187 Klinge Defense Battle, part 5, apparently.

It's a common story to say who does what with the enemy in front of you, but that's not about Frau.

If we know it's obviously an enemy presence, it's because Frau thinks we should launch an attack before we speak up.

In the first place, the answer doesn't seem to come back where I asked, so I don't need time to make the decision to just waste asking.

Flying out with enough momentum for the ground to decide, Frau releases a straight right hand poke with the feeling of squeezing the impulse momentum intact when he grips only one of the spears he had erected.

As the attack pierces the middle of the female demon's chest, which was about to approach Flau in an unreliable foothold, it buries about inside the spear pattern as it blows its body backwards.

Originally it was an attack that could be a definite mortal wound, but the demonic women whose provisional first immortality effect is being applied by Frau will not die.

"Yog! Drag it!"

While screaming, Frau releases the two tentative first immortalities and junctions that were continuing under consciousness.

At this point, very fortunately, the demons who were still satisfied with the five bodies and lived apparently disappeared after they perceived that their exit route had disappeared, but it was the end of the line for Frau.

Even more of the corpse bombs where the chain continued, the chain stops and disappears because the target escapes, but Frau is not particularly problematic there either.

In the next moment, everything that was on the spot and shaping a tragic sight disappears from the ground.

If anyone was unlucky and watched those sights, they would have seen the sight of countless white tentacles emerging from the ground over the vast surroundings of Frau for only a few hours, dragging anything nearby to the ground even with any good fortune.

And perhaps in an instant he should have lost his sanity and fallen into a broken state of mind.

I don't know what it is, because it was so disastrous that I risked the spirit of that life form just at a glance, not knowing what it was.

As the sight until then had been a lie, the only other standing on the earth where nothing was gone was the remains of the demonic women who caused them to tear all over their bodies and hang tentacles of varying thicknesses, large and small, from there.

Flau's eyes are narrowed to a completely different vigilance than before, and the demonic women are fluttering their bodies to the left and right just looking at them all the time.

But Frau's eyes watched the tentacles bouncing back from the woman's body dragging the white tentacles that also tried to drag the demon tribe into the ground.

Besides, some of them not only got bounced back, but also flew a thousand cuts.

The presence waiting at your feet is a rather powerful one created by Emil and extended by Frau.

Frau was even more alert to the fact that he said he played that capture with force moves.

However, it seems that the presence at the feet of the Frau and the others was not only bounced off, they were trying to tangle up some of the tentacles growing from the demonic bodies of the women and drag them into the ground.

It seems that the antagonism of power between the tentacles of the demon clan, which is pulling back to resist it, is connecting its body to the spot.

"Do a terrible imitation..."

I heard a broken man who was hard to hear.

It was the demonic woman fluttering in front of Frau, and her throat was crushed by tentacles and not in such a state that she could speak very loudly.

In front of Frau, who wonders where the hell he's coming from, it raises his voice as he continues to outline between tentacles that are likely to hear a humming noise.

"All of a sudden... I didn't know you were going for the heart... she's an impudent woman"

"Because there are only a few people who want to be seen as women."

To Flau, who answers that, it rings its throat and laughs.

Flau thinks it's supposed to be crushed but it's unreasonable, but he can't help but actually hear such a laugh.

Every time it laughed, my shoulders trembled, and the pattern of the spear growing from the middle of my chest fluttered.

"Was this a bitch selling fetishes to men and waving her ass"

"I even named that bitch, and I didn't know you weren't going to name her. Also, are you less than a dog?

If you cut him back slowly on the provocation, it makes his body tremble even louder and laugh as if he had heard even very funny words.

New tears all over the body as it moves, and new tentacles are thrown out as blood is scattered.

"You're a dog with no less mouth. But let me praise you for your attitude before me."

I try to drag my legs off, and it's no longer turning into a mass of tentacles in the shape of a person. That takes me one step forward.

The move alone ripped off a few bright white tentacles that were supposed to have restrained it.

Flau only forgives his thoughts for the signs of agitation coming from his feet, but only lags behind as it progresses.

"You don't feel anything from someone who doesn't even know your name."

Saying, Frau goes through all sorts of thoughts in his head.

"Puchiyog," where Frau and Emil called him, the Lord of the Dragged Tentacles, had given him the power to not even scratch his body with half-baked power.

This is the state in which we have just eaten the army of demons and the three demons.

I did a light imitation of Puchiyog, who was in a fairly fulfilling state, saying that he would pull it off rather than hurt it, which could be said to be so dangerous that it was incomparable with the demons, etc. who had invaded.

If even one of those tentacles caught me, I wouldn't be able to get out with Flau alone.

"Who gets a made-up tentacle attack or something...... no, is it a picture that looks like Keith would be looking around in a rash"

He whispered and squealed. Flau's words didn't sound like a chunk of tentacles.

"Do you want my name? If I can stand this, I'll tell you."

When I wondered if one of the tentacles emitted purple phosphorescence, it flashed with a flash on my face.

The blow came from outside the meeting, but the purple phosphorescent light with the tentacles turned it into a blade and hit Flau while the tentacles were in the trajectory.

Don't panic, Frau switches his mind quickly as he tries to develop the magic of the Shield.

"Thunder!

A lightning bolt poured down a straight line from the sky clashed with a purple blade.

It was < thunderbolt >, the rare high magic of those who used it, which prevented even the blow of the brave man and drove the corner of the city to ruin, but the look on Flau's face distorts the blade of purple and the moment it hits.

That's only slightly because I noticed that Flau's unleashed magic was pushing down on the momentum of the blade.

