I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

While Finia and Doran were fighting, Leishe had also reached the point where he had cut down the stairs. It is a dark place, a limp and somewhere chilly. When it comes to the discomfort felt by Liesche, it means that this space has a darker concentration of magic vegetables than on the ground.

Somehow, I felt that was a very cozy place for a leachet. Being a vampire, she prefers this place, which is dark because of its nocturnal nature, on which her eyes are good at night and therefore her vision is good, the laid-back space is cool, and the section with dark magic turns Reese's body into the best condition.

It takes in magic vegetables and improves the flow of organs and blood in the body. Exactly, it was a space for vampires.

But that's why Liesche gets more vigilant. Either the person you intercept in a place like this, because of their personality you want to crush them in an environment they are good at, or because of their willingness to condition them and fight them squarely, you are definitely quite confident in your abilities.

Rieshe pulled out the reddish rusty sword he had obtained, distracted by the riches, pinned and sensed around him and walked into that space one step at a time.

Then it appeared at the center of the space.

A black mist gathers, and that takes the shape of a person. Leishe saw the sight and thought, Could this foggy demon tribe be... just like herself -

"Hmm, you're a different color daughter for a vampire... I was wondering if I'd ever meet my own kind again... something odd on the edge"

"Vampire, huh?"

"Yes."

- Vampire. The long-length, grey-haired man who showed up in front of the leachet said so, looking at the leachet with red eyes like blood, showing his nagging sharp fangs. The exhalation is dyed white the moment it goes out into a cool space, as if it were in an extremely cold space.

Her opponent, the same vampire as her. Besides, I see you've lived a long time since you were born a vampire. A real vampire. What haunts me is the noble, passionate, blood-hot intimidation that even a vampire king should call himself. Liesche almost knelt unexpectedly.

Leishe, reminded of the difference in character, stares at the opponent with a lot of relief.

Then, as impressed, the vampire man hoisted the end of his mouth. It's like I'm releasing a sense of intimidation that I can kill others with just my gaze. Liesche feels strong, even though he remembers the illusion that the depths of his body are rapidly cooling.

"Are you a vampire but not a red eye...? But you must be one of my kind... and this must be a fateful encounter."

"What are you saying?

"It means I'm not going to kill my own people. Because there are so few more vampires in this world... I'm not going to hang on to this, even if the people I met around the corner were enemies."

I didn't see any lies in the look on the face of the man smiling at Leishe. I can see that you are really merciful of a leachet, a fellow vampire. The killing quenched and the intimidation of the king that was haunting him disappeared. Leishe also found that the pressure that was hanging on her shoulders disappeared and made her feel somewhat easier. I don't suppose the man's word that he's unwilling to kill me is a lie.

But the man showed those sharp claws against such a leachet. Sharp nails, which are also one of the weapons of vampires. Leishe's fingernails are also pointing gradually, but he's still human now. Therefore, Liesche restarted his sword against his nails.

Then the man smiled bitterly at the alert of such a leachet and put his hand forward, indicating his intention not to attack. In Liesche's brain, more and more question marks come to mind.

"It's the Demon King who's ahead of us... we've been working together for a long time as friends, but he's strong. The Demon King has grown stronger and resurrected every time he is defeated, but the modern Demon King is especially strong... still, you move on?

Such a question can be thrown. To be honest, there was a hidden feeling that I didn't want you to go.

So, Liesche understands that the vampire in front of him must really be a vampire of fellow thoughts. He put his sword away and answered the question slowly, although it was not an instant answer.

"Oh, my dear friends believe me, they're waiting for me."

"... well, then... I can't let you through to keep my people from dying. Oh, don't worry... I won't kill you, until it's all over - just get you to sleep here."

"... well, you mean the battle is inevitable, right? The thoughts that hang with your people are strong, noble and noble... but I will shake them off and move on."

Leishe and the vampires have no reason to fight. In order not to let Leishe die going under the Demon King, the Vampire must defeat the Vampire and go to reach under the orange noise waiting under the Demon King.

It's just that, just a little coincidental triggered roundabout of fate. If Liesche had chosen another staircase, there wouldn't have been a fight like this.

Vampires and vampires, fellow countrymen who rarely meet each other in this world... crush each other's thoughts while respecting each other and caring for each other.

I have to do it. We don't want each other to die. It cannot be accommodated in any way other than a collision for reasons that cannot be withdrawn.

"Come, young vampire daughter... I am Vlad Byrne, king of vampires"

"Let's go, old vampire king... I'm the only vampire, Trichet Lumiera. Call me Leishe."

