The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

The front was chaotic. The Kobolds scream and the Wraiths keep them calm. A warrior with a lion's head slaughters the Wraith. The three acted as if they were part of an ecosystem, but they do not last forever. Kobolt was finite and wraiths were even less. Not far away will the front collapse.

It became a reality. Kobold attacks me as soon as the last Wraith is destroyed by Savannak, but they fall victim to my magic.

Is it exactly a physical art?

If they dodge their attacks with the body strengthened by enhanced magic, they will add magical power to the fist and attack.

The lion-headed warrior groaned, "Hobo," as he shot off Kobolts in a single blow.

"I thought there was only a blue gourd here, but it's pretty ... well, you're Ashtaroto."

"I guess it's the first time you see me,"

Shows fun, but Sabnak doesn't laugh.

"I have received reports from my subordinates. A thin-line magician-like youth is a newly born Demon King. The human phase looks just like you."

"Don't you think you're a pretty handsome guy?"

"I'm not feeling like that joke."

"I guess."

"You have crushed my face. You have used me, swayed at humans, and in the meantime, attacked a treasure trove, passing through wisdom and ten million cowards."

"I asked for protection, but the subordinate alliance has not officially signed."

"What can I do without a paper promise?"

"That's right ... I'm like a villain."

When I laugh at myself, I take a rolling short sword. This is what Kobolt had before. You will not be blamed for borrowing it without your permission because it is already dead.

"I have no choice but to talk about this for this period."

"I see, are you ready to jump off your neck?"

"Well, how about that. Maybe the torso and neck are apart."

"Your swordplay is less than an amateur. I don't feel like losing."

"But my magic is pretty good."

"Swordsmanship vs. magic. Interesting."

Savannak, in other words, held a large sword in the upper row.

It's a slow action, but it doesn't mean to sneak in and attack. I felt like doing that would make my head double.

That imagination hit perfectly. A second later, when Savannak's great sword was swung down, I became two. It was brilliantly cut from the top to the waist, but I was able to speak. Because it was the alter ego that he cut. I had anticipated this and prepared a substitute with the magic of Ghosts.

In response, Savannak immediately sensed my survival and distorted his expression, "Small!"

"Small imitation!"

"Why smart?"

I attack from behind. I was sneaking into his blind spot and pierced him with a short sword. -It should have been, but it is evaded by his spooky reflexes.

"It's as quick as a cat."

"I'm a lion! I'm the lion king!"

The Lion King Sabnak, treated as a cat, wields his sword as it is.

The sword pressure was tremendous, it passed right beside, and the blow struck the ground was as powerful as a meteorite dropper.

There is a big hole next to it. I was scared, but I was a realist. Calmly grasp the strength.

Your opponent has the best ability to beat one.

When I felt like that, I called the orc soldiers who were near the throne, keeping a distance and magically attacking from a distance.

Even though they were overwhelmed by Savannak, they held shields and served as vanguards.

"What can you do like an idiot or an oak?"

Savannak immediately begins dominating the field, but surprisingly struggled with magic attacks.

Although there is no odds of a single strike, it still seems to be vulnerable to attacks from a distance, even magic attacks.

If he could keep the situation, he might win, but Savannak was smiling.

I ask about the smile.

"I can afford it, as if I'm convinced I'm victorious, Sabnak."

"Well, you seem to be earning time, but which is the more time you gain?"

"What do you mean?"

"The moat of this castle is fine for a quick start, but it is not on the entire surface of the castle. It looks like the back is unprotected."

"Why it?"

Pretend to be surprised.

"I'm not stupid. I'm getting reports from spies."

"I see. Still, do you want to bypass the hidden units and pinch and shoot backwards?"

"If I heard anything else, it would have been bad for me."

Sabunak confidently says that confidence is not overconfidence.

Certainly, there is no moat behind Ashtaloth Castle and no soldiers. If it were to be traversed, it would just be rushed to the castle and the end of the volume. His back was vulnerable.

"In a moment, soon, soon, my tiger cub's subordinates are pouring here. Highly selected Kobold soldiers, High Kobold, are coming. Don't destroy your core."

"If you destroy the core between the thrones, the game is over."

"That's it"

"If it cannot be destroyed"

"You are not the one to choose"

Sabunak takes out the crystal ball from his bosom and throws it. It hits the floor and emits magical light.

Apparently, crystal has magical power, and it seems to be a tool that can use magic only once without magical power.

It appears to have the 《Hypersight》 magic, and the back gate of Ashtaroth Castle is displayed in the air.

When you switch to a bird's-eye view image, as if a hawk had taken a picture, you can see a group of High Kobold attacking the back gate.

"This video is over a dozen minutes late, meaning that my subordinates will be here soon."

"I see, it's late. I thought it was strange."

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you crazy?"

"No way, it's so cool. Demon King Sabnak, your farsightedness is weak, so why not change it to mine?"

For the time being, I granted permission, but before receiving consent, cast a shortening spell to complete 《Hyperopia》. The newly projected video was Kobolt in front of the castle gate. Sabnak sees it and is astonished.

"What, what ?!"

The reason why Savannak was astonished was that the majority of High Kobold fell not in the castle, but in the great hole in the middle of the castle.

Yes, I intentionally let the engineers flee behind the castle and dug a pit there.

Savannak was quite fit into it. Looking at the expression of the Demon King Sabnak, he was shaking his shoulders and full of anger. I seem to be driven by the urge to cut my throat. I blow a bubble with my wisdom, and I look down at Sabunak with a fresh feeling. It was once again this time that the plotter learned pleasure.