Summary up to the previous time
The battle with Atofe began.
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"I am the Immortal Demon Lord Atoferatofe Ryback!
I'll bestow you with the title of hero if you can defeat me.
If you lose I'll make you my puppet and use you until your last breath!"
Spreading an overwhelming killing intent was Atofe.
Moreover, the one who was opposing her was the figure of an hero.
"Sword King Eris Greyrat!"
Eris held one of the Sword God's Seven Swords 『Phoenix Elegant Dragon Sword』 above her head and confronted Atofe.
"Sword God Style, huh!"
She happily unsheathed her sword without separating eye-contact from Eris.
"I'll tell you beforehand, the Sword of Light is ineffective against me."
"......"
Eris isn't agitated by Atofe's words.
Even she knows that.
She has heard about the Legend of the Immortal Demon Lord.
Immortal Demon Lord Atofe can never be defeated.
She doesn't have any technique.
Her sword is dull and slow.
She just can't die.
No matter how many attacks she takes, no matter how much fatal wounds she gets, she won't die.
She will rise even after receiving any type of attack.
And then gain victory at the end.
That is the Immortal Demon Lord Atofe.
There are only less than 10 veterans including one of the Three Heroes' Demon Slayer who were able to oppose her during Laplace's military campaign.
Feared as the symbol of dread, the only one who was said to have solely defeated her was the North God Kalmann.
Eris is having an insight.
She is thinking, 'Can I defeat that Demon Lord in front of my eyes with my strength alone?'
Nay.
It's impossible with just one person.
Exaltation can be felt for challenging a legendary being but she doesn't hold any techniques to defeat Atofe.
However there is no need to lament over that thing.
Even if she doesn't have a playing hand, there is a person who already has one.
Since the arrangement of that situation has already ended in advanced before coming here.
"......"
"Hey, say something."
Eris doesn't talk.
"Well, there was a fellow like you who concentrated all the nerves and fired an extremely powerful blow......."
"......."
"Fufu, I remember it since I have good memory.
Although that blow never did reach me and I smashed that person with my fist like a frog."
Atofe might have recalled about that time.
She glared at Eris while a wicked smile 'kukukuku' rose to her face.
"How about it? Eris Greyrat.
It's a once in a lifetime gamble.
Would you expose ungratefulness in front of your trusting comrades......or is it honor?"
"........"
"My neck is right here. If you take my head back home you will be regarded as a hero of the Human Race and leave your name in history for eternity."
Striking her neck with a 'tonton' is Atofe.
With an expression that is overflowing with self-confidence.
'This woman won't be able to kill me.'
That sort of self-confidence.
The surrounding Imperial Guards are sighing.
'Ah, Atofe-sama is getting negligent again!' and sighing.
Nevertheless, against heroes, letting them get one attack in is an unavoidable disposition for the race of the Immortal Demon Lord.
"Not really, I don't want something like honor or anything."
Eris said clearly.
"But I'll slice off your head."
"Well said! Eris Greyrat! Now, come!"
Atofe's shout reverberates.
The evening Sun falls behind the mountains, the surroundings are wrapped up in slight darkness, the violet flame lighted on the candlestick shines upon the two people.
Atofe's eyes that are fiery and glittering.
Eris' eyes that are undauntedly staring back.
The gazes of two people crosses and their killing intent collide together.
A critical situation of two people.
"Ah....."
However, the Imperial Guards weren't watching the two of them that time.
They were looking behind Eris.
There stood a giant.
A stone giant was standing within the slight darkness having a height of 3 meters.
Where the hell did it came from?
Is it summoning magic?
No, there are no traces whether it's done.
Furthermore, a blue-haired magician is standing separated several steps from that giant.
As if to say it's a success, the giant suddenly grips it's hand and looks up from behind.
"Ah~...."
For what reason Eris of the Sword God Style didn't attack who has a seemingly rough disposition.
A person who was standing within the Imperial Guards understood it and let out a voice of admiration.
The reason is that, while Eris was stalling for time Rudeus was busy in preparation.
He summoned the Magic Armor 『MK. I』.
"Oh......Ooohhh......."
The shadow standing behind Eris.
Atofe groaned looking up at it.
There is a remembrance.
That armor. Even before Laplace's military campaign, during the Second Great Human-Demon War.
She remembers seeing it before it was sealed.
It's form is slightly different.
It's color is slightly different.
However, those are trivial things.
Like hell there are many instances of this sort of armor in this world that can be collected.
"Fighting God Armor......!"
Atofe was looking up dumbfounded and muttering----.
"GAAAAAAAaaaaaa!!!!"
Eris attacked.