Chapter 775 – It’s Not Like a Person.

The demon kings saw the existence in front of them.
A pitch-black shadow where the shape of the face could not be seen.

It was only a shadow, but everyone instinctively knew what it was and what kind of ‘minute’ it was.

An existence that dares to summon all the demon lords to speak out of the blue.
An existence that over 600 demon lords can summon without a chance to resist.
Only one person can do that.

There was only one true demon king.

No. Even if it’s not this situation, that presence.
Just by looking at him, the feeling of inhalation that made my knees bend and I wanted to give my all told me that he was an overwhelming presence.

I could feel the ‘authority’ that had been bestowed upon me since I was born or when I was young.

Among the demon kings, there were many who shed tears or bent their knees because they were unknowingly thrilled.
They are usually weak demon lords, those of the lower ranks among the 2 purgatory demon lords.

The devil above it. Most of the Demon Lords in Purgatory 1 felt awe.

However, very few Demon Lords.

In particular, the Demon Lords of Jin Purgatory felt ‘displeased’.

A magical demon lord remage that worshiped the true demon lord legend from the beginning. Diablo, the Demon King of the Demon Species. And with the exception of Dark Lord Daark, I felt that the existence of myself that I had built up until now was completely denied.

The sense of inhalation, which seemed to be controlled just by looking at it, and the reaction of the authority, which I thought was a body that fluctuated as if it wanted to go back, were unpleasant.

Pride that was too high instinctively rejected domination.

However, you can only deny it.

Most of the demon lords have a dirty temper.
It’s reasonable because the strong people have lived their lives freely without anyone to stop them.

However, even if he felt offended by the presence in front of him, he could never get angry.
I could never express this creeping negative emotion.

Even the demon kings of Jin Purgatory did not kneel, but only opened their mouths.
At least, Anito, the king of demons, barely smiled and broke into a cold sweat.

The four demon kings above him… Felt an unfamiliar feeling.

“Huh…”

Hardesh, the demon of death in old-fashioned clothes, made a sound that I couldn’t tell whether it was exclamation or moaning.

Arvedia, the demon king of illusions who would normally make a fuss, stared at the shadow without a word, keeping her mouth shut.

One of the four demon kings covered his appearance with something like smoke.
However, he couldn’t hide his admiration.

Lastly, the invincible demon king Amron… Felt the presence of the ‘lord’ he had seen a long time ago and widened his eyes.

Commonalities in their emotions.
Fear.

Even when the Eight Kings, Askatlov, appeared, he admired the existence of such a wonderful creature in the world, but was not frightened.
But now I just felt… Awe and fear.

“What are you doing!! Can’t you get down on your knees right now-!!”

Isisa screamed once more.
Arvedia struggled to laugh and tried to sarcastically ask if there was any guarantee that that being, a being that didn’t even know he had personality, was a true demon king.

But then.
The voice rang again.

[Fate has changed.]
[In other words. The time of destruction has come.]

The voice of a being believed to be the true demon lord resonated in my brain… When I came to my senses, all demon lords, including the four major demon lords, were on their knees.

Arvedia glared at the unwitting act.

Hardesch made a face of disbelief, making a sound that I couldn’t tell if it was breathing or moaning again.

“Ah…! You are the true demon king!!”

Isisa, the Demon King of Revelation who worships with open arms like a fanatic.

But her shadow paid no attention to her.
No. To anyone in this place.

It was hard to see him in a state of intelligence like Arvedia thought.
It was… Just a program that spoke prepared words.
A program that conveys the words of the true demon king himself.
And that alone had enough speaking power.

[My pieces.]
[As doom approaches. I will declare it again.]

The shadow exhaled ‘magic’.

‘…Magi?’
‘That one?’

Arvedia and Hardesh’s perplexity.
Amuro just sat on one knee and bowed his head in silence.
His face was full of cold sweat.

‘…I can’t see it wrong.’

It is the power of the master that I have known for a long time.
The one who was thought to have been sealed after the battle with the Ten Heroes and Pryunar.

Amron remembered a very long time ago.
The true Demon King was not a tyrant, but he would sometimes issue orders that were incomprehensible and accompanied by sacrifices.

Just like the current atmosphere.

[Put the pieces together.]

