A Demon Lord’s Tale: Dungeons, Monster Girls, and Heartwarming Bliss

- And then I visit.

In the imperial capital of Logardo, "Gallia," "Allied without Race," "Allied Demons of Man".

Pinch a huge fence surrounding the imperial capital, and those two line up opposite each other.

The Allied Raceless Army, as its name suggests, is lined up in battle with the fragmented races as comrades in charge of each other's lives.

The opposing coalition of demons waited for the time of the showdown, now or now, in a kind of army that could be said to have added not only humans and demons, but even countless demons to its ranks.

"I heard the report, but this is amazing..."

Seeing the sight that spreads in front of him, the Demon King grunts so with a voice that makes him even admire him.

"For every small group of people to some extent, is the entanglement taken... Shepherd, though it's noisy what you can obey"

What he sees is the demons and the figure of those who are in them.

Among the ten or a group of demons from there, there must be one human soldier, perhaps the one giving instructions.

Its demonic troops are not inside the fence that surrounds the imperial capital, but are in formation to fill the front of it.

What's troubling is the demons with wings and wings flying in the sky?

For its part, the Allied Army also has all its winged and aligned demonic troops, but when it comes to air force, it will be that side that has minutes.

- The key is, can you keep the sky down?

Continuing his thoughts, the Demon King speaks to the woman standing next to him.

"What do you think, Mr. Erdogaria?

"That demon king was right. Everywhere is full of traps. Twenty meters from here, there's a trap zone."

S, and Erdogaria, an old sheephorn woman who answers so, observing her surroundings with a sharp eye.

In her eyes, she could see traces of magic planted on the ground there, with a look half-hearted by the number.

The boulder doesn't know what it is, but it would definitely be an installation-type trap that works if it came close.

Though cleverly hidden, all of them were well reflected in Erdogarian eyes.

"So much so that there's no foot trail?

"There's not even a foot trail. If I'd stuck it in without knowing anything, I'd probably have shredded 10% of this one. - The phantom is gone now."

"Copy that. Totally... I was expecting this, but this kind of thing would take care of the format."

A phantom for negotiation sent to the other side according to the format.

Erdogaria, the surgeon, realizes that the broken link of magic with the phantom body made it go away.

"It's not like they've already declared war over there, and they don't know they won't accept ultimatums. It doesn't make a difference."

Answering the words of the Demon King is Naphorase, Queen of the Elves.

"They don't really feel comfortable anymore... and Naphorase, do you think everyone's ready?

"Mm-hmm. It's done without delay. It will be time for the Dwarves and the Beasts to cut the paralysis."

"Okay. - Ready for loud magic."

One of my men activates the magic of amplifying his voice on the instructions of the Magic King.

After confirming it, he suddenly inhaled his breath and raised his voice, uncommonly in a cage of power.

"Gentlemen! It's time for war. There's one thing I can tell you. Everything is in order. Then I'll let you win."

"WOOOOOO!!

When the Demon King nods one word at the appearance of soldiers who hoist their weapons in heaven, trample the earth with their feet, and raise their voices to the point where space trembles.

"Let's get started. - incense. (...)"

"Ha!! Incense burning begins!!

And smoke begins to rise from all over their camp.

The first to notice the change were the troops known as Demon Numbers, who led demons within the Alliance of Demons.

"Ghitty......"

"Grrrrrrrrrr......"

…… Hey, what's up?

The demons suddenly began to get excited and roared hard.

At first I was wondering if you were excited about seeing enemies, but things are not right for that.

The degree of excitement was so strong that it was in a controlled and hard state, as if it had suddenly returned to the wild.

The anomaly is not confined to some units, but is seen in every demon number unit and leaves the movement of the coalition in a hurry to Russia or not.

That's how when they desperately contain the demons, the sweet scent their nostrils feel then (...).

When they find out that it is due to smoke that unnaturally rises from among enemy allies, they finally understand that this is an attack by the enemy.

"Shit, they mixed something up in the smoke...!!

- Smoke burned by Allied forces and poured into the Empire by wind magic.

Its identity is the incense called "demonic", which makes demons irrational and ferocious, which can be done by combining numerous plants in portions of all dimensions.

