"It's like we knew at the beginning that Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer and could solve any problem, but we were like fools, thinking that we were the protagonist of the story, with our own aura and smooth sailing, and we loved to ignore anyone..."

At the end of the night, he reached out to touch the boundless darkness around him, and a bright white light was above him.

"Travelers who are free to travel to other worlds have a very cool atmosphere when you listen to it, so isn't it demeaning to ask for help from others?"

Yahara tried to continue with his words, and there was an embarrassing bitterness in his heart, no, he couldn't taste what it was like.

If you have to describe it in one word, it must be melancholy.

"It's really a naïve idea, can you become more noble if you get the Demon King qualification in this world? Continue to treat others with this inexplicable self-esteem in the next world?

Don't forget that our qualification to evolve into a demon king is still obtained by Rimuru. As hot and sarcastic as ever, Nightend unceremoniously refuted his idea.

"Whether it's a demon king or a traveler, it's like the things we did in Demon Slayer's Blade, both good and bad are presented in the eyes of others, and if you let Zero and Miss Jing judge, the answer must be different."

Yahara looked at the light in front of him, and he couldn't feel it at the end of the night, which had always shrouded his whole body in dark clothing.

"Evolution is almost over, and there's no point in arguing here, accepting who we are to find our voice."

As the last sentence faded away, the end of the night disappeared from the field of vision with the light, and once again walked into the darkness that could not be touched.

As if it had never been there.

......

After a break from the war, Rimuru and Yahara were transported to the central main square of Rimuro Road in the central city by summoned demons.

The townspeople, after distributing the potions that had been made overnight, gathered around the square and began to pray.

Under the command of Zhu Cai and Izawa Shizue, the work of maintaining the barrier is carried out

The powerful were on the outskirts of the town, guarding against the incursion of foreign enemies. At the same time, the magic power is released within the barrier to increase the concentration of magic in the barrier.

Everyone is familiar with their task and is concentrating on it.

The corpses of more than a thousand dead monsters were placed in the center of the square, sustained by Mulan's magic.

In the center, there is a special seat for Rimuru, which is a place to perform the Demon King Evolution Ritual.

At the strong request of Shizue Izawa, the night plain was placed on a small bed covered with white sheets, and it was placed in a place where there were fewer monsters around.

This is also due to the desire to evolve next to the victim as much as possible and increase the possibility of resurrection as much as possible.

The inhabitants surrounded them, clasped their hands together like the most devout believers.

The long-lasting happiness is always satisfying, and if you lose Rimuru-sama, you might go crazy...... Zhu Cai's white and smooth pretty face was full of worry.

There's also the presence of Mr. Yahara, and the sense of loss just by imagining it is so big that it can make the delicate body tremble.

"Limulu-sama, we, except for ourselves, are enough for Limulu-sama.

But Rimuru-sama, if you lose any of us, your spirit will probably break down dramatically. ”

Zhu Cai said to herself, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look at the two most important people in the Jura Night Turnpest Confederation.

If Rimuru-sama is here to resurrect monsters, what is Mr. Yahara for?

A very different style from the past.

At this time, Ziyuan walked quietly, patted her shoulder, which was still firm although she was a little trembling, and was silent.

Hearing this, the returning Red Pill also nodded, and at the same time profoundly agreed with it.

The change in Rimuru, who was a good person, was the result of this mental balance—the idea was convincing.

If he could, he hoped that Mr. Yahara would return to his usual routine, like every casual moment, suddenly popping out from behind and sharing all kinds of novel ideas with a sly smile.

Whether it's a human or a monster, Red Pill doesn't think it matters to him anymore, and he only hopes that Yahara will wake up and say the reason for his actions.

Because, he overheard the conversation last night, and he couldn't believe that everything that Yohara had done for the Jura Night Turnpest Confederation was pointing to today.

Red Pill, Shadow, White Elder, Garud, Liglu, and Gobta have completed the task of destroying the barrier and are on standby around the throne.

Shizue Izawa wore the white cloak she wore when she first came, and her long silky black hair was draped over her shoulders, like a day and night when she guarded her spare son, silently looking at Yahara's sleeping face.

