688 who possesses a sword

"Ernea, you...... what's that?

Listaire looking confused.

Maybe it's in my memory.

Listeer must have seen the same pitch-black demon sword as this in the past, too. Where the two demon kings owned it when the kingdom of Armuard was raided by the demons.

But I don't have time to explain it to Listeer.

Me holding the Devil's Sword "Soul Spirit's Seat" in my right hand and the Wooden Sword of the Spirit Tree in my left hand.

The pattern of the first Soul Spirit throne I gripped somehow became firmly familiar with my hand.

It's like the white sword I've been holding on to.

"The Dragon King..."

Alex, our relative god, also opened his eyes to surprise.

Could it be that Mr. Alex also knows the seat of the soul spirit?

No, it's not weird knowing, is it?

It is not surprising that he also has any information about the Demon Nation beyond being a Divine Nation.

Not to mention, the seat of the soul spirit is the Devil's Sword, which stands for the Demon Nation.

But Mr. Alex's surprise wasn't there.

And I'll have another surprise, too.

"What...?

I didn't understand myself holding the seat of the soul spirit.

The true horror of this demon sword.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..."

Out of nowhere, a creepy voice sounds.

It's like, a disconnect.

A tortuous body bent on the distortion of the seat of the soul spirit was touching the mist stretched thinly by the world.

That was all.

That's all, the fog goes away.

Nor is it just where the blade touched.

The elimination of fog creates a chain and spreads to the surrounding area.

And the fog disappears without stopping anywhere.

The dragon warriors, who were fighting a people-shaped fog at a remote location, reveal themselves from the vanishing fog.

You will see Luvent fleeing in the air and Revaria chasing around.

Above you can see the full night sky and the dragon peak that creates a black shadow in the night darkness.

"What the hell is this...?

That's not all.

The chain of extinctions reaches the area that was erupting from Duranell's mouth and nose.

And every fog monster lurking inside Duranell let it fade away lightly.

The presence of the demon that was possessed disappears, and Duranell sinks to the ground without power.

"No way!?

"Hey, Duranell!

Listeer and Slutton rushed over to the lying Duranell.

"... good, you just seem to be losing your mind. Still, Ernea. You, what's that?

As I watched as the foggy monster vanished, I regained much more consciousness in Listeer's words.

What the hell happened?

I stared at the throne of the soul spirit in my right hand.

The pitch-black demon sword showed its presence darker than at night.

"Reiki...... No, is that a counterfeit? But why would the Dragon King have such a thing?

"Reiki?"

I move my gaze from the seat of the soul spirit at hand to Mr. Alex, who uttered words profoundly.

"With that in mind, you don't seem to have had a deep understanding of what kind of substitute it is, but what do you think?

"Yes...... Actually, you're right."

All I know is that the seat of the soul spirit is the Devil's Sword that the Demon King deserves and is synonymous with the Demon King.

In the last commotion, I reluctantly received the seat of the soul spirit.

But I didn't actually know anything about real performance.

I just chose the most powerful weapon in my hand instead of the white sword.

But this is the result.

Apart from whether it was good or bad.

To my pitiful reply, but Mr. Alex didn't look like a fool, and he told me.

"It is a terrible substitute for taking the lives of all those who touch the blade. The fog itself is the main body of the fog. Therefore, I touched the blade at the time you held it in your hand. And then, as its terrible effect must have been, it wiped out its soul."

Whew, Slutton was only looking at his face and looking at the seat of the soul spirit.

"You named yourself Dragon King. To my knowledge, it's like the Demon King has. Why do you own it?

Oh, well.

The Titan Demon King said I already had the answer.

That was about this demon sword, wasn't it?

The Devil's Sword in the Devil's Sword, destroying the soul of all who touch it. The Demon King was suggesting we use the Devil's Sword.

So he deliberately took the white sword from me.

But I wasn't thinking enough, and I didn't realize the Devil King's care.

I was wrong. [M]

It was all about separating Duranell from the fog monster that dominated my head, and I wasn't thinking of a way to defeat only the fog monster.

I was the one who misjudged the essence because I was so distracted by the wickedness of the Demon King.

Maybe Old Sleighsta knew this was going to happen, so I still wonder if he blamed the Demon King or didn't join me.

Yeah, I still don't have enough on my mind.

I've broken strong enemies and used a ban, but I'm still immature. When you start thinking, sink into the ocean of thought.

And when this happened, not half of what Mr. Alex said came to mind.

But it's only a moment, and I'm quickly drawn back to reality.

Of course, it was Mr. Alex who pulled me back from the ocean of thought.

Mr Alex said something amazing about everyone on this occasion.

"That rake was a treasure sword that my ancestors had. It was taken away by the rulers of the demons. My clan is grieving that it is to recover the rake from the ruler of the demonic clan and resurrect it as a god of struggle"

"What!?

Too abruptly, he was stunned not only by me, but even Listeer and Slutton.

"First, I want you to return it from the counterfeit"

"That's it!?

Until recently, fog monsters and Duranell, as well as Mr. Alex's hostility toward Slatton and Listener, are suddenly directed against me alone.

The tip of the divine sword was directed at me without blurring.

I can't believe there was a connection between the seat of the soul spirit and Mr. Alex.

Well, I happen to realize it's too late.

The connection between me and Mr. Alex, which included the Demon King, meant the throne of the soul spirit!

By the Devil's Sword, the Soul Spirit's Seat, the fog monster was lightly extinguished. Apparently, Duranell is just unconscious and safe, too.