It was one of the secrets of an elf, customary to have a submissive demon.

The Demon King, who confirms that incense has shown effect, gives the following instructions:

"Law Squad, Start Fishing Out"

"Start fishing out!!

"Start fishing out!!

Instructions are repeated and an immediate team of magicians, slightly thin to say an attack (...), unleashes a variety of magic towards the Imperial capital.

Those in the coalition knew full well that it was not an attack aimed at destroying the enemy.

"Keep the demons down!!

"I'm doing it!!

What happens if demons in a state of excitement and inspired by their nature as wildlife are attacked by their enemies?

- It's the start of a rampage by shaking off control.

"Ma, wait!!

"Stop!!

The desperate deterrence no longer makes sense, and the demons, with so much momentum that the earth sways, begin to storm the Allies with no control or anything.

Between that and me is the massive trap (...) set by the coalition side (...).

Moments, roaring noises roar there, exploding flames rise, and the light raging until it is murderous.

The demons who plunged themselves into the trap devoured it by Moro and wiped it out, blew it up, and tore it apart - but the number of demons was overwhelming.

Demons who ate explosions, thunderstorms rising from the ground, etc. but ran through the earth, or had wings and wings, and were not hooked into a trap in order to be able to fly through the sky, arrive at the formation of the Allies in disorder.

"Stop burning incense. Prepare for interception. Come on, it's the real deal from here. Let's go in a good mood."

"Respond!!

The Allied forces began intercepting them with overflowing hostility.

- The end of the war, in the form of being drawn into the measures of the Demon King, was opened.

"Excuse me."

"Heh...!?

"From where... ugh!?

Bush from the neck muscle, and bleed, and heavily armed soldiers collapse one after the other.

One, Renault Gill, who remained in Imperial Capital and continued to infiltrate, goes silently through the bloody accumulation he can.

- Specializing in assassinations using space magic and sound magic, he was expected to have the height of that covert technique, with one life that was immediately laid down by the Lord, the King of the Wizard Realm.

It is to obtain the location of the enemy's main formation and emperor so that the demon king Yuki can be guided.

He kept infiltrating because of the instructions that the location must be assigned here, beyond asking Yuki, the demon king who could be described as an outside force, to carry out a dangerous ambush.

It's just - Renault Gill said that the main unit had already found (...) (...).

The guard was tight and could not be close, but we have confirmed how the commander-like soldiers are rushing around and how the commander-in-chief is giving instructions.

Behind it, he dressed himself in a flashy fit, like an emperor, and the figure of one sitting squarely in a luxurious chair.

But immersed in the world behind him with plenty of work patterns, he was discerning that it was a disguise.

The first thing that struck him as surprising was the figure of the emperor, who would not even attempt to direct in any way, and the position of his main unit, which was somewhat too close to the front line.

The general will be real, but the emperor is probably a fake.

It can be seen from the enemy's movements so far that the Emperor of the Logald Empire, like the Lord's Demonic King Final of Renault Gill, is a king who demonstrates his talent as a military master specializing in plotting.

Nevertheless, would we play such a defenseless role in exposing ourselves and throwing the command of our soldiers round to our subordinate generals?

I also know that if it's not bright for the military, I'll leave it to you, but I know in advance intelligence gathering that until now they've been in command of the Ballyhead even in war.

More than that, I'm a fake.

Where I crushed it, this army won't stop.

That's what I thought, so he went after him, killed the watch, kept infiltrating - and then stopped in front of a wall.

"Hmm... is that a hidden staircase to the basement? It's the perfect place to think bad."

After scrutinizing the wall with the discomfort he felt and his intuition, he discovers a staircase leading there to the basement.

Unfabricated footsteps, but for a moment without loosening his guard. As he goes down the stairs, he kills two guard soldiers who stood there in one breath and stands in front of the door they appear to have guarded.

Naturally, the key was rigorously hung, but he physically disables it by slashing and breaking the locking mechanism with his lower back sword (...).

Renault Gill's behavior, which should have made quite a big noise, was, however, utterly silent by the sound magic he was activating at the same time.

"... Ooh, this is..."

- It was a huge laboratory that was spreading ahead of me when I opened the door.

About four floors underground would be overflowing, a very large space.

