A certain [world] in a certain [lower plane].

As a place too lazy to give a name.

This is an extremely classic structure of a round sky and a square earth.

Several giant continents and more than a dozen giant oceans, plus the endless starry sky, together constitute this [world].

And now.

On a certain continent in this [world].

A team of adventurers who looked particularly elite were marching over the mountains towards the Demon King's City.

In order to end the long years of war.

Put an end to the tyranny that the devil has imposed on hundreds of countries and hundreds of millions of creatures on this continent for thousands of years.

They are trying to raid the Demon King's castle and behead him!

There are warriors, mages, priests, assassins, archers...

Not only are every member a top-notch expert, but even the equipment they carry are top-notch goods cobbled together by the resistance forces!

Said without politeness.

The purity of the entire team is really high!

A classic Western fantasy configuration!

Just putting them together has greatly increased the success rate!

A few days later.

"Peng~"

Accompanied by a loud noise.

The palace in the center of the Demon King's City, which was tightly closed and weighed hundreds of tons, was violently broken open by the black metal door.

The captain of the adventure team is also the giant sword warrior among them.

He took back his foot that was kicking the door, held the blood-stained sharp blade and shouted loudly on the spot:

"[Demon King—Anshad], your death has come!

"

"My companions and I will completely end your brutal rule today!

"

Hear the words.

The demon king named [Anshad] was wearing a heavy armor and sitting on his bone throne, with a disdainful smile on his face.

"Really?"

"I don't believe it."

A contemptuous smile.

A confident smile.

Plus a self-questioning and self-answering attitude.

It's impeccable!

Regarding this.

The captain, who felt that he and others were being underestimated, was also a little angry.

I immediately want to perform some hard work for the other party.

Force the opponent to show a correct enough attitude to face the enemy.

Then.

It's just a sudden severe pain in my waist.

The reason is simple.

his companion.

The assassin professional in the team gave him a classic backstab project.

Strike quickly and accurately!

Just in the blink of an eye.

His left and right waists were both stabbed!

The kind that bleeds so fast!

The beautiful pastor couldn't help but exclaim.

See this situation.

The Demon King, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, suddenly showed an expression of complete control on his face.

And out of the need to show off, he wanted to give a speech of his own at that time.

The intention is to use such language as "You are really trying to destroy Tucson" to undermine the opponent's confidence.

no way.

What is the difference between not showing off and salty fish??

The devil also needs to show off!

but.

Before he could start speaking, he heard a strange music echoing behind him.

"?"

Subconsciously, he wanted to look back.

However.

What was waiting for him was an axe.

The soldiers are still screaming in pain, the priests are still exclaiming, and the assassins have not yet claimed credit for the backstab... the overall situation is still very complicated, and the story is about to enter the next stage.

He passed away.

The devil is immortal.

Even the pale white brain matter burst out.

The expressions of everyone present suddenly stopped.

"giao~"

"Did another fucking good thing..."

Then, he waited for the guy who stabbed the Demon King to finish speaking with some dissatisfaction.

Everyone present saw the other party walking away with weird dance steps, just like when the other party came...

Waited for quite a while.

After confirming that the other party has really left.

The assassin who stabbed his former teammate in the back.

First, he looked at the two daggers in his hands that were covered in blood.

"..."

Then he looked at his former teammates who were gradually surrounding him.

He couldn't help but said immediately:

"...Hmm!"

"Can we reconcile?"

The archer pulled the bowstring and said with a straight face:

"cannot."

"…Then what if I say everything is a misunderstanding?"

The giant sword warrior, whose waist was being treated by the priest with healing techniques, replied with a twisted expression:

"Definitely still can't."

then.

The assassin is on the street.

He was stabbed in the waist to death by a soldier with a two-handed sword.

It was a very disgraceful walk.
To be continued...