Funeral, what should I do if I reincarnate as a demon?

"Huh? No, it shouldn't be...?" Ya Xiu himself was a little unsure.

Opposite me, the Demon Clan heavy-armored warrior who was more than five meters tall and had a sword larger than anyone else - Demon Clan General Bazart of the Throne, spoke angrily at this moment:

"Human magician...this matter has nothing to do with you!"

"Huh? It's not my problem?" Ash himself was a little surprised when he heard this.

But Bazalt looked impatient: "His Majesty the Demon King's order is to drive away all the elves, but your life doesn't matter."

"Really? Thank you so much." He looked at Fulilian overjoyed and said happily: "Look, it's not me, it's your problem."

"...Desert, if you want to leave, leave quickly. Don't be embarrassed here." Fulian didn't want to pay attention to him at all, but just stared at Bazart intently.

"That's a bit too much to say. Am I actually that kind of person in your impression?"

"How long have I known you? How do I know who you are?"

"No...we have known each other for two years, right?"

"It's just two years, right?"

"...What should I do? Sure enough, I should just walk away by myself at this time."

Fulian's natural words made him cover his face and look again at the demon general Bazart holding a giant sword.

The other party also seemed a little impatient at this moment: "We have discussed it, you can choose whether to stay or go."

If he didn't have a mission now and couldn't waste unnecessary energy, Bazart would have wanted to kill them all directly.

"Oh, forget it... I'm different from these cold-blooded elves. I've lived here for two years, and I still have some feelings."

"Really? Then - kill them!!" A cold light flashed in Bazalt's eyes, and he raised his huge sword without hesitation.

The surrounding demons also moved instantly, either using magic or charging forward with their blades waving.

The villagers who were awakened all around were nervously organizing their weapons or trying to use magic to fight back.

At this moment, Ash pulled out the saber he carried and stepped forward: "Leave this big man to me, and you can handle the rest by yourselves."

"Really? Thank you, it's a big help." Fulilian was a little surprised, but she still raised her hand silently.

In an instant, various lights illuminated the entire village.

.....................

"Stupid, really stupid." Bazart looked at the young man walking slowly and the blade in his hand, and a look of contempt appeared on his face under the mask: "The magician actually wants to use weapons and warriors Fight? Seeking death?"

"No, you may have misunderstood. This is for the convenience of harvesting lives after using magic, so I will temporarily name it Reaper No. 7."

"....what and what?"

"Don't worry, it will be over soon."

"Are you...are you looking down on me?!"

Although he was not very famous among the generals and was not very strong, he was still a general. Being treated like this by others in this village made Bazalt immediately angry.

"That's not the case, it's just because..."

"——Go to hell!!"

His voice was so lacking in tension that Bazalt didn't want to listen anymore. Driven by his violent emotions, he raised the giant sword in his hand and struck him.

The huge sword blade came through the air with a whistling sound,

But Ash was not afraid. He ignored the huge size difference between them, swung his blade upwards and slashed, resisting the enemy's attack with all his strength.

Bang——! ! The two collided suddenly, and fierce sparks burst out in an instant.

Unable to withstand this huge force, Ash moved his body uncontrollably backwards, with his legs on the ground, plowing out two ravines several meters long.

"...The transformation was very successful, but even if I transformed into a warrior, it would still be unwise to face such a monster head-on."

In order to test the magic of the great demons of the Mythical Age, which he temporarily called "Reaper Mode", he transformed into a warrior form and muttered, staring at his hands holding the saber.

The tiger's mouth was shocked to the point of dripping with blood.

The difference between a magician and a warrior in this world is only to use magic to strengthen the body and use magic to attack opponents. Therefore, the change of mode should perfectly make him a warrior, but... he still seems not as good as his opponent.

But Bazalt didn't understand this. Although he just instinctively took a half step back on the spot, he felt like he had been greatly humiliated when he saw this scene.

"Just a human...just a magician——!!"

Along with the roar, Bazalt used all his strength, causing the giant sword to stir up strong winds in mid-air and draw an arc, slashing straight towards his head, threatening to split him in two.

But he didn't dodge, and suddenly stepped on the ground with his foot.

The ground trembled violently, and purple gravity thunder scattered.

The surrounding land within six meters suddenly shattered, as if an invisible heavy object suddenly hit it.

The attack trajectory of the giant sword that entered the range also deviated, slicing the corner of his clothes with a slight difference, and hit the ground like a heavy cannon.

——Boom! ! ! !

The already overwhelmed earth completely fell apart in an instant.

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 22 Alternation of Attack and Defense

A giant sword bigger than Ash slammed down, and under the influence of abnormal gravity, the ground trembled and cracked.

Although the dust was affected by the abnormal gravity and the height of the splash was a bit strange, there were still rubbles that exploded around and even hit Ash, causing him to frown in pain.

This scene happened to be seen by Millie who had just rushed out of the room; Millie was worried that he would be killed easily, but now she saw this shocking scene.

Ash was so serious and diligent in magic in the past, and now he trusted him so much that she, an elf, couldn't help but admire him.

It was this spirit of hard work that gave him the spare energy today and the confidence to maintain absolute confidence in his magic while casting this strange magic. Even if he could be cut in half with a slight negligence, he still did not retreat.

Of course... this was what she saw.

In fact, no one noticed that cold sweat ran down Ash's ears, and his body was a little stiff.

....In fact, he didn't want to retreat, but it was the first time he used the gravity thunder that he had worked hard to develop by combining the gravity magic of the mythical era in actual combat.

As a result, he stepped too hard and it was stuck in the soil, but his body had not yet switched, so - he couldn't pull it out at all!

