Demon King Evolution History

"This Destroyer Armor was originally sent to me by the dem company. Now I have locked this Destroyer Armor with an electronic code, and no one but me can activate it for the second time."

"Damn it, even if it's like this, I won't give up!"

Origami took out the pistol from her waist, rushed to Shiori and Kotori, and aimed the gun at Kotori's head from behind.

"no"

Shiori hurriedly hugged Kotori's head in his arms, turned his back to Origami and said, "No way, Origami... you kill someone or something... if you pull the trigger, you will... can't turn back..."

With just one blow, Origami's mind will be worn away, and it cannot be restored.

But Origami did not put down the muzzle of the gun, and cast a sharp gaze at Shiori's back.

"... Even so, I don't care, as long as I can use my hands to defeat the Balrog..."

Shiori clenched his fist hard, nails digging into his 'flesh'.

At this moment, a thought came into Shiori's mind.

Flame Spirit Balrog.

Origami used, this title.

"what"

Almost sophistry words and deeds.

Even if it is said to be playing a boring word game, there is no way to refute it.

However, this is at least a possibility, and this is Shiori's only lifeline right now.

"Origami...listen to me!"

Origami didn't respond.

But Shiori took that silence as affirmation and continued.

"The object of your revenge is the Balrog... right?"

"Yes!"

"Manipulating the flames to burn everything and recover from the abyss of death... the elf of flame, right!?"

"Yes!"

"It's not my sister Wuhe Kotori, but the Flame Spirit, the Flame Demon, right!?"

"...what are you talking about?"

Origami's eyebrows were slightly distorted.

"The Balrog and Wuhe Kotori are the same existence! Where are you?"

"Okay, answer me quickly! Your enemy is the spirit of flame, so it has nothing to do with my sister who is a human!?"

Shiori yelled, and Origami replied after being silent for a while suspiciously.

"Your remarks are incomprehensible! Indeed, my enemy is the flame spirit, the flame demon, not a human being. And Wuhe Qinli is an 'elf' spirit, so this condition can be established."

Shiori swallowed hard, and Origami continued.

"Get out of there, Shiori!"

"No...it can't be done! After hearing what you said just now, it's even more impossible..."

"……how?"

Origami frowned as if she couldn't understand Shiori's words.

"Please! It will be fine in a while, give me and Kotori a little time. In that case"

"No! Now is the best opportunity to defeat the Balrog... If you don't back down"

Origami moved the muzzle of the gun, ready to pierce through Shiori's 'chest', and let the bullet 'shoot' into Kotori's head.

It's fine... as long as he avoids the vital parts, Shiori's life will not be in danger...

Tohka and Yoshino stood beside them without speaking, but they were ready to release their spiritual power to protect Shiori and Kotori.

Qijing held the crystal sword in front of her face, and made a gesture of preparing to swing the sword.

Origami's body has reached its limit due to the control of the Doomsday Armor, and her consciousness has become drowsy, as if she has forgotten the existence of other people around her, and only Shiori and Kotori are left in her eyes.

Feeling that Origami's fingers 'touched' the trigger of the pistol, Shiori finally didn't hesitate any longer, and lowered his head to enclose his sister Kotori's small mouth with pink 'lips'.

A feeling of dizziness hits the brain.

Kissing the younger sister who has spent several years together is full of immorality, and at the same time reveals an indescribable sense of intoxication.

Then, Shiori felt something warm flow into his body.

A vague memory flowed into his mind, and Shiori twitched his eyebrows slightly.

That day five years ago!

Kotori was playing alone in a small park near her home.

Today is Kotori's ninth birthday, but both father and mother are not at home because of work.