Pushing open the cookie door, everyone finally saw the Demon King.
Mia studied the opponent at the Demon King’s castle, but halfway through her research, she got a stomachache.
“A ha ha ha ha! Finally here, the Hero and her lackeys!”
On the throne piled high with orange-flavored ice cream, Orino was wearing a set of orange armor and holding a huge ice cream scepter in her hand.
“I am the Orange Ice Cream Great Demon King—Orino!”
She stood high above, looking down at everyone, her eyes flashing with fanatical light.
“I’m going to turn this boring world into a sticky, sweet orange-flavored ice cream! No one can stop me!”
“Stop dreaming!”
Lucia was the first to draw her sword, pointing it directly at Orino.
“This boring prank ends here! Take this!”
Before her words had even faded, Lucia’s figure flickered. The muscles in her legs exploded with power, turning her into a streak of silver light. She crushed the powdered sugar on the ground and charged straight for the throne with astonishing momentum.
“Naive!”
Orino fiercely swung the ice cream scepter in her hand, and the surrounding air instantly became damp and sticky.
Boom!
“Take this! Orange Ice Cream Storm!”
Countless huge, bouncy orange pulp lumps crashed toward Lucia like cannonballs.
“Such soft, mushy things!”
Lucia snorted coldly, swinging her longsword in an attempt to slice the pulp apart.
Pfffsh!
However, the moment the blade touched the pulp—instead of the expected crisp sound of cutting fruit, there was a horrifyingly sticky sensation. The bizarrely sticky pulp, far from being cut by the sharp sword, wrapped around the blade like a living slime, even sticking to Lucia’s gloves along the hilt.
“What?!”
Lucia’s charge came to a sudden halt. She stared in shock at the sticky sword in her hand, and the disgust gave her goosebumps all over.
“Disgusting!! I’m done!!”
Lucia’s eyes instantly blazed with fury.
“If I can’t cut them, I’ll burn them all!!”
BOOM!!!
Wild magic power surged out from her body. The sacred light-element magic and the violent fire-element magic began to forcibly merge. Golden holy flames instantly coiled around the sword blade, evaporating those sticky pulp pieces instantly.
“Hyaaaaa—!”
Lucia gripped the sword with both hands and began a pure release of magic power. The violent sword pressure imbued with light and fire surged out like a flood bursting through a gate, turning into a gold-red crescent slash that roared toward the throne.
Sizzle!
A smell of burnt caramel filled the air. Orino’s proud orange pulp defense was burned through and pierced like paper against this attack. The huge shockwave directly struck the ice cream throne, leaving a scorched, smoking, brutal sword scar. Even Orino’s orange armor was shattered on one shoulder.
“Hmph… when I use my full power, a Demon King is nothing but an easily dealt-with piece of trash.”
“Hot hot hot! Since you’re so enthusiastic, taste this—Polar Ice Cream Hell!”
Orino, though heavily wounded, laughed eerily, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. Countless sharp orange ice cream spikes shot up from the ground, attempting to pierce Lucia.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Mahina stepped forward, her black-blue robe flapping in the cold wind. She struck her staff heavily against the ground, and the Full Moon Gem blazed with dazzling blue light.
“Are you the only one who can use Ice Magic, Demon King?”
Several ice-blue magic circles unfolded in layers in the air. If Orino’s ice was a sugar-filled, impure ice cream, then Mahina’s ice was much purer.
“Freeze.”
Crack, crack, crack!
The cold air released by Mahina coiled around those orange ice spikes like a conscious white serpent. The ice spikes that were about to thrust were stripped of control the moment they touched Mahina’s magic, turning into brittle ice shards that disintegrated in the air.
“What?! My ice cream magic…?!”
Orino’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Your ice has too many impurities.”
Mahina’s expression was cold. She waved her staff, and countless crystal-clear ice spears appeared behind her, each radiating deadly cold light.
“Go.”
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The ice spears fell like a rainstorm, precisely cutting off all of Orino’s escape routes, pinning her limbs to the melting throne.
“Good chance!”
Seeing the Demon King completely suppressed by Mahina, Lucia pulled herself together and raised her sword again.
“Let’s end this farce completely!”
Lucia once again mobilized all her wild light magic and fire magic, and the sword blazed with raging flames and brilliant light. It seemed the Demon King would be annihilated by this attack.
However, in the split second before the attack would hit—the violent magic slash and Mahina’s additional ice rain simultaneously blasted toward the immobile Orino.
“Die—!”
Orino’s twisted face broke into a sinister grin. “Hehe, damage calculation—nullification.”
She suddenly pulled a book from her bosom and flipped it open violently.
“According to the settings! When the Demon King’s HP drops below 50%, a ‘cannot be interrupted’ Plot Kill Move will be forcibly triggered!”
Humm!
A completely unreasonable wave instantly spread throughout the place. What the hell? Can you cheat like this? Lucia’s slash, strong enough to split a city wall, vanished into thin air the moment it touched the wave, as if erased by an eraser on a pencil drawing. Mahina’s ice spears also shattered into specks of light in an instant.
“What?! This…?”
Lucia’s eyes widened in shock, and she nearly stumbled from the momentum.
“This is a ‘Performance Effect’! You idiots!”
Orino raised her scepter high. The entire Orange Crystal Castle began to shake violently, and orange syrup as hot as magma started dripping from the ceiling, making her look even more like a glowing orange.
Lucia tried to block with sword energy, but it hit Orino and was uselessly deflected.
“Useless, useless! I am invincible!”
Orino laughed maniacally and swung her scepter again.
Rumble!
“Feel despair! Sea of Melting!”
The ground began to shake, and the once hard floor instantly turned into a sticky, warm orange syrup swamp.
“Ah!”
Little Merlin’s high heels immediately sank into it. The warm syrup flooded over her ankles, soaking through the transparent white pantyhose. That damp, sweetly sticky, and highly viscous liquid tightly wrapped around her legs, climbing up the texture of the stockings.
“No… so disgusting… can’t pull it out…”
She struggled helplessly, but sank deeper and deeper.
Mahina wanted to save her, but she herself was also trapped in the syrup, unable to move an inch.
“It seems the victor has been decided.”
Orino floated in the air, looking down arrogantly at the group trapped in a desperate situation.
“Once I turn you all into orange-flavored ice sculptures, this world will be mine! A ha ha ha ha!”
Despair.