Slime Who Turned into a Demon King
25.The Sad View

That is the truth. Diablo had acquired a trait known as Cancel

Melee Attacks.

Glenda quickly jumped backwards to a safe distance. “Pfft! Pathetic

once!” Then, ignoring Saare's warning, he launched a barrage

quick attack. Even he could tell he was a formidable foe; he was no longer

openly berating him like before, and he treats this like

the battle against the dull demon lord.

But it's all just a sport for Diablo. He was in his own realm of power, though,

wise, and Glenda could never influence him.

Now that Glenda realized this point — or rather, she had already sensed a lot

from the very beginning. The real destination is somewhere else.

Saare, resigned to his fate, braced himself. Can't leave Glenda, he

join the battle, unleashing his spiritual power and

improve his physical skills to the maximum. Holding Demonslayer,

a unique weapon obtained through a large capital, he slashed at Diablo. That's not

succeeds.

“Damn it! Slash didn't work for him?! Glenda, take time for me so I can

unleashing my holy magic... ”

On the grounds that only his strongest magic will destroy

this threat, Saare asks Glenda for help. Glenda has no answer. Diablo

speaking in his place.

“I'm sure your girlfriend just escaped?”

Saare initially had trouble understanding this. Turn around, not believing in his ears

alone, he could not find Glenda there. Diablo was right; he had been

left that place a long time ago.

“Damn him!!” he screamed over his lungs. It doesn't produce much.

Glenda decided unilaterally to start this battle, and then

he left Saare to overcome the fall. That made him angry, though,

but Diablo was there, showing his evil grin. It's time for Saare

to worry about himself, not his friend.

I can do this. I have to do this! I have to keep this up

Grigori's back!

With his hopes now set on his powerful partner, Saare

revives his spirit. Grigori had gone to the city to lure the demons

to him. Their target is here, and thus he must return immediately.

Believing in this, Saare plunged himself into this futile battle

— fuzzy desires that never had any hope of being

veracity.

As Saare faces this insurmountable obstacle, the Grigori of the Three

Battlesages were in a desperate situation of their own.

There, as he dashed across the battlefield, he was greeted by the calamity of the

the skies. It was the mercenary force that Yohm had brought, seemingly struggling

to protect the city gates. They do what seems to be

good job, fending off the vanguard forces of Farmus.

This was not a prey that should have been targeted by the Grigori. He's not interested in

farmus' internal strife; it had nothing to do with him. He just

chasing after the demon who killed Archbishop Reyhiem, and his intelligence states

that he was found working undercover in this town.

King Edward was accompanied by specialists from the East when I saw him, he thought.

Unless they run to him, I doubt I'll have much work to do

which must be done...

But now Grigori is faced with a far greater threat than

devils. It was a terrifying giant wolf in its path.

The wolf, of course, was Ranga, wagging its tail happily as it

he ran across the sky. He's light, as light as a feather, and now his legs aren't

kicking the ground at all. This was the Skywalk, a technique that could only be learned

by a handful of magical beasts, and he had obtained it too naturally.

But to Ranga, this was a trivial detail. The wave of force

being released from his body gave him pure excitement as he spun, feeling

she was filled with magical energy. His legs, covered in jet-black fur, crackled

with a golden-coloured lightning - its aura releases electricity into the air, regardless of

whether Ranga meant it or not. It was controlled by the golden horn

it shone on his head, emitting a crown-like power, even when it was fur

the illuminated light shone black like a cloak of darkness. He is the king of wolves,

and now he has all the majesty that the title bears.

Now he was approaching the speed of sound in the air, when he immediately saw

diablo's group told me about it. Another moment, and he's back on the ground

the sturdy— is right in front of the Grigori.

Accompanying the Grigori were a small handful of the Royal Guards of Lubelius. Five thousand

the other with them was the second wave of Farmus knights sent by

Edward as reinforcements.

nervously approaching.

“S-Sir Grigori, your order?” Fuck if I know, he thought.

All the leading knights of Farmus have long since been lost, erased from the world during the attempt

previously to attack Tempest. What remains are the rans too, the fighters

whose skills and brain power were not enough to join in the past.

None of them could think for themselves; they were completely dependent

at the Grigori, this prodigy was from an exotic land, without the slightest hint of shame.

'General Gaston, you are handling the troops left behind behind us. You

seeing them moving forward from the ground and sky, right? ”

Observation makes Gaston aware.”Exceptionally well. What about you, Sir

Grigori ..?”

"I? Isn't it obvious? I have to bring that guy. Python, Garcia, you guys

the two join— 'Join with Gaston and keep it guarded is what you want

it said Grigori, but he was interrupted by the strong wind that passed by.

“What... ?!”

At a speed that only Grigori could react to, Ranga instantly attacked

the army led by Gaston.

'Damn it!” Grigori Shouts. “That stupid dog !!” He pushed his spear forward

with all her might; Ranga easily jumped out of danger, then started

exercise freely to destroy the entire army. Jump about

jump, he kept attacking and attacking, piling up casualties. Well Python,

neither Garcia, nor all of their many friends could avoid the party

violence, sending them all tumbling to the ground.

But soon, those fangs were being exhibited in the Grigori itself.

Gobta and Gabil pursue Ranga as quickly as possible.

'Come, Ranga, you're too faaaast ..”

'Indeed. I'm afraid there won't be any tasks left for us at the end of this. ”

“Brother,” sela Soka, 'please, just whine. Continue pursuit.”

They fought with each other as usual, but everyone knew that

they are good friends. Only the three of them thought they were

concealed it.

'Certainly!” Excitement Gobta.”We start!”

'Understanding!”

Right!” Excitement Gobta.”We start!”

'Understanding!”

The Gobta triggers Shadow Motion, accompanied by its hundred goblin riders. Gabile

flying forward, a hundred Hiryu Team members joined him. Soka, temporarily

that, back to Hakuro to give a report to the field commander.

As the first man on the battlefield, Gobta is greeted by a sight

a pile of soldiers lying in a place that felt like one place. Para

the knights who were still in battle were in a loose circle in the

around Ranga, keep a wise distance and pray that Grigori can

defeat this beast. The fallen knights were the most talented

— or at least, those brave enough to engage Ranga and keep

Grigori. They pay dearly, all gathered together in

pile up because Ranga used her front leg to throw her into

there, making sure he unintentionally trampled them to death.

The faces of all the knights praying were filled with despair. Cheers

they, loud and enthusiastic at first, were now replaced with silence

petrifying. The grigori had already been covered from head to toe in a wound.

Victory, at this point, will be a dream wrapped up in a dream.

Even with Impervious, the steel-like protection that covered the Grigori, in the eyes

He chewed on the toy a little more than usual. The fact that he did not

being indestructible only meant that he had to endure the pain for longer.

'Whoa!” The sight half made Gobta panic. “That, uh, that's a bad wolf,

The gap! He'll die if you do that again! '

“Ya,” Gabil agrees, “we must cure it asap!”

The order made Ranga freeze in place. See the sights

pathetic around him, he bent over, tail pointing straight down, and,

shrinking in size.

'Um 'Um... Is correct. But doesn't this human want to play longer ..?”

Grigori was unconscious, the broken spear was still in his hand, when Ranga

sadly pushing him with claws. A sight too sad

for Gobta and Gabil to stand. Just imagine themselves in

place ...

'Um, no, no, I don't think so, Ranga ..”

“No, indeed! Best stop this for now, or Sir Rimuru won't

never let you hear the End of It! '

Huller..........