[Comprehensive] Brave Fighting Demon King

There is no doubt that the other party will not be able to fulfill the king's order, and even less doubt that as long as the time comes, Alia will also be doomed.

...Anyway, she had already expected all of this.

Closing his eyes, the memories accumulated in his mind were reopened.

Peeling out the memories left by the other party, Allen was thinking... Where will this cunning former devil hide in this world now?

The brave pushes the devil

Thousands of puzzle pieces come together to form the final picture.Just eliminating one of them will not damage the overall picture.

Nobuaki Kanazawa's death confirmed.

One of the countless fragments that make up the world, a crack quietly burst open.

——This is a game of kings that all high school students across the country must participate in...

At midnight last night, high school students across the country received text messages from the same sender.

The text message requires all recipients to gather at the designated place before ten o'clock the next morning.

This is of course impossible, no one will take this kind of ridiculous text message inexplicably.

Even if I had doubts, when I came to the school and saw the usual daily scene, the anxiety disappeared immediately.

The black-haired, blue-eyed boy was sitting by the window, with a straight posture as if he was listening to a class, with his head lowered, concentrating on fiddling with his mobile phone.

"It's amazing, did you also receive the text message?"

"Got it, the news has been reported. It's unbelievable. This must be a prank."

Similar conversations were repeated over and over again in the classroom.

In an atmosphere mixed with anxiety and excitement, the class bell rang as usual.

The door was opened, and the mentor's figure appeared at the door.

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

— Stand up and salute.

There was a rustling sound of pages being turned.

The tip of the pen scrapes across the pages of the notebook.

Accompanied by the low and dull sound of the middle-aged teacher lecturing, the chalk scraped across the blackboard bluntly.

Goo... Goo...

A strange voice that should not belong to the classroom at this moment suddenly appeared.

The boy by the window moved his gaze from the phone to the podium, and what was reflected in his dark blue pupils was the middle-aged teacher's distorted and swollen face irregularly, like overcooked dough.

Immediately afterwards, there was a light sound like pressing a blister with a finger, and the teacher's head burst like a blister.

A splash of foul-smelling, bright red liquid.

A few seconds later, the screams that seemed to shake the teaching building down completely erupted.

In the panic, from the abdominal cavity of the dead teacher, a chubby thing slowly emerged from the neck as if it was about to replace the broken human head.

The tumbler with thick eyebrows jumped from the teacher's corpse onto the podium.

The roly-poly with a funny face and a pair of big, bulging eyes painted on it seemed to sweep across the students in turn.

It opened its mouth wide, and shouted in a sharp voice: "No-down-weng-jun..."

The students talked a lot, and they didn't know who proposed to report to the teacher, so a few bold boys took the lead and ran to the corridor.

"...it's spinning!"

On the podium, the colorful tumbler spun rapidly like a top.

"What the hell is this?! Did it kill the teacher?!"

Anger, cries, questioning...

Amidst the noisy background sound, the rapid rotation of the tumbler suddenly stopped.

Puff puff……

There was another series of bursting sounds like water bubbles.

The red liquid splashed, and it was like blossoming red flowers in an instant.

Several bodies that lost their heads slumped to the ground.

——This is what happened at [-]:[-] after the first class started in the morning.

"No-down-weng-jun...it's spinning!"

Seconds later, several more unfortunate classmates lost their heads.

After the number of classmates dropped sharply to less than ten, someone finally discovered the secret hidden in the tumbler.

This is a game of 123 wooden figures, and the game ends when the button behind the tumbler is pressed.And people can only move when the tumbler is spinning, and when he is still, any movement means death.

On the back of the tumbler, the electronic timer is counting down the time every minute.

If you fail to end the game before the countdown ends, everyone alive will die.

—It's nine forty-five in the morning.

"Hey! Over there! What are you doing now?! So many classmates are dead! How can you be so leisurely!"

Someone was crying at the top of their lungs.

The tumbler on the podium was spinning, and the boy turned his head slightly, a blood-stained face was reflected in his eyes.

"You bastard! What's the matter with this indifferent attitude?!"

The indifferent eyes broke the tight string in the opponent's mind, and the athletic boy with a strong physique waved his fists, yelling and pounced on him.

