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

"Gu, uh..."

Standing up with his hand pushing away the debris riding over him, Shendra wipes the blood dripping from her forehead with her arms and quickly checks the situation.

The underground laboratory ceiling collapses and the interior is almost devastated.

The prepared artificial undead has also been largely buried in rubble and rendered useless, and about half of the researchers who united the brains of the Imperial capital would have died.

Modestly, it's devastating...

"How did the startup work..."

I'm in the basement. It sounds so far, the roar of monsters.

Peek through the empty hole in the ceiling and you can see the bone moving around right there.

Though the obstruction of the demonic leader Godzim even endangered the breakdown of his strategy for a time, he apparently succeeded in awakening the Pluto Corpse Dragon.

- In order to move the undead as an undead, we will need something to be 'nuclear'.

It varies in that it is an ordering ceremony of necromancy or an instinctive impulse to complement a lost soul, but what is common there is the need to replace the soul (...).

That's no exception to that Pluto Dead Dragon.

When it was a legend, although it had not been determined by what reason it had become so, it seemed that even though his soul was still there, his flesh had rotted out, and he had become a corpse, and was raging madly... I mean, the soul itself, which was not a substitute, had crawled into a rotten corpse, so that he was able to act as an undead.

Though its dragon soul itself has already perished, the tough flesh of the world's most powerful species - no, as long as it remains bone, it can be revived as an undead.

The problem was that it was not easy to gather negative magic just to fill that giant, but it was this war that I prepared for.

By stirring up the demons and causing them to act in hostility, they will bring the other races together to create a great army that is opposed to this one.

All I had to do was draw it in to the Imperial Capital and wait until the battlefield this one had designated to start the battle, and then the negative magic that would be generated reached a certain amount... Gojim had broken out, but I could no longer fill the Pluto Corpse Dragon with enough negative magic, and the first proposal was bankruptcy.

However, the possibility that an object called the Pluto Corpse Dragon would fail to start was considered from the outset, and a second proposal therefore also existed.

That's - using the big sword that Godzim was using, Totund Ruin.

That sword, which is an intelligence wepon, is home to a brutal will.

Initially, the power withered away when it was discovered, only drooling the evil emotions that confounded the faint, but gave it to the demonic leader to continue to be used in the battle, now growing by the time he moved himself out.

In other words, it can be the nucleus of the undead (...).

Stick Totund Ruin into the Pluto Corpse Dragon and pour it into the mediation of the Necromancer's activation ceremony.

Negative magic is the energy that moves the undead, so even if it activates the activation ceremony without being able to fill enough, a second doom comes without being able to act on Locke, but it uses the power of absorbing the demon, which is the property of his demon sword, to recover the negative magic that drifts around even after it is activated.

After that, it's a drag.

Is it powerful to want the demons of Totund Ruin, or the undead of the most powerful species in the awakened world, to try to gain the energy needed by their own bodies?

How can Totundo Ruin, who cannot escape the weapon of the fierce Devil's Sword, resist the Pluto Corpse Dragon without even the Lord? The answer is already visible.

As long as that fills the whole body of the Pluto Corpse Dragon with negative magic, you should be able to exercise your technique here and tie it up with an order.

No longer, almost a push of force moves.

The smooth operation initially planned has no shadow or shape, and if one thing fails, everything is a crumbling trail - but make sure it succeeds.

It must be.

"Your Majesty, are you all right!! Blown up by an explosion - what about that head injury?!?

G., and beneath Shendra, who holds his fist, the close guards of the guards, who were blown up and dispersed, rush over in great haste.

Every soldier is wounded, no one is unharmed, etc.

"Good, a ravage wound. More than that - Deputy Chief! Alive!

Push your men away with your hands trying to start taking care of the injuries, and when you yell like that, they'll get back to you as soon as they can.

"Ha! Here!"

"Reorganize the team with the survivors and start repairing the equipment! Resume progress on the second proposal!!

"But although the activation of the Pluto Corpse Dragon has been successful, it has left us without even accepting our control..."

"Bring all soldiers down to 'Labyrinth Space'. His essence is undead, and undead can't help but be attracted to raw signs. If this soldier isn't around, he'll be drawn to nature and his enemies. In the meantime, we'll rebuild our posture and put him under control! You can do it!?

"! I see...... Ha, I'm in awe!

Seeing the deputy director of the underground laboratory vigorously begin to give instructions to his men, Shendra nodded one thing -.

"Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

Boom, the painful cry of the Dead Dragon of the Pluto.

Screaming of those who are clearly under attack, unlike growling.

When it came heard, Shendra sent her gaze in a reflexive motion to the ceiling of a large hole underground laboratory - a winged soldier running through the sky and waving his weapon.

Is that... an enemy demon clan?

Horribly, once (once) moved out, they are fighting each other against the Pluto Corpse Dragon, which no one will be able to help.

No... maybe even a push.

"... now is the time for trials, huh? I won't disturb you. Whoever, whatever they are."

- My hegemony, I won't let you stop me to this extent.

"Whoa, abuuuuuuuu!?

Avoid the dragon's roaring modoki by suddenly braking it with its wings, released without hesitation from the mouth of the big bone dragon, waving the divine spear in return and slashing its splendid horns.