After all, the land compacted by gravity was stronger than concrete, and he was very strong because his feet didn't rot directly.

Fortunately... when his body leaned back, his head was lucky to avoid it, just like the ending of a summer watermelon.

But Ash didn't even have time to feel lucky for himself, and Bazalt on the opposite side was also surprised.

Although he didn't understand why his sword suddenly became much heavier and even hard to control for a while, but... he knew that it must have been done by this "human".

"No matter you are a magician or a warrior! Today you will all become a dead man!!"

After another failed attack, Bazalt, with cruelty and arrogance in his eyes, decided to go all out. He suddenly stepped on the ground and rushed into the range of abnormal gravity. With a heavy rumble like a heavy tank, he swung the giant sword in his hand and slashed at him diagonally like a tornado.

But just as he approached him, the gravity on his body and the gravity on the blade suddenly disappeared, causing the blade to whistle and pass over the head of Ash who was rushing straight at him.

Ash himself went directly under the blade, and without waiting for him to react, he flew past his feet in an instant, bringing a trace of blood in the process.

It was only a moment later that Bazalt felt the pain in his heel, which made him suddenly open his eyes wide.

But he ignored the tiny wound and turned around. The blood from the insignificant wound splashed out like a faucet under the influence of the returning gravity.

The heavy armor on his body pressed the wound so hard that he was in unbearable pain, causing him to kneel on the ground accidentally.

Such a situation made Bazalt shocked.

Because he could not imagine that there was a magician who could show both good close combat and weird magic at the same time, and even made himself kneel down?

Although it was unexpected, but... is there really a magician who can do this?

Before he could figure it out, Ash rushed forward again with his sword, and gravity disappeared again halfway.

It was this constantly changing process that made him realize... it seemed to take a little time for the other party to switch between these two states, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, he swung the giant sword in his hand, swept across the ground with a bang, and raised a thick dust, which completely covered Ash and his sight.

And the huge sword blade broke through the sand and slashed at the newcomer the next moment.

His quick reaction also made him somewhat proud of his success at the beginning. He thought that his opponent would retreat instead of attacking, so he subconsciously slashed with his backhand to resist.

But the hasty defensive swing of the blade seemed a bit powerless compared to the giant's obviously charged slash.

With a heavy muffled sound of "boom!!", he flew out directly, feeling the strong wind passing by his ears, drawing an arc, hitting the wall of a building not far away, and even penetrating the wall of the dilapidated stone house, directly making him disappear from everyone's sight.

........................

Ash seemed to be finished, but no one at the scene was paying attention to his condition, or no one had the spare energy.

There were shouts and kills at the scene, but in fact, the battle between the demons and the elves was basically one-sided except for Fulilian and Millie, so that in addition to roars, the air was mixed with people's dying screams.

The elves had no strength to spare, and Bazalt was too lazy to care about them for the time being. He rushed over quickly and swung his sword in front of the stone house.

In an instant, the entire wall of the stone house collapsed directly. The already dilapidated stone house also collapsed as it lost a wall.

In the smoke and dust, Bazalt was about to completely lose his sight, and he swung his sword and killed him in the dust.

But before he could chop down with his sword again, the dust and flying gravel were suddenly controlled by an inexplicable force, and they stopped in the air for a short time, and then...

Boom!!!

The strong repulsive force caused the sand and gravel in the sky to scatter in his direction like shotgun shells, making him take the blow head-on without any warning.

The sand and gravel hit the armor with a crackling sound, but they could not achieve any effect, but the hole in the mask was drilled.

"You are just playing tricks--!" Bazalt, who was in pain, could not open his eyes for a while, but out of vigilance, he did not move, but waved his sword randomly on the ground, forcing Ash to not get close.

But he did not intend to get close, and threw the saber into the sky with a flick of his hand, and then the purple thunder in his hand gathered and was slapped into the ground with a palm.

The thunder was like a python, tumbling and "crawling" towards the giant who was standing still.

Wherever the purple lightning passed, the ground cracked and shattered, leaving scorch marks all over the ground, and in the blink of an eye it was wrapped around the giant.

The maximum gravity was applied at this moment.

The earth groaned in exhaustion, and the ground within a radius of three meters automatically sank, causing the giant in the middle to be unable to withstand the gravity that was stronger and higher than before due to leg damage. As blood spurted from his feet, he was forced to half-kneel on the ground.

The moment his knees hit the ground, the ground could not support his knees due to the abnormal gravity, his huge body, and his heavy armor, and collapsed more than a meter deep.

His body was injured, and his feet were compacted by the abnormal gravity.

This made Bazalt almost face the dilemma of Ash's inability to pull out his legs before, and he couldn't even stand up, just holding on to prevent himself from falling.

The Buried Flyllian: Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 23 Thank you, bad guy

When faced with the dilemma of not being able to pull his feet out of the soil, Ash was just depressed, but Bazalt was as if he had suffered a great humiliation:

"-- Kill you... I must kill you! Human!!"

"Ah~ Wait a minute." Looking up at the position of the sword blade, Ash patted the dust off his body and smiled and shook his head: "You probably have a little misunderstanding."

"What?"

"Actually, I am a demon."

"... What?"

In the absence of others, Ash smiled and told the truth, which made Bazalt instinctively stunned, and even suspected that he was deceiving himself.

But before he could ask the question, Ash raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "Let's take a look?"

"Huh?"

He subconsciously looked up and saw a silver object in the sky, falling straight towards him at a rapid speed.

The speed was a bit scary. It should be ejected to a considerable height by the repulsive force, and then affected by gravity.

However, facing this blade falling from the sky, Bazalt had no way to dodge it at this moment. He instinctively felt as if his heart was being grabbed, and his pupils suddenly shrank.