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Rimuru, his expression stern and resolute, gathered once more with the other demon lords. The air was thick with tension, each leader acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. They had witnessed the activation of the swastikas and the return of Reinhard, but the emergence of Yuuki as a formidable enemy added a new layer of complexity to their already dire circumstances.
As they assembled in the grand hall, the atmosphere was heavy with anticipation. Guy Crimson, Milim, Luminous, and the others looked towards Rimuru, awaiting his report. The destruction left in the wake of Yuuki's machinations was fresh in their minds, and the urgency of their meeting was palpable.
Rimuru began, "I've encountered a new threat. His name is Yuuki, and he appears to wield control over the Angel Series Ultimate Skills. He's also somehow managing to control powerful beings, such as Dagruel."
At his words, the tension in the room spiked. The mention of Dagruel, a fellow demon lord now turned against them, sent ripples of shock through the assembly. Rimuru continued, his voice steady despite the gravity of his news.
"Dagruel was controlled by Yuuki through an implanted Angel Series Ultimate Skill. This skill not only allowed Yuuki to dominate Dagruel's will but also acted as a bomb set to destroy him if tampered with. Fortunately, I was able to save Dagruel's soul."
With a gesture, Rimuru activated his power. The room shimmered with a soft glow as Dagruel's form began to materialize. Slowly, his massive body reconstituted, and he stood before the other demon lords, restored but visibly shaken.
Dagruel's eyes opened, filled with a mixture of confusion and relief. He looked around, taking in the sight of his comrades and allies. "Rimuru," he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant. "I...thank you."
Rimuru nodded. "We're all in this together, Dagruel. We can't afford to lose anyone, especially not to someone like Yuuki."
The other demon lords were visibly relieved to see Dagruel returned to them. Milim stepped forward, her eyes blazing with determination. "This Yuuki sounds like bad news. What do we know about him?"
Rimuru shared what little information he had. "Yuuki is an enigmatic figure, powerful and cunning. He seems to be a key player in the Eastern Empire's plans. His Ultimate Skill, Michael, makes him nearly invincible as long as he has supporters. He's also somehow able to track the swastikas despite our efforts to relocate them."
Guy Crimson frowned, his expression thoughtful. "Yuuki... If he has control over the Angel Series Ultimate Skills, he's a significant threat. His abilities and strategy suggest he's been planning this for a long time."
Luminous spoke up, her voice tinged with concern. "We need to find a way to counteract his control over the Angel Series Skills. If he can dominate Dagruel, he might be able to control others as well."
Rimuru nodded. "I agree. Ciel and I will work on a solution. In the meantime, we need to strengthen our defenses and protect the remaining swastikas. We can't let Yuuki or Reinhard gain any more ground."
The demon lords exchanged grim looks. The situation was dire, but they were determined to stand together against this new threat. Each of them had faced unimaginable challenges before, and they would face this one with the same resolve.
As the meeting continued, they discussed strategies to counteract Yuuki's control, reinforce their defenses, and protect the vulnerable swastikas. They knew that the next move was crucial and that any misstep could lead to catastrophic consequences.
Guy Crimson, taking charge, laid out a plan. "Each of us will be responsible for guarding the swastikas. Rimuru, since you have the ability to save souls, you should be on standby to assist any of us if Yuuki attempts to control another of our allies."
Milim slammed her fist into her palm. "I'll take charge of the defense around the swastika near my territory. If Yuuki or any of his minions show up, they'll regret it."
Luminous added, "I'll coordinate with my forces to keep a watchful eye on any suspicious activity. We can't let them catch us off guard again."
Dagruel, now fully recovered, spoke with determination. "I won't let myself be controlled again. I'll fortify my territory and ensure it's ready to repel any attack."
Rimuru, grateful for their solidarity, concluded, "We have to stay vigilant. Yuuki is a cunning adversary, and Reinhard is an immense threat. But together, we stand a chance. Let's prepare for the worst and hope for the best."