"No! The tumbler..."

——The tumbler stopped.

噗

Like a deflated balloon, the burly body without its head crashed to the ground.

— Nine fifty.

"No-down-weng-jun...it's spinning!"

"... woo woo woo... I can't take it anymore! I want to go home!" The girl who had been sitting slumped in the last row suddenly opened the back door of the classroom and rushed out when the tumbler turned again.

Just when she was about to step out of the classroom threshold, the tumbler that had just turned up suddenly stopped still as if it had sensed her actions.

The girl's beautiful face twisted horribly, blood spattered everywhere, her body leaned backwards, and fell to the floor.

The eyes of the boys and girls who were still alive were full of fear, but no one dared to tremble, and they were desperately suppressing their breath.

"No-down-weng-jun...it's spinning!"

Gululu, Gululu

The tumbler on the podium spun rapidly.

"If we don't end this game, none of us will be able to leave here." The young man who acted as the leader spoke, staring at the tumbler, and moved to the podium step by step, "Now is the time for everyone to work together... Time is running out, We must survive!"

— Nine fifty-five.

A teenager got too nervous while moving and knocked over the desk when the roly-poly was stationary.

— Nine fifty-five.

The tumbler just started to spin and then suddenly stopped. A girl who was closest to it had no time to take back her steps and fell to the ground.

— Nine fifty-five.

— Nine fifty-five.

The tumbler remained motionless, staring at the surviving students in the room.

— Nine fifty-five.

"No-down-weng-jun-spin!"

The moment the tumbler spun, the leader suddenly rushed out, grabbed the tumbler almost in a falling posture, and pressed the button on its back.

For a moment the air seemed to freeze.

The boy holding the tumbler fell to the ground, gasping for breath. After a while, he propped himself up and sat up, staring blankly at the other students, as if he was not sure whether he was still alive.

"Successful?"

Someone murmured uncertainly.

The tumbler opened its mouth wide: "End—end—"

"... Great, great! We survived!"

The students who survived the catastrophe burst into tears and couldn't help cheering.

Pop, pop twice.

The joy on the face of the young man holding the tumbler turned to bewilderment.

After the two companions who survived together cheered joyfully, their heads bloomed into bloody flowers one after another.

"...for, why..."

Before he could understand what happened, the tumbler in his arms opened his mouth again.

"One person, survived!"

"wrong."

There was the sound of tables and chairs being dragged, and someone stood up in the classroom near the window in his vision blurred by blood and sweat.

"...Gai, classmate Gail?..."

The figure is slowly approaching.

Suddenly, a brisk music suddenly sounded.

"Why, what..."

After a moment of panic, I remembered that it was my cell phone ringing.The mobile phone cannot connect to the outside world during the game, can it be used again now that the game is over?

Thinking this way, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, but found that there was still no signal.

But I got a new text message instead.

[Sender: King Subject: King Game Article: Ten Seconds END]

ten seconds?What ten seconds?

Shadows enveloped the whole body.He raised his head blankly, and saw the face of his black-haired and blue-eyed classmate without any special emotion.

"Everyone who received the text message, you should gather before ten o'clock."

gather?What set?

My brain is in chaos, and I can no longer sort out the current situation.The sound of tick-tock-tick came into the ears, and after tracing the source of the sound, what I saw was the wall clock hanging at the back of the classroom.

The moment the second hand coincided with the minute hand, the phone rang again.

His hands and feet suddenly became weak, his vision gradually blurred, and his whole body seemed to be in a cloud, and he quickly collapsed.

grumble

The tumbler fell from his arms and was picked up by his classmates.

In the mobile phone that can no longer be read, such text is stored in the last text message.

——【Sender: The King Subject: The King's Game Article: Because he did not obey the king's order, he was sentenced to suffocation.National High School Survivor END]

Looking at the black round eyes of the tumbler, suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and the round tumbler turned into dust in the palm.

"So, it was wrong."

The number of survivors is 0.

After destroying an important puzzle, the rift widened dramatically.

The brave pushes the devil

The blue color of the sky peeled off, revealing traces of mottled like rust.

As if the paint of the oil painting has dried up and peeled off, the daily life of the city