"Die!

Be burned by the wrath of the gods—[Wrath of the Gods]!! ”

The pure and cold killing intent was completely released without reservation, and the golden child hole of Rimuru reflected the human figure like a garbage heap, and said coldly.

Hundreds of droplets of water floated leisurely, surrounding the short figure, revealing a monstrous killing intent that seemed to freeze the soul.

The Flurry of Light pouring down from the sky reflected off the ground, piercing the knight's body before they could react.

Before the bell rang to announce the beginning, the silent slaughter began.

Mercenaries in poor leather armor and knights in fine metal armor killed indiscriminately and equally.

Occasionally, they will deliberately knock their hands, feet, or bodies off, causing them to scream in pain and cause chaos on the scene. As a result, even more tragic fears spread on the battlefield.

As a straightforward dwarf, the army of Deva Gang has always advocated external attacks, suppressing the enemy with absolute firepower, coupled with advanced recovery medicine technology, although brainless but very effective.

But now facing Rimuru's [God's Wrath] was in vain, the temperature of each drop of water was refracted through the convex lens layer by layer to reach thousands of degrees, and some dwarves were instantly pierced through their brains without even noticing the danger approaching, leaving a corpse with a slight residual temperature.

The blood of the dwarves accumulated more and more, and gradually gathered into a stream of water that spread to the feet of Gaza Dewagon, and the corpses of the soldiers fell one after another, and most of them persevered until the end to look up, hug, and protect the undefeated hero king in their hearts.

Unleashing his aura and revealing his position to Rimuru, Yahara put away his long knife, bypassed the dwarven corpse, and stepped forward to take off Geza Devagon's helmet.

"I still owe Ramiris a magic doll, so I'll use you as a material." Yahara glanced at Géza Devagan's terrifying face and took him into Tamami.

The cries of those who were unfortunate enough to step into the firing line and the panicked sounds of the knights who were in a panic because their comrades were killed filled the surroundings.

The battlefield instantly turned into a hell full of screams of pain.

The leader of the Falmus mercenary guerrilla group, holding his shield tremblingly in his hand, carefully guarding against the blazing light that would hit at any time.

He saw with his own eyes that the mercenaries who had traveled to several battlefields, whose strength was not inferior to his own, were pierced through his chest by the light that flew from unknown sources and died.

The newcomers, who are still very young, are driven by a sense of terror and wonder whether they should run away.

There is no point in resisting.

Just like the short break in class, the oldest regimental commander had just taken a breath when he saw the deputy regiment commander who seemed to have lost a hand fall in front of him, and finally realized that it was an enemy attack.

At the same time, I regret participating in this expedition from the bottom of my heart.

"Bastard thing!! What the hell is this!! ”

Faced with an incomprehensible tragedy, he became hysterical.

In the merciless light of the third visit, he was killed before he could feel the pain.

The leader of the mercenary guerrilla group of the Falmus Kingdom, who made a name for himself as an A-class warrior, died before he could understand what was happening.

The Knights Templar, to which the Western Holy Church belongs, and who specialize in monsters, remain faithful to their basics in this anomalous state of affairs.

"All the whole column!! Each class, take a dense defensive formation, and launch multiple against the demon barrier! Let the enemy know that in the face of the divine power, no matter what attack is powerless!! ”

The movements are well-trained, and even if the companion falls down, it is an immediate reaction. This level of proficiency even surpasses that of the army of Devakagon, which cannot be described as outstanding.

After the knights confidently opened the barrier, a coin-sized blood hole instantly melted into their heads, and the red liquid they were tired of seeing gushed out, and they died instantly.

As if mocking the powerlessness of the enchantment.

If there is blessing from God in the world, then there is also wrath from God.

Faith in God is meaningless in the face of God's wrath.

In the camp of the Kingdom of Falmus, in a particularly conspicuous extravagant tent.

The old man, dressed in a robe made of luxurious magical silk and holding a staff of powerful magical power, is none other than Larsen, the palace magician of the highest magician in the kingdom of Falmus.

Ignoring the distress of the students who had died one after another in the realm of magical power, he hurried back to the tent to check on the king.

At this point, even the spare body of the province has died in the town, and Larsen can only pray that nothing will happen to him.

King Edmaris desperately endured the suffocating fear that swelled up, and thought desperately with a confused mind with the thought of "the reserve of the guardian king".