Rimuru stood resolute, his mind working in tandem with Ciel as they devised a plan to counter Yuuki's insidious control. "Ciel," Rimuru thought, "we need to find a way to alter the Ultimate Skills of others so that the Angel Series' influence is completely erased from their concept."
Ciel responded with a hint of determination, «Understood, master. I will begin the analysis and modification immediately. It will take time, but we will succeed.»
As Rimuru and Ciel worked tirelessly on their plan, another commotion erupted on the other side of the world. Guy Crimson and Milim Nava, sensing the disturbance, exchanged determined glances. Guy nodded to Milim and then turned to Rimuru. "Rimuru, you take care of things here. Guard our trump card. If Reinhard gains access to it, everything will be over."
Rimuru, understanding the gravity of the task, nodded. "Leave it to me. I'll ensure it remains safe."
With that, Guy and Milim took to the skies, flying towards the source of the commotion. They knew it wasn't the Empire's doing; Guy had been keeping a close watch on their movements since their recent losses. This could only mean one thing: Reinhard was finally making his move. Guy cursed under his breath, the thought of facing such a powerful adversary weighing heavily on his mind. Milim, though worried, steeled herself for the coming battle.
The two demon lords arrived at an Eastern Kingdom not under the dominion of the Eastern Empire. There, in the sky, stood their old nemesis, Feldway, the one who had toyed with them and the other demon lords thousands of years ago without ever breaking a sweat. His overwhelming might was still fresh in their minds, but Guy and Milim were not the same as before. Their powers had grown significantly, yet the sight of Feldway still sent a chill down their spines.
Feldway looked down at them with a condescending smile, his presence exuding an aura of undeniable power. "Ah, Guy, Milim, it's been a long time," he greeted them mockingly. "Have you come to entertain me once more?"
Guy's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists. "This time, it's different, Feldway. We've grown stronger, and we won't let you toy with us again."
Milim, her expression fierce and determined, added, "We'll make you regret underestimating us!"
With that, the battle began. Guy and Milim launched themselves at Feldway, their combined assault a whirlwind of power. Guy, a master of hand-to-hand combat, closed the distance with blinding speed, his fists striking with the force of a tempest. Milim, her strength immense, unleashed shockwaves with each strike, aiming to destabilize Feldway.
Feldway countered their attacks with torrents of flames, the heat searing the air around them. Despite being incomplete, his power was formidable. Guy and Milim dodged and retaliated, their movements a seamless dance of destruction and defense.
Guy moved with agility, weaving through the inferno to land a solid punch on Feldway's jaw, sending him reeling. Milim followed with a barrage of strikes that pushed Feldway further back. The demon lord found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with their relentless assault.
Frustration etched on Feldway's face as he summoned more intense flames, creating a blazing inferno around him. Guy and Milim momentarily retreated, regrouping with unwavering resolve.
"We need to break through his defenses," Guy shouted over the roar of the flames.
Milim nodded, her determination unyielding. "I'll create an opening. You go in for the strike."
With a fierce roar, Milim charged forward, her body radiating a blinding light. She smashed through the inferno with sheer force, creating a path for Guy. Feldway, momentarily stunned, found himself exposed.
Guy seized the chance, charging through the opening Milim had created. He focused all his power into one devastating punch, aiming directly at Feldway's core. The impact sent shockwaves through the sky, the ground below trembling.
Feldway was knocked back, his defenses shattered. But he wasn't defeated. With a roar, he unleashed a wave of fire that engulfed both Guy and Milim. They braced themselves, their bodies straining against the heat and force.
Despite the flames, Guy and Milim pressed on. They knew they couldn't let up. Guy continued his relentless assault, his fists moving with blinding speed. Milim kept the pressure on, her attacks growing more powerful.
Feldway, now on the back foot, struggled to keep up. His flames, though fierce, began to wane. He realized he couldn't afford to hold back any longer.
