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

Although Renault was in a battle where the situation had changed, he happily saw good things in the fog. The air vibrated as the Thunderbird let out a loud roar, bringing fear to Reno.

However, Raynor just grinned at Thunderbird. Isleworth and others were suspicious of the situation. That faint doubt turned into fear in the next moment and assailed them.

Reno pointed his right hand at Thunderbird: "Kneel down!"

Just one sentence, a deep voice sounded.

Incomprehensible, the gray boy is talking to the monster. Thunderbird looked down at Renault, then took a step forward, bowed his head and saluted Renault. Raynor gently touched the extended head and stroked it. The ptarmigan meows like a cat.

This scene left the men stunned. Monsters and monsters are supposed to be absolutely obedient in the summoning contract. But now they're making overtures to pre-teens that even Isleworth can't understand.

"Stop it!" the shout came from Summoner Gordo. Perhaps because most of the magic power was used in summoning, his steps were wavering as he barely managed to stand. However, his expression was filled with viciousness.

"How much effort do you think it took to become a contractor with you! Kill it! Kill that guy!!!"

Renault gathered strength and said, "Go." Just as Renault finished speaking, Thunderbird sprayed a small ball of fire from its mouth. It approached Gordo quickly, without time to dodge, and immediately made contact with him.

In an instant, a pillar of fire spewed out. Those nearby immediately moved away from Gordo. The pillar of fire disappeared instantly, without allowing Gordo to make his final cry. Only the black and burnt ground was left.

"It's good to be able to refine people in an instant, you." Renault said, gently petting the thunderbird. It looked very happy and made a "meow" sound, but its body began to become transparent.

"Once the summoner dies, it will disappear." Raynor whispered to himself, stroking the slightly lonely wings of the thunderbird.

"When we meet again, I hope it can come true." Renault said to Thunderbird. The ptarmigan made another happy "meow" sound and then disappeared. Renault stared at the disappearing space, and after a moment, turned his gaze to the men.

"Do you want to continue?" The thieves were despondent. The silent air was filled with fear of Reno.

But Isleworth realized that Renault was looking directly at him. The chill made his thinking slow, but it also told him two facts. Raynor realizes that Isleworth is the leader.

There's also the fact that, judging by his terrifying grin, they have no plans of escaping.

Isleworth hurriedly looked at Dar, whom he called over.

"Not here yet!" Isleworth's voice became high-pitched. Dahl hurriedly handed something to Isleworth. In Renault's eyes, it was a long container with a needle.

What caught his attention was the contents of the container. The liquid is in an elongated container, which should be made of glass. A mixture of various colors, black may be an indescribable and uncomfortable color.

Isleworth took one himself and handed the other two to several strong men nearby.

"Use all of it?!" Dahl asked in surprise, and Isleworth calmly replied: "If you want to die, you can leave some of it." So, he inserted the small needle connected to the container into his own near the neck.

Renault felt suspicious: "Is it an enhancer or something?"

Based on my own experience, I can tell that this is a strange and strange feeling, although there is not enough negative evidence.

Raynor observed Isleworth, trying to steal information.

Then, he noticed the abnormality. The numerical physical abilities and magical attributes are no different from those seen before. But, there was something added to it.

"Skill: Teleportation. Activity limit: 5:00."

Renault's eyes widened: Impossible. How could I have ignored the skills that can improve human activity capabilities. In other words, the liquid that Isleworth is currently drinking is what prompts the activation of his abilities.

However, how could such a thing exist? If it's magic, it's somewhat believable. But skills that are basically separate from magic are completely different.

This is an act of direct denial of natural phenomena that ignore physical laws. Isleworth smiled at the surprised Renault.

Renault hurriedly looked at the other two people. At some point, the two people who were supposed to be there disappeared.

Renault was startled. Isleworth launched into an impulsive leap, carrying Reno into the air. Looking up, he saw two men wielding swords where he had just been standing.

Seeing those two people, he was sure.

"Skill: Teleportation. Activity limit: 4:57."

Sure enough. That strange liquid became the trigger for skill activation.

But why?

Why do "three people have the same skills"?

Thoughts slowed his reaction, and Elworth, who stood silently behind Renault, swung his sword towards Renault's back.

Reno's reaction became sluggish as he thought about the problem. With a hint of pain, he fell rapidly. Hitting the ground, kicking up dust.

Next, two men appeared directly above Renault, moved instantly, and stabbed toward Renault. When the dust clears, the pitiful body of the gray boy will be seen lying there.

However, when the smoke cleared, what they saw was despair. Renault stood behind the two men and held their necks loosely. Judging from the bent angle of their necks, both men were obviously dead.

Renault glanced briefly at Isleworth, who was still falling in the air: "Just keep one." These were the last words heard by the men around him.

Just for a moment. Raynor disappeared silently, and then they were hit by a blast. Everyone watched in disbelief as Reynold accurately took their lives. All the men around him had their hearts shot through instantly and fell to the ground silently.

Isleworth felt danger and immediately teleported. He could only watch his dead companions from the building. As the earthy smoke rose, the flames he had created with magic died out.

Since the caster is also killed in the darkness, he has only one option - run away.

"There's one more question I want to ask you." This was followed by ridicule from behind. Due to fear, his reaction speed should be several times faster than usual.

However, before he could begin to teleport, Isleworth's head was held. A crackling sound echoed, and Isleworth trembled.

"What!? Ugh!" The "teleportation" that should still be available could not be used.

In confusion, Renault sneered and said: "Yours has been destroyed by me. It can no longer be used." Renault said the fact of "destroy" without politeness.

Because of confusion and fear, Isleworth could only make a pale voice and said, "Monster!"

"I can completely destroy you for asking. If you don't want to, just answer my question."

Fear made Isleworth's eyes unstable, his deep voice made him helpless, and he soon gave up.

"...I'll tell you everything." Isleworth replied, trembling.