It is said that Lianya chose the most powerful of the sorceries used to use it.

The effect time is short.

Keep pushing and losing, and hit Flau while retaining power.

"Oh no!"

For the first time, Frau raised his temper.

Both palms, magical enough to shine white, pinched the purple blade that struck Frau in an attempt to break his body.

The clashing purple and white magic winds and blows around Frau, who stands up in a palpable form in front of his chest with his hair and skirt hanging.

"Ho, have you endured? Is that quite right?"

The right shoulder and left flank of Flau's apron dress ripped as the tentacles said in a voice containing a grin.

The power that could not be killed is a sign that it reached Frau's body.

With white skin peeking under the black fabric and bright red blood flowing from that white skin, Frau says in a pressed-down voice without holding back the wound.

"Could you tell me your name, please?

"It would be good. Let my ears be honored to hear my name."

A blue muscle floats on Flau's forehead in the voice emitted by a lump of tentacles, but the tentacles don't notice it.

"I am the Demon King. Demon King Strass-Vasago. Carve this name on your soul."

"Ha, on the left. By the way, is that the main outfit?

"Are you an idiot? There's no way my body is like this."

Strass, the Demon King, answers Flau's question, laughing with his nose.

Flau thinks that he can't fit what is being laughed at and decides to leave it out of consciousness.

This means that the mass of tentacles in front of you is either the demon king's split or the terminal, or something that is running from the main unit, not the main unit, anyway.

That would be doing the same thing as the dummy body that Flau is currently using, but one big difference was the distance between the operating object and the body.

Flau's body rests between the sights of Lianya's castle, and his distance from the dummy is not so wide open.

But if what looks like a demon king's split is operated by a demon king who would be somewhere in the dominant realm of the demon clan, perhaps at the castle of the demon king in the centre, he would be operating from a distance that he does not know would be tens of thousands of times the operating distance that Frau is carrying out.

"Body, what are you capable of..."

Flau understands this because it is the work he is doing on his own, but the further away the distance between the body and the manipulator, the more difficult this hand work becomes.

At least Frau doesn't even think he can manipulate the adult version of his body that he's manipulating right now at the same distance as the Demon King.

"Spectacular waste," you could say.

"What are you bumping into..."

Thunder strikes pour from directly above your body as you speak.

It is the part of the body that I showed in the defensive sorcery without endangerment, but at the same time as the thunderbolt stopped, I let my tentacles wander when I noticed that Frau's appearance was imminent in front of me.

Flau, on the other hand, releases the right front kick on the center of the tentacle chunk at the same time as the approach, and after the shoe makes a blunt sound of wearing meat, scaffolds its wound tentacles as one of the tentacles wraps around his ankle, kicking his body for minutes with a left spinning kick.

In doing so, from the tangled right ankle, a small, dry sound sounds but Flau does not change his expression.

The minute Frau's legs are opened to the kicked clap, his body is skipped quite a distance, escaping the momentum kicked out of the bright white tentacle restraint that was restraining his body.

"Right ankle fracture... Pain blockade"

He shrugged. Flau seems to be broken. He steps on the earth with both legs without even his ankle.

"This body, for once, is also for combat, but it's more like it was built to serve the master."

Let your voice contain plenty of anger emotions to stare at the body for the Demon King that Frau kicked in.

"Thanks to you, Aya is on. I'll dispose of this already."

Dispose of it. The fabric on both arms of the apron dress that Flau is wearing as soon as he says it blows from the sleeve to the shoulder.

The bright white arms that appear from underneath make flax hair and leftover garments shine with a blazing, burning magic.

"Is your Lord a hobby for doll play?

Body for almost no feeling of kicked away damage.

Innumerable tentacles strike Flau, who is provoked but still advances again.

With thick, magical arms, Frau progresses as he plays them, but there are countless tentacles released by the minute body compared to both arms of Frau with only two.

The difference in that number creates an unbounceable attack and hurts Frau's body.

But Frau won't stop moving forward.

At last, when the impenetrable blow protruded deeply into his abdomen, Flau did not change his expression, nor did he mind the wound spreading, he thrust his magical arms into the center of a mass of tentacles.

"Say dummy. Use it in a thoughtful way. That's all it is. Was it a hassle to make it?

"There's no way I can show it to my master, such as the body that his stinking hands hurt."

"He's a mouthless guy."

The tentacles that were protruding are pulled back and wrapped around Frau's entire body with his arms stuck in its center.

There was no way he could avoid it, and Frau's body, restrained, sounded bone crushing from all over the place, not too tight by his tentacles.

But the look on Flau's face in a condition that is blocking the pain doesn't move.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but twist it before you do!

The sound of bone crushing further sounds, and bones bursting through blood and flesh emerge from all over Frau's body.

The joints bent in a direction that should not be bent, and the figure became like a broken doll attached to a child's eclampsia.

"It's too late, we've already done what we've done"

Flau's face laughed in his tentacles, even though he was left intact, even though he was blurred all over his body.

A demon king who fails to understand the meaning of that laugh loses his words to a running stream of magic that he can feel gushing from within Frau's body that he is entangling with at the next moment.

"The magic blow the master gave me. It doesn't prevent the demon king from becoming one of them."

"Do you say that this is... the magic of the people? Don't look forward to seeing him again."

"Yeah, look forward to it."

Frau whispers as he pushes his crushed body further into the back of his tentacles, bleeding red from the edge of his lips.

"Meet the Master. Because that's the end of your life."

I triggered that word and everything was filled with white light.