Chapter 43 – The Most Powerful Demon King in History. Reunites with His Daughter.
It’s too convenient. Must be a trap.
I’m sure he’ll do something to keep me from killing him.
However, I couldn’t resist the urge to meet Phylfi.
“………… summon her. Urgan “
“As you wish.”
Urgan slowly stood up. At that moment, a trickle of blood fell to the ground.
He raised his hand to the large red magic circle that continued to glow in the sky. The magic circle turns golden.
At the same time, the magic circle that created the surrounding undead disappeared.
The magic circle was converted into magic power, which was then absorbed into the red magic circle.
The glow of the huge magic circle grew stronger and stronger.
A single giant golden arm emerged from within.
The forearm alone was more than twice the length of an adult male.
The moment the arm emerged, an overwhelming amount of magic overflowed. That one arm had even more magical power than Jorm.
“What is this, Urgan?”
“As I said before, that is Your Majesty’s daughter, Lady Phylfi.”
While we were having this conversation, a mysterious giant creature crawled out of the magic circle.
After the arms came the head, then the torso, and then the legs.
The creature was larger than the ancient dragon, Jorm.
A strong stench wafted through the air. It smelled like a rotting corpse.
There was not a single hair on its body, and its skin was golden and slimy.
It’s like a giant zombie turned golden.
“GINYAAAAAH”
After pulling its entire body out of the magic circle, it roared loudly.
It’s a roar that sounds like a mixture of a scream of pain and a roar of hatred.
Urgan nodded in satisfaction and began to speak, even though I wasn’t listening.
“Your Majesty, you would have noticed that I specialize in body modification and physical enhancement magic, wouldn’t you?”
The magic used to remodel the demon sisters was of a very high standard, if only in terms of technical skill.
“I used all my skills to make Your Majesty’s daughter the strongest creature.”
Urgan laughed happily.
I stared at the monster.
“…… certainly, I can feel Phylfi’s magic.”
“So it seems. But that’s not all.”
Urgan had criticized me for being human, but it seemed he hadn’t let his guard down.
So he seemed to have taken every precaution.
“I have prepared an opponent that Your Majesty can never defeat. What I have done to your daughter is no ordinary modification.”
“You can’t be serious…”
“Have you noticed, descended within your daughter, is the Demon God.”
“…… you fool.”
“The main body of the Demon God is still in a cocoon, healing the wounds from the battle with Your Majesty, so this is nothing more than a spirit clone of the Demon God, though. There is no one, not even the demons, let alone a human, who can defeat it.”
While Urgan spoke, Phylfi, or rather the Demon God Spirit, only made a low growl and did not move.
It must be bound by some kind of technique or contract.
“Urgan, where is the Demon God’s cocoon?”
“I’ll reveal that if Your Majesty wins.”
Urgan becomes more and more talkative.
“I found the Demon God, made a contract with it, borrowed the power of its spirit, and brought together the best of my technique to make this happen.”
It must have been convenient for the Demon God.
Without a physical body, a God cannot exert any power on the world.
It seems that the Demon God is still healing his wounds from the battle 500 years ago.
Urgan’s offer to prepare a flesh body would have been a saving grace for the Demon God.
“Most likely, this was prepared to slaughter the current Demon King, not to slaughter me.”
“………… so you understand?”
“Such preparations cannot possibly be completed in a few days.”
Urgan was almost killed by me, so he pulled out a trump card he was saving for when he fought the Demon King.
“I have one question.”
“What is it?”
“Can you restore Phylfi back to normal?”
“Oh, I wonder about that. It would be very difficult, surely.”
Urgan seemed quite pleased with himself when he said that.
If he can’t cure her, I have no choice but to kill her. Death will be salvation.
However, if there is a chance that she can be cured, I can’t kill her.
Phylfi is still alive. Then, perhaps Phylfi can be saved.
That’s what I think. That’s why I can’t kill her.
“…… Phylfi. I’ll save you.”
“GINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”
The spirit of the Demon God attached to Phylfi roared in agony.
Each time it did so, an unbearable stench was released along with its breath.
Urgan shouts loudly.
“Spirit of the Demon God. You must despise the Demon King Hyrum! Slaughter him to your heart’s content!”
He produced a red magic circle from his fingertips and shot it at the Demon God’s Spirit.
At the same time as he used the magic circle to give instructions, the restraints on the Demon God’s spirit seemed to be released.
“GUNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”
At that moment, the spirit of the Demon God roared, and at the same time, its mouth glowed golden and light was emitted.
I braced myself for the light, but the light…
“Ah”
…incinerated Urgan in an instant.
After my death, Urgan, who had survived 500 years of warfare, perished with the last word, “Ah”.
Urgan himself would not have had time to comprehend what had happened.
His end was truly self-inflicted.
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