa used the waiting time to pray for new powers. As a result, success has been achieved in making the form of one’s own heart figurative.

At the time, it felt as if an incredible “voice” had been heard, but Testarossa decisively decided that it was an illusion. Relying on instinct to choose the right answer is what makes a demon Testarossa.

The power that makes people care is called the ultimate skill “Hell King Belial”.

Like Ruminas’ ‘King of Lust’, she is in charge of ‘life and death’, but with a greater preference for the

‘death’ side, which no doubt reflects the nature of Testarossa.

For her, defeat was an absolutely unrecognizable humiliation, let alone death.

One of the conditions for the evolution of demons is “the accumulation of power up to an upper limit and over two thousand years”. It means not to allow a single failure, and by failure here, it means perdition.

The phenomenon of the flesh disappearing back into hell is called failure.

Strictly speaking, a “tie” is not counted as a failure.

However, running away is another matter.

A spiritual being is a being that is swayed by its own heart, and when it admits that it can’t beat the other person and stops challenging it, it’s a failure.

In this world, there were strange demons like Diablo who remained undefeated in the truest sense of the word, and as far as Testarossa knew, such people could be counted on just one hand.

As long as the heart doesn’t give in, that’s fine.

Thus, Testarossa never stopped challenging Zegion, and as long as the challenge didn’t stop before the win, it wasn’t a defeat.

It’s the same this time.

As long as there was no escape from Velgrynd, one day there would be victory—Testarossa had always believed so.

“Acquired an ultimate skill?”

“Yes, Diablo’s show-offs were tiresome as a reason, and the previous battle had made myself deeply aware that lack of strength was the main reason. Since skills are a reflection of the mind, they are not necessary for me and others. It’s always been that way in the past, but it seems to be ill-considered.”

“……”

“Maybe it’s because you can face your desires and feel your power being used in a more sensitive way.”

Just because Velgrynd also possessed the ultimate skill ‘King of Charity,’ she was able to understand the meaning of Testarossa’s words, and therefore realized more clearly that retreating from here was becoming difficult.

“What an abomination…”

Velgrynd’s uncontrollable grumbling made Testarossa laugh.

“Where’s the best compliment?”

Just as Velgrynd was about to burst into a rage over this response—a massive explosion large enough to distort space occurred.

Thus regaining his senses, Velgrynd looked back in surprise.

A door that was beautifully knocked off its feet.

Appearing there, was the blonde demon Carrera.

By the way, some of Leon’s notoriety was caused by what Carrera had done, but those things had little to do with the current side of the fight.

“Yeah, looks like it’s caught up. I hate losing too, let me in too.”

“Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo, no way. Oh, Carrera, I don’t mean to be hard on you, but aren’t you covered in bruises?”

“That Kondo guy is too strong, but I’m satisfied. I’ll give it to you today.”

The smiling Carrera staggered as she walked, and Esprit rushed to support her body, and Zonda immediately and thoughtfully prepared a chair to guide Carrera over there.

Agera followed out, but he was left alone.

“Since Carrera has chosen to be patient, we’re not going to be capricious, and we’re a little tired, so let’s just take a tour today.”

Not knowing when Ultima had taken a seat next to Carrera, it turned out that it was Veyron who had prepared the chair with care long ago.

The demons assembled in succession.

Of course, that’s not all.

Shion, Souei, and Benimaru, all emerged from their respective doors.

Seeing these faces, Velgrynd’s face couldn’t help but twitch, because it made her realize that the strongmen of her own camp had all been defeated.

Testarossa’s tactical victory.

The aspirations of Rudra and Velgrynd were about to fall through.

***

Moving the perspective from the sky to the earth…

On the battlefield, the heat of the battle was cooling.

Among other things, Laplace with Vega is in action with Kagali as his target.

Taboo Spell: The undead spell seems long over. More accurately, because of the loss of Velgrynd’s assistance, Kagali lost control.

It wasn’t clear how many undead elves had been born, but it should be some time before they started to move.

Depending on the consciousness of the undead elves that were boarding, it was possible to birth naturally powerful warriors, so it was necessary to restrain their movements earlier than anyone else.

Laplace would think so, and surely others would come to the same conclusion. Lt. Kondo, who guided the ceremony, could not have been unaware of these things.

“Geez, I’m getting a head start.”

By the time Laplace reached his destination, Imperial soldiers were transporting them into military vehicles.

“Oh, you’re Laplace. I hear you’re pretty strong, so a fight is inevitable?”

