After Drismegian removed the cloak, the shape of the game changed dramatically.
　Overwhelming.

　The dragonborn by pushing the demonic beast into a person was beyond the level that an individual could manage.

''The flames...?　I can't take away the control...?
"You were able to stop my flame because it was a magical flame. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. But.....

　Great flames emanating from the palm of the dragonman.
　It swallows Grumberza.

........I'm a person and a monster beast right now. I'm a monster. I don't accept any magic mechanism.

　Therefore, they could no longer use magic to compete for the right to manipulate flames.
　Drismegian could handle the flames at will.

''Then it's a pure contest of strength!　Eat it.........!

　Glamberza, unleashing his full magical power.

''A-hazardous scorching hot uninterrupted flame hell!

　A jet-black blaze of unspontaneous flames erupts.

　It's an extreme flame spell that GranBaza has developed independently, and it's his secret technique.
　It's a simple power alone that makes it a must-attack, but it's GranBaza's own secret to make it a black flame by adding spell power.

　Due to the cursed flame, it would not go out, and even after it was extinguished, it would continue to burn its target relentlessly.

　The secret technique that was concocted to counter the strongest enemy, Arantzill, attacked Drismegian.
　However.........

''Hmph.''
''Nah!''

　The jet-black curse flame instantly dissipated in front of the hand that Doris Megian held up.
　It was as if the most powerful profound technique created by the legendary man did not get through.

''No, it's a brilliant magic. How dare you turn fire into black. Only one person in ten thousand will be able to reach this level in their lifetime. ........I wonder if the next step, reaching the 'red' stage, will be after you go up to Valhalla?

　The flames that are released just as a return gift will swallow Grumberza.

Guh-oohhhh!
Remember. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

　Grambarza tried desperately to defend himself with his own magical flames, but there was just not enough to offset them.
　Finally, it can no longer support itself and takes a direct hit.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this," he said. But with that Dariel, I suppose it could go much further.

　The two legendary heroes are defeated in the blink of an eye, and the adventurers who surround them are horrified.
　They, too, live in a profession where they live side by side with danger.
　I could fully understand the horror of the unhuman thing in front of me.

''d*mn it!　Shield-master front row!　Put up a defensive line at all costs!
"Archers!　We need to hold them back a little!

　The fact that they're not running away and trying to maintain their line of defense is probably due to the training they've received from Dariel's village chief on a daily basis.
　But for once, it's indeed the opponent's fault.

"This is an act of courage. Let's put out the coals as a reward.
I won't let you!

　Estelica flies away as the last hope.
　Wielding a semi-solid chi-sword as an apostle of Valhalla.

''The 'Splitting Sky Sixteen Meter!''
You're the least wanted man in the room, small fry.

　Even the sixteen aura slashing blades that were shot out with meticulous calculation were all burnt out before the flames.

''Kyaaaaaaaah!

　The main body, all of Estelica.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good deal more than you think.

''........Nuh-uh?

　Immediately afterwards, Drismegian noticed the shock he felt behind him.

''An aura slashing blade?　I see, they changed their trajectory and bypassed it while blending in with the flames from this one. So you flew to hit them from behind? Small and clever as ever.

　However, while being hit, Drismegian didn't seem to have been damaged.
　The strong demonic beast's scales were completely blocking the slash of the 'Splitting Sky'.

''Wisdom is powerless in the face of overwhelming power. That's right, it's the weak who rely on their wits. Being good at petty warfare techniques like you is proof that you admit that you have no power.

　Like Aranzir, like Granberza.
　If your original ability is outstandingly high, there is no need to cling to wisdom in the first place.

　Overwhelming them with force is the original and proper form of battle.
　However, there may be those who are not physically strong by nature. I'm sure there are some people who are not as strong as they should be.

"You are, after all, a scapegoat who can only get into the first class by playing tricks.

　Aranziel, Granbaza, Ida, Dariel, Gacita, Siegfriedgel, Sernya, and Drismegian.
　In the realm where those monsters thronged.