The dazzling and beautiful light dances endlessly across the battlefield, and this alone makes the battlefield overflow with death.

It was too unrealistic for King Edmaris to understand why it was like this, and all he could do was tremble in his tent.

Lord Royins, who was also from the Western Holy Church, sent them here, leaving Archbishop Rehim behind, and he could not be contacted at all in the other party's magical realm.

"Are you all right, O king?" Larsen shouted as he gasped.

"Captain of the Knights, Fergen, arrive now!"

"Oh, Folgen! Well done. Hurry up, get out of here. For the time being, return to China first and regroup the situation! King Admalleys' tears and snot flowed down his cheeks, and he crawled to his side.

"Exactly. Now I don't know what's going on. If we don't get out of here soon, we'll be affected! ”

Yavin

Seeing the arrival of the two strongest warriors that the Falmus Kingdom was proud of, King Edmaris regained a little relief.

The next moment, a Rando of Light from the ninth.

"I——!!

The tent instantly became tattered, and King Edmaris crouched down with his head in his hands, and the High Priest of Rehim, who was standing nearby, had a bloody hole in his abdomen and fell to the ground in agony.

"Run now!" Larsen's whole face was wrinkled into bitter melons due to his old body, urging the other two to run out in one go.

Unfortunately, Vergen, who was walking in the front, had just emerged, and his head was pierced by the light from left to right, killing him with one blow.

Seeing this, King Edmaris burst out again with tears and snot that had just been contained, and his embarrassed appearance no longer had the demeanor of a king.

Everyone felt the same sense of powerlessness.

At this time, the air on the battlefield changed.

Descending slowly from the sky, the figures with black wings like bats were not very tall, but they were like a mountain pressing down on their hearts, wearing masks like ghosts and gods, and wearing sacred and beautiful clothes.

At the same time, a plainly dressed figure stepped out of the bloody Jura Forest, stepping on the corpses of countless soldiers of the Falmus Kingdom, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression cold, examining the few people who had escaped under the [Wrath of the Gods].

It's like looking at a dead person.

"Why keep a few of them?" Yahara walked behind Rimuru and said with a slight bow.

Whether it was the soldiers of Falmuth and the Western Holy Church, or the thousands of dwarves from Devakagon, they were all wiped out by the wrath of God.

If it weren't for the conversation in the central square of Limulu that night, he would have thought about staying here for a few more years after becoming the Demon King, enjoying a comfortable time with Miss Jing and the rest of the children, and if he could, he would have helped Rimuru solve the threat posed by the other Demon Kings.

If you are reluctant to leave in the end, it is not bad to give up the travel system in another world and live in seclusion in this world, just like Anatoly to run to the countryside, with his wife and children hot on the kang, and live a stable and warm life.

However, the previous conversation had made it clear to Yahara that these were just phantoms of illusory beauty. Whether intentionally or not, the blood on his hands could not be washed away.

There can only be one demon king in the Jura Night Turnpers Federation, and Rimuru's trust in him can be said to have dropped to an unprecedented freezing point after this incident, after all, no matter how much Yahara explains, he can't hide his selfishness.

Seeing the posture of the night plain, King Edmaris immediately decided that this masked man was the leader of the other party, and his fat body rolled and sat up, trembling and pointing and shouting:

"Wait, wait. You're the head of that country, right? I am, Ed Marris. King of the Kingdom of Falmus! Don't kneel yet! I have something to say to you......"

Before he could finish speaking, Yahara came to him like a ghost, and his palm slapped lightly on his shoulder.

"Presumptuous! I'm talking to your master......"

Without warning, the head of this fat pig-like creature spurted out large strands of blood, dripping on the ground, mixed with the smell of urine that he had been frightened of, which was extremely disgusting.

"O king!" Larsen exclaimed in surprise, but his body was too frightened to move, for fear that the demon would turn his target to himself.

After letting King Admaris scream and roll for more than ten seconds, Yahara healed him again and retreated behind Rimu.

Although she was slightly uncomfortable with Yahara's overly bloody methods, Kolimru did feel that the anger in her heart had subsided a bit, and her brain had calmed down.

"This is a misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding. I came here only to make friendships. I didn't think about starting a war! ”

"Ha unilaterally issued a declaration of war, and joined hands with other forces to kill more than 900 of my comrades, unilaterally you are the enemy!" Facing the fat pig king who spoke the words of the lake, Limuru coldly asserted.

