I’m the Demon King, but There Are Too Many Heroes

049. That’s awesome

Arain is the worst dimension.

There are many warriors, and humans are strong. And it has endured many years of invasion.

Humans have adapted and the Demon Lord is no longer absolute.

Those who wanted to become a warlock or a black knight disappeared, and the position of the demon king decreased day by day.

However, adaptation is not limited to humans.

Time is fair. It was Jason Cockmundo who made the first change in his continuing death.

He has lived and shared wisdom in Araine for over a hundred years. As such, the survival rate of other demon lords also increased.

But not everyone was like that.

If you listen well to others, you are not the Demon King. Some have followed the same path as before, others have adapted.

Falsehood, cold weather, gold river, and the beast. The seat of the four lasted for decades, while the other was constantly changing.

So people were mistaken.

Due to the constantly changing position of lust, they could not adapt and died because they did not have time to develop their strength.

The stupid idea that a hero is unconditionally stronger than a demon king.

The reason the Demon King is weak is because of dimensional interference.

It’s because I can’t bring the army at will.

Humans in recent years have never experienced the power of the demon lords who had released all the restrictions over a long period of time.

Of course, that didn’t mean that the demon king had absolute superiority.

If that was the case, the Demon King would have already conquered the world, and Berger would not have failed in the past.

The warriors were strong. And there were many. In some ways, it is comparable to the Demon King. It just couldn’t be done in many places.

I saw Ralph running in the distance.

His shield was still strong, even with scratches. He had the defense to withstand some of Drakson’s attacks. However, there was no speed to pursue the demon king who was passing by.

The bloody Roselle had a magical flame that would burn even the Demon King. But she had no means to stop the demon king’s attack.

At most, once or twice, the defense magic of a wizard specialized in attack was powerless in front of the Demon King.

The two became more perfect by joining forces, but when the Demon King made a decision and started to drive them away, a rift broke out.

Ralph was busy chasing after the demon king’s tail, and Roselle struggled to survive the harsh attack.

If it was one-sided, it was one-sided, and if it was like this, the victory of the Demon King was nothing more than a predicted future.

“But I can’t see that.”

Hillen. When I called his name, he came out.

It was not two, but three that could hold the Demon King even a little in this place.

Hillen’s sword aimed at Drakson’s back. He turned around and hit his nails.

blah-

Hillen took two steps back. that brief moment. Ralph stood in the way between Roselle and Draxon.

“Yeah, you were there, Hillen Cargill who killed the Turus.”

Drakson’s gaze turned to Hillen and beyond to Berge.

He paused for a moment, but soon regained his composure and set his teeth.

‘You’re disgustingly disgusting Mana. There’s no way a guy like that could be Bergell.’

Since it was pure mana that stood in complete opposition to Magi, I felt an instinctive rejection.

he thought

‘Kill Hillen Cargill first.’

The three strongest humans gathered here were Ralph, Roselle, and Hillen, but the weakest of the three was Hillen Cargill.

The demon king, who had hardened his thoughts, moved. He hit Hillen, who was relieving the shock.

Quang!

The sword and claw collided. Hillen took a step back. The fingernails that crossed the sword face were aimed at his forearm.

“Great!”

Hillen forcibly clenched his nails. Shiver was holding back the pain in his wrist and expressed his magic with his other hand.

High-speed casting, lightning flashed in an instant.

Gripping support-

Lightning struck. For a moment, Drakson stopped moving.

Hillen dug into the man’s arms and drew his sword. A sharp auror pierced the skin.

“It’s tickling.”

Contrary to words, there was blood. A thick hand gripped the sword. Magi that swelled up broke the Auror.

perok-

Hillen’s new model staggered.

At that moment, a fire erupted. A fire that is more disgusting than the purest.

It was the guy who looked like Berge. Drakson’s face wrinkled.

“A man who is not even a hero dares.”

Heroes can kill the Demon King because they are strong, but they have a special power called interference. The same power as the demons’ natural enemies.

Even with the same magic, if the interference power is added, it is no more than poison to the demons.

The fire, which was just pure and hot, was a little annoying, but not absolute.

However, Berge’s purpose was only to attract attention for a moment.

Cheokkong-

Meanwhile, a huge shield was raised towards the Demon King.

