Demon King Evolution History

Suddenly a man appeared while saying that.

It was a huge lion with golden hair all over its body, and beside it was a man with extremely powerful strength.

The embodiment of pure 【Power】.

"... Sairaorg!"

Rias called out the man's name.

Sairaogbaal, the owner of the god-destroyer tool [Lion King's Battle Axe].

He appeared here with the great lion Regulus.

He let Regulus stay and took a step forward.

"Let me go!"

Sairaorg took off his shirt and threw it away, his well-trained muscular body appeared in front of everyone.

Sairaorg turned his gaze to Hercules.

Hercules also accepted the vindictiveness he sent out, showing a happy smile.

"The next head of the Baal family. I know it! The Baal family, the great king featuring the magic power of destruction, gave birth to an incompetent next head who was born without the magic power of destruction. I heard that you are a demon but you can only fight Hand-to-hand combat, isn't it? Hahaha, this is the first time I've heard of such an inexplicable demon!"

Even after listening to Hercules' provocation, Sairaorg's expression did not change at all.

"The one who inherited the soul of the hero Hercules."

"Yeah, that's me."

Sairaorg concluded as he walked slowly towards Hercules.

"It seems that I made a mistake. A weakling like you cannot be a hero."

After hearing this, Hercules' forehead showed blue veins.

"I heard that you got the sacred weapon of the Nemean lion that the ancestor Hercules defeated. It's ironic to meet me. If you don't use that, you can't beat me."

After hearing what Hercules said, Sairaorg drew a conclusion with one more sentence.

"Need not."

"what?"

"You don't need a lion's suit to deal with a small character like you."

Sairaorg only made this conclusion about him.

Hercules laughed back.

"Hahahaha! There is nothing that my artifact can't explode! Even if you are wrapped in fighting spirit! It's a piece of cake in front of my artifact!"

Hercules jumped up.

A dangerous energy coiled around his hands.

As soon as he grabbed Sairaorg's two-handed artifact, he launched an explosive attack.

Hercules' Sacred Treasure is something that blasts the target while attacking.

At the same time as the explosion sounded, Sairaorg's hands also exploded, but only the surface of his body was injured.

Sairaorg just said so calmly.

"So that's what it is."

His expression didn't change at all even though his flesh burst and blood gushed out.

Hercules seemed completely irritated, and he further strengthened the energy in his hand.

"Drink, you can really talk. So, how about this?"

He hit the road continuously with his fist.

In an instant, a large-scale explosion occurred on the entire road, covering Sairaorg's entire body.

The road where the two faced each other was completely destroyed, turning into a mountain of rubble.

Hercules laughed again on the rubble.

"Hahahaha! Look, did you see it! I beat him to pieces for nothing! That's why I say that a demon who doesn't even have magic power is a waste! What can you do with mere melee martial arts."

Hercules stopped at this point.

Because after the smoke cleared, the man stood there in the middle of the driveway like nothing happened!

Although he was slightly wounded and bled, Sairaorg's expression remained unchanged.

"that's it?"

He concentrated the undiminished fighting spirit in his eyes, and Hercules' expression trembled a little.

"...Don't underestimate me, you bastard devil!"

Sairaorg began to attack Hercules.

While releasing the powerful pressure, he gradually shortened the distance between him and Hercules.