''No, don't get me wrong. I'm not rejecting your methods. It's the same as mine. No matter how much power you have, you can't beat him. That's why I'm trying my hardest to surpass him with my wits. I'm just as smart as you are.

　But.

'You are still fundamentally lacking in power. There's nothing more unseemly than the evil struggle of one who had no potential from the beginning.

　He released more flames and carefully burned Estelica.

''Ahhhhhhhh?
''Burn it, burn it. Let's test whether the Einherjar Body is truly immortal or not.

　Estelica is surrounded by flames that would have killed her long ago if she were an ordinary person.
　The tragedy is that she has acquired an immortal body given to her by the Transcendent.

　She couldn't burn to death, and she tasted the fire torture endlessly.

This is the torment that those who have fallen into hell suffer daily. O you who have ascended to Valhalla, is this not a good experience for you?
"Gahhhhhhhh?!

　I will continue to be burned forever.
　Just when I thought it was over.

"Stop it!　You f*cking dowager!
Oops.

　Drismegian lightly dodges the huge aura slash that comes at him.

''Ho, you've already revived. You're tough for your age.''

　Aranzir stood in human form with blood pouring from his mouth.
　He had received a powerful blow to his stomach, and there was a fear that his internal organs were injured.

　But even so, he stood upright without a hint of doubt because of his energy.
　From a fierce desire to protect his loved ones.

'Get away from her!　I'll kill you!　No, I'll kill him!　I'll kill you...!
Whoa, whoa, whoa...?

　The killing spirit is so thick that an ordinary person would faint, but Drismegian only takes it in a cool manner.

''Oh, come to think of it, she's your companion, right?　I see, that's a very touching reunion. Since you are bereaved, you didn't expect to see them again. I'm sure you'll be very happy.

　Another giant arthropod grew out of the Drismegian's abdomen.
　The cloak had been removed so that even the base of the abdomen was clearly visible, but it was so horrible that it was better not to see it.
　The tip of the arthropod was as sharp as a blade.

　The tip of it is swung down at Estelica.

Agaaaaaaaaah!
''Estelica!　No!　No, oh no!

　Huge knotted feet thrust into the chest and belly, respectively.
　It's like being driven into a log stake, and one stake alone is enough to be fatal.
　Still, she cannot die because she is already beyond death.
　It contributes to her suffering.

'Look, look, the sooner you help her, the more painful it will be for your wife.

　Of course, Arantzill doesn't bother with it, and immediately raises his stick up and leaps at it.

　However, the Drismegian has sprouted more than one giant new arthropod, and you can't get close to it.

"How hard is it?　You're aiming at a joint and it won't cut through.
"That's good, the one you love is ripped open before your eyes, and hatred flares up!　It's just ideal!

　To bring out the hatred of Aranzir, he further teases Estelica.

'For this amount of time, you would be an ideal nourisher for me!　Before you take in Dariel, this is an unexpected treat!　How about my luck?
Shut the f*ck up!　I will not forgive you!　I'm going to wipe out every last bit of it, oh, my God!

　Aranzir is a man who has fought with hatred from the beginning.
　His family was taken from him at a young age, and the only thing that fills the void of losing everything is his hatred for his avenger.

　The avenger is the demon tribe that took his wife and children from him.

　Normally, a brave man would target the demon king for a sense of mission or benevolence and fight the demon tribe that wanted to protect him, but Arantzill was different.
　Only he was the target of the demon tribe itself.

　Arantzill's goal as a brave man is to kill as many demons as possible to satisfy his desire for revenge.

　That too was ended by old age, and the flames of hatred subsided when he learned of his own son Dariel's survival.
　But when he meets his beloved wife again, the smoldering flames of hatred are rekindled.

''Hahahahahahaha!　Great!　It's about time to eat!　Now get a little angry!　Show me your beloved wife's intestines, or I'll make you more passionate!
"You ah!

　Everything is going to go according to Drismegian's wishes.
　Everything was going according to Drismegian's wishes, and the only thing that could twist that wish was...

''The Supreme Emperor's Sky.''

　I'm back.
　Dariel is back in the fray.