Hakoba: Opening Fusion Reverse Izayoi

"Then why did you become the Demon King, Master!"

A brisk smile came out of the man's mouth again, and a kind of unprecedented madness flashed from his eyes.

"The reason for becoming a Demon Lord! Is it obvious that I want to become a Demon Lord and replace the lazy gods to make Hakoniwa even more gorgeous! That's why I have to keep fighting as a Demon Lord, keep fighting, and in the end I will definitely be destroyed. !"

"destroy!"

Lating was taken aback by the man's words.

"Definitely!"

""

"Please understand that in this little garden of gods, the Demon Lord is such a system! No matter how powerful, how ferocious, and how proud one day, it will definitely be destroyed by some opponent.

Whether the opponent is a hero or a god is not the point."

The man looked at La Ting with a smile and said in an educational tone.

"After all, if you look at the top, it's boundless.

The upper level of Hakoniwa is a demonic realm where Asura gods and Buddhas are rampant, but since he has become a demon king, he cannot survive without continuing to aim at the upper levels.

In order to keep ourselves out of the Hakoniwa order, the price we pay is... We must bear the fate of being wiped out by someone who rectifies the order, but if it is the Zoroastrianism who takes the initiative to bear the [malicious], maybe——"

The man's voice has not yet fallen, from the fire of the [Zuo Worship Cult].

A sound and shadow bathed in the flames and walked out peacefully.

When a pair of ruby ​​pupils landed on the mysterious man, they emitted a sharp light.

One of the demon kings of the Zoroastrianism, Azdahaka, he spoke.

"So that's the case, are you the poet of [Fantasy Magic Guide Book Group]."

However, when the man saw Azdahaka, his eyes burst into madness like seeing an idol! "Your Excellency"

He was even a little overwhelmed with excitement, and after entering the summoned Rating into the [Magic Book], he continued to speak.

"The first time we met, in terms of the Demon King's belief, I have admired Your Excellency for a long time!!"

This was the first time the two met each other.

However, Azdahaka sensed an inconceivable demon from this man.

It is neither the demonic nature possessed by demons, nor the threatening demonic nature possessed by the Demon King.

Respect evil virtues in the world.

Sigh in hell.

Borrowing the hand of death on the battlefield, he likes to dance on the cliffs.

The maliciousness commensurate with [Ugly] resided in it, but this man's smile exuded a certain charm that could not be ignored.

"Even if you are a Demon King, but as a poet, you are indeed famous enough in Hakoniwa, the sect master will find you, and it seems that she has her thoughts!"

For a moment, a sharp gaze appeared in Azdahaka's eyes.

"I smelled the same smell as you during the Sun War. The poet who assisted the Greek gods in making the [Host Authority] game is...you."

Hear Azdahaka mention himself.

The man danced.

"I didn't expect to be remembered by Your Excellency. This is my lifetime honor. I will promise the Sovereign to build a game to observe the future of human history, based on Your Excellency to a greater extent!"

"what"

"Because Your Excellency is the only Demon King in my mind! There is no one else who can bear that share of [malicious] except you!"

: The remaining three shifts will be sent out during the day!!!, ask for an evaluation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a reward!!!

Chapter [-] The Weeping Is Divine! [Three changes for automatic]

"Hmph, that's enough nonsense! Come in with me!"

After finishing speaking, under the leadership of Azdahaka, the poet jumped into the divine fire and entered the center of the 【Zoro Worship】.

The hall of the [Zombie Worship] is made of ruby-like gems, but its background is a bit dim! On the walls, a pale flame is lit! It is burning brightly, but I can't feel any temperature. However, it gives people the illusion that everything in the world can be burned! In the innermost part of the hall, a gauze curtain is pulled up! The light passing through the gauze tent reflects the figure of a graceful woman.

"Let's stop here. Once the game is built, let's start now!"

Azdahaka prevented the fantasy poet from going further.

The poet stopped, and he had no intention of going deeper.

Moreover, as far as he was able to be invited, the fundamental reason was not the suzerain of Zoroastrianism.

As for the Demon King who bears the banner of [Evil], the poet respects Azdahaka more than the [Mother of Evil Gods].