The word merger, which the true demon king mentioned earlier, popped up again.

Combine…?
Even before the question was raised, the world was split in half horizontally.
The demon kings floated to the top of the sky and the bottom became transparent.

And beneath the transparent floor, on the ground… Over billions of life forms existed.

Demons.
The Demon King’s people.

Their eyes were nailed to a single shadow, not the over 600 demon lords floating in the sky.

Soon they stretched out their hands like the dead and shouted something.
The existence of the shadows took away the wisdom of the demons and gave them a feeling like fanaticism.

While billions of cheers colored the world like a hymn, the words of the shadow resonated in the soul more clearly than any other voice.

[Do the most demonic thing.]
[Fight each other.]
[Seek death.]
[Extort blood.]
[These are my pieces, take each other’s pieces, put them together.]

At this point, even an idiot understood what I was talking about.
The demon lords’ complexions turned pale.

I mean, that shadow.
The real demon king… Is the piece saying that demon kings with authority should kill each other?

Why?

No answer came out.
But… The reward of ‘understanding’ came soon.

[I will make a new rule from now on.]
[My pieces. If you take the other piece, that piece, my power, will become your strength and manifest.]

Information that enters the soul before the voice.
If you kill another demon king, the information that you can use that power as it is or absorb it as power is engraved.

The information stirred emotions other than perplexity and anxiety.
It’s greed.

Greed to be strong.

[Step. My thirteen strongest pieces will be forbidden between you and the weakest pieces.]
[For you, ten thousand pieces are allowed to be captured by combining at least ten pieces.]

The demon kings of Jin Purgatory shone.
Even if the true devil’s intentions were not fully understood… It was clear that he wanted ‘elite’.

There are 666 of them, but each other’s territory is clearly separated and because of the unwritten rule that you must not kill each other, the Demon Lords only looked at each other like chickens.

They will kill each other from now on and take away their power.
Of course, most of the demon lords did not like this situation.
Those who are usually satisfied with their position, domination, and power.
Most of them did not dare to open their mouths to the shadow, who was presumed to be the true demon king.

However, some were different.
There are always those who stray.
A few especially violent and thoughtless demon kings stood up and pointed fingers at him.

“Who are you to talk nonsense like that!”
“If you want blood, what you shed…”

The words didn’t come through.
It was because a huge eye in the sky was staring at them.

Isisa’s authority.
And at the same time, a ridiculously powerful magic circle with hundreds of millions of magic overlapped in the sky, thousands of powerful monsters, and darkness were embroidered.

The demon lords who opened their mouths were pressured as if they would be crushed by the mighty devil.

Remage. Diable. Daarc.
The three female demon kings were furious and glared at the worms who dared to speak out against the true demon king…

I was on my knees before I knew it.

“…Uh?”

Remage has been vocal about being bewildered and besides her. The other three demon kings, including Isisa, immediately bowed to the shadow.

I don’t know what they did, but the shadow… No. The true Demon King erased the power of the Demon King of Jin Purgatory casually.

[There may be people who don’t like it.]
[I do not force participation.]

Not forced…?
Hardesh frowned as if suspicious, and the complexion of several demon kings who got up turned bright.

“Of course I won’t participate…”
“This is crazy.”
“For us to fight among ourselves in these days when humans are rampaging… That’s not it.”

The moment I spoke respectfully while looking at the attention of the demon kings in the Jinn Purgatory.

Chalarat.

The demonic energy of the less than ten demon lords who protested faded.
No.
Power is gone.
They became ordinary demons, not demon kings.

“…Uh?”
“Eww.”
“Uh?”
“Uh…?”
“Ah ah ah ah ah!”
“Ah! My, my authority!!”
“Oh, no! No, no, no!”
“What! What is this…!”
“Kuaaa!!”

Bewildered for a while.
They floated on an island floating in the sky and fell to the ground.
And the dark spheres that escaped from them rolled over.

[If there are new people who want to participate, the opportunity is always open. Just wish I will give you a piece of me.]
[However, it is regarded as the will to participate in this law.]

If you refuse.
Deprived of power
That… Is a punishment worse than death in the world of the weak and the weak.