There are several giant pipes passing through the ceiling, walls, and everywhere, and researchers can see the various equipment installed operating.

On one corner, there are numerous corpse-like objects in distorted shapes, and the artificial undead that struck the inside of the elves seems to have been built here.

And in the center of the institute is something like a sedentary giant bone (...).

Renault Gill frowns at the way that pipes and stuff are connected there, and that many researchers are doing something to make them feel disturbed.

I put it under this war, and I'm passionate about it and I'm bone-headed.

I'm pretty sure that's something that's not even Locke.

- Is it a weapon, or something equivalent, something like that?

The place where Renault Gill left seemed to me to be a communication corridor set up near the ceiling, overlooking the entire institute, he was convinced that this would probably be the enemy's heart area, and without further investigation - a slight beep behind him, a ripping sound of air!

Having a very acute sense of the surrounding sounds in order to manipulate his own sound magic, he takes evasive action as his own instincts command, the moment he senses that sound, which would normally not be disputed by the noise of the laboratory.

Momentarily delayed, capturing a few short arrows passing right beside him at the edge of his sight, he instantly transitioned to a combat posture, paper-slicing an enemy who came down with a knife in his hand from the ceiling, scratching his matching neck in return for that landing.

It was Renault Gill with his sword to kick the enemies that would cause the blood to explode off the handrail (sleigh) in the aisle to secure space and also eliminate the remaining enemies who had come with short arrows, but the interception would soon give up.

Coming from behind, they were supposedly in the same business, hiding their faces all the way out of darkness.

That number is over ten, and you won't be able to defeat it, but it will definitely take a little while.

Time is the enemy. Anyway, this is the home of the enemy.

They come as much as they want, like a change.

Once it is determined that it would be better to pull it off, Renault Gill activates the space magic and transfers it to the coordinates set some time ago.

After a few moments the surrounding view switches - the next moment, the left arm blows up (...).

What happened was a small explosion.

Blood explodes, burns all over the left half of the body, draping nerve fibers from a thousand severed arms, yet Renogir retreats greatly from the spot in a agile motion in preparation for the second blow.

Without creating a single tannic side to the injuries that could be described as fatal injuries, just quietly he realizes that he was embedded in the measures.

The enemy was reading.

That I would pull here once with spatial magic, determined to be militarily unfavourable.

"Hmm... dodging a direct hit at this distance? All we have to do is discover boulders, underground laboratories. It's something you've been crawling into for a long time."

So Renault Gill sees the enemy waiting for him at the destination.

"... Oh, Your Majesty the Emperor (...) Himself. This is a generous welcome."

The enemy is the emperor, dressed in researcher-like aptitudes, with something like a book beside him, and the blackened bastards who seem to be the Kingsguards of his escort.

After all, the emperor who was in the main force was probably a shadow fighter.

- I need you in person because of this... it seems a little difficult to kill him here.

Looks like the magicians right next to the emperor are stretching multiple defensive magics around the emperor, and there is no firepower for him, who is only an assassin, to just break through the array.

It's impossible to get there while dealing with a Kingsguard that would be elite.

Tell the entity, it was absolutely deadly.

"I know, intruder. Space magic is never user-friendly. You can only transfer within visual range or preset coordinates. The farther away you are, the more you exponentially increase your magic consumption. Therefore, you must curb your magic consumption while you infiltrate enemy land. You cannot move too far. I thought this was the place to run."

"Alas, you know a lot more about me... was my move out of hand?"

"By some means, I could see your trend from one to ten. Already, we've got all the other coordinates that we think are set. Believe it or not, you can do whatever you want."

"Hmm? For that, it looks like you've been swimming for a long time, huh?

"Oh, my God, I'm the only one who knows what you're doing. I didn't even want to go out in front of a strong man like you, so I left him here... but from now on, I'm going to welcome him. So forgive me."

Emperor Shendra says so in an attitude that she doesn't want forgiveness at all.

At the same time, the troops of the Kingsguard, wary and jizzy, will surely pack the distance.

"Did I see this wrong... I can't help it. Do your own butt wipe, when you do it yourself, let's do it - ugh!!

With one sigh, Renault Gill ran out with a fierce grin and waved his sword at the next moment.