Volume 3 Chapter 15 The Ten Commandments, Sinking the Town into Permafrost
Under the orders of Commander Jamael, the two from the Ten Commandments were set to attack Demon Lord Zeke and the Demon Lord's territory.
'I'll handle the Demon Lord's territory. Flis, you lure the Demon Lord over.'
'Understood.'
'Well, there's no way we could possibly lose, but let's take a communication magic tool just in case. Contact me if anything happens.'
'Ridiculous.'
Both Flis and Aban never once thought they could lose.
...That was their downfall.
If they had focused on attacking one of them together, their chances of winning might have increased.
Of course, that probability was still nearly 0...
After a while.
Flis arrived at a certain fishing village.
Many people by the seaside were enjoying their peace.
Flis stood over the sea.
"Huh? What's that...?"
One of the fishermen spotted Flis standing on the water.
Dressed in a shabby cloak and a triangular hat, it was a strange appearance.
"I have a bad feeling... Hey! Tell Sir Zeke..."
'Hmph...'
The moment he sighed, everything froze.
The vast ocean around, the fishing village, and the villagers present.
Everything was frozen solid by just Flis's breath.
'Child's play.'
It was so easy that it made him yawn.
For the enhanced majin, this was a piece of cake.
After waiting a few minutes on the frozen ground, a young man teleported in front of Flis.
'Demon Lord?'
"That's right... So, you did this, huh?"
It seemed the Demon Lord had been informed of the crisis by some means from the villagers earlier.
Zeke looked at the frozen sea and villagers, burning with quiet rage.
"Why do you all recklessly destroy the peace of others? What right do you have?"
'I am the strong one. Words are unnecessary.'
"...Ah, I see."
Many majin, including Flis, believe it's only natural for the strong to trample the weak.
"So, I'm going to take your life without hesitation, is that okay?"
'Ridiculous, indeed.'
He never once thought he could lose to a brat like this.
Flis laughs heartily.
'Warning, indeed. Surrender.'
"Come at me, you underling."
"Good grief," Flis shakes his head.
Even though he had called for surrender.
How absurd it is for a weakling unaware of the power difference between them.
Flis, exasperated, lets out a sigh.
Just his breath creates an intense chill in the air.
A white mist of cold air drifts around.
'End, indeed.'
"You too."
Zeke, fully intact, was right in front of him, punching Flis in the cheek.
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