- The divine spear, by instilling magic, becomes true.

The spear body grows longer, creating clear blades and beautiful house decorations, which change to a form closer to the sword than to the spear.

Its slashing flavour is closer to the word 'extinguish' rather than 'slash', and the vacuum blade that pops out of the tip of the blade slashes and rips everything from building to ground on the sword line, and Zun, and some kind of falling sound echoes low.

"Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

It was originally a screaming, roaring Pluto corpse dragon, but it leaks bitter sounds that I can clearly tell are a painful mix by being slashed off the horns - but when I say if I seem to be able to knock it down all at once like this, it may not be true at all.

Play, too.

The Pluto Corpse Dragon.

Even now, something like a black jaw accumulates in the cross section of the slashed corner in front of my eyes, and I wonder if I felt sick with Gunegne, and in a matter of seconds I will be back to normal.

It's been like that for a long time now, and that black jaw has perfectly regenerated the bone from the tip that made it disappear.

Doesn't mean there's no damage in it... but how much of an attack can we take him down?

Then I'll chop him up where he can no longer play - although I'd like to say that there was actually one thing wrong with the weapon (...).

"Huh... Huh!!

- Here we go.

The feeling of magic falling out of your whole body on its own, pouring into your weapon.

Here it is.

When I use it, suddenly the spear begins to absorb my magic on its own.

When this happens, even if you want to get your hands off the divine spear, your fingers will not move at all as if they were instantaneously glued together, and you will not be able to stop the magic that flows out no matter how much you resist.

Perhaps the suction to gain the magic of this divine spear is overwhelmingly stronger than the power I try to block the magic.

In other words, we're talking about how people can resist turbulent streams.

Some vacuum cleaner manufacturers are surprised by the suction power. Fuck you.

We need to stop it somehow because if it stays in this state, the magic will quickly wither away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Shit!! It hurts so much!!

After breathing heavily repeatedly, I slash off my wrist (...) in a breath with a large knife for dismantling that I was giving behind my back (...).

Soon the recovery begins and the wrist regenerates by spraying the advanced potion of the pre-prepared lumbar pouch with dovadoba to the cross section, whilst shouting aloud and scattering.

From so much pain, the cold sweat overflows.

I feel like crying out without shame or hearsay.

What makes you sad and have to slash your own wrist off yourself?

I don't have a self-harm habit.

- Perhaps another form exists in this divine spear, ahead of the other in the form of a sword.

It triggers more than a certain amount of magic, and it begins to absorb the magic needed to change into another form.

But this spear is a spear that bears the name of 'God'.

More than having to dedicate half of my total magic at the stage of changing into a sword form, there will be enough magic to get to another form ahead of me if there are any of me at all.

At the refi level, can it finally change into a third form?

And as I felt most of the time when I did the trial slaughter - the more magic they take away, the more signs I feel of something.

I try to make a change myself, ahead of the divine spear.

"When you look into the abyss, the abyss is peeking again."

It's not like I have that much to learn. I know that, Nietzsche's famous passage.

I don't know what's gonna pop out, but I don't want to open Pandora's box.

Coming down from the air to the ground, I immediately discover the rolling divine spear, kicking my own wrist still attached and grabbing up the spear body.

I really want to sink a weapon like this, even at the bottom of the ocean, but I'm also certain that no other effective source of damage exists besides this.

The lils were attacking once, but they didn't get a single predatory scratch, and on the contrary, they were about to be taken in by something like a black mole, and they were in a great hurry to retreat.

If Lil's fangs and nails don't scratch him, I can't do anything else.

I might be able to slash it critically if En is waiting for me in the item box, but in terms of the slashing flavor, I would have to say, very unwillingly, that this one is still overwhelmingly up there.

In other words, I have to fight enemies who don't know how much to regenerate while stopping them from sucking their magic into their weapons.

It's probably possible that I don't understand how to handle divine spears... but I wonder how some generations ago the dragon king of humans operated that he was using coits.

Even with Charlene. If I give him a name and love him, will he listen to what I have to say?

"Absolutely not, though. - Lil, you're all right over there!?

"Grr!!

Lil, who leads the pets, returns a well-respected reply saying "No problem" while hunting for the undead that began to occur.

Apparently, those rotten dragons have the ability to create undead around them just because they exist, and the dead from this war are beginning to come back as undead.

The dead in this war are so much more than 10,000.

If we don't kill him soon, the pathetic corpse army will grow in numbers...

"... that sword..."

I kept observing with my magical eyes and found out that there was some kind of magical exchange between the Great Sword, which is apparently stuck in the forehead of the Pluto Corpse Dragon, and the Pluto Corpse Dragon - no, that's not such a sweet mon.

I can see you're having a magic snatch (...).

A sword stabbed in the forehead absorbs black jaws from the surrounding area, which flows straight into the Pluto Corpse Dragon, but the sword itself seems to resist being taken.

I can tell you that it feels the same as resisting that I'm about to be robbed of my magic by a divine spear.

I thought it was half the time... negative magic, or something.

And the name of the sword I confirmed in my analytical skills - Totund Ruin.

"Totund Ruin......? That was a fucking redhead weapon for sure...?

I don't see why that's happening - but can you stop me if I destroy you...?