The man who spoke to Laplace was a civilized man in a different color uniform, Lieutenant Kondo’s white gown was very conspicuous, but the man’s bright red uniform also showed an unusual air.

However, he does not look very strong.

With a face that looks like it was made to look like a doll, it’s an incredible person with a gender that looks like a man and a woman.

The supposedly mediocre appearance would probably not have made an impression had it not been for the bright military uniform.

No, perhaps it was precisely because the uniform was too bright that the impression of this man could not be made. Laplace watches while he responds cautiously.

“Yes, my name is Laplace. If you give that man back to our family, there’s no need to fight?”

“Oh, well, that can’t be done. Look, there’s still a fight going on over there. I can’t run away on my own.”

This man seems to be going to a fight.

No way, Laplace was ready for battle.

“Then there’s nothing you can do. Who are you?”

Just ask, if you can answer, you earn it.

“Me? Also, not knowing is taken for granted. I am the tenth in the sequence, and I am the one who supports the history of the Empire—“Feldway”!

Feldway, resident in the Imperial Army, served as a reserve in case of vacancies in the “single digits.”

Laplace had also heard such rumors, but it was the first time he had seen them in person.

“Yes? You’re the man who’s called a backup.”

“Not a man, but not a woman either.”

“What a mess.”

Laplace peered in on his opponent while conversing, who was neither arrogant nor natural, posing as a combatant, nor trying to run away.

He’s a bit elusive.

Vega was anxious.

“Give it to me, and I’ll kill this guy!”

Laplace hastened to stop Vega who was trying to come forward.

“Wait a minute, I told you not to do anything rash! Chairman, they are basically hostages, so don’t take them lightly.”

Both Footman and Tear are alive and well and are now fighting a large number of enemies. If they were called, it would really be impossible to predict where the battle was headed.

Laplace cautiously tries his opponent’s attitude, but is hampered by the appearance of an unexpected character.

“Vega, come help me. Laplace is the betrayer, settle him here.”

“What the…?”

Feeling a strong killing intent, Laplace chose to retreat, and the voice that came through was from the trusty Boss, Yuuki Kagurazaka.

What was spoken, however, was not what Laplace had expected.

“Boss, get back to normal! To be manipulated by someone else, that’s not your style at all!”

Even the domination of Mariabell couldn’t affect Yuuki, with such spiritual power, he should be able to resist any spiritual domination.

However, Laplace’s words did not work.

Yuuki charged at Laplace without any confusion.

Seeing this, the bewildered Vega gave a twisted smile of pleasure.

“Yeah, boss! Can I eat this guy after we get rid of him?”

“Ah, yes. I’d love to see you get stronger.”

“That’s the boss, I see what you mean!”

Following the strong, Vega is such a person.

Lacking an ethical outlook and morality, living on instinct more than wild animals.

Thus not feeling in the slightest that his treachery was sinful, high spirits began to strike out at Laplace.

Yuuki and Vega can be dealt with by just one opponent, but even Laplace can’t be dealt with by two opponents at the same time.

Geez, this isn’t good. Don’t talk about saving the chairman, our family will probably be killed. There is no choice but to get out of here first…

Laplace’s idea is strategically correct.

However, it didn’t work out.

“There’s no use trying to escape. Is your name Laplace? You sir are both cunning and cautious, and it’s no good letting you get away, so let you die here.”

As the saying goes, Laplace’s transfer failed.

Feldway, who had been watching from afar, had ‘space domination’ over this area of the battlefield.

“Damn it!”

The hard kicks from Yuuki, and the scattered energy that Vega was releasing in tandem with the unleashed, were a good thing in the sense of a fight, even though Vega’s head was full of muscle.

The escape route is blocked and the chances of winning are slim. No, as long as Yuuki is here, there’s no chance of winning.

No. Is this the end of our family?

Even so, Laplace wasn’t about to give up and decided to bet on the slightest possibility of Yuuki unlocking his spiritual domination and exerting the strength he had been hiding.

“Go to hell!”

“You idiot! It’s you who’s dead!”

Using Yuuki’s attack, Vega is able to kick at the approaching Vega, who is unable to stand up for the moment.

“Hey, you’re good at this?”

“Not bad, not as good as the Boss, but we’re strong, too, right?”

“I know, so at least, I’ll kill you myself.”

“What?”

With a small sense of defiance, Laplace, noticing this, scrambled to gaze up at Yuuki’s face.

