Chapter 297: 297 War of the Fools, Part 24 - The Demon King Born

"Be careful!

It was Esmeralda who shouted. But there was no need for her to cry, and the great men felt the killing until they were terrified.

"Wet."

"This... shouldn't be"

Pickert as well as Dogarov make a serious face at all times. Murder just makes it so, evil, overwhelming power intimidates the surroundings.

"This guy is no good."

Even the line flowed cold on my back. And things that threaten everyone, stun them, and keep their hearts and minds out of the cold. It's so easy to associate death it crawls out of a slowly crushed potato worm. Crawling out of the purple fountain, it has a demonic vibe somewhere.

For analogy.

Even if I know I'm going to die, I jump in. Such demons, the sight was unleashed. But it was a familiar face that came out of the fountain. Whoever it is, it is Muster.

"Muster?... No, you're not"

"Is that the line?

Muster replied slowly. But I'm no longer a mustard whose line just momentarily became intimate. Each cell in the line emits a warning. 'This guy is dangerous,' he said. Now, I can only count how many times my entire body has encountered an alarm so far in the line's memory.

"Ha. Better than when you were left alone in the army of the Demon King."

"What are you bumping about, Rhine?

Rusty asks next door, but he also had a cold sweat all over his body again. Rusty is not an amateur either. Instinctively, I can see how dangerous the thing in front of me is.

The line gently slaps that Rusty's shoulder.

"Rusty, pull back because there's nothing wrong with that."

"... what do you do?

"I fight."

The line speaks clearly. In his eyes the glow was returning. My face goes back to the knight's without realizing it.

Esmeralda was moving, faster than Rusty would stop him than Muster would connect the next word than such a line would take action.

"Buooooo!"

Boreas is not incapable of moving unless Esmeralda commands him in words. My heart is better than when I was summoned. He is the strongest servant, who does not need words or anything else, but moves 100% reflecting the will of Esmeralda. Esmeralda's call of Boreas' name is a matter of loving Boreas more than just a servant and later mood.

So when Esmeralda gets serious, she gets silent.

"Mm?"

"Golu!"

Boreas blows a mustard around his body. Not surprisingly, Muster blows up to the wall, but Boreas pursues him further and knocks that nail over and over again. Yes. Over and over again.

Esmeralda, watching how it was, did not move one eyebrow at the overwhelming advantage either, fanning herself gracefully.

"Pickert"

"Yes. Retreat, is it?

"That's right. I'm too ready to do it with you. It would be a good idea to temporarily retreat here and get ready. We are lords."

"Yes, sir."

Pickert bowed his head respectfully and began guiding the knights. Dogarov stands in a position to protect Esmeralda. The knights wondered why they would withdraw to an overwhelming advantage, but the well-behaved had already noticed.

Of course I'm aware of the line.

"Can't you?

Rhine speaks to Esmeralda. Esmeralda glanced at him sideways. She is not usually the one to talk to others during the summons, but did you decide that you could talk to his serious expression on a reciprocal basis? I replied to her uncommonly and completely.

"I can't."

"Not really."

"Not so much. Of all the opponents I've fought, it's a big one in five fingers. Not the best, though."

"You're not the best of me. Still a big guy."

Esmeralda and Rhine, oddly enough, imagined something in the same position in their heads. Master to them. More powerful than that, they have yet to see. By the time the retreat was almost complete, Boreas' hand stopped perfectly, stopped.

"It's too tight, Wind Demon."

"Golu?"

It was Muster's arm that held Boreas' nails. His flattering arm is stopping Boreas' nails.

"Inside, but... Mmm!

When Muster could do one thing, Boreas, out of balance, fell behind him. Mustard creates a light sphere in his hand, looking at Boreas' face as he rises in a hurry.

"Heh."

"You shouldn't!