"One or two don't make people worry, Miss Lingyuzi, you better wake up and help me......"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Izawa Shizue looked relaxed, as if he was sure that this Demon King evolution would definitely succeed.

"Inform, the evolution of the demon king begins, and the body composition will be reconstructed and evolve into a new race."

"Confirmed. Race Ghost Eater Super Evolved into Ghost Ancestor...... Success, all physical abilities have been greatly improved, the spiritual body has been superbly improved, and consciousness has become possible to leave the body.

Gain Intrinsic Skills [Infinite Regeneration], [Universal Perception], [Infinite Source Power], [Logic Change], [Elemental Child], [Gravity Mastery], and [Heart Eater].

I continue to acquire various kinds of patience and have succeeded. [Physical Attack Invalid] [Status Ailment Invalid] has been obtained, and the evolution has been completed. ”

Perhaps Yahara himself didn't expect that the blessing brought by the evolution of the Demon King would be so powerful, not only allowing him to upgrade the skills he has gained in this world, but also to upgrade his own abilities.

There was a slight agitation in the air, and the eyes of the monster inhabitants were fixed on Rimuru's body, repeating the strange change from slim to amorphous.

Eventually, it stabilized and stabilized to its original streamlined shape.

Then on the side of the night plain, Izawa Shizue's gentle and demure cheeks showed a little stunned, and his dark and bright eyes blinked quickly a few times before confirming the voice in his head.

"Inform, the name of the individual Yahara has gone to the Demon King to complete the evolution, and now give blessings to the individuals under the lineage."

What does it mean to be an individual under the pedigree?

Jingjiang Izawa frowned slightly, and looked at the monsters not far away with doubt, their faces were full of surprise, and it seemed that they had also received a message from the voice of the world.

It's just that unlike her, the monster inhabitants have been attacked by a strong drowsiness, and many goblins have fallen.

"Miss Jing, how is Mr. Yahara?!" While desperately enduring the sleepiness, Red Pill remembered the situation on the side of the night bara, and shouted with all his strength.

When Shizue Izawa was about to reply, Rimuro's gelatinous body on the side emitted a dazzling light.

The dazzling light gradually retracted, and a figure with shiny silver hair like a galaxy and a kind of earthly beauty stood there.

The mask was removed, and the original face was a little taller.

Her silver hair, like the beautiful moonlight, hangs down beside her face, and her figure is slender and feminine.

"Tell me, after detecting that the individual Yahara has completed the evolution of the demon king, don't care, go to sleep."

Soft and wonderful, the voice that sounded directly in his head gave Hongmaru a deep sense of reassurance, and the tense nerves were completely relaxed at this moment, unable to disobey.

As if guided by the voice, he fell into a sleep.

Mu Lan looked around at the people sleeping around in disbelief, everyone except herself and the Miss Jing fell asleep one by one, and there were no other awake people now.

The figure in Rimuru's posture confirmed the surrounding situation with blood-red and indifferent eyes, and then glanced at Mulan and Izawa Shizue, as if judging that there was no problem, and slowly opened his arms.

The silver drape is scattered behind its back, like angel wings, emitting dazzling flashes.

"Tell me, in the name of the [King of Wisdom], order, [King of Gluttony], to gnaw all the magic elements in this enchantment - not even a fragment of the soul is left."

Under these words, the ferocious power suppressed by the [King of Gluttony] was liberated.

But this time it was used for a certain purpose - to perfectly copy the results of the calculations obtained by the "King of Wisdom".

All the magic in the enchantment that covers this town is absorbed and turned into pure space. Subsequently, even the Holy Purification Enchantment was completely devoured, and that person stopped the power of the 'Gluttonous King'.

It's like nothing happened.

Jingjiang on the side was already stunned, gently touching his cheeks, feeling the clear and incomparable changes coming from his body.

When Yin Frit did not leave her body, Jingjiang Izawa relied on his large amount of magic essence to make his appearance stay in the mood for 16 years.

But with the passage of time, she can definitely feel the aging of her body and the unbearable of her organs, which is more than 80 years old.

Although she was later successfully cured by Yahara, allowing her to live without relying on Yin Fleet, she still couldn't hide the organ failure caused by time.

But with the advent of the Voice of the World, the blood from Yahara in Shizue Izawa's body began to work.