Sure enough, it’s a face he’s used to seeing…

Carelessly, Laplace, who couldn’t help but fall into thought, reacted somewhat delayed in the face of Yuuki’s fist.

Oops—screaming inside.

And yet…there was no pain coming through.

Because in front of Laplace’s eyes, Yuuki’s fist was blocked by a certain figure.

“Kufufufufu. It’s all your fault if you’re blamed by Lord Rimuru.”

It’s Diablo.

‘ What do you mean?’—Laplace couldn’t help but want to spit, but kept his weight up because this wasn’t the time for that.

“Eh, Diablo-kun, are you here to save me?”

“Huh? Why would I……uh, yeah. Are you Laplace? I’m here to save you. So, when you report to Rimuru-sama, remember to emphasize to him that I saved your life.”

As soon as he reversed his earlier look of disgust, Diablo revealed a bright smile and said so.

We haven’t even seen such a suspicious smile in our family once.

It’s remarkable that Diablo could be identified in this way by the admittedly suspicious Laplace, and of course, there’s nothing flattering about it.

“Yes, I know. I’ve been very well cared for by Mr. Diablo, and I’ll convey it to Lord Rimuru.”

“Good! So, give it a try!”

In fact, Diablo had just been told by Rimuru “What are you, staying here for?” Such a rebuke.

With everyone fighting, it was only natural that he would be reprimanded when he was alone in visiting Rimuru’s battle.

Although Diablo is responsible for escorting Rimuru, he is unable to say anything to Rimuru, who has forgotten all about what he ordered.

The sight of Rimuru alone, capable of commanding the whims of Diablo, is another moment of proof of this fact.

Taken together, Diablo ran out because he had been given orders to work, and afterwards, hearing Moss’ report, rushed here.

Not to help Laplace, but rather just to get rid of the suspicious elements.

Kufufu, you’re lucky to be selling favors here. In that case, Lord Rimuru’s opinion of me will be restored, I suppose.

So much so that Diablo is already thinking about what comes after the win.

“Then I’ll leave Yuuki over there alone because of the alliance…Huh? What? Isn’t this the Phantom King? I know you’ve been coveting this world, so it turns out that’s what’s going on, joining forces with Rudra, right?”

Ahead of Diablo’s line of sight was the expressive, shallowly smiling Feldway. Diablo’s appearance caused his smile to fade, revealing an evil ghost-like expression as he looked at Diablo.

“Is that so? Are you the Original Black? According to Kondo’s investigation, it’s true that the Black Primordial has become one of Demon Lord Rimuru’s men.”

“I am now, with the name Diablo. I have nothing to do with your plans, and if you try to interfere with Lord Rimuru, do not blame me for not showing mercy. If you choose to be hostile, I advise you to be aware of it first.”

“How kind of you to say that! It’s not you, you taboo demons, who keep getting in my way!”

Feldway stared at Diablo with fierce hatred, and this killing intent alone showed an aura that would kill an ordinary person.

But Diablo was unfazed, and said with a face as if provoking Feldway.

“Forget it. Even if I fight you here, my chances of winning are zero.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think it’s possible to win.”

After the two men briefly glared at each other, Feldway opened his mouth first.

“I will stand down for the day, and if you interfere with me next time, you will have to be aware, Diablo.”

“Hmm. For the sake of remembering my name, I’ll leave you alone. That said, I will prepare the means to kill you, so please keep that in mind.”

After a few words, the two stared at each other again, and then acted as if they were done, each ignoring the other’s presence.

Feldway gave the order to Kagali and Yuuki.

“I fear something may happen to His Majesty Rudra, and I must return to the flagship and make preparations.”

At his words, Yuuki, who had been spying on the situation, lifted the fighting stance, and Vega, dragging his shaky body, stood up, following Yuuki back toward Kagali in their direction.

Footman and Tear were called back, relying on Feldway’s ‘space domination’ and shifted away, including the entirety of the undead elf clan.

Diablo remained here and made contact with Moss. Now that it is known that there is a demon king among the enemies, the only one who can fight against it at the moment, according to Diablo’s judgment, is himself, though reluctantly, acting again for the good.

After the retreat of Footman and Tear, the battlefield battle came to an end, and reasonable instructions were given for the treatment of the wounded after confirming that all the men had survived.

Moss was very good and connected with Benimaru as well. Thinking that the work here had come to an end, Diablo himself arrived at the flagship by transfer after they had disappeared from Feldway.

Laplace is the only one left.

“What, leaving our family alone again…?”

Laplace muttered, slumping his shoulders listlessly.