A series of beautiful obsidian scales in front of me. Just looking at them is a sight to behold. Each one of them is far stronger than the iron that humans work with.

　In addition, you can see that the details are gradually taking on a deep magic. This is a sign that he is gradually absorbing the magic power. Once this is filled, there will be no more fighting. Only a one-sided slaughter will begin.

　We must end all this while we still can. The jewel Agathos said, his cheeks growing a little wider.

It doesn't matter. He's the only one who can deal with Laboure. Laboure's not as tough or weak as you think. But a demon is still a demon. A demon is still a disaster.

　Agathos spoke while fluttering his reddish hair color. Her beautiful lips rippled freshly.

　His words had an ulterior motive. Agathos knows that he can't afford to devote all his strength to Lovell. Dispersion of forces is a fool's errand. But sometimes time and circumstance do not allow for other choices.

　Now is that time. Now that Vriliganth has not awakened, Kalia must face Lovell alone at all costs.

　But perhaps the old Lugis would not have entrusted the Majin to Kalia alone, no matter how correct that was. Agathos thinks so.

　That's why he asked. He was facing the great demon Vriligant. This is not an opponent that can be fought with even the slightest hint of regret. No, I don't know if it would be a fight in the first place, even if it were a normal situation.

　Lugis took a long pause before saying.

Don't worry. Kalia is my enemy and she is my woman. I'm not so low as to doubt her.

"...... So. I hope so. That's great. Then you know what you're doing. I'm gonna carve out his chest and get Fiala back. That's it. Target the heart, I guess. And then we'll get rid of this thing before it really wakes up. That's good.

　Agathos couldn't tell if Lugis meant what he said or not. But it didn't sound like she was lying. Perhaps his demonization had given him a kind of instinctive boldness.

　Jewels fluttered around Agathos, glittering and sparkling. Each of them was an enormous mass of magical power. The jewels began to glow piercingly as they transformed the beings and creatures stored within them into magic.

　The sound of shoes clacking sounded.

"Save them, but... It's a unique opportunity. Let's kill this thing right here. All right, dragon slayer.

　Agathos didn't have time to sound upset at Lugis' aloof voice.

　The magic sword was raised in a brilliant manner. There is no addition or subtraction, no martial arts. The only thing he did was to raise the sword on his shoulder with both hands and swing it out.

　--But everything about it is full of magic. A flash of purple light cut through the air. It killed the distance and devoured the inside of Vriliganth.

　The sword roared, seeming to rejoice in the flesh of the great demon. Vriligant's limbs pulsed slightly. That's what tells you that Vriligant is a living being.

　Agathos raised his eyebrows in a moment of admiration and annoyance. Then he kicks off the ground and floats up into the air, simultaneously picking up Lugis' body. Various gems supported their limbs.

"Hey, hey, hey, what a day to be hugged.

You're talking too much. This is no time to be silly. If you crawled on the ground, Vriligant would just jump up on your tail and crush you. Fine, you. Go ahead and swing your sword and slash all you want. I'd kill Vriliganth a billion times over if that's what it took to kill him, but I'll give you credit for making the wound.

　The beautiful obsidian scales were aligned. Between them, multiple slits ran down his back. It spurted out reddish-black blood and asserted itself.

　The wounds were as big as a man, but to Vriligant, they were minor. But the tear in its tough skin was enough for Agathos.

　The jewels that adorn Agathos turn in a circle and praise their master. Agathos' red hair flew in the air and he shook his body. His limbs transformed from child to adult, and his body transformed into a feminine form.

　His white eyes twinkled as he looked down on the world. Agathos's lips bounced in triumph.



Good, Lugis. You're no different from a human even if you are a demon. You borrowed that power from Drigman. That's not how a demon fights. It has to be more devastating, more catastrophic. I'll show you.

　Against the falling sunlight, Agathos stretched out one arm and snapped his fingers. The colorful gems responded with light.

　Countless lights focused on Agathos' fingertips. Once again, he snapped his fingers.

　Just like that, a torrential downpour of heat rains down from the heavens.

　Divine and majestic. There are many words to describe this sight, but only one remains for posterity.

　A rain of light so beautiful.

　Visible to the people and soldiers of the capital, it was a miracle.

　The miracle rushed into Vriligant's wounds. The great dragon moaned, the smoke rose, and the mountains rumbled.

"A complete overrun and unilateral conquest. That's the nature of the demon disaster!

　The rain of light burned through Vriligant's flesh, opening wounds. The Vriligant's outer shell is strong. Not only is it physically strong, but the dragon's scales and skin also carry a magical faith of their own.

　In other words, it is the strongest creature on earth. Only certain materials can cut through it. It has long been a rule that only holy beings or evil demons can tear the skin of a dragon.

　The current Agathos doesn't have the strength to pierce that easily. If we want to do it, we need a certain amount of time.

　But once it's torn open. He can at least push it apart.

　The dragon's blood spurts out. Agathos clenched his fingers. It would be a bit of a challenge to get to the heart from here, but it would prove that it was not impossible to harm Vriliganth.

　Then can you? Can we kill the Vriligant that was so powerful and unmatched? Looking at the dragon now, unable to do anything but expose his massive body, it seemed possible.

　His cheeks lifted involuntarily.

　Agathos gathers up the heat rays pouring from the jewel, forms them into an extreme light, and swings it down from the sky. It's a hammer. An iron hammer to kill the dragon is swung down.

　A huge cloud of dust rises up and even the surrounding terrain changes. These were not battles but rather the deeds of the gods.

　As the rain of light and the hammer poured down and the smoke cleared, Agathos breathed on his shoulder and suddenly heard it.

　--The roar of a dragon, shaking the earth and the sky.

　It was horrifying. He felt many insects crawling up his back. Lugis is calling Agathos' name. But Agathos didn't know what was going on for a moment.

　The only thing that remained in his ears was that awe-inspiring and majestic roar he had heard in the past.

"Agathos! If you don't want to be in a coffin, keep your head down!

　For the umpteenth time, Lugis swung his magic sword while calling out Agathos' name. The dragon's jaws were visible in front of him.

　The dragon's jaws were visible in front of him, unmindful of the little bird's defiance. It just spewed out breath in an exhalation-like behavior.

　It was no longer mere heat, flames or blizzard, but the breath of a dragon, a demon. The threat that had swallowed up so many demons and drowned out their existence was looming before him.