"Eat up, soul-eaters.


　At the same time as the sword was drawn out, the darkness that enveloped the night also covered the streets of Belka.

　The movement of the beast-headed demon god that had been spewing loud and deafening laughter until then came to a halt. The blazing red eyes are looking at me intently.

　As soon as I was pierced by the needle-like gaze, a faint chill ran down my spine. Maybe she's using magic with her gaze - a sort of evil eye. It's a good thing that you're a legend, so it's easy for you to do that degree.

　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.

　The face of an elf is almost gone, revealing the face of a lion-like demon. The magic power was churning like lava, and the raging spirit was raging like a tornado, and it was hard to believe it was from this world.

　If I hadn't witnessed this series of mutations, I would have judged it to be an illusory species.

　However, this demon god is about to appear in the present world in the form of taking the body of an elf. That was the part that bothered me.

　The illusory seed is fed by the enormous amount of mana spewed out by the dragon hole. At the very least, that was the case with the Hydra I fought before.

　Compared to the infinite amount of magical power in the dragon hole, the magical power possessed by humans and elves is negligible. There was no need for the illusory species to bother attaching themselves to the elves and taking away their power. If that's the case, the true identity of this demon god isn't a fantasy species.


Anima.


　I blurted out in a whisper. A runaway same-source being is about to eat the host and appear in the present world - the scene in front of me seemed to be like that.

　My kindred soul-eater has never tried to eat the host (me) before. Rather, they have always been rescued by the host at the cutting room floor.

　But not all primordial beings are as cooperative with their hosts as soul-eaters are. There are ten anima, ten different colors, and a hundred different types of beings. In the history of the swordsmen, there had been countless people who had failed to govern their bodies and minds by failing to control their anima, and there were even people whose bodies had been taken over by them.

　That elf probably fit into this category.

　It's not that I'm not a fan of the idea.

　--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

　I'm not going to be able to get rid of it. This is true, but the demon god in front of you is not just a monster or an illusory species, it is an anima. It would be a waste to just kill them.

　If he was lucky, he could secure the supply person who had the same source being (anima) in him, and he might be able to find out the secret of the same source being that the Gokens were holding. Even if I failed, there was no harm in me being able to feed on the crazy anima.

　Besides, I also wanted to try to see if I could undo the soul that had been invaded by the same source being (anima) to this extent.

　I recall talking to the sparrow before I came to Belka. The sparrow, a demon man, is connected to the same source of existence (anima) - the demon god - by his horns. The signs of this had already appeared in the form of dreams.

　There is no guarantee that the sparrow will not be tricked by the demon gods in the future, and it is significant to have a measure to take at that time.

　With that thought in mind, I took a step towards the demon god.




''Kill (Shar)!


　With the condensed power in both feet, I kicked at the stone pavement with all my might. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it happen.

　I got him. With that conviction, I swung my blade down.

　At that moment, a green light enveloped the demon god's body.

　It was a protective shield woven with dense magical power. Not to mention iron, the armor of the demon gods that would repel not only iron, but even enchanted weapons. As long as this exists, it must be extremely difficult to hurt a demon god.

　As if to confirm this assumption, the demon didn't dodge our slashes. I'm not going to be able to get any more than a few days of sleep.

　--It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.


''Ghiiiiiiiiiii!


　A roar of mixed astonishment and pain emanated from the mouth of the demon god whose body was slashed with a heavy blow.

　At the same time, a high-pitched scream erupted from the surroundings. Just like the last time, people were cowering on the ground, holding their ears.

　Perhaps the current roar was just an action for the Demon God to let out his frustration. But even such a casual action is affected by the magic of the roar of the roar, which degrades the spirit.

　It seems that for the demon gods, magic is not something they chant, but something that resides in each and every action on its own. So the evil eye just now was also an effect of magic associated with the act of looking.

　As expected of a legend, it has a place in the annals of magic. It's just noise that grates on my ears, but the damage around me is only going to increase as we fight here. Even though I don't have the right to help them, I have no desire to deliberately involve them in the fight.

　Besides, if the Demon God is as the legend goes, he might be able to generate fever, locusts and sandstorms. As expected, I couldn't let them do such imitations in the middle of Belka.

　I'm going to beat it out of Belka (here).