The eyes are as clear as the lake, the soft and full red lips, the cheeks with beautiful lines, and the cheeks that show a little doubt and the hair has a fresh and ethereal temperament.

Vitality from the inside out!

"What a surprise."

Hearing the joking words coming from behind him, Jingjiang Jingjiang looked sideways, his eyes were full of tears of excitement, and then he forcibly held back his joy, stumbled a little, and opened his mouth to congratulate: "Congratulations to Mr. Yahara for successfully becoming the Demon King." ”

Sitting on the bed to sort out his thoughts a little, Yahara turned over and got out of bed, his eyes a little intoxicated, and looked at 'Rimuru' who was preparing to perform the secret art of soul rejuvenation.

"Why did Mr. Rimuru evolve into a demon lord and other monsters fall asleep, but I don't have this reaction?" After a little silence, Jing Ze Jingjiang felt bad.

For some reason, when I saw Yahara's eyes looking at Rimuru, an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart that I had never felt before.

"Well, maybe the world thinks it's a monster, and I'm a subhuman, right?" Yahara retracted his gaze, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Izawa Shizue with a smile.

The previous conversation with the end of the night made him understand that there is no radicalization of good and evil that leads to the division of behavior, which is just a repeated self-reflection generated by his inability to accept the facts.

Accept who you are to find your voice and forget about the noise of the outside world.

Just as he was about to say that sentence to Izawa Shizue, three unusual figures quietly appeared and interrupted them.

The one in the middle has golden eyes and red holes, fair skin, and beautiful black hair mixed with red and gold.

Unlike ordinary demons, its posture is extremely close to that of a human, and if you want to divide it into categories, it is more human-like than Yahara with its tentacles spread.

"Sorry to disturb the two of you, Mr. Yahara, you should have an impression of me, I am the demon that the master of Rimuru summoned earlier."

Facing the Yahara Gate, who had evolved into a demon king, he was not afraid at all, and bowed.

Holding the custom of stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling face, Yahara said helplessly: "Don't be so polite, it was Rimuru who summoned you." ”

"Forgive me for being rude, after all, it was you who suggested summoning magic, and to me you are a respectable figure besides your master." The demon replied politely, looking up at Rimuru with a holy glow all over her body.

"It seems that the amount of magic essence is not enough......

According to the knowledge of demons, this ritual that is now underway is the "Secret Art of Soul Fighting" - a secret technique that attempts to completely regenerate the soul before the resurrection of the dead.

If you fail here, your personality will become paradoxical and you will become a monster. The difficulty is even so high that it can be said to be successful just because of the lack of memory.

"Is it true that the miracle of resurrection from the dead is so difficult to achieve?"

Jing Ze Jingjiang's eyes were a little unbearable, some of those dead monsters were personally led and taught by her, and she felt very uncomfortable when she saw her students dying one after another.

"It's okay, I've got a solution here." With a gesture of his hand, the demon sent the two minions standing behind him over, allowing Rimuru to devour the replenishment of the magic.

Without the slightest emotion in her beautiful eyes, Rimuru devoured the two high-ranking demons without hesitation, and continued to analyze the souls of the dead demons.

In order not to disturb the ritual again, the demon got up and said goodbye to Yahara before leaving, quietly waiting for his call.

There was no need to meddle any further, he judged that meddling would be resentful.

Because if the effort to take credit results in a bad thing, then it is putting the cart before the horse......

It's just that he made it like this, and Yehara suddenly felt embarrassed again, and the words he wanted to say to Izawa Shizue came to his mouth and swallowed again.

Wait!

There were hundreds of colorless and transparent balls of beautiful light floating in the air, covered in a purple membrane - that was the core and soul of the demon, and the star body that guarded it.

Then move on to the "Secret Art of the Resurrection of the Dead" stage, where the regenerated souls of the monsters are returned to their bodies.

The odds of success are three. One or four percent - but that's the exact rate before evolving into a demon king.

The souls of the monsters side by side in this square have been fully remembered by the blessing.

Seeing the successful conclusion of the ceremony, 'Rimuru' continued to carry out the most suitable disposition with a refined and unsuperfluous movement.

Yehara took Izawa Shizue's hand and turned away silently.

Target:

Zero!