Summoning all his remaining power, Feldway created a massive vortex of fire, intending to incinerate everything. The sky turned a fiery red, and the heat became unbearable. Guy and Milim stood their ground, eyes locked onto Feldway with unyielding resolve.
"Milim, we have to end this now," Guy shouted, his voice hoarse from the heat.
Milim nodded, eyes blazing. "Together, we can do it."
With a final, united effort, they charged at Feldway, their combined powers creating an unstoppable force. Feldway, realizing the danger, poured every ounce of his strength into his flames, creating a fiery barrier.
But Guy and Milim were undeterred. They pushed through the flames, enduring the searing heat. With one final, mighty strike, they shattered Feldway's barrier and landed a blow that sent him crashing to the ground.
Feldway lay there, battered but not defeated, glaring up at them. "You've grown stronger," he admitted, voice a low growl. "But this isn't over."
Guy and Milim, though exhausted, stood tall. "We'll be ready," Guy replied, voice steady despite his fatigue. "This time, we won't let you win."
Feldway, with a pained smirk, slowly rose to his feet. "We shall see," he said, before vanishing into the shadows.
Just as they began to relax, a sudden, overwhelming aura descended upon the kingdom. Feldway, in his last act of defiance, summoned all his remaining power and unleashed a cataclysmic inferno. Flames erupted from the ground, engulfing the entire kingdom.
Guy and Milim's eyes widened in horror as the flames spread uncontrollably. "No!" Milim screamed, her voice echoing with desperation.
They tried to divert the flames, but Feldway's final attack was too powerful. The inferno consumed everything in its path, killing millions. The souls of the fallen activated the swastika hidden beneath the kingdom.
Guy and Milim stood amidst the devastation, their hearts heavy with guilt and anger. "We failed," Guy muttered, fists clenched in frustration.
Milim's eyes filled with tears, her voice a whisper. "We couldn't stop him"
The swastika's activation sent a shockwave through the air, signaling the next step in the empire's plan. Despite their efforts, Feldway had succeeded in his mission.
Guy and Milim knew they had to regroup and come up with a new strategy. The battle was far from over, and the stakes were higher than ever. With renewed determination, they vowed to stop Reinhard and the empire, no matter the cost.
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In the heart of Gladsheimr, the shimmering golden structure that threatened the safety of the world, Reinhard sat on his throne, an aura of overwhelming power radiating from him. His gaze was fixed on Feldway, who knelt before him, the remnants of his power evident in his ragged appearance.
"So, Feldway," Reinhard's voice echoed through the grand hall, cold and mocking. "Was it really necessary to use a Parallel Existence to fight Guy and Milim? If they knew they were only facing a mere 20% of your true power, they would be devastated."
Feldway remained silent, his head bowed. Despite the scorn in Reinhard's voice, there was no hint of fear in his eyes—only respect and unwavering loyalty.
Reinhard continued, his lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Still, I must admit, I enjoyed the show. It was quite entertaining to see how strong Rimuru Tempest and Yuuki Kagurazaka have become. According to my calculations, even you, Feldway, might not be able to win against those two if you were to fight them. Their power has grown exponentially."
He leaned back on his throne, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "But in the end, they are nothing but worms beneath my feet. None can reach my power."
The hall shimmered with the golden light of Gladsheimr, a testament to the five swastikas that had been activated. Most of Reinhard's immense power had been restored, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tremble in his presence.
"We have activated five swastikas," Reinhard mused, his voice almost contemplative. "However I am far from done. Activating the remaining three swastikas will be a challenge, given that the demon lords are on high alert. Nonetheless, I will make sure to enjoy every second of it."
His gaze turned back to Feldway, who still knelt before him. "Rise, Feldway. You have done well, even if it was only a fraction of your true strength. The time for games is over. We will proceed with our plan and crush any opposition that stands in our way."
Feldway stood, his expression resolute. "As you command, my lord. The remaining swastikas will be activated, and your full power will be restored."
