Demon King of Phantom Thief – a Betrayed Thief Stole the Stats and Skills of the Hero Party Then Reigned Over the World

Therem, the slave trader, is a man who thinks ahead.

Therem was also the first to invent an elf slave leasing system.

Instead of the guests taking their feet like a whorehouse, let the elves turn to the guests.

This technique, even temporary, was able to greatly satisfy the customer's desire to own it.

Naturally, the amount needed jumps, but the customer finds that much value in the elves.

Besides, you don't have to prepare a whorehouse.

The elves should even have a crude barn.

Seriously, I think I've come up with a good idea.

But the problem is securing the elves, which are commodities.

The number of elves is limited, and we can't catch and farm males and females.

Because you have to wait decades to grow up to withstand your use as a slave.

If so, it is not acceptable to work with the same industry.

The best thing to do is put it together from the elf settlement.

That's why I planned this massive expedition.

There were 50 mercenaries hired.

All of it is equipped with a large shield and spear prepared here.

I have just heard from officers who are superiors that the throwers are effective against archers.

(All necessary means have been put in place. All you have to do is wait and see...)

Therem was relaxing the cigar in the carriage, calculating how much gold the elves that would capture him now would produce.

"Sir, it's time to get inside the elves. Leave about 10 escorts and detach the troops. I'm leaving, too."

When the mercenary chief tried to speak to you, Therem took control of it.

"Good good, I'm going to keep going too. I just want to see something called elf hunting. Unless we find a new nest, this will be the last time."

- This decision determined Therem's fate.

Disconnect the carriage, the line continues.

30 in the front row of Therem's carriage, 10 left to right.

The Spear Troopers line up and proceed through the woods.

Mercenary chief's skills - [Signal perception] informed him of the existence of the enemy.

"Stop! Prepare for battle!

The wagon stops making a noise.

At that moment - the rain of arrows poured from the top of the forest.

Hukakakakakakakakakakakakakakaka!

Most of them are inhibited by the great shields of the projectiles.

Therem lit a new cigar as he watched from the carriage.

Naturally, in the meantime, the arrow shooting stopped.

"All right! Move on!

The moment the mercenary chief said so - [Signal perception] has conveyed some signs of an unusual existence.

"Wait, stop!

The ground sounded there was neither of the queue's nor of the carriage that stepped on it.

- From the back of the woods, a giant body emerged looking up.

It takes the form of a human being.

Thick chest plate, broken abs, large swollen shoulder muscles.

But its whole body was illuminating the light like polished silver.

"What is this..."

"No way demon......"

Near the inside of the elf is not the kind of area where demons appear.

It's an out-of-count event.

"Sir, the demon is ready to appear!

"Demons? That's unusual. Well, if there's 50 of us, we'll figure it out."

From the carriage, I told the mercenary chief one thing.

Therem's restlessness is unshakeable.

That's how frightening it is, but the slave traders don't serve.

- But.

"You're out of your mind with demons..."

The silver giant spoke the human language.

"I am under the command of the Demon King, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Swordsman (Saberman) Ginroe... it is up to me to join the Elves at the command of the Demon King"

When I heard of the Demon King, Therem blew it out.

"Demon King!? Aren't we talking about being defeated by brave men the other day!? I don't know what the demon king ordered you to do... but it looks like a big deal... he has a slightly loose head screw. Anyway, you look like you've lost him, duly decorate him."

Therem laughed and said so, but the mercenary chief felt the struggle emanating from the giant was billowing to his skin.

Overwhelmed by numbers, but alarm is forbidden.

If you fight in a short amount of time, you could also get injured if you do poorly.

"Stand up!"

In the voice of the mercenary chief, a spear soldier in the front row drew heavily on his gains.

"Let go!"

A spear with a weight incomparable to an arrow descends into a silver giant.

Doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle, doddle!

There was not one spear left, and it pierced the giant body.

But Ginroe doesn't even wander.

"Become...!

Ginroe pulled out one spear that stabbed him in the belly and bent it gently.

"Much yawa... but this is a spear thrown ready to kill"

The quiet voice echoes low into the woods.

"The right to kill is given only to those who are prepared to be killed..."

Ginroe pulled out the rest of the spear without leaving it and tied it in his right hand.

"You have exercised your rights… then prepare yourselves"

- No one caught a giant silver flash in their eyes.

Zududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududd!

Together, the 30 spears thrown penetrated the head, chest and belly of a projectile lined up in three horizontal rows.

The skewered spearmen, cramped with a gut, overlap and fall down.

Therem, who was watching, dropped a cigar from his mouth.

"What... what's that now... mercenary chief! Mercenary Leader!"

Therem screamed from inside the carriage, but the mercenary chief is not the other way around.

"Retreat!!

The mercenary chief had abandoned Therem and had fled with the remaining 20.

"Is that the chief... the chief is ready again..."

The giant silver body picked up the pebble and threw it unconstitutionally.

At the next moment, the head of the mercenary chief running through the woods burst into puffs and scattered its contents on the rotten soil.

When he saw how it was, Therem shook up.

"Get out! Arreston, get out!

In the carriage, there was one man who kept quiet.

Therem's direct caution stick - Areston.

Among adventurers, he is a man known as a first-degree strength.

Slave traders naturally have many enemies.

Therem did not spare any money in hiring a caution stick.

That's why we got a powerful man like Areston.

- The time has finally come for that to help.

"Husband, you're in such a hurry. It's a monster, but there's no creature in the world that can't be slashed."

Areston slowly stepped out of the carriage.

"Let's say, monster. Let's go fight... I have to work my paycheck too"

That's what I say, pull out the long sword and pay it off.

"You look like a tough body."

"You should try it..."

As if piercing mercury, the blade popped out as it drifted from the silver palm.

It's the exact same length as what Arreston got.

"How can you always compete? Then... let's go!!

Areston kicked the dead leaves and walked through the woods.

Aim for legs - inevitable weakness for long opponents.

From a low state, a flash released - the moment.

Pah.

A blade peak flickered by Ginroe was slapped on Areston's shoulder.

The brachial bone and clavicle were crushed and Areston rolled over the rotted soil as he rotated.

"Ugh, my arm...... my arm ahhhhhhhhh!!

"Don't worry, it's a slap"

Zushin, Zushin, and a silver giant body approach.

A giant palm grabbed Areston's head and lifted it.

"For what reason do you serve slave traders, etc? You mean the big deal?"

Shoulder pain hasn't come yet.

Alleston replied frighteningly to the intense heat just transmitted.

"Or it was good to pay! Plus, sometimes you make me hold an elf!

"This man, not a warrior..."

Ginroe gripped and threw away Areston's skull.

"Well..."

Therem was trembling and listening to the footsteps approaching Zuchin, Zuchin,

He has passed out at last.

The silver giant body ripped off the carriage ceiling with merimerimeri.

Are you the slave trader?

"Only Hino, Hino, Hiko. Huh!

Therem begs Ginroe with incontinence.

A cigar that fell at his feet made a juicy noise as he wet himself in the piss.

"Open your mouth."

"Heh, ha?

"I won't tell you three times. Open your mouth."

"Ha, no!

Therem opened his mouth with a chatter and trembling.

There, a silver liquid is poured in.

"Uhh, uhh...!

"I gave you a piece of my flesh. This is a contract."

Ginroe said.

"Return the elves you have captured to this place alone."

"Ha! Of course that's a good thing!

"It's bound to come alone. If the contract is not fulfilled…"

A giant palm grabbed his head.

"My flesh chops your halibut alive, and breaks your belly. If you know what I mean, tell me."

"Ha, ha! Yes, no, no!!

The moment I replied yes, the object poured into my body moved Zudon.

Therem vomited with a scream.

"Don't forget the pain now."

When Ginroe let go of his hand from his head, Therem fell and fell into the diarrhea, spasmodic.

"Everybody, don't worry anymore!

A low voice echoed through the woods.

"The fellow prisoners will be brought back soon by this man. I assure you! Farewell, then!

As Ginroe spread his hands, a wheel appeared from his shoulder.

The wheel kicked up the dead leaves and ran towards the Demon King's Castle.

Later left behind were the barely conscious slave traders and the fainted lords.

It smells like a nasty number of bodies scattered around and blood coming up from them.

………………

The elves on the tree descended to the ground, roughly like that.

"This is... the power of the Demon King..."

"This... thanks... I have to... right..."

The tragic sight engraved the power of the Demon King into the eyes of the elves with all due respect.

- Then a month later.

Finally came the day when the elves who had been imprisoned would come back inside.