The Misfit of Demon King Academy

The silver-haired fused Misha/Sasha girl was using <Gatom> to transfer the fallen Zeshia’s to the demon king castle but how long would that take with 10,000 people?

“Let’s gather them in one place using <Azeishis> and then you can transfer them in one go.” (Melheys)

Melheys casts <Azeishis> drawing all the Zeshia’s into one place and the silver-haired girl transfers them using <Gatom>.

“A demon king castle has been built underground over there so please evacuate to it.” (fan union)

The fan union girls are guiding the Deiruheido forces to the entrance of the castle.

“What’s wrong Jerga? Can you afford to look away?” (Arnos)

I cast <Fres> and flew into the sky before drawing a magic formation aimed at Jerga.

“How long do you intend to think you have the upper hand!?” (Jerga)

Jerga swings the great holy sword trying to destroy the formation I’d made.

I evade the sword but my magic formation was cut up.

“<Jerga> can’t be destroyed. The only way to stop me is to kill all the humans in Azeshion and even if you did that, <Jerga> would just stop working and wouldn’t disappear from the world! Despair Arnos Voldigod! As long as there’s magic in this world the mazoku are doomed to perish!” (Jerga)

“Fumu. Let me tell you Jerga. If you want me to despair then show me with power and not words.” (Arnos)

“Shut up you filthy arrogant mazoku!!” (Jerga)

Hundreds of chains of light shot out from Jerga’s body and the moment I avoided them a magical barrier activated.

I guess the technique is activated by moving through the chains.

As soon as I broke the chains the large holy sword was swung down.

“Periiiish!!” (Jerga)

The holy sword slices through <Beno Ieven> and smashes me into the ground bleeding and with my origin damaged.

The large holy sword is stabbed into the ground chasing after the injured me.

A loud roar sounds out and the ground is split in half as well as causing a storm from the aftermath of the magic power.

The large holy sword created by <Jerga> can certainly destroy my origin.

“I see.” (Arnos)

In the blink of an eye, my origin was restored.

“Is that holy sword an origin killer?” (Arnos)

“….Wh…..at….the…..!?” (Jerga)

Jerga is astonished by the fact that I, who should have been destroyed, was very much standing there.

“You should have killed me with that. The same attack won’t work on me twice.” (Arnos)

Origin magic Origin Regeneration <Agronemut>.

After receiving an attack on my origin it returns it to its state before it was injured.

Normally, if your origin disappears so does your magic so just before an opponents attack you send <Agronemut> to the future using <Lebaido> where it regenerates your origin.

Because you have to know your opponent’s attack and you need to know they are targeting your origin it’s only usable from the second attack onwards.

Even if Evans Mana destroys my origin I could revive now because Evans Mana pierced my origin 2000 years ago to transfer magic to me.

“Prison Flame Chain Restraint Magic Square <Zora E Dipto>.” (Arnos)

In the moment Jerga thought he’d destroyed my origin I set up the magic formation.

Jet black flames turn into chains and bind Jergas huge body and at the same time Prison Flame Chain also forms a magic circle.

An origin magic put together to block the enemies movement and magic power as well as delivering the final blow. That is <Zora E Dipto>

“Be swallowed up in the flames of darkness.” (Arnos)

The prison flame chains burn black and swallow up Jergas magic body in one go and in his place was a pillar of fire reaching to the heavens.

“Fumu. Oh well, I guess this is to be expected.” (Arnos)

A divine light is leaking out of the black flame pillar.

The flame pillar swells from the inside and an intact huge armoured figure walks out.

“I’ve already said <Jerga> is immortal. Even if you had your sword you can’t keep erasing its concept forever. The destruction of the mazoku is fated!!” (Jerga)

“What? Now that would just spoil the fun.” (Arnos)

“Shut your mouth!!”

While still being connected to <Zora E Dipto> Jerga moved his body and swings his large holy sword.

“Your castle isn’t here! You don’t have Deruzogedo! Without it you can’t pull out that demon sword trump card of yours!!” (Jerga)

Oh?

“I’ve never shown you my principle destroying sword. Who told you about it?” (Arnos)

Those from the age of myths know that my demon king castle is a three-dimensional magic formation but everyone who knows of my swords existence should have died.

“You don’t have the room to worry about that!” (Jerga)

He swings the hold sword sideways dragging the chains with it.

“You can revive as many times as you want. I’ll judge you until you run out of magic power and fall into the abyss of despair!!” (Jerga)

The moment the large holy sword tried to crush me a gust of wind blew from the ground and the huge sword was cut in half and fell down.

“That was unexpected. It seems if I want to cut it I can cut it irrelevant of size.” (Ray)

Ray appeared in front of Jerga wielding Sigshesta.

“Fumu. Have you recovered enough?” (Arnos)

“Thanks to you buying time all seven of my origins are back.” (Ray)

Without all seven of his origins even Ray will struggle against this guy so I had to buy some time.

“……Stupid……stupid foolish man…….” (Jerga)

Hatred overflows.

Huge armoured eyes glowed darkly while a voice filled with hatred spilled out.

“….Hero…. You who was once called a hero. How far…. how far do you intend to fall until you’re satisfied Kanon!!!” (Jerga)

Jerga regenerates his holy sword while raising his voice in anger.

On his left hand, he draws a magic formation and 108 gun ports appear there gathering light in the barrels.

“To think that such a day would come.” (Arnos)

I fly in the sky and move over to Ray.

“I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here.” (Ray)

I gently clench my fist and hold it out to Ray. This dirty hand has the blood of many thousands of humans on it. No, it’s even more than that.

Ray also makes a fist and sticks it out.

He has killed countless mazoku with those hands.

Both of us had the same thing we wanted to do we just had different positions.

Both of us only wanted to protect.

There’s no grudge to be had in that.

“Let’s go friend. Let’s break these 2000-year-old chains of hatred.” (Arnos)

Ray nods.

“Peace for Azeshion and Deiruheido.” (Ray)

We both lightly bump fists.

The next moment using <Gatom> Ray appeared behind Jerga.

“Clever move!!” (Jerga)

Jerga tries to look back but I pour power into <Zora E Dipto> and hold him down.

“Did you think I’d let you do that?” (Arnos)

“Yoooooooou!!” (Jerga)

Jerga fires off numerous <Teo Trias> but I approach him while dodging them.

“Yooooooooou!!!” (Jerga)

The huge holy sword is swung with enough force to make the atmosphere howl but Ray cuts it off with Sigshesta.

“I won’t let you.” (Ray)

A ghost from 2000 years ago and hatred from 2000 years ago.

Two heroes from the great war take to the skies to put an end to a battle that should have been over long ago.

TN: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand cliffhanger lol. Also, I’d love to know how the authors picking their spell names unless they are just headbutting their keyboard.