Desire

It was an overly sudden stretch of flesh, and it was as clean as a sudden. The Headless Horseman doesn't realize that his throat has been slit until the moment his head falls to the ground. Before his head touched the ground, Azin advised.

“The Horses are not human. There's no guarantee he'll die from strangulation. ”

What Azin commanded Devello was the death of the Mages. Devello accepts the lack of his own flesh and blood. She moves her hand a few more times, and it becomes hundreds of strikes. When your head hits the ground. It was divided into hundreds of pieces. It wasn't just my head. The beast's body collapses into hundreds of pieces. A larynx! It was only after the circular bruised flesh fell to the ground that the faces of the nearby horses, black wizards, and witches changed.

“Yes, you! ”

The nearby hordes rush in screaming. Ajin doesn't move. Instead, he opens his lips and commands Devello again.

“Kill him.”

“Yes.”

The result was the same. Several hundred pieces of flesh scatter as Devello scatters his sword. Azin walks forward, clamoring.

“Keep killing. ”

“Yes.”

Devello is a very convenient and sharp tool for Azin. Since he had never held such an excellent tool, he felt quite satisfied. What I like the most is that there is little cost to using such excellent tools. Devello's actions are not for Azin, but for himself. It is Tebello's self-satisfaction to follow Azin's orders and do him.

So I use it. A massacre began behind my back. The hordes swarm with sudden upheaval, but not one of them could handle Devello. Not to mention the Black Wizards and Witches who are more powerful than the Horsemen. After leaving the slaughter to Devello, Azin approaches the squatting humans on the floor.

“Ah... ah... ahh...”

Humans looked up pain with eyes filled with all sorts of emotions, surrounded by fear. Azin looks down at them with a expressionless face. Humans were bred like pets to the Horses, but they were not as sluggish as dogs or cats. There were traces of abuse left on her naked body because she wasn't wearing anything. It was a trail of bad habits that I didn't know why. Some people had all their teeth pulled out and some had their hands and feet bent at strange angles. There was no age difference between men and women. It was just a man. Humans who have not been treated as humans look up at the pain. They tried to speak Moora with their lips twitching, but there was not a single human who could speak properly.

Ajin pulls the elixir out of his chest. and poured it out generously on humans. Although elixirs aren't universal, most wounds can be healed. Ajin silently pours the elixir and uses golden eye to trigger a healing spell.

‘I should have learned some divine magic. ’

Then it would have been better. Ajin felt very sorry for it. The healing magic that could be used as a golden eye was not that great. But even so, it was like a miracle because it was used in combination with an elixir.

No. Eligure and healing magic are not miraculous. For humans that had been reared like cattle by the demons, it was a miracle for them that Ajin was here.

“W-who... are... you...? ”

One of the humans, who was at least better, stuttered and asked. At that point, he paused. It was difficult to answer, so I did not keep my mouth shut. I just kept my mouth shut for 'choreography’. What voice to use, what face to make. Strict or benevolent? Sad? How many times in my head did Ajin choose

It was expressionless.

“Duke Sericrapa. ”

Azin mutters. His expression hardens without feeling. His voice... is low. It rang low, but at the end it contained a small and long tremor. It made the listening human feel a variety of emotions. It was just as Ajin intended.

Duke Sericrapa. Rare Gracians don't know his name. Even young children know the name Duke of Sericrapa. Duke Sericrapa was a hero of Gracia before he was destroyed. Such a name resonates here. As I heard the name of the hero I remember, Humans shed tears. Azin shared his gaze with them for a moment. I wanted to communicate emotions, so I acted that way.

After that, you turn around. Devello is surrounded by countless corpses. In fact, it could not even be a corpse. It was because most of them did not even maintain a proper form.

“Where are the other humans? ”

Azin quietly asked. The human beings could not immediately answer.

“Er... everywhere. ”

In Lebacore today, humans are less than livestock. Most Horses abuse by raising more than one human being. Azin nods slowly. I knew you would. Of the many cities in Gracia, there is no place that treats humans as badly as Lebacore. Azin chose this place because there is no hell like it.

“Come here. ”

Azin's shadow widened greatly. People hesitated because they did not understand the shadow space of Azin, and told him once again to stand on his shadow. Then people staggered and came to Azin's front. Dozens of people vanish into the shadow of Azin.

“Where are you going next? ”

Devello asks, "I've killed all the Horsemen nearby, but there are a lot of them in the city." Killing all of them wasn't actually that hard. Without Azin, it would be possible to exterminate the Horsemen of the City before the end of the day by himself.