"Your Excellency, this is the rule of the game that my spirituality takes as a bet. If I want to peep into the future of human history, even if it is me, I will die under the weakening of the spirituality. Although there are three 3-sun sovereigns as a reward! But in the end , I will press him on top of you."

The poet's words made Azdahaka frown.

"Did you know something early?"

"Naturally, I am a demon king who is a poet, wandering around the world, observing the history of mankind and so on, of course it doesn't matter, I know the truth of what you have been given in your hands!"

He said it with a sigh.

However, the [Mother of Evil Gods] will not stop there.

Azdahaka won't end easily either.

You have to see it with your own eyes to be convinced.

"In that case, Your Excellency, accept my highest work as a poet!"

Clap! The poet snapped his fingers.

Although it was only the crisp sound of the blisters bursting, the change caused by this action was more dramatic than the star-shifting.

The highest-level boon game is played with the three 3-sun sovereigns that Azdahaka won from the Sun War as a medium.

The mother of the suzerain, the [Zoroka], who was supposed to be sitting on the throne, had already moved to the starry sky of the earth when she noticed it.

Even Azdahaka couldn't help but look surprised.

"The realm has shifted! No, that's not right! That's the world outside Hakoniwa, that is, the history of mankind!"

Unexpected games, even the Demon King can't help but be dumbfounded.

This is not a game that summons the stage, but a torrent of time incarnated into a masterpiece of human history.

Boon Game Title: An Outline of the Future of Humanity Rules until the contestant admits to being satisfied as.

The game view can be played an infinite number of times.

As the major premise of this gift game, it is guaranteed that [everything is the future reality].

The contestant's victory condition recognizes the truth of [Malicious] and recognizes the ignorance of human beings until the contestant is satisfied and swears under the name and flag, swearing that the above game is a legitimate thing - the moment when the [Fantasy Magic Dao Book Group] is printed.

[Zoji Worship] The suzerain has disappeared on the third floor of Little Garden.

Under the rules of the highest-level gift game constructed by fantasy poets, it has entered the torrent of the era of human history.

In the future of human history, they will see what they want.

Until they are satisfied with the unknown, the game can even go on forever.

"Okay, everything is ready now."

this moment.

The spirituality of the fantasy poet began to decline, impossibly fast.

Almost instantly, its sense of existence became extremely weak.

However, there was a satisfied smile on his face.

On the raised right hand, put three 3 sun sovereigns into it.

"Since that's the case, Your Excellency, I will wait for your return quietly in Hakogari. No matter who bears the sin, I will bear witness to the end!"

The gods are cowardly, the gods are cowardly, and the gods and Buddhas shrink back.

This situation is up to me to break! Fantasy poets have such ideals in their hearts.

"When you are born, you will be very weak, you may be sealed, or you will be repelled, but you will not be defeated, and you will not be easily crossed. These three three sun sovereignty, I will do my best to suppress them. on you!"

After speaking.

The body of the fantasy poet became: illusory, and finally completely disappeared in the 【Zoro Worship】! Under such circumstances.

I don't know how long it took.

In the [Zoji Worship], a woman's cry was heard.

Very light, very soft! But - she cried very sadly! However, in her cry, she could not hear any self-interest, and what caused her to cry was a larger and unknown reason.

The game of bounty, the greatest masterpiece the fantasy poet has built, is over.

Because it is to observe the future history of mankind.

Even though thousands of years have passed, in Hakoba, it is only a blink of an eye.

This is the secret of the game of boons.

It is also the profound meaning of the inner universe liberated by fantasy poets using their own spirituality as a medium.

The Mother of Evil God gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

Beside him, Azdahaka stared at the woman with ruby ​​pupils! The woman gently wiped the tears from her beautiful eyes! Even if she was crying, she could see from the side of her face, It was a beautiful and breathtaking woman, Azdahaka looked at the crying woman and couldn't say a word, he just shook his head, but he couldn't understand her sadness.

She is the [Mother of Evil Gods], she is the [Creator]! Why is she sad! Azdahaka is puzzled.

Chapter [-] is established, the final trial of mankind! [Four changes to ask for automatic]

Azdahaka looked at the crying woman quietly, without making a sound.

The birth of this woman has nothing to do with the Zoroastrianism, but was born in Hakoniwa as the existence of the fragments of the world.

Light and dark, yin and yang, good and evil, creation and end, male and female.