Reinhard's laughter echoed through Gladsheimr, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. "Indeed, Feldway. The world will soon be destroyed and none shall stand in my way."
Sitting upon his throne, Reinhard looked towards Zelanus, his loyal servant. His voice, calm yet commanding, echoed throughout the vast chamber.
"Zelanus, fetch Rudra. Or should I say, Michael? If his purpose in opening the swastikas was to pique my curiosity, he has succeeded. My magnanimous heart will grant him an audience."
Zelanus bowed deeply, his respect for Reinhard unwavering. "As you command, my lord."
With a swift exit, Zelanus left the hall to retrieve Michael. It did not take long before Zelanus returned, with Michael—inhabiting the body of Emperor Rudra—following closely behind. As they entered the grand hall, Michael's eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the grandeur of Gladsheimr and the overwhelming presence of Reinhard.
Michael, still maintaining the guise of Rudra, stepped forward confidently. "Reinhard, it is an honor to stand before you."
Reinhard's piercing gaze fell upon Michael, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Cut the act, Michael. I am well aware of who and what you are—a Manas, an ultimate skill that has gained sentience."
Michael's confident demeanor faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of shock. He quickly regained his composure, but the unease lingered. "You are indeed perceptive, Lord Reinhard. But surely, you must understand the purpose of my actions. I seek to revive the Creator, Veldanava, your father."
Reinhard's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a cold amusement. "Revive Veldanava? My father, whom I destroyed? You dare speak of reviving him?"
Michael's confidence wavered again, but he pressed on, believing he could reason with Reinhard. "Yes, Reinhard. You should be overjoyed. Reviving Veldanava will restore balance and order to the world."
"Hahahaha..!"
Reinhard's laughter was a chilling sound that reverberated through the hall. "Balance? Order? Do you think I care for such trivialities? My philosophy is one of absolute power. I destroy everything I love. My father was not an exception. I killed him and bestowed him with destruction."
Michael's eyes widened in realization, understanding the depth of Reinhard's conviction. He had underestimated Reinhard's ruthlessness and absolute power. Despite the Castle Guard ability that gave him an invincible barrier, Michael felt a shiver of fear. He knew Reinhard's power was absolute, capable of breaking through any defense.
"Reinhard, I implore you to reconsider. With your power and my guidance, we can achieve true perfection," Michael pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.
Reinhard's smile faded, replaced by a look of utter disdain. "You still do not understand, do you? There is no perfection in this world. Only destruction, at least not yet. Perfection will only be reached by me"
With a mere flick of his hand, Reinhard unleashed a torrent of golden energy that shattered Michael's Castle Guard. The invincible barrier that Michael had relied on disintegrated, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.
"No... This can't be," Michael muttered, his voice trembling with fear.
Reinhard's eyes gleamed with cold amusement as he raised his hand once more. "Your existence ends here, Michael. Your dream of reviving Veldanava is nothing but a farce."
A blinding flash of light enveloped Michael, and in an instant, his body was disintegrated, leaving nothing but a fading echo of his presence. The power of Reinhard was absolute, and even the mightiest of barriers were meaningless before him.
As the light faded, Reinhard sat back on his throne, his expression one of satisfaction. "Let this be a lesson to all who dare to defy me. My power is absolute, and none shall stand in my way."
Zelanus, having witnessed the spectacle, bowed deeply once more. "Your power is truly unmatched, my lord."
Reinhard nodded, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "Indeed. The remaining swastikas will be activated, and the world will tremble before my might. None shall escape the destruction I bring."
The golden light of Gladsheimr shimmered brighter than ever, a testament to the power and dominance of Reinhard. The world stood on the brink of annihilation, and only the strongest could hope to survive the wrath of the being who sat upon the throne, his power absolute and unchallenged.