Anomaly is impressed and Esmeralda is in a hurry. Esmeralda hastily countersummoned (unsamon) Boreas when he saw Muster use magic. When a summoner who summons himself is defeated, the part that the summoner loses is automatically compensated for by the magic and body of the operator. It's not strange that Esmeralda's body should disappear without a trace if it is wiped out of existence as powerful as Boreas.

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Esmeralda's counter-sumptions and mustard witchcraft were activated simultaneously, and with a single hair, Esmeralda escaped the difficulties. Muster laughs thinly as she sees her rush.

"Phew..."

"What's wrong!?

Mustard's reaction was faint, even though he argued with anger that Esmeralda had been ridiculed. His lips move slowly at his own pace, as if nothing else cares.

"Why are you laughing? That's because it's funny. Let's panic about it even though I haven't done everything I can yet. If we do everything we can, how will you react... just imagine, isn't that funny?

"What, so what?

Esmeralda trembled with horror with anger. If she was also angry at the humiliation, she was also the one who knew that Muster's words were true with calm judgment.

Look at that girlfriend, Pickert comes forward.

"Stand down, young lady. I'll buy you some time."

"... I'm going to temporarily retreat. Dogarov, prepare me."

"Yes, sir."

Esmeralda and the others, using Pickert as a shield, to retreat. That's where the cat demon comes in.

"Esmeralda"

"Chairman?"

Esmeralda notices his master's use of demons. The line doesn't know what's going on in that development, only watch carefully.

"What are you willing to do?

"Four-pillar summons will crush you once and for all."

"Well, not so much."

By the time you're ready, there's a good chance Pickert, who's stuck, will die. While Tetrastine and he knew the decision, he decided that was the most likely way to defeat Muster.

But Tetrastine didn't stop Esmeralda while she figured it out. Pickert is Esmeralda's squire, and even thinks it's easy for Pickert to have one life as a Tetrastine to sell favors to Krums here.

I could make Lissy fight, but as a Tetrastine, I wanted to avoid that. Lissy is a trump card against the Lifeless. I wanted to avoid revealing that strength here. Esmeralda doesn't say anything because she can also understand the intentions of her own master like that again.

"Okay, Chairman, I'll be ready."

"Fine, but you don't die here. That doesn't fit."

"Thanks for that."

Esmeralda goes back, even though she replies sarcastically to Tetrastine's words. The four-pillar summons is also costly. One mistake and Esmeralda won't be safe.

And she backed down with Dogarov. Later, Pickert stays, but the look of the confronted Mustard changes.

"Hmm, have you finished your consultation?

"Yeah, I'll do your stalling"

"That's probably not possible."

Muster put out a calmly analyzed word, not a feeling of superiority.

"From now on I will be one step stronger. By then it was right for an earlier woman not to skip us and use the strongest technique she could have. I guess the technique we're going to use is quite considerable, but during that chant, the eagle is going to tailor the woman."

"To keep you from doing that, it's me."

"So that's what I can't do"

The moment Pickert learned to be frustrated for a moment, the emotion turned to fear. That's all the strange feelings Mustard started to unleash.

The mustard looked at the line.

"Hmm?"

"... what"

"It feels odd. I can no longer remember your name, which I told you earlier. I guess my memories will be even more true whether I will be reborn into another being from now on. Were you one of my men or a friend?

"Maybe neither. I'm just gonna slash you."

Rhine said it just like that, and it was also true in him. But I don't even know why I remember loneliness on the line.

Seeing him like that, Muster laughs unknowingly.

"But... for some reason, are you familiar and trustworthy? Don't remember. Slash me."

"Oh, I'll kill you."

"Then let's have it so"

Finally, the word broke Mustard's body in two. A tragic sight when it comes to peeling. It was a completely different being that came out stripping his own body with a blood splash. The figure was about the size of a child, while the figure was a baby.

A baby who was born raised one cry as she took a blood splash all over her body. The air trembled tremendously, and the line deepened its calm as Pickert backed off one thing.

And the individual, who seemed to be a complete monster full of wrinkles without opening his eyes, let him speak fluently.

Continued

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