But he didn't seem to give up, ignoring the crazy winks of Larsen and Renas on the side, he stood up with fierce momentum, and made a big noise in oblivion.

It was like a rogue who went to the casino and suffered a major defeat, and played a scoundrel and refused to pay the bill.

Larsen and Renus watched the conversation between Rimuru and King Edmaris as they swallowed their saliva and seemed to despair at the rupture of the negotiations, not even daring to make a request to Yahara.

The air filled with a sense of tragedy, and the scene was like a comical tragedy that was about to end.

"Mr. Yahara, do you have a way to lock these people up temporarily?" Rimuru turned to the side and asked.

The other party didn't answer, and the spiritual power swept over the three of them and put them into Yuya, and put them in the original location of Onimai Tsuji and the jade pot.

"Originally" means that they are completely dead, and in order to make Yahara Door evolve into a demon king more smoothly, they have turned into flesh and blood nourishment and integrated into his body.

In the end, their desire to live was never realized.

"Rimuru, the process of becoming a demon king may not stop, so for safety, you'd better summon an elf or demon to guard it first."

The surroundings were quiet, and even the sound of the wind sweeping through the leaves felt noisy.

"Okay."

Out of habit and instinct, Rimuru believed his proposal, even though he was wary of Yahara.

Hopefully, everything will be as he said, and the dead monster will be successfully resurrected.

Instantly dismantling the magic realm, Rimuru recalls the summoning magic he learned in the kingdom of Indygusia.

Sacrifice more than 20,000 corpses and unleash magic:

Demons are coming!

In Yahara's field of vision, the high-concentration 'mana' aura that swirled the heavens and the earth was absorbed by the magic array in front of Rimuru, glowing with a strange red light, and then three demon figures appeared.

"The breath of death in nostalgia, the birth of a new demon king. It's amazing!

With such an offering, there is also the first job. It's so glorious, and I'm a little nervous. Will you be able to serve you in the future? ”

In the middle, a demon with a strange and handsome appearance and a slender figure leaned over and praised.

"Whatever you want, the first job is to protect all the monsters in the nearby towns, and all suspicious people are arrested first."

With the appearance of the demon, Rimuru immediately used the skill [Heartless] to screen out 20,000 souls for himself and Yahara to evolve.

"Inform, confirm the human soul necessary for evolutionary conditions...... Succeed. The prescribed conditions have been met. From now on, the evolution of the Demon King begins. ”

As the voice rang out in her head, Rimuru felt her body begin to weaken rapidly, as if she had returned to the state she had had first crossed into this world.

Listening to the beating of his heart, Yahara also felt the drastic changes in his body, as if he had undergone a reborn cosmetic surgery.

Regardless of the individual's will, the body begins to mutate and rebuild.

The sight began to freeze the lake, and the consciousness seemed to have fallen into the endless deep sea, cold and pitch black, and the person was powerless to resist.

In the absence of a reference, time has lost its meaning, every second is infinitely stretched, and all skills and means have lost their meaning.

Unconsciously, Yahara felt a surging white light appear in front of his perspective.

A person who looked exactly like him stood in the light, but his skin was fairer, the color of the same clothes was pure black, his eyes were black and red, and his expression looked very calm.

The end of the night that has been sealed by Gojo Satoru for a long time.

"Why are you out again?" Yahara tried to manipulate his mouth and throat to make sounds, and couldn't help but ask the question.

It seems that Rimuru became a demon king in a coma all the time, right? Or is his physique still close to that of humans, and the way to evolve into a demon king is different from that of a monster?

"What you, mine, and not some separate individual."

The performance at the end of the night was much to the surprise of the night plain, and the other party did not look crazy this time as he did the last time he did in Shibuya.

"That's right." Yahara replied with a smile.

As a result, the two sides fell silent again.

"Isn't it funny that it's a person who thinks differently?" Yahara tried to continue talking to himself, mainly to pass the time.

"Really? What you've been doing lately isn't quite like what you could have done at Tokyo Jujutsu School, otherwise how would you choose to become a Demon King? At the end of the night, he raised the corner of his eye, and then said:

"But if you choose this path, let's go all the way to the end, who likes to always rely on others to survive?"