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In the Eastern Empire, Yuuki Nava's smile stretched wider as he sensed the abrupt cessation of Michael's life force. The ultimate skill that had once animated Rudra was now extinguished, leaving a void filled with Yuuki's burgeoning power. He felt the influx of energy coursing through his veins, a testament to the power dynamics he had meticulously orchestrated.
Yuuki had always been aware of the weaknesses inherent in the Castle Guard ability. Having two users of such a skill could be detrimental, and Michael's overconfidence had played directly into his hands. Reinhard Nava, with his absolute dominance, had swiftly and predictably crushed Michael's foolish ambition. Yuuki's patience had paid off.
From the beginning, Yuuki and Michael had never been true partners. Their alliance was purely transactional, a deal of convenience. The agreement was simple: if one were to fall, the other would inherit everything. With Michael's demise, Yuuki now possessed the full breadth of their combined resources and power. He stared at his reflection, noting the energy radiating from his body. The infusion of power from Michael's death had bolstered his confidence.
The next day dawned with an unsettling disturbance. Across the world, people looked to the skies, their eyes widening in terror and awe. Hovering above them was a gargantuan golden skeleton, its sheer size defying comprehension. The colossal structure was a skeletal titan, its bony frame shimmering with an eerie luminescence.
Reinhard stood proudly within the skull of the giant skeleton, his gaze cast downward upon the world's inhabitants. His presence exuded an oppressive aura, a palpable reminder of his overwhelming power. The air around him crackled with energy, and his eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and contempt.
The golden skeleton was a testament to Reinhard's dominion, a declaration of his impending reign. Its appearance alone was enough to send waves of panic and despair through the populace. People screamed and fled in terror, their minds unable to process the magnitude of the threat looming above them.
Reinhard's gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the scenes of chaos below. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he watched the pandemonium unfold. The fear he instilled was intoxicating, a reminder of his unparalleled might. Yet, beneath his amusement lay a calculated mind, one that was always several steps ahead of his adversaries.
On the ground, the response was immediate. Armies mobilized, and nations scrambled to defend themselves against this apocalyptic vision. But deep down, even the most hardened warriors knew that their efforts would be futile. Against the power of Reinhard Nava, there could be no victory, only survival.
Meanwhile, Yuuki Nava watched the unfolding spectacle from a safe distance. He observed Reinhard's display with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. The golden skeleton was a clear message to the world, Reinhard's power was absolute, his reign inevitable. But Yuuki was not dissuaded. He had anticipated this move, and his plans were already in motion.
With Michael out of the picture, Yuuki's path to challenging Reinhard was clearer. He knew that facing the three Einherjar would be a formidable task, but with the power he now wielded, he was confident in his gamble. The swastika at his side was both a weapon and a shield, a crucial element in his strategy.
Yuuki's mind raced as he considered his next move. Negotiating with Reinhard would require finesse and cunning, qualities he possessed in abundance. He was prepared to use every ounce of his power and intellect to turn the tide in his favor. Unlike Michael, he understood the true nature of their enemy. Reinhard's arrogance was both his strength and his weakness.
As the world reeled from the appearance of the golden skeleton, Yuuki set his plan into motion. He dispatched his agents to key locations, ensuring that every piece of the puzzle was in place. The swastika would be his ace, the card he would play when the time was right. He would approach Reinhard not as a supplicant, but as an equal, ready to exploit any advantage.
The day wore on, and the skies remained dominated by the ominous presence of the golden skeleton. Panic had given way to a tense, fearful silence as people awaited the next move. Nations held their breath, their leaders struggling to devise a response to the unparalleled threat.
Within the skull of the skeleton, Reinhard continued to observe. His mind was a whirl of thoughts and plans, each one more intricate than the last. He reveled in the fear he had sown, yet his focus remained sharp. The activation of the remaining swastikas would be a challenge, but one he was eager to embrace.
As night fell, the golden skeleton remained a constant reminder of the peril facing the world. Reinhard's power was a beacon of destruction, casting a long shadow over everything.
