
This was done on the way to Farmus, in two carts surrounded by
the team of guards on horseback. Diablo sat with three prisoners in one of the carriages
— well, 'with' is not appropriate, because even though the carriage can accommodate six
passengers are comfortable, Diablo is the only figure seen in the
within it. The other three had been packed inside a box on the floor. Also, pieces of meat
the living.
What Shion does is put them in almost too much shape
terrible to describe, something far removed from anything recognizable
the humans. He has done so in additional small steps to
making sure no one dies, slowly and repeatedly expose the muscles
they were into the outside air, carefully removing the flesh from their bones.
Simply put, Shion uses all three to help her learn how to
filtering humans live-while making sure subjects do not feel the same physical pain
once. It is Master Chef, Shion's unique skill, that drives them
up to the brink of death, only to awaken them with potions
healing so that he could start his research from the beginning.
Scenes and sensations are repeated over and over, seeing their bodies dismantled and
reassembled — everything without pain — destroy all three of them
for eternity. You can see it in their sad expression — when you
being able to see their faces at all, what about all the guts and offal
the one exposed on the street.
Returning them to a Farmus like this, everyone knows, is a bad idea.
So Diablo started devising a solution, if somewhat reluctantly. “What a pain,”
his gerrick. “The laws governing their continued existence have been
it is twisted and bent so that healing magic is hardly
works at all.” But the experience also opened his eyes to
the power of art and other unique skills, something beyond mere magic.
Even with his magic knowledge is quite complete and his rules in the world
this, he had found a new surprise to play with. That makes him happy.
Thus, in the wagon that made its way to Farmus, Diablo succeeded
dispose of the remnants of Shion's power when applied to three prisoners. Reyhem
it was first revived, followed by Razen. Diablo has no order
certain in his mind for this, but when it comes time to deal with
King Edmaris of Farmus, he quits
“Oh, thank you, thank you.!”.
Reyhiem found his voice first.
“But enough about us,” added Razen. “Rajaku... Please, bring my king back to
condition back..”
Diablo valued this blind loyalty with a restless look.
“Ee-hee-hee-hee-hee... You, asking me for help? You understand that
payment for this dear, very dear? ”
There was kindness to her smile — but not the slightest bit of warmth in her eyes.
“Ah... T-no, i..”.
Razen turned pale from fear and regret—
—Then he remembered. Diablo, who was sitting quietly and quietly in front of him, was,
it is not a demon that can be taken lightly. Arch Demon — or really, nothing
approachable as that. The Demon Arch would be a threat, quite a lot of which
it could spell doom for any small country visited. That's how it is
they get their Special A rating, which qualifies for
disaster Status. Their magical powers make a half-hearted attempt to
strive for the magic barrier as they see fit. Their aura's malignancy
it could blow up the entire city's defensive fortifications in a single leap. All of that, all of it,
plus a magic spell that destroys whatever they encounter. Adventurers
whichever does not have a rating of at least A itself does not have
the opportunity to deal with Arch Demon — just standing in front of someone will
losing their lives. Even Razen would hesitate to face it.
But it can't even be compared to Diablo. There was no aura
that came from him at all; he looked just like a human. Just his eyes
the unique. One look, and they are unforgettable, like a golden moon in the middle
deadly night with crimson red line in the middle. That's scary, but
on the contrary, he is no different from others — which means he can walk
penetrate any fort that the city might use to block
the lower demon approach
If man has an advantage over the devil, it is knowledge and
vigilance. Monsters can also be smart, but the smarter they are, the more
they want to flaunt it — usually in the form of their aura, which they
use as a magiculedriven sort of card. That's what makes the barrier
sensitive to energy spikes is so effective against them. But
what about the monster that hid its aura? The disaster that just happened
show up, halfway? Razen didn't even want to imagine that scenario.
The demon that hit the magic barrier, although regrettable, could at least
anticipated. This will give you time to prop up your army and
launching a counterattack. But if the demon can ignore the barrier
absolutely, anyone can see that it is not a problem to be laughed at.
Any such monster would be arch-demon level or higher. That was
Diablo, one of the first Primal Demons.
But there is something even more terrifying than that. It is a fact that
Diablo, this ancient and terrifying demon, was subject to another master. Master of all
the monster, with its exquisite golden eyes and silver-blue colored hair
it shines so bright that you can almost see through it. Glance, though,
but it has power beyond anyone's recognition. Someone worthy of being called
demon lord's.
His mind was filled with sheer terror as he watched this master slaughter
an army of twenty thousand, but when they met later, he felt
a different emotion. When Razen is taken away as a prisoner of war, the way of the demon
the Lord looked at him... It was like glancing at a pebble on the road. When those golden eyes
seeing it, Razen was practically drunk. It was gone the pain that tormented his body,
fear of imminent death. Then he understood. Exists
things in this world that were never meant to be touched. A voice from
sky blaring, “Don't go to sea.” That must have warned Razen back then.
Don't count on your chances. Against a creature that has a Primal Demon in
among his servants — no wonder your people have fallen. For a demon lord like
that, destroying Farmus with one hand would be too simple.
Razen remembers everything. Regardless of the movement and shock of the car, he
rise up from his chair and kneel before Diablo.
“Of course I understand. But I wish I could. er, that you would.
allow myself to join you even as the most servant
low! I swear that my body, and my soul, is yours to
usable. So please, please pity King Edmaris.”.
He risked all his loyalty to this request. Diablo
greeted him with a calm nod.
“Very good. I guess even a person like You is considered relatively strong by standard
the humans. I'm sure you have your uses. Besides, I have no intention of
kill him unless Sir Rimuru orders me to do so. I
I will be happy to free him for you. But..”
