It looked like a small mountain that just existed.

　The mountain was decorated with obsidian that left beautiful reflections in the sunlight. Sometimes undulating, sometimes exhaling, the mountain seemed to be alive.

　Yes, it was alive. The only reason why it is standing still with its maniacal eyes shining piercingly is because it is waiting for the magic power to circulate in its huge body.

　Every time his heart thudded, the magic power went through his body. The magic around him was becoming more and more dense.

　In a few moments, it will regain its former form. And it will roar to regain its dominance over the continent and control the demons. Shadrapto, the Red Copper Dragon, could see this scene in his mind's eye.

　The Great Demon. Giant Beast of the City of Heaven. Vriligant, king of the dragons and one of the three gods.

　Even though he was far above, the touch of his wings hardened. Shadrapto's relaxed expression tightened for once. He hadn't expected to catch a glimpse of it again, even from a distance.

This is the outermost part of his domain, isn't it? If we're going to drop him, we should do it from here.

　At an altitude where you can see down the mountain. A human being would naturally die if he fell from here. Even the word "suicidal" would be a little lukewarm. Most people, even demons, would lose their lives.

　But the demon in Shadrapto's arms said in his usual tone.

"Enough is enough. All I have to do is fall and I'll get to him. It's easy, isn't it?

　The demon Lugis lifted his cheeks, even showing a bit of amusement.

　How can you laugh when you might lose your life in a few minutes, or even seconds? It's insane, after all. That's why you can stand up to Vriligant.

　Shadrapto let the words fall out of his chest and said.

"If an ant stands up to a giant dragon, it is a fool. How can you laugh?　Death is always miserable.

　Shadrapto didn't know what he was talking about. There was no point in stifling Lugis.

　However, when confronted with such an inexplicable existence, he couldn't help but ask a question or two. Lugis' way of life is the exact opposite of Shadrapto's. It is no longer a matter of difference in thought, but the souls must be far apart.

　That's why I'm somewhat interested in his views on life and death. Lugis thought about his words for a moment, and then said.

Yes, death is miserable. But it will always cling to your feet at some point. Then we should live to welcome it with open arms, don't you agree?

　The eyes that looked up at Shadrapto were not false. This man is saying this from the core of his heart, not out of puffery or anything. There is no pretense, no vanity, nothing.

　I have only one thought. He was crazy as a human, but even as a demon, he is still crazy. Even among the short-lived species, there must be very few who think and act like him.

　But, well... But then again, heroes always do. With that thought, Shadrapto let go of the body he was holding in his hands.

　I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this.

You'll see, Shad. Bite into it.

　Lugis really didn't ask Shadrapto to do anything more than that. As a matter of course, he placed his magic sword on his shoulder and began to crash.

　From an altitude over the mountains, he fell with a slash to his cheek. Shadrapto couldn't help but mutter as he watched.

"Well... I'll at least remember your name.

　A large dragon wing blinked, cutting the wind as if in reply. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.


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　The crash from far up in the sky has an impact that can cause you to lose your mind if you are not careful. The pressure from the wind and gravity can entangle your limbs, which is even worse than being underwater.

　Unless you're a feathered race, you can't move at will. The sky is still not the domain of humans.

　The only thing a human can do when thrown into the sky is to struggle and fall to the ground.

　However, the existence of demons has not changed anywhere in this continent. After all, they were disasters, not living beings.

　While in midair, Lugis swung his magic sword, cutting through the wind pressure. The sword did not leave Lugis' hands as if it was sucking on them, and its will drew its path as it wished.

　No matter how violent it was, no matter how absurd the trajectory. The magic sword affirms it, and builds a theory to make it happen. It's as if to say, "That's what I'm supposed to do.

"Oh -- welcome to the party.

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. The magic sword bounced as if nodding lightly.

　The Obsidian Dragon has only just awakened. It does not have enough magic power to move its entire body.



　But the attendant to protect it was already there.

　A doll with amber eyes and a bewitching shape. The cogwheel Laboure was there, transforming both legs into the magic legs of the blade itself.

　It was as if she had been expecting an assassin from the sky. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not. He was probably saying something in his usual tone.

　Laboure was fully prepared, ready to intercept him. Shooting down a falling object was child's play to her.

　But for Lugis, her presence was no longer in sight. It is not she who should be cut down, but the one she serves. That will never change.

　The ground is far away. The ground is far away, and while Daimon and Laboure are still only visible in the distance, Lugis grasps the magic sword with all his might in both hands. The poisonous hues stirred in response. The purple lightning leaked out, drawing lines of magic power.

　There was no sound. But of course, the magic sword was swung like a decapitation. The wind tore itself apart and made a path for it.

　Labur's eyes widened.

　--A moment later, there was a flash of light. The demon sword bit through the air and spat out flesh and blood.

　At the same time, the great demon Vriligant's huge body fought like a sob. His scales were unblemished, his beautiful form undistorted.

　But the cogwheel Laboure understood. There was a slight crack in the magic that had begun to pour into her body. A sign of a wound somewhere. Then where?

　That was easy. It hadn't touched the strong outer shell, but had killed it from a distance and wounded the demon from the inside.

　Laboure was familiar with that magic. There was once a demon who could kill distance and torture everything in sight.

　--Laboure understood everything. And judged. This situation is very bad.

　As soon as the magic leg is bent, a breath escapes from Lovell's lips. There was a hint of regret that he had to cut off that demon here and now. But she didn't even know that she could call it that.

　After a moment's breath, the demon's legs brutally pierced the ground and flew through the air. She flew through the air as if she were a feathered creature, her magic legs extended to rip out the heart of her enemy. Labur itself was the arrowhead itself.

　And so, the demon sword and legs crossed. Sparks lit up the air, capturing the limited moment before the fall.

　That brief moment of less than a few seconds. They certainly spoke the words.

"Majin Lugis. We thank you for your cooperation thus far. Let's hope for your immediate withdrawal--

"Majin Lovul. You know, if you nod now, you won't be here.

　Demon and demon bite each other, grinding each other. The roar of the great demon Vriligant was close at hand.