Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 133

Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~

Chapter 133   And the world will be watching

At the pinnacle of the demon realm, in the throne room of the Demon King’s castle, the final, fateful battle was unfolding.

The colossal clash between the supreme ruler of the demon realm and the golden hero, humanity’s beacon of hope, was broadcast to the eyes of people and demons alike worldwide. The apex of demonkind and the pinnacle of humankind. Their fight, so high-level and surreal, mesmerized all, causing both warring armies in the demon realm to halt, forget their conflicts, and fixate on the aerial projection.

“Holy power, annihilate the wicked with your ultimate light… Mega Holy Shower!!”

From the rear, where she oversaw the entire battlefield, Saint Isha conjured her prayer into a silver aura, unleashing countless beams of holy light to create an opening for the front line. Each of the dozens of silver beams was powerful enough to halve the health of a high-ranking demon, serving as her ultimate attack. However…

“That won’t work!! Hraaaaaah!”

The Demon King transformed his crimson magic into a flash, sweeping it around to disperse Saint Isha’s rain of silver beams and, with its excess power, sent a deadly heatwave towards the heroes.

Naturally, the heroes weren’t just idle spectators. Foreseeing the oncoming attack from the crimson magic surrounding the Demon King, Ars had already instructed his comrades to retreat.

Leaping in front of his comrades, he clustered several floating golden shields to fortify their defense. Additionally, Saint Isha cast a powerful barrier over her comrades and the shields, striving to withstand the heatwave.

“Damn! This attack… it’s so heavy…!”

“Aaaaah! I don’t want to die here! Save meeeeeee!”

Their brilliant coordination allowed the heroes to take refuge behind the shield, yet even the Saint’s protection and the hero’s shield could not fully withstand the Demon King’s immense magical power. Each member began to suffer severe damage.

The hero, wrapped in a golden aura, suffered relatively minor injuries, but stepping forward to protect his comrades took its toll, leaving him with severe burns on his limbs. Sword Saint Ein and Super Warrior Gaius, with lower resistance to magic, were nearly burned to death by the residual heatwave, despite being shielded from the brunt of the attack.

Ein shielded Saint Isha and Gaius protected Mermel, standing firm and absorbing the damage, which allowed Isha to quickly shift her focus to healing and left Mermel only slightly singed and sweaty.

Immediately, Saint Isha and Hero Ars cast powerful healing spells, fully recovering their comrades. Yet, their grim expressions revealed the dire situation of the battle.

“Is that all you’ve got, Hero Ars?! Legend of the world’s strongest?! That won’t be enough to defeat the Demon King! I will not be defeated by such weak power!!!!”

The Demon King’s soul-piercing roar was captured and broadcasted to the entire world.

He declared that with such feeble strength, the malice of the demon realm would rise again against humanity. He would not be defeated by this power. If this was all the hero had, they would perish without accomplishing anything.

The demon realm erupted in fervor at the Demon King’s overwhelming words. Cries of “Demon King! Demon King! Demon King!” echoed from every corner, proclaiming him their king, their strength, their pride, challenging humanity.

The demons, from the depths of their souls, recognized him as their true leader. Regardless of the battle’s outcome, they would follow his decision, as their spirits conveyed.

“I understand… what you’re trying to say, what you want to convey. More than anyone, it’s me who must accept it. But there’s one thing you’re mistaken about.”

“What do you mean?”

──── Thus, people looked up to the sky, offering their prayers.

A certain slave trader, known for his sharp insight, muttered,

“Hahaha! Indeed, indeed. It seems the King of the demon realm misunderstands you, my dear customer. I believe so too. And you have grown, Ars.”

The trader’s thoughts turned into a small light, ascending to the sky.

──── One person, and then another.

The Guardian who drilled the essence of the martial way into the Sword Saint, his father and the leader of the Holy Knights of the Church, drew his sword and declared loudly.

“…Hah. I must be getting senile. Despite being in such a disadvantageous position, I can’t imagine a scene where my son loses here! …And you’ve grown strong, Ein. Your sword is now beyond even my eyes’ ability to track!”

The leader of the Holy Knights raised his drawn sword towards the sky, channeling all his magic power into it and unleashing it.

──── All kinds of people.

A Marquis, once saved by a miracle of the Saint, now prayed for another miracle.

“Even after being led astray by the demons and deviating from the path of humanity, I was forgiven. Surely, this must be a miracle brought by Saint Isha. Then, why shouldn’t there be a miracle to save her as well?”

The marquis placed his fist over his chest and, as if offering his very heart, squeezed out all his magic power.

──── Believing in their victory.

The wife of the super warrior, who had earned the name of an S-rank adventurer, watched over her husband’s battle while gently caressing her belly.

“Go for it, Gaius. I know it. You’re not the kind of man who’d end here. And if you show any disgrace in front of young Ars, you’ll be skipping dinner when you get back!”

Her words, filled with unwavering trust, conveyed a certainty that defeat was never an option from the start.

Some knelt, others raised their hands high to the sky, trying to send their prayers to the heroes projected in the heavens. The thoughts of these people turned into magic, which became light, creating a grand river of light that flowed through the sky. This torrent of power gathered beneath the heroes, shining ever brighter.

Seeing the river of light and the torrent of power from all over the world, the Demon King was astounded. Before the overwhelming miracle, he murmured in a hoarse voice.

“Impossible… What is this…? Can such a thing… happen…? Is this possible…? But this clearly isn’t that man’s doing…”

“I told you, you are mistaken,” said Hero Ars, bathed in light.

A hero is not defined by possessing great power.

Being born as a hero does not make one a hero.

Once, the legendary hero who achieved unparalleled feats remains worshipped for those great accomplishments and is remembered as a legend by the people…

The brave deeds of past heroes, done to protect and save others, were driven by their kindness, which was their true essence…

Thus, the courageous journeys of those heroes kindled courage in people’s hearts… And the flames of courage that reside within people ignite the courage in the hero’s heart…

“That’s why we heroes, we won’t lose.”

He declared this firmly. Strangely enough, it echoed the ideals that King Rulans had spoken of before the saints.

“This is the final strike, Demon King.”

“…I see. In that case, I shall accept it.”

And so the world watched in awe, witnessing the final moment when the souls of the Demon King and the hero collided.