However, if the king wanted to return to the way he remembered himself, he had to
work for it. He needs to be shown to the royal nobility, in the form of
foolishness directed the bow at Rimuru, Diablo so devoted to her.
Razen waits for Diablo nervously to continue, while Reyhiem
too scared by the oppressive atmosphere to move an inch.
“But I'll let this go just once. Depending on your behavior in
the future, not only the life of your king, but also the breath of that existence
hit the ground Farmus probably snuffed out.”
He's really serious. The will of Diablo — means, the will of Rimuru — must be
followed, or something else. Razen, and Reyhiem, and even King Edmaris in
its open, twisted, boxy shape knows all the intent behind it
that statement. All three are stupid, but they are not idiots. Do they like or
no, they understood Diablo would not hesitate to act on the threat.
The only way they can stay alive, obviously now, is to give Diablo
their full support.
“Of course, sir! Give us every command you seek! We'll work together
with our best ability!”
Reyhiem threw his head close to the floor with an embarrassing kowtow,
mental hair width away from licking Diablo boots.
“You have our loyalty, Milord!”
But Razen has decided. Whether the king is safe is of little importance
now it's. The only thing that makes Farmus, and his royal lineage,
safe all along is Razen's pride in her work. Even Edmaris, though,
in all his sadness and despair, could see that. Now, Razen has been
leave it — and thus, leave Farmus.
But the king knew it was the best option available. Against the demon lord
it means the destruction of the nation. King Edmaris had two options left: devoting
his loyalty to the devil or tried resistance and was soon quelled. However
a good king is not stupid enough to make the wrong decision at the time
like these. Therefore, for his last official act as the leader of the Kingdom
Farmus, he made the right move.
“As the last king of Farmus,” he said, with a little reluctance but still
loud and clear, “I promise to provide whatever support you
need, Sir Diablo.”
Diablo had the promise of the three of them. At that moment, behind the scenes,
his Tempter skills are doing his job, ensuring that each will be in his slavery.
“Don't worry,” the demon gently whispered with a smile. “Do what
what I said, and I'll make sure you don't suffer because of it.”
Farmus Land was in a state of mass confusion that day. Their master, the King
Edmaris, has returned in a shocking state.
There, in the audience room of the royal palace, nobles gathered from the nation
flabbergasted. There, on the throne, a box was respectfully placed on top
cushions. In it is a piece of flesh, a mixture of sweet geometry and.
sickening biology with a king's face buried in the middle. It's life, its eyes
a bit glassy when staring out of the box, but still fully conscious.
“Shogo! What madness is this? Why is His Majesty in such a sorry statex?!”
“Listen! Hear that! What about the other two? What happened to
our royal army?”
“Then what about Folgen?! What does our knight captain do?!
How could this happen with Sir Razen watching over the matter?!
The panic spread as the nobles began to shout at each other, with
they are trying to cover their fears. Razen, take shape
Shogo, can hardly blame them.
………
……
…
A few days after losing regular magical contact, the
left in the kingdom are on pins and needles. The power of twenty thousand
proud and extraordinary cannot be defeated, but no one knows
what kind of events might happen. There is no way to ascertain whether
their king is safe, even — is more than enough to fill the mind with
the suspicious doubt.
In the midst of this, Razen brings Archbishop Reyhiem back home,
using the Warp Portal to bring the two of them back to the castle room
castles. A passing guard had noticed their limping form in
the morning floor that day. It made the palace guards panic when they
scramble to identify them — Shogo Taguchi, someone from another world, Shogo Taguchi,
and Reyhiem, archbishop and close friend of His Majesty. The guards
help the latter, still confused about all this, before paying attention
the box, the boy tried hard to keep it safe in his hands.
One of them looked inside, unprepared for the sight. Him
he was a high-ranking officer in the royal guard, known for his bravery
and coolness under the fire, but even he could not resist from shouting
terrified. There are some non-identifiable organic materials that
connected haphazardly from one part to another, emitting
foul smell — crooked scenery, like plucking all organs out of
body and reattach it randomly. The only ruler of the Kingdom
Farmus has been reduced to a sickening creature, and nothing can
criticizing the royal guard for rudely shouting what was there
his head. Attracted by the noise, the others went looking for themselves
alone and reacting in the same way; the servants and ministers all
thrown into complete chaos at their master's transformation.
Some scream and cry. Some find themselves emptying
their stomachs were in place with fear. Some fainted entirely. None
even those who believe that this is their king. But this is
veracity. When they finally dared to approach, it was confirmed to
forever — this is really Edmaris before them.
“What do you do ?!” shouted one of the ministers. “We must help Yang
Your honor!”
That's catalyst. All at once, everyone acted immediately. The witches who
staying in the palace tested every spell they had. The high priests
from the Western Holy Church summoned, each of them tried their healing magic
by oneself.
Faced with this ultimate object of fear, they seek the death to restore the king to normal, facing a tense
a sickening look, trying to guard his wits as they continued
their work.
But nothing worked. No matter what they try, they cannot
saving their king.
………
…… …
Now Shogo regained consciousness. He was immediately called in for questioning.
Razen felt a bit of sympathy there, facing off against her former comrades. His sincerity was right on Diablo, and he would not hesitate to
betray them now. They will all face their fate
by themselves, based on their own decision — but Razen only felt a little
pity them. All this at Diablo's behest, including his unconsciousness
which pretends. Everything is planned.
As Diablo's servant, Razen has received a briefing on what
meant by his new master with this kingdom. He fully understands what
what needs to be done to achieve that goal. In short, this land became