A change would sweep across the landscape as a figure materialized in front of the colossal golden skeleton. The air shimmered with energy, the atmosphere charged with an intensity that could only mean one thing, Milim Nava had arrived. Her eyes locked onto the figure of Reinhard, her elder brother, standing dominantly within the skull of the skeleton.
Milim's heart ached with a mix of nostalgia and confusion. She remembered the Reinhard who had been so kind, the brother who had raised her with love and care. Thousands of years ago, he had been her protector, her mentor, and her only family after the loss of their parents. Now, here he was, orchestrating chaos and destruction.
"Brother!" Milim's voice rang out, a plea and a demand all in one. "Why are you doing this? What happened to the brother I knew?"
Reinhard's gaze shifted to Milim, his expression unreadable. For a moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of the brother she once knew. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cold, unyielding stare.
"There is no brother," Reinhard's voice was like a blade, cutting through the air. "I have no sister."
Milim's breath hitched, the words striking her like a physical blow. She had always known Reinhard to be fierce and unyielding, but this was different. His words were laced with a deliberate cruelty, meant to sever the bond they once shared.
"Don't lie to me!" Milim shouted, her voice breaking. "You raised me, Reinhard! You were my only family! Why are you doing this?"
Reinhard's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I destroy everything I love, Milim. That's my nature. You are no exception."
Tears welled in Milim's eyes, the pain of his rejection cutting deeper than any physical wound. She had always looked up to Reinhard, had always believed in his strength and wisdom. Now, his words were tearing her apart.
"Why, brother?" Milim whispered, her voice trembling. "Why would you do this to me?"
Reinhard's eyes were hard, devoid of any warmth or compassion. "You're fragilea, Milim. And weakness has no place in this world. I've given you all the reasons you need to hate me. So hate me, with every fiber of your being."
Milim's heart shattered. The brother she loved was gone, replaced by this monstrous figure. Her sorrow quickly turned to rage, a fury that burned hotter with each passing second. Her power surged, an unstoppable force fueled by her anger and heartbreak.
Reinhard watched her, his expression impassive. He saw the power building within her, the sheer force of her rage. Yet he remained calm, almost indifferent.
With a scream of fury, Milim unleashed her power, the ground beneath her cracking and splitting from the sheer intensity of her energy. She launched herself at the golden skeleton, her fists crackling with destructive force.
But Reinhard was unfazed. With a mere flick of his wrist, the skeleton's massive hand swung down, slapping Milim to the ground with a force that left the earth trembling. She crashed into the ground, the impact forming a massive crater around her.
Reinhard looked down at her, his gaze cold and unrelenting. "You forget, Milim," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Your Ultimate Skill was mine to begin with. There is no way you can defeat me."
Milim lay in the crater, her body battered and bruised. But the fire in her eyes had not dimmed. She glared up at Reinhard with a mix of rage and determination. Her brother might have turned against her, but she would not be broken.
Reinhard's cold eyes bore into hers. He saw the defiance in her gaze, the unyielding spirit that refused to be crushed. It was both a source of frustration and a strange sense of pride. Despite his words and actions, part of him admired her tenacity.
"You think your rage makes you strong," Reinhard said, his tone mocking. "But it only makes you reckless. And recklessness will be your undoing."
Milim struggled to her feet, her body shaking from the effort. "I won't give up on you, brother," she said through gritted teeth. "I'll find a way to bring you back, no matter what."
Reinhard's expression darkened. "There is no bringing me back, Milim. This is who I am now. Accept it, and perhaps you'll find the strength to survive in this world."
With those final, cutting words, Reinhard turned his back on her, the golden skeleton shifting and moving as he directed his attention elsewhere. Milim's heart ached with a deep, abiding pain, but her resolve only grew stronger. She would not give up on her brother, no matter how far he had fallen.
As she watched him move away, a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I'll save you, brother," she whispered to herself. "Even if it's the last thing I do."