A shield armed with an auror was a hideous blunt weapon in itself.

blah-

Nails drew the air. The auror overlaid with the shield was crushed. A small moan was heard. But Ralph persevered and did not back down.

and in between.

“A wizard can use more powerful magic through blood.”

The heat was scorching hot.

“Thank you so much for donating your own blood. You motherfucker.”

The Archmage’s flames exploded.

It was sharp enough to pierce the Demon King’s magic.

It was hot enough to burn the fur of the beast.

So Drakson wanted to avoid it. It would have been if it had not been for the iron wall blocking his escape route.

Walls on one side and lightning bolts on the other. Judgment was quick.

‘Shields cannot be easily pierced. But if you just take the thunderbolt, stop.’

kicked the ground The brain could not penetrate the leather and was destroyed. He roared at Hillen Cargill, who was standing in the way.

“die!”

The soaring demon king’s magic energy exploded in all directions.

Hillen Cargill raised his sword hurriedly.

blah-

The tip of the sword shook. Fragments of the broken Auror were scattered everywhere.

Quang!

Ralph’s shield struck him in the back. I swallowed the excruciating pain. It would be beneficial if one blade could be removed with a brief wound.

legs stretched out Hillen Cargill, who was beaten in the chest, vomited blood and took two steps back. The scar on his leg during that short period of time was quite commendable.

But that was all.

“I’m sorry. Too weak to kill a Turus.”

Haven’t you been able to absorb it properly yet?

Despite the dire situation, ridicule came out of nowhere. How long would you have been after killing the Demon King?

How the fuck did you know how much you knew the demons?

Drakson exploded all the magic. A storm-like force pushed Ralph away. Hillen stumbled. Drakson’s attack pierced through them.

Hwareuk-

At that moment, a completely unexpected spark struck.

He groaned at the flames that had moved to his tail.

‘when?’

No matter how much he was engrossed in the warriors, he didn’t notice?

For a while, there were no major problems. The fire split. I pushed my body through the gap.

“With this kind of fire, will I…?”

It was then that I felt strange.

it is gray no it’s black

The crimson flame was dyed black.

With familiarity with no discomfort.

Red hair to black.

The pupil that wore ruby turned into obsidian.

Everything has changed.

Mana is gone. The dark magic wriggling.

“…be… rze?”

The unknown man had become Berge Deias.

“It’s nice to see you like this.”

Berger laughed.

It was no coincidence that he came.

Roselle Charter was strong. Ralph Schmidt was tough.

But not as much as Roselle Chartres before the return. Not as much as Ralph Schmidt, who took his attack off of almost every constraint.

Because of this, I was sure they wouldn’t be able to push Draxon, so I killed the crowd and waited for the right time.

The best time to step out and shake Drakson.

“Your magic can explode and hide mine.”

“Your large size blocks their view.”

“When they are ready to get your niche.”

It’s just now, isn’t it?

“Maybe your guy…!”

Hwareuk-

A black flame engulfed Draxon.

“Is the tail okay? I told Hillen your weaknesses.”

“Noo!”

Black waves crashed all over the place.

However, Berge put the magic back in and gave himself to the waves.

In an instant, his role was over.

The black flame melted some of Draxon’s magic.

For a brief moment, he drew attention so that he could not move.

It was only a brief moment, but it was no different from the knight with the armor removed.

And the worn-out warriors did not miss the gap.

───!

A flame enough to pierce the demon king’s bulkhead exploded.

The deterioration, which had no meaning because it could not be matched, began to show its true value.

He dug into the weak gap by burning his magic.

Drakson screamed. Between them, the iron knight swung his shield.

One big shock made Drakson’s movements sluggish. The skill of the knight blocked even the shaking.

A fire burned Draxon. The shield hit Draxon.

The tough leather burned. Hard muscles squashed. Terrible pain came over me.

Still, Drakson didn’t care. The rage that rose to the top of his head paralyzed his reason.

“die!”

He sprinted towards the flying Berge.

Roselle Chartres’s red flames came from behind. Berge’s deterioration was shot in front.

I easily overcome the deterioration.

At that moment, Hillen Cargill’s sword shone.

Drakson could not ignore the slash that flew at the neck.

No matter how lacking compared to the other two, he is an outstanding warrior.

sharp enough to pierce his neck.

Drakson twisted his upper body into his posture. The tip of the sword barely passed over his shoulder.

