Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

A man looked around: "Where is the cup?" He said to the man next to him. The man who spoke glanced at the charred corpse behind him. The man who spoke also followed his gaze. He quickly understood.

However, if the body is the cup, then all of Fay's previous actions mean that he has understood everything.

The man stared at Faye. Faye still smiled. His movements were easy, calm and rational, and his sudden reactions seemed to be planned, with the commonly used word "beast" coming to mind.

No, maybe a little different. Suddenly it occurred to him. Those dazzling sword skills, the way he shifts his gaze, and his flexible movements are all refined abilities. Then, his original experience value should be very different.

Big mistake made. No, in order not to let anyone notice this, he kept walking as if he were taking a walk.

The man looked at Faye's feet.

"I'll do it." The man said, and the man next to him widened his eyes.

"Give me cover." This is the line to be aware of. After being told, the man next to him nodded.

"I'll cover you." After saying that, the man rushed out.

Fay swung her sword in front of the man's face, unseen by him. Although he actually had other plans, due to an accidental low posture, he was hit by a car.

Fay was surprised, but calmly dodged the arrows that appeared from below with subtle movements.

"How naive!" Then Fey kicked the man who was rushing forward hard with her right foot. With a dull sound, the man lifted himself off the ground slightly.

Perhaps due to the impact of the kick, the man vomited blood slightly, but still held onto Faye's feet tightly. Then he stepped on the ground. At that moment, the ground glowed.

Faye understood the man's intention and said with a smile: "You are indeed powerful." He planned to detonate the ground and involve himself.

"But," Faye used her grabbed right foot to forcefully step on the spot that triggered the light. The man rolled on the ground helplessly.

"This trap is too ordinary." The originally glowing ground suddenly went out with a bang. The man lying on the ground was shocked.

"It's a pity, it's so dangerous." Fey looked down at him, and then the man's head rolled away from the ground.

It's so unfair to call him a soldier.

Knowledge, experience, and strength are all beyond his own team. The only advantage that exists is limited to numbers. And for Fay, it might just be a piece of cake.

However, the last of the men looked at Faye and smiled. He neither distorted his thinking in order to survive, nor gave up, nor did he go crazy out of despair. Fear still chilled his spine, but his body was filled with a strange shiver and heat.

This is trembling.

Since becoming a thief, he has been conducting raids and brawls with people. He had forgotten many things, including his childhood admiration for adventurers or knights, and his fantasy of fighting to the death with strong men.

Now, this thinking in reverse from the fear of death emerges again.

The man nodded vigorously and said coldly: "I will cast the most powerful magic on you..." Before he finished speaking, the voice of "No, no, no" rang in his ears.

"It's so heartless." Faye appeared behind the man who was supposed to be the furthest away. Without any reaction, the man's head easily flew into the air.

"It would be unwise for a magician to take the initiative to expose himself." Fay's lips spoke the truth in a matter-of-fact tone. All that was left of the man's head was his spinning head, thinking as his vision fell into the darkness.

It’s not so much who will win, but it’s simply that they are in a different dimension. Such thoughts are not limited to the dying men, but are also passed on to the men around them who are watching them leave.

Strangely enough, the men no longer had any fear. What made their bodies stiff was an even weirder feeling. It was like being shown an image of the future in which he was about to die, a disgusting feeling stronger than giving up.

Although no one lowered their weapons, no one dared to attack Fay. Even such thinking becomes meaningless.

"Then, let's end it." Fay said to them in her usual relaxed tone. Besides, his expression looks very gentle.

That despair is gray. Several people have been killed by a young man named Reno. And the boy didn't take the initiative to attack. He just kills his attacker and waits for the next one.

Those who escape will be swallowed by the darkness, then emerge from the darkness around Renault and be killed. As if to plant fear, the situation seemed to mock the homicide experts.

As the leader of the band of thieves, Isleworth feels irritated, but that doesn't mean he has the energy to spare. Your counterattack strategy should be foolproof.

He had not forgotten to prepare, and would have resorted to any means if he could, and that was Isleworth. Even if his subordinates say he is a sentimental person or a coward, he has always acted like this.

Yes, he was cowardly, and he was proud of it. Isleworth has been like this since he was a kid.

From a young age, he had calmly engaged in actions that were generally considered evil, but would not have encountered anything that he considered to be the slightest bit dangerous.

Because of this, people around him said he was a coward. But it is precisely because he has persisted in this that he has achieved his current status as the leader of 44 thieves.

It is precisely because he has worked so hard that he has achieved this status. And now, all of this was almost destroyed by three people. The others should have been killed by the other two.

There was no news yet, which shouldn't have been a difficult thing, but when he saw the young Renault in front of him, he felt unspeakable uneasiness for the first time.

Why does this happen? Isleworth looked down at the man shaking beside him.

"Dar, go prepare that."

"Ah, want to use that? But there are only three..."

"It's okay, hurry up." He said this and then looked at the man next to him who was concentrating.

"Gordo." he called, and Gordo replied "Any time."

Isleworth nodded, "Let's do it." Then he put his hands on the ground and began to recite the spell. Renault watched all this excitedly, and Gordo stared at Renault and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, a huge magic circle appeared in front of Renault. It glowed bright red and crackled like electricity.

"Oh, it's the first time I've seen it." Reno looked happy, and Goldo poured all his magic into it.

"Red Thunderbird!!"

The magic circle became brighter and brighter, and then a huge strange bird appeared. It is about 30 meters long. It can cause strong winds with just a slight flapping of its wings. Its whole body is covered with wire hair, and its eyes are as red as blood.

The huge claws shine like black ropes, and it is obvious that they can easily cut off limbs with just a touch.

When the strange bird appeared, the men around him showed evil smiles that were even more disgusting than before. Reynold understands this without even using his abilities, indicating that victory is already assured.