Reinhard heard her words, but he did not respond. His mind was set, his path clear. He would destroy everything he loved, and Milim was no exception. But deep within him, a small part of his old self watched with sorrow, unable to completely sever the bond they once shared.
The world watched in silent horror as the golden skeleton continued its path of destruction, with Milim standing as a lone figure of defiance against the overwhelming darkness that her brother had become.
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Reinhard sat on his throne, a vast and imposing structure of blackened steel and golden inlays. His fingers drummed against the armrest as he pondered his next move. The demon lords had proven to be a tenacious lot, consistently attempting to thwart his plans. He had to admit, their persistence amused him. If they wanted to play games, then he would respond in kind, but on his terms.
A cruel smile spread across his face as his eyes shifted towards Feldway and Zelanus. "It seems our dear demon lords are intent on disrupting our progress," he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and menace. "If they wish to challenge us, let's give them something to truly fear."
Feldway's flames flickered around him, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Zelanus stood stoically, his massive form radiating an aura of annihilation. They both awaited Reinhard's orders with a mix of anticipation and eagerness.
"Feldway," Reinhard began, "I want you to visit a few kingdoms. Burn them to the ground. Make sure the demon lords are aware of your actions. Let them see the futility of their resistance."
Feldway's eyes gleamed with a dark light as he nodded. "It will be done, my lord."
"And you, Zelanus," Reinhard continued, turning his gaze to the other warrior. "Your fists will be the harbingers of despair. Crush these kingdoms until they are nothing but dust. The demon lords will have no choice but to confront us."
Zelanus grinned, a sinister expression that promised destruction. "Consider it done."
Reinhard leaned back, his cruel smile widening. "Threaten them. Demand the swastikas. If they refuse, destroy everything they hold dear. Let's see how long their resolve lasts."
With their orders clear, Feldway and Zelanus departed, each intent on fulfilling Reinhard's command with ruthless efficiency.
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In the Kingdom of Galgrath(Random kingdom), the people lived their lives in relative peace. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the bustling markets and quiet homes. It was a typical day, one filled with the sounds of laughter and commerce. However, this tranquility was shattered when a massive shadow loomed over the kingdom.
Feldway descended from the sky, his form wreathed in infernal flames. Panic spread like wildfire as the people saw the harbinger of their doom. Screams filled the air, and chaos erupted as the citizens tried to flee from the impending disaster.
With a wave of his hand, Feldway unleashed a torrent of fire that engulfed entire city blocks. Buildings crumbled under the intense heat, and the streets were filled with the acrid stench of burning flesh and smoke. Feldway's laughter echoed through the flames, a chilling sound that added to the horror of the scene.
In another part of the world, the Kingdom of Alforn faced a different kind of destruction. Zelanus arrived with a thunderous crash, his fists glowing with a terrible energy. He moved through the kingdom like a force of nature, his punches reducing buildings to rubble and leaving massive craters in their wake.
The people of Alforn could do nothing but watch in terror as their homes and lives were obliterated. Zelanus showed no mercy, his every strike a testament to his overwhelming power. The air was filled with the sound of destruction and the cries of the dying.
News of these atrocities quickly reached the demon lords. Guy Crimson, Dagruel, Dino, and Milim convened in a hastily arranged meeting, their expressions grim. Rimuru Tempest joined them, his face a mask of determination. The loss of Frey had already struck a heavy blow, and now they faced an even greater threat.
"They're making a statement," Guy said, his voice low and dangerous. "They want us to know they can destroy everything we hold dear."
"We can't let them continue this rampage," Milim said, her fists clenched in anger. "We have to stop them."
"They're trying to force us into a corner," Rimuru added. "But we can't play by their rules. We need to be smart about this."
The demon lords nodded in agreement. Despite the gravity of the situation, their resolve had only strengthened. They would confront Feldway and Zelanus, not out of desperation, but with a carefully crafted plan.