“While looking down at the city, I found a facility that looked quite interesting. ”

Ajin replies. Ajin is not here to wage war. I'm not here to exterminate the Horsemen of the city. No, the extermination itself may be a way, but it's not a good choice to make.

Ajin wanted to be an adult. Just as there were many beings who were both human and divine, they wanted to save mankind and perform miracles as adults. Since it was the same world now, it was the perfect situation for Ajin to achieve his goal.

“Let's go.”

Azin's body came to my mind. Azin and Devello head for the colosseum in the center of Lebacore. Originally there was no such building, but Harvest took over Lebacore in less than two months, and this magnificent colosseum was erected. Inside the Colosseum are a variety of spectacles for the Horsemen. In other words, it was an amusement park that brought joy to the Horses by transforming humans.

Azin and Devello slowly fall into the Colosseum. The first thing that appeared was the human auction. Most of them were from human factories produced by Harvest, but they were not the only ones with poor quality products. Even well-educated and educated nobles sometimes come up with products, and sometimes knights with a strong body or scholars who ate their own food come up with products. When such valuables come up, the horses will be furious with each other's bids.

Next to it, there was a human fighting field. The horses sent their bred into warriors, enjoying their gambling battles, and many other ways of fighting.

“What are you? ”

Even in these places, Ajin and Devello were still in the spotlight. Azin flicks his fingers as he looks at the incoming mage. Phew! A protruding blast pierces the Horseman's head.

And again, what happened on the street was repeated. In the end, Azin confided in Devello about the other murders. The Horsemen living in this city are too low-class. Hell, no. They're such low-class horses. They're supposed to be having such a bad time. Azin approaches the shivering humans. And just like before, I tried to reach out to them for salvation.

The slaughter comes after me. It was sudden and explosive, but not for long enough to threaten the azine. Azin raises his hand, expressing a grumpy expression. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

“Is this Jabesh's toy? ”

Azin mutters and waves his hand lightly. It was a brute force attack, but the marks it left on Azin were only a little messy on the sleeve.

“You...! ”

What broke in was a homunculus that Jabes had made with the ball. It was his role to manage the Colosseum, and it was at the end of the situation that he rushed into a sudden commotion. But the Horunklaus was no longer able to mount an attack. He realized who was in front of him.

“How is she? ”

Azin looks at Horunklaus and asks. Homeunculus, who was looking at the pain with a stiff face, got rich and sharpened his teeth.

“Aijin...! Why are you here?” “Hehe. How long has that son of a bitch known about it? I take it your shitty owner didn't educate you properly? ”

Azin twists his thin lips and spits out his profanity. At that, Homunklaus' face turned pale. He was furious that she had offended him more than he had offended himself. It is because she was the creator and father of her own creation.

“Don't you dare insult the Master!” “Like what? You have quite an interesting sense of humor. Compared to me and harvez, you think I'm some kind of freak? ”

Azin grunts and approaches Horunklaus. He spits intimidating words, but no jealousy or life flows through his body. It hesitates Horunklaus for a moment, but then makes him decide. Azin's loose strength encourages Horunklaus' courage.

It was because I lacked experience Homunklaus did not know so much about the power of Azin. If Harvest had been here, he would never have chosen to fight Against Azin. But there was no Jabesh here, and that's why Horunklaus strikes the ground against Azin.

“Asshole. ”

Azin mumbles as he raises his hand. Cough! I feel like my slack just now feels like a lie. Standing up with a single gesture was like a storm of mass murder and speculation. The face of Horunklaus, who was pressed against it, grew white. He brakes into acceleration to slow his retreat.

“No. ”

Azin is exhausted. His arms are wide open. The space itself was controlled by the grip of azine. My fingers bend and my wrists twist. He is drawn to Azin, as if the space were his collar, and inside, he struggles with a white face. He tried to escape the space, but that was impossible. Azin's determination to be non-polar was giving Azin God's power and absolute power in this space.

Shitty... Shitty! The space is torn. The whole area is torn, and Azin has imprisoned Homunklaus. Horunklaus shudders and shakes his arms and legs. I don't like it, Azin raises his other hand. Grabs the air with nothing. And let's pull it back.

“Ahhhh!”

Horunklaus screams. His arms and legs were torn apart at the same time. The blood that was spilling fell to the ground but could not touch the ground. Because the space torn and caught by azine was completely blocked from other areas.

“Good timing. ”

Azin grins, his teeth pointing out toward the struggling homunculus.

“I have so many questions for you. ”