And Roselle’s flames covered it.

The dimensional force that penetrated inside along with the heat destroyed his body.

He screamed in terrible pain.

“Healon!”

You must kill it!

Berger struggled to swallow the back words.

That was enough. Hillen’s magic exploded. The sword fell one after another.

Drakson stared blankly at the blade coming into his head.

I wanted to stop it, but my melted body was so slow.

Whoops-

“ah.”

short short hair.

Cold metal pierced his mouth and blocked his throat.

In a world that is turned upside down, a shadow has approached.

“Oh.”

Berger whispered.

“The corpse of the Phoenix you wanted to have. That was awesome.”

“this···!”

Drakson’s pupils widened. The tiny remaining Magi groaned.

But soon.

Qwajik-

The cold blade of the sword brushed past his neck.

His head lost focus and fell.

Magi, who lost control, were scattered all over the place.

A portion of it flowed to Healan Cargill, who ended the Demon King’s life.

* * *

“found!”

Gordon jumped up.

How can I get a con artist named Jeterson to walk into the golden moon on his own feet?

It’s been a long struggle and I’ve finally found the answer.

In the end, there was only one thing to focus on.

to lose the support base. In other words, destroying the store.

If there is no place for money to come out if you are in trouble, you will have no choice but to think of Berger, who threw a whopping 1 gold.

“This in itself is natural.”

In fact, the solution to ruin it came out right away. The difficult thing was how to destroy the shop in the royal capital of the Akan Kingdom without revealing that it was a demon.

It took a long time, and I finally came to a conclusion.

“I was thinking wrong! It doesn’t have to be natural!”

You just have to ruin it no matter what method you use. I thought it was too difficult.

He was obsessed with making a plan that was too grand and perfect.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s unnatural as long as you don’t find out you’re a demon!”

Yes, everything was destroyed, burned, or a natural disaster occurred.

The important thing is that a guy named Jetson becomes a beggar.

“The cleanest thing is to get a thief. Or the fire happened accidentally. Or it could be just being beaten up by local gangsters and getting huge hospital bills.”

There were many ways. And there were many tools.

It was because Gordon had the connections Berger had made.

“It’s annoying to talk to an elf, but…”

It is also the mercenary who avoids the gaze.

“As demons should never be discovered, so we have to go round and round. Convince a suitable human from any city to send him to another kingdom…”

Then, in that kingdom, you can buy another human through that human and submit the request to a guild in another kingdom.

“Perfect.”

It’s a bit cumbersome, but you know. It was something Granada had to do anyway. If it’s the Demon Lord’s order, I’ll do it even though I’m grumbling.

That was then.

“Gordon.”

The communicator rang.

“Ahman?”

It was Aman, the heir to the top of the Golden Moon and the Black Knight.

“Do you know a person named Jetson by any chance?”

“…Jetson? Why Jetson?”

“This man came to me saying he wanted to work on the Golden Moon. They say it comes from the mountains. Is this the one sent by the Demon King?”

“·················ogue.”

Gordon quietly tore apart the plan.

Fuck.

“right. take good care of it He’s a guy with high expectations from the Demon King.”

“Yes, I understand.”

contact has been lost Gordon chuckled.

“Are you teaching me that I was a little bit crazy at first?”

Or why have you already written all the numbers down and made them do shit?

No matter how you look at it, Gordon quietly grinded his teeth, because it felt so intentional.

“Gordon.”

At that moment, another communicator rang.

This time, it was the chieftain of the Scarlet Frost tribe, Krutu.

“What else is going on?”

“What if I say it again?”

“No, no. What’s going on?”

“After seeing this, I was debating whether to give it to you or not, but recently there is a person climbing Mt. Erzest.”

“Why only have one?”

“There is only one person, but it is a level that cannot be ignored.”

At least or not at all. To be able to go in and out of Erzest at will is to say that he is that strong.

“My men have died quite a bit. However, I couldn’t defeat him by my own strength, so I ordered them to only watch from a distance and avoid them.”

“Good job. Do you have any guesses as to what his purpose is?”

“Every day it appears and disappears in a different part of the mountain range. And I wonder if this is nothing to worry about…”

Croutu hesitated and continued.

“We are getting closer and closer to the Demon King’s Tower. Perhaps he was looking for the tower.”

“··········!”

A bell rang in Gordon’s mind.