Tap, tap, tap.
"Wow, I really didn’t expect you to actually co here."
Alaric walked in, pretending to look surprised.
"How can I refuse when the prey is offered to ?"
The Demon King snorted, then took out a letter.
Yes, it was a letter of challenge sent by The King to the Demon King.
Alaric kept a faint smile, but his eyes couldn’t hide the large amount of murderous intent that could explode at any mont.
"Get up, you piece of shit."
He threatened.
"That throne is not for you."
"What if I don’t want it?"
The Demon King smiled provocatively.
"This throne belongs to the king of the Dicathen kingdom, and I am in the body of the prince of this kingdom. That ans this throne now belongs to ."
Despite saying that, the demon king still stood up.
It wasn’t because he was afraid.
It was because how could he fight if he was sitting on a throne?
The demon king’s obsidian armor looked heavy, but his every movent looked extrely calm.
It was as if he was just wearing a t-shirt.
Or not wearing anything at all.
Fssshhh...
That letter of challenge slowly burned to ashes.
At the sa ti, a sword the sa color as the demon king’s armor had appeared in his hand without anyone noticing.
Smiling, Alaric also pulled out the sword from his waist.
It wasn’t an ordinary sword.
It was the sword that the hero Dix, The King of the previous life, used to conquer the demon race.
After many years, this sword was in a state that couldn’t be worse.
A single clumsy strike could have completely broken the blade.
Nevertheless, after spending a large sum of money to repair it, it beca better than it had been thousands of years ago.
And today, Alaric would use this sword to kill the demon king.
Bringing glory and eternal peace to humanity.
The King smiled.
A proud and fearless smile.
"Oh... It seems you have changed, Dix."
The demon king raised his eyebrows in amusent.
"I thought you would tremble so much that you couldn’t even hold your sword when facing . But I guess I was wrong."
Alaric just shrugged his shoulders lightly.
He looked indifferent and calm.
"People change."
"Yes, you’re right."
The Demon King nodded, seeming to understand, although in truth he didn’t care about any of the words that ca out of The King’s mouth.
"Alright, we’ve had enough nonsense."
Alaric’s expression beca serious.
At the sa ti, he also imdiately took a fighting stance.
"Get ready."
This would be the most fierce battle The King had ever encountered in his life.
This would be a battle where he would have to give it his all to win.
This would be a battle where Alaric could lose and die.
But, he had no regrets or fear.
Because The King had an unshakable faith.
He believed that he would win.
The next mont, Alaric’s eyes flashed with a sharp, bloodthirsty light.
His body and sword were both covered in a golden aura.
The color of luck and victory.
It was ti to end everything.
Whoosh!
Both the demon king and the King disappeared from the battlefield.
Leaving no traces behind.
As if they had never existed at all.
Clang!
Then, the two swords clashed with each other.
***
During his last conversation with Prince Erza, or rather Kaelus, Alaric had thrust a letter into his hand.
It was a letter of challenge specifically for the demon king.
The King knew that he would have to confront him no matter what.
So, instead of going through the trouble of looking for the demon king, he decided to et him at a certain location.
The castle of the Dicathen Kingdom.
The place where the demon king was reborn.
And it would also be the place where he would close his eyes forever.
And why was Alaric so sure that the Demon King would co?
It was simple.
"Because he wanted to destroy all the great threats first."
Since the Demon King had been reincarnated into Erza’s body, of course he would inherit the prince’s mories.
If not, it would be fine too.
Because the letter had the na Dix in the sender section.
The Demon King would definitely recognize this na.
He would never forget it.
It was the na of the one who had caused the demon race to lose miserably to humanity.
One of the seven greatest enemies of the demon race.
So, he would definitely co.
This was a bet.
And the mont he saw the Demon King in the throne room, Alaric knew that his bet was right.
Now, all that remained was to rely on his strength.
The entire hope of humanity rested on the shoulders of a single person.
Alaric Valthor.
Or else.
Hero Dix.
***
Like two beasts that knew only how to kill and kill, Alaric and the demon king charged at each other.
Clang! Cleng! Cling!
The two continuously launched vicious attacks that were no less than their opponents.
Creating nurous shockwaves that were powerful enough to blow away the curtains and windows in this throne room.
Tiny sparks were also continuously produced at a dizzying speed.
Many of them accidentally fell onto the curtains and carpets nearby, creating a small, unnoticeable fire.
But very quickly, that fire would spread.
Wide enough to cover the entire castle.
And strong enough to turn everything into ashes.
But despite that, The King and the demon king still did not pay any attention.
The two seed to be in a separate world.
A world where all they could think about was to make their opponents die as quickly as possible.
The two of them could be said to be evenly matched.
But, the more they fought, the more Alaric felt that sothing was wrong.
"This is not good..."
He muttered, then jumped back.
Keeping a certain distance from his opponent.
Then, The King’s gaze swept over the Demon King’s entire body.
"Tch."
He clicked his tongue.
It had been a while since the battle began, and although the two of them were on par with each other in strength, their defenses were vastly different.
The Demon King was still completely fine.
It was all thanks to his insanely tough armor.
Thanks to it, his body couldn’t be injured at all.
anwhile...
Alaric glanced at his own body.
"Although I’m protected by an aura, compared to that armor, this is nothing."
And as a result, his body had a few scratches.
Although they weren’t too serious, if the number continued to increase, the situation would beco very bad.
It didn’t take long for the King to realize that if he wanted to be sure of victory, destroying that armor was a must.
But, to do so, he would need insane power.
That would be quite difficult for Alaric, whose fighting style was to use technique to achieve the greatest effect.
However, it was not impossible.
"It’s ti for a change."
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