But I may have drawn more formidable enemies than fog monsters.

With confusion and surprise, Mr. Alex relentlessly turns his hostility to me, who also forgot to assimilate with Ares.

But it was the brave Listaire who had interrupted me there.

"Wait, Lord Alex. I don't know what's going on there, but there's a lot of mistakes. Elnea was kind enough to help you and us. You say you will return the favor with vengeance?

"Listeer's right. I don't know anything about rakes or soul spirits, but idiots are on holiday, too. More or less, you're telling me the real thing's coming back because you recovered the counterfeit?

Slutton, too, checks Duranell's cheap, breaks in between me and Mr. Alex with Listeer.

"I don't care. What's the sacrifice of the future on your own, but no question about yourself? You don't think that if you rob a sword from Ernea, there might be more problems from it!

In response to Slutton's words, Mr. Alex responds silently.

"Elnea, don't worry. We're on your side no matter what. I told you, right? They want me to protect them no matter what."

Listeer's reliable words make my chest hot.

With the fog monsters extinguished and the surroundings visible, the dragon warriors could see this as well.

"God's husband, don't be evil. We dragon men are on the side of the Dragon King."

The dragon warriors, who were neutral about the fog monster crusade, rush around me.

And then we all pointed our weapons at Mr. Alex.

"My husband's enemies, of course, are our enemies, right?

"What are you doing? But I'm on Elnea's side too."

Celice and Namy, who were asking how things were outside the fog, also rush and set up a line of weapons on the listaire.

"Dear Alex!

Louvent screams in the air.

But Revaria is the best she can do to get away with it. So if Luvent distracts himself from intervening on the ground, there's no way Levaria would miss it in this situation.

I'm just chasing around now, but if the ruler of the sky on Dragon Peak is serious, the Heavenly Nation will be killed in an instant.

Did Alex understand that, too? He was asking how we were doing in serious trouble.

"... Indeed, you are right. It is against righteousness to turn the blade on the benefactor, although it is the clan's grief to reclaim the rake. But."

Then, I can't stop thinking about it. But do you say?

But maybe that's something we can't help.

The Truth of the Soul Spirit's Throne is held by the ruler of the Demonic Nation.

The Demon King also has the counterfeit.

If it's normal, it's like wishing isn't within reach.

Yet I am in possession of one of the imitations, not a demon king with more than 10,000 troops, but a few of my own people who act with me.

"Come on, you shouldn't think like shit, huh? Normally, if you want to challenge the Admiral, it's the market to knock him out of the surroundings first, right?

to do it, and Slutton smiles at the villain.

Then it's as if I'm the Demon King, and you and the dragon warriors look like the evil Four Heavenly Kings.

"If you want to challenge Ernea and take the sword, let's take us down first before we do it"

Listeir also laughs with the holy sword.

"That's what happened. The Admiral needs to step back."

"If you want to challenge the Eight Dragon Kings, you want them to take down the Dragon Warriors."

The dragon warriors are also motivated.

Mr. Alex sees Listeers building walls around me. And he shifted his gaze to me in the back.

"What does it mean to you to have that sword?

"This was paid for a disturbance. I don't want to use it like this, but I don't want to transfer it."

Because I don't need it, I'll give it to whoever I want.

That's what I would do with the hardware, and I have.

But I'm not gonna let these precious things go.

For the most part, if I give up on my own, I'm going to be pissed off by the rulers of the Demon Clan.

If you get angry, that can be an unpackable commotion.

Nevertheless, Mr. Alex wouldn't mind staying like this either.

Slutton has come up with some ridiculous suggestions about what to do.

"Well, give up Elnea's sword. But I'm gonna hang out with you for the depression, okay? I thought we were going one-on-one with the gods once."

"Doesn't that just mean I want to get busted!?

Me sticking with Slutton's ridiculous suggestion.

But that seems to have lost Mr. Alex's poison.

All of a sudden, we all see Alex laughing happily.

"Excuse me, apparently I haven't understood you correctly yet. Indeed, it is my hope that even imitations will be restored. But I guess it's premature to take it here. I've been friends with you for a while now, and I want you to think about it."

I might be tempted to give in.

You might choose to take it from me.

But before that. You need to interact with us and understand each other. says Mr. Alex.

And I added:

"Nevertheless, your offer is interesting. I would also like to have an arms test with the brave men of the people and the dragon warriors. How about it, Lord Dragon King?

"Yep. If it means no remorse, no fuss about this exclusive occasion"

Sometimes a man wants to be as violent as he wants without thinking about it.

I think that's the kind of guy Mr. Alex is, too.

And the bloody dragon warriors and sluttons, too, are accumulating depression and not rumbling.

Only Selice and Namy were sighing as if they were frightened.

Thus, an overnight militancy was to be held.

However, there were pitfalls here as well.

That, too, is the pitfall that leads to Nara.

"Fire, give me strength!

"Burning, extinguishing"

The first to cross swords were the brave Listeir and Mr. Alex of the Divine Family.

Listeir wraps a flame around the Holy Sword, and Mr. Alex puts divine art on the Divine Sword.

And blades and blades that bump into each other.

Kimmy, the metal noise shook up the night sky.

"Become...!

Listeer to be extinguished.

Mr. Alex stiff to surprise.

Slutton was also stunned, and I was stunned that the world was slowly flowing.

My eyes were following a blade that was slowly arcing into the sky.

Crushed is the Holy Sword.

The fiery holy sword of Listeir broke from the middle of the blade.