　Having decided to do so, I sharply fleshed out against the demon gods who were wary of the mind-dressing and tried to keep their distance.


''Goaaaaaah!''


　As if it didn't like our approach, two tails extending from the demon god's lower body poked at us with sharp tips. The wet glow is definitely the result of the poisonous fluid.

　I ducked the attack that resembled a poisonous spear, and then avoided the attack with my claws that came after it, and then jumped straight into the bosom of the attacker.

　And then.


Ha!　


　The left fist was clothed with all the jade that could be found in the left fist and slammed into the body with all the strength it could muster. The thrust out fist pierced the Demon God's defensive wall (shield) that was deployed again and accurately caught the main body.

　Gazump!　There was a strange sound like iron cracking and the body of the demon god flew off like a ball.

　As a testament to the power of the fist strike, the demon god became level with the ground and flew through the air. I kicked the ground again to chase after it.

　But before I could turn around, the demon god's body suddenly changed its angle and rose into the sky.

　The four wings sprouting from its back are making a violent flapping sound. It seems that they used that to escape my pursuit. They may have decided that if they could fly into the sky, I would be unable to follow them.

　The demon god, who had spread out his wings as a bird of prey, was now furious enough for anyone to see. Both eyes, looking down at you from the sky, are filled with hatred that is almost dripping.


''Guulyyyyy!


　How many times has the fiery-eyed demon god's mouth let out a bamboo roar?

　The four wings on its back were enveloped in a flurry of red light. This is a clear sign of an attack. Immediately afterwards, seemingly countless red lights erupted from the demon's wings and rained down on the ground.

　A ranged attack using the wings as a substitute for arrows through magical power. Perhaps each red light that poured out was a deadly weapon that could even pierce sheet metal armor (plate mail).

　However, even though it was a ranged attack, it was not on a scale that would cover the entire city. There was no way to avoid it.

　But if I evade it, of course the surrounding area will be damaged, and above all, that level of attack is not worth the trouble of evading.

　With the tip of my heart-suit pointed directly at the side, I unleash a slash as if to scoop up the approaching demon god's wings.


''Genso Itto-ryu hurricane!


　It was a new power technique that he had developed by referring to one of Cryer's signature power techniques, the Tsumuji Giri. It is a technique that uses the power to simultaneously unleash multiple wind blades created by the use of power.

　With a thunderous roar, the power technique soared through the air and collided with the descending demon's wings in the air.

　Instantly, an ear-piercing strange sound shook my eardrums violently. The space is creaking as the magical power of both me and the Demon God is competing with each other.

　The sound disappeared a second or two later.

　After a short but fierce battle, the tornado that dispersed the demon's attack attack attacked the demon in the air.


''Luoh-oh-oh!


　After receiving a direct hit from a tornado-like gust of wind, the demon god covered his face with his hands and roared - no, screamed. The four eagle-like wings were torn apart by the wind, and the scattered feathers danced in the night sky like flower petals.

　I kicked the ground three times, thinking there was no way I could miss this opportunity. After practicing with Cryer, I am able to do some aerial combat.

　In that sense, the fact that the demon gods escaped into the air was a blessing in disguise. This was because he could now use his jade technique without worrying about the streets and buildings.

　I'm not sure if he noticed me running up the invisible staircase and approaching him, but the demon god is looking at me with his red eyes wide open as if he is tense.

　I kicked the demon away from the outside of the city walls with all my strength.






　That night, the town of Belka was struck by an extraordinary commotion.

　The earth shook like an earthquake and rumbled like an earthquake. There was a roar and a crash that reminded me of a lightning strike. The roar of things, neither man nor beast, rang out, and the wind blew violently, shaking the houses.

　Many people jumped up, having their sleep broken. Many people were excited to see if they were being attacked by demons. I'm sure that some of the soldiers and adventurers who are experienced in fighting demons may have sensed the astonishment in the roar.

　But no one was able to accurately grasp the situation.

　That's also reasonable. Who could have predicted that the Dragonslayer and the Demon God were in a battle right now?

　I'm not going to be the only one who knows about the existence of the Dragonslayer, but even they know only half of the situation. They didn't know why the sounds of battle were gradually moving eastward - in the opposite direction to the desert.