Maou struggled under the weight of a certain overlord's comatose body as it flopped on top of him. Yes, he had enough magic left to enhance his body until he could carry it easily, but with how his energy stores were looking it was much wiser to rely on mere flesh and blood muscles. So there's a reedy looking dude with a huge, muscular, demonic figure draped over him as he struggles across Gacha Central.
"Hrgh. Damned thing! What am I even going to DO with a dead body? Why can't you just walk by yourself you stupid corpse?"
At those words, the body immediately stood up on its own and started walking forwards, tangling itself up with Maou's legs in the process and resulting in both of them falling over in a tangled heap.
E3!
Maou stood before a small swarm of slimes, speaking to them. He was a skinny guy, and the slimes were hardly impressive, but something about the scene was...ominous. The atmosphere would be better suited for a dark king whipping his army of demon knights into a frenzy before setting them loose against the heroes of light.
"Though alone, each one of you may be weak, together you shall each enact a small part of my plan! You shall be like extensions of my will, inflicting my desires upon this world! To those who show cowardice in battle, there shall be no mercy, but to those who serve me well, the rewards shall be beyond your wildest dreams!
He made a dramatic gesture at the slimes, which looked back at him with the same blank mindlessness they looked back at anything.
"Now go forth! Despoil the land before you! Leave no stone unturned! Let no foe have a moment of respite! We go to war!"
The slimes started bouncing up and down enthusiastically. They had probably understood none of his speech, but they seemed to have liked it none the less. Maou looked quite pleased with himself.
Sadao Maou/Satan King of Demons | The Devil is a Part Timer
Maou struggled under the weight of a certain overlord's comatose body as it flopped on top of him. Yes, he had enough magic left to enhance his body until he could carry it easily, but with how his energy stores were looking it was much wiser to rely on mere flesh and blood muscles. So there's a reedy looking dude with a huge, muscular, demonic figure draped over him as he struggles across Gacha Central.
"Hrgh. Damned thing! What am I even going to DO with a dead body? Why can't you just walk by yourself you stupid corpse?"
At those words, the body immediately stood up on its own and started walking forwards, tangling itself up with Maou's legs in the process and resulting in both of them falling over in a tangled heap.
E3!
Maou stood before a small swarm of slimes, speaking to them. He was a skinny guy, and the slimes were hardly impressive, but something about the scene was...ominous. The atmosphere would be better suited for a dark king whipping his army of demon knights into a frenzy before setting them loose against the heroes of light.
"Though alone, each one of you may be weak, together you shall each enact a small part of my plan! You shall be like extensions of my will, inflicting my desires upon this world! To those who show cowardice in battle, there shall be no mercy, but to those who serve me well, the rewards shall be beyond your wildest dreams!
He made a dramatic gesture at the slimes, which looked back at him with the same blank mindlessness they looked back at anything.
"Now go forth! Despoil the land before you! Leave no stone unturned! Let no foe have a moment of respite! We go to war!"
The slimes started bouncing up and down enthusiastically. They had probably understood none of his speech, but they seemed to have liked it none the less. Maou looked quite pleased with himself.