Great demons. They can sometimes have multiple powers, but there is still only one source from which they originate. Vriligant has taken many powers, but there should be no exceptions to that rule.

　Then there is always an opening. We can kill him if we can break down his source material.

　The jewel Agathos holds his creaking fingertips as he walks through the darkness. His high nose turned up in the silence.

　There was a silence and a darkness that almost made him lose his own outline.

　Agathos doesn't know where he's going. He could no longer sense the magic of the phialat, and everything that should have been a guide was gone.

　But the lingering scent of Leu's soul would not allow her to stay. That will alone kept her legs moving forward in the cold darkness.

　Agathos's mind was swirling with problems: Leu's soul, Lugis, who seemed to be still alive outside, and Fialaert, who had turned into Vriliganth's heart.

　But all of them would be settled if only he could kill Vriligant. That may or may not be what he wants.

　Agathos clears his throat. There was no sound.

　Vriligant is inside the source. It represents his very source, his essence.

　Darkness stretched across Agathos' cheeks. He shook his head to rid himself of it, but there was a feeling that the heat had been taken away just like that.

　Without a sound, Agathos exhaled. She was now aware that she was frightened. Even with the flames of rage burning brightly, she was definitely scared.

　It wasn't because she was afraid of the darkness, or the fear of losing her soul and body at any moment.

　--It was only because I realized that I had misjudged Vriligant's true nature.

　His nature is not that of a usurper.

　This void.

　It was a terrible mistake. We were desperately trying to kill Vriligant, but perhaps he does not know death itself. Day or night, death is not given to him.

　Is that why Althea only took his heart? If that is the case, then what should I do?

　Quickly, Agathos sniffed a few times. There was no sound, but there was a slight familiar scent in this void of nothingness.

　Immediately, Agathos wrinkled his brow. He made a face that could not be more disgusting. His neat face showed a look of disgust.

　It was a smell I wanted to avoid as much as possible. A demonic scent reminiscent of a spirit god, or even a fairy, or even a Drigman.

　It emerged as the only guide in the void. If he could, he would have pushed forward in the opposite direction, but he still had enough reason to hold back.

　Behind his eyelids, Agathos saw Drigman's shoulders cowering and a hateful smile on his face. In the past, when they had fought side by side, he had occasionally shown the same expression.

　However, Agathos suddenly fluttered his long eyelashes and narrowed his eyes. I now realize that I will never see that look again.

　There have been many times when we have fought each other, but it is still too rare to lose a fellow demon. Agathos still doesn't fully understand that his existence is lost.

　A sigh escapes him.

"They're all... It's a good thing. I'll just conveniently leave and go. I don't need to know about the rest. That's great. I can't do that. Giving your life for a cause, for someone else. What's so noble about that?

　There was no sound. But Agathos said it as if he were complaining. He couldn't help but feel that he had to do it now.

　I'm never going to feel like I can't do it again.

　Agathos just walked, following the smell that made him nostalgic. The heat, the light, was beginning to drain from his body.


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　I can't do this anymore. There's nothing I can do.

　I can't help it. I wanted to complain. As he spat out a few clots of blood from his throat, he quickly jumped to his feet.

　If I didn't, Vriligant would just swing his wings or tail and I'd be shattered to pieces and splattered with bone and blood. The mountain surface would be a mess. It's a bloody mess even now.

　To make matters worse, it seems that Agathos is dead. The jewels that had been fluttering around him didn't react at all.

　It's no use. I'm already half-dead. I'd be dead several times over if it weren't for this body.

　My throat lets out a searing exhalation. My scarred frame goes numb with it.

　As if to ignore the screams from his body, he thrusts his shoulder toward the sky with the tip of his magic sword. At the same time, the purple lightning drew a flowing line, forming a half circle.

　At the same time, the purple lightning drew a flowing line, forming a half-circle. Dragon's Breath. The incarnation of usurpation that will take you to the bone if you touch it.



　The magic sword seemed to know this. It sucked on my arm and told me how to slay it. That's why I'm still standing here.

　As soon as I swung my sword, there was a momentary pause. The dragon, having finished breathing out its breath, begins to raise itself slightly.

　Now what?

　Vriligant's movements are becoming more and more acute with each passing moment. It was a sign that magic and blood were beginning to flow through his body. If only time could pass, he'd fly through the air and blow me off the mountain.

　And then it's over. There's really nothing I can do.

　There was a moment of hesitation. It's been a long time, and yet I feel nostalgic. I feel like I've done this so many times before. I've had a bad life.

But that means I can get through this one. Great, now there's nothing I can't get through.

　He said, letting out a self-deprecating chuckle. In his mind, he remembered Agathos' words.

　--That's not how demons fight. It has to be more devastating, more catastrophic.

　I didn't like being a demon at all, but I certainly didn't think I could kill Vriligant just by swinging my sword.

　With Agathos' help, he was able to get close to Vriligant. As the sword said, it would have been better to press the blade directly against him.

　If the situation didn't change for a few hours, we might be able to get by with that. But the situation would definitely get worse. He'll gain power, I'll lose power.

　I needed an absolute trigger to move the balance.

　Then this is what I have to do. No matter how much you hate it, there's always a destiny that follows. If it must be done, then let it be done.

　I put all my strength into the fingers of my hands holding the magic sword and said.

"Let's go hero killer! The enemy is the Dragon Hero. I have no problem with that. It's a good opponent, it doesn't get any better than this.

　At the same time, the rumbling of the dragon could be felt nearby. Vriligant was roaring into the sky.

　It was not complaining of pain, nor was it echoing any kind of emotion. It's a natural reaction.

　He's saying only one thing.

　--I am here. Look at me. Know my power.

　The roar of the mighty. It's so powerful, it could echo across the world. He was once one of the gods.

　Maybe that's all he has. Not an endless belief, not an undivided will, not a dreamed ideal. Maybe it was just his voice that inspired him and made him strong.

　But there is no way to know that anymore.

Let's stop ....... Your time is over.

　Biting his teeth, he wielded the Hero Killer. Then he mutters.

"I'll let you sleep in a coffin one more time - 'Source Unlock'.