Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

Correction made on 2017/1/15.

This chapter is not from Satou’s perspective.

“Hey, it’s me!”

Blue and purple sparks dyed the battlefield.

Countless Holy Swords clashed with the Demon King’s sword arm, piercing through the reflective spatial distortion.

Pochi, also known as the Golden Knight Yellow, and his clones struck the Sword Demon King like a raging torrent, then retreated to the rear.

“Why, DWEEED?”

In front of Pochi and the clones, who had skillfully bypassed the Sword Demon King’s reflection trap formed by spatial magic like a magic trick, another trap was set.

Although their numbers had slightly diminished, 47 clones still remained.

“This much is normal!”

Pochi and the others accurately pinpointed the locations of the spatial distortions and evaporated them with their Holy Swords.

“How do you do, TEDWEEED?”

“Under the precious sacrifices of the 72 puddings, I have been nurtured.”

Most likely, Pochi’s “nurtured” was mistaken as “bought.” If this were a web novel, they’d be flooded with typo reports.

Images of a fierce “tag” battle—really a deadly fight—with the purple-haired little girl, Arisa, flashed through Pochi’s mind.

Every time he lost, the merciless pudding snack was taken from him.

“Let’s have a proper match, DWEEED!”

The Sword Demon King’s arms increased to six, each wielding a different type of weapon at the tip.

“All right!”

Together with the 47 clones, Pochi plunged into close-quarters combat with the Sword Demon King.

It was a high-speed battle invisible to ordinary people.

One clone after another disappeared, but even the clones themselves managed to damage the Sword Demon King.

“Ugh, I can’t move properly!”

Hero Meiko was about to join this fierce fight between the two but kept falling to the ground, unable to adapt to her triple stats.

“Ugh, look around and fight!”

Dodging the hail of demon blade cannons and the Sword Demon King’s fireballs with her unique skill “unbeatable maneuver (never hit),” Hero Meiko shouted in vain.

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“Whoa, it’s me!”

“Master, DWEEED!”

Between the two locked in fierce battle, the lower half of the great weasel demon king was blown away.

“A big meat has arrived!”

After expending a ton of calories in the high-speed combat, Pochi licked his lips beneath his helmet.

The swirling salt vanished, revealing the great weasel demon king’s intelligent eyes looking down on Pochi.

“Golden Armor...”

“The meat spoke!”

Pochi exclaimed in surprise.

“Are you the attendant of hero Nameless?”

“Yes! Pochi is the master’s sword, Golden Knight Yellow!”

“Hm.”

The great weasel demon king narrowed his eyes upon hearing Pochi’s reply.

“Whoaaaaa!”

Hero Meiko, glowing blue, slashed at the great weasel demon king.

A clear clang echoed through the battlefield as blue and purple light illuminated his body.

Her Holy Sword was intercepted by the Sword Demon King.

“Tch, you shiny gold one! Hold down the Sword Demon King properly.”

“That’s a tough request. Please wait a moment.”

Pochi’s ears flattened inside his helmet at Hero Meiko’s unreasonable demand.

“Ugh, useless!”

“Extermination, DWEEED!”

Exposed to the Sword Demon King’s fierce assault, Hero Meiko was separated from Pochi and the others.

“Is Itachi-san one of the Demon Kings?”

“Indeed, the great weasel demon king.”

“Is he a bad demon king? Master said we shouldn’t fight good demon kings.”

“I told you earlier! All the companions of the bad demon kings are bad!”

Hero Meiko, who had returned close, retorted to Pochi’s question.

“As that girl says, from the perspective of gods and heroes, demon kings are evil.”

The great weasel demon king quietly spoke to Pochi.

“But good and evil depend on perspective. To those who resist gods who suppress human development and happiness, we are the light of hope.”

“Hmph! No matter what sophistry you use, you’re evil for breaking this world’s rules!”

While fighting the Sword Demon King, Hero Meiko shouted.