The future direction of those who were demon kings who became ordinary demons will be determined by their usual behavior.
Those who behave violently will probably pay the price of slander.
And the demon king usually exploded.
There was no demon king who refused any more.
And the ten orbs that were rolling were shot out to some people on the ground.

They will now become the new Demon Kings.

The demon kings simply bowed down.

Even took away the power
There was no doubt now.
That shadow, that person is the true demon king.

The demon king of demon kings who gave power to demon kings.
No, the devil’s god.

A person who deserves to be called a demon.

Hardesh laughed silently, and Arvedia thought about refusing to participate, laughing even though cold sweat formed on her brow.

I wondered if the true demon king’s terminal could easily take away even the pieces of the four great demon kings.
Even if the power of illusion was taken away, Arvedia was already too strong without her power.

But in the end, no one took action.
The instinct to refuse to participate refused to reject him.

[Nothing.]
“?!?!?!”

Amuron, who was on her knees, trembled, and then her body trembled like an aspen tree.
The other Demon Kings were amazed.
A living legend too.
I never thought it would be mentioned by name.

[You must still be alive.]
[As I said before, if Yuna is regaining her powers in this era.]
[Do the last command I gave you.]

“…Honorable name!!”

Amron shouted at the top of his voice the slogans he had shouted when he was young.
Even though it was just a terminal that could only send messages, it had no choice but to do so.

[Finally, there will be my revelator in this age.]
“Here! Here you are! The true demon king!”

Isisa wept bitterly as she clutched at the wet veil with tears of emotion.

[Sometimes I will deliver my will to the Revelator.]
[Think and follow my words.]
[Of course, I won’t force it.]
[It is your will to the end.]
[I respect your wishes.]

Everyone quietly bowed their heads.
In a world full of silence, the shadow slowly disappeared.

[The time of destruction has come.]
[Prepare everything.]
[Destruction.]

Clink!!

The world is broken… Isis and Daark returned to the space where they stood, to Isisa’s residence.

Neither said anything.
Isisa prayed with her hands together and was thrilled that God had recognized her, and Daark also felt her heart overflowing with the real existence of the true demon king.

I didn’t doubt the existence.
However, I never thought I would be able to see you in person.

Gying

Suddenly, the space split open and two portals opened.
One is a magic circle, and the other is a portal made up of strange pieces of meat.

Soon, Remage, the demon lord of magic, and Diable, the demon lord of the demon species, walked out with flushed faces.

“Dark…!”
“Yes. Remage. Diable. We were…Right.”

They are demon lords who have been told that they are fanatics who believe in the true demon lord legend.
Fools.
They were right.

The silent joy of the three demon kings.
And Isisa took off her veil.

Light blue hair.
Its ears were pointed like those of an elf, and its eyes were surprisingly human-like.
Contrary to her voice that was close to that of an old woman, she was a beautiful woman with nothing strange about her appearance, even though she was in her mid-twenties.
Clear pale blue eyes that matched her light blue eyes.

But … Her appearance seemed to resemble someone.

“It’s nice, but we have to think about something other than the immediate.”

Chuck. Isisa said without looking back at the three people who stanceed and prostrated themselves.

“The true Demon King said that fate has changed.

Even Darc understood.

“…The demon lord of time that Frogl proceeded with.”
“Yes. The fate of the human named Alfred has changed.”

And as far as Isisa knew, there was only one variable that could change his fate.

“We’ll go and colonel him in front of Mr. Lee.”

Da Ark bowed his head.

“That would be nice, but let’s just watch it for a little while.”

Coincidentally, my terminal is also there.
Ishisa muttered while laughing.

“My terminal. You must have heard it too.”

Sensing the smile of the terminal he liked enough to compete for first and second place, Lee Sisa continued.

“Keep an eye on him for eight days.”

Kaitsu Hiro, the intangible human, and Askatlov. Prostia should of course also be monitored.

Even without saying anything, the terminal understood.
The terminal… Saw the ‘Devil of Glory’ stroking the terrified ‘Demon King’ next to him, and saying something to the humans next to him while pale.

And when the summoning time was over, I looked at the scenery of the floating island returning to normal.

Alfred is sobbing.
And seeing the man looking at him, feeling his heart pounding… He answered.

“Yes. Got it!”

Saint Evelyn laughed.