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Feldway stood amidst the burning ruins of Galgrath, watching with satisfaction as the flames consumed everything in sight. He was confident in his power, certain that no one could stand against him. That confidence was shaken, however, when he sensed multiple powerful auras approaching.
Guy Crimson and Dagruel appeared first, their combined presence like a tidal wave of power. Feldway's flames roared higher in response, but he knew this battle would not be easy. Dino and Milim arrived moments later, their expressions steely with determination. Finally, Rimuru appeared, his aura calm but deadly.
"This ends now," Guy declared, his voice carrying a promise of retribution.
Feldway's laughter rang out, defiant and mocking. "You think you can stop me? You're welcome to try."
Without further words, the battle began. Flames clashed against raw power as the demon lords launched their attacks. Guy moved with blinding speed, his fists striking with the force of a hurricane. Dagruel's massive form tore through the flames, each step shaking the ground. Dino's agile strikes and Milim's raw power added to the onslaught, creating a whirlwind of destruction.
The battle raged on, with Guy Crimson and Dagruel pressing Feldway relentlessly. Despite the overwhelming power Feldway wielded, he found himself increasingly on the defensive. The two demon lords fought with a unity and ferocity that pushed him to his limits. Feldway's flames roared and clashed against their attacks, but it was clear that this was not going as smoothly as he had anticipated.
Guy's swift, devastating blows and Dagruel's overwhelming strength combined into a formidable assault. Feldway's attempts to counter their moves were met with equal if not greater force. It was a battle of titans, and the battlefield bore the scars of their conflict—craters, scorch marks, and shattered terrain told the tale of their clash.
Amidst this chaos, Feldway didn't notice the subtle preparations being made by Rimuru and Ramiris in the background. Ramiris, the Fairy Queen, had been working tirelessly on a powerful Primitive Magic, a spell so ancient and potent that it required years of preparation. And now, the time had come to unleash it.
As Feldway unleashed another wave of flames, Guy and Dagruel exchanged a knowing glance. It was time. Rimuru nodded to Ramiris, who began to chant, her voice resonating with an ancient power. The ground beneath them started to glow with intricate runes, forming a vast magic circle that surrounded Feldway.
Feldway's eyes widened as he realized something was amiss. The air hummed with energy, and the ground pulsed with a light that grew more intense by the second. He attempted to break free, launching a furious barrage of attacks to disrupt whatever spell was being cast, but Guy and Dagruel redoubled their efforts, keeping him occupied and contained within the circle.
Rimuru, standing at the edge of the magic circle, activated the final part of the spell. The runes blazed with a brilliant light, and the air itself seemed to warp and twist. Feldway's form flickered as the magic took hold, a space-time distortion beginning to envelop him.
"No!" Feldway roared, realizing the trap too late. His flames flared wildly, but the magic was too strong. The ancient power of Primitive Magic, honed and focused by Ramiris, was something even he couldn't easily counter. (Ramiris' Primitive Magic is also outside the system, it works regardless of anything so it can fight against Feldway)
With a final, desperate surge of energy, Feldway attempted to break free, but the magic circle held firm. His form shimmered and wavered before being drawn into a vortex of light. The ground where he stood returned to its normal state, and the battlefield grew eerily quiet.
The demon lords watched as the last remnants of Feldway's presence vanished, sealed away in a different space with no way out. The sealing spell had worked, and one of their greatest adversaries was now trapped in an inescapable prison.
Guy let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and Dagruel straightened, his massive form relaxing slightly. Ramiris, exhausted but triumphant, collapsed into Rimuru's arms.
"Is it done?" Milim asked, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and exhaustion.
Rimuru nodded. "It's done. Feldway is sealed."
The group of demon lords allowed themselves a moment of respite, knowing that while one threat had been neutralized, their battle was far from over. Reinhard and his plans still loomed large, and they knew that more challenges lay ahead. But for now, they had achieved a significant victory, one that bolstered their resolve to protect their world at any cost.
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