Proud vampires name each other and move at the same time. To crush each other's feelings and save lives we don't want them to die.

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- Meanwhile, around that time, Leila, who confronted the enemy the slowest of all the faces down the stairs... had fallen to the ground to lie down.

I'm not asleep. She is slowly throwing her limbs to the ground and falling as she plunges her head into the ground. And there were beings stepping on her head with those slender feet.

The demonic tribe was a demonic tribe of women, staring down at Leila with tranced eyes with an abusive and vicious grin. Leila, who doesn't even move Pickle, creates a sloppy, bloody build-up from under her face half stuck in the ground.

I don't know if he's passed out or dead... but the demon tribe of the woman overlooking Leila puts her legs off Leila's head after a pepper and tongue lick and kicks that head off with a dull sound.

"Huh...!

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh...! Nice......! I've wanted to abuse you like this for a long time...! Gooooooooooooooooooooo...!

Leila, kicked away, rolled away with a gobble and eventually stopped the movement, raised its face. He's distorting his expression to pain, but apparently he's not dead. I cut my forehead or I wiped the blood hanging from one eye as I dyed my grey forehead red. She has her red eyes narrowed, but she is biting her teeth.

Unlike other faces, the moment Leila arrived in this space, the battle began. Though it is good that he attacked the demonic tribe of the woman who suddenly stormed him with agitation... there is no way that he can strike back at Leila, who was disfigured by an ambush.

He continued to be attacked unilaterally and eventually was pushed to the earlier state.

For a moment, though, he had also lost consciousness. Leila was very alarmed when she hurried under the orange noise. That's why they did it easily.

But alarm isn't the only cause. The major cause of Ningro is hunger due to not eating human beings who also cared about the orange noise. Now that Leila is unable to exert her original power at all and is greatly weakened, it is unlikely that she is able to fight with S-rank strength. It's a good, mid-A-rank place.

"Ho ho... what an unpleasant personality to strike..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Are you listening to me?

"Ku......"

The damage to her head was heavier than she thought, and Layla couldn't stand up. To be sarcastic all the time with at least a return of interest is easy to overstate and cannot be disputed.

Slowly, but in a light-hearted manner, the demonic woman walked under Leila, glancing down at Leila with her sadistic caged eyes, grabbing Leila's fluffy gray hair. And as I pull and lift my hair, I bring my own face in front of Leila's.

"Ahhhh...!

"Oh, don't bluff your face... compared to that, you have beautiful hair... you don't need this kind of hair, do you?

The demon clan of the woman who said so grabbed Layla's head with the hands of those who hadn't grabbed her hair - she slashed that white hair and cut it a thousand times. Try to pull it directly out of your scalp and do it in a painful way all at once and throw your hair straight down to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!?

Then Leila screamed at the sound and pain of scalping. Shake off the demonic woman's hand and distance herself as she shakes her shattered hair. When I hold my head down, although there are no bald areas, my hair lengths are falling apart in various places. Besides, the hand I held back had red blood on it.

Apparently, a few fine scratches have been made to the scalp as a result of the forceful pull-out.

"Oh my beautiful hair is worn out...... kah wah wah wah, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

The demonic woman laughs pleasantly when she sees Leila worn out with her totally bloody or messy bossy hair. At the time of the first blow, the demon woman beat Leila just as much damage as her feet fluttered. With Leila's resilience now, it takes time to heal that damage, and if the damage goes on there, the earliest battle will continue in despair.

But the Demonic Woman still doesn't have the hair, such as the intention to get Layla off the battle stage. I'm still going to hurt Leila, humiliate her, let her lick enough humiliation and spicy acid before smashing her.

"Ooh!

"Agoo......!?

"Are you still going to go to your favorite tough guy like that? Uhhhhhh!"

The demonic woman kicked Leila's jaw up as she stepped in front of Leila. Grab Leila's neck, which nearly fell on her back, and slap her straight against the wall that was nearby. A massive amount of breath leaked out of Layla's mouth at the shock from her back, but it doesn't matter. The Demon woman moves her body closer to Layla's body. I slid my own leg between Leila's legs and pressed that abundant breast against Leila's chest.

And as I stroked Leila's thighs up with my empty hands - I crawled my fingers to her lower abdomen. He poked his finger directly underneath his umbilical cord and leaned his own mouth against Leila's ear.

Then he hoists the viciously hoisted mouth end further and whispers to Blur and Layla.

"Hey, do you know how to make your baby?

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"You don't know what you're talking about, do you? So let me tell you... baby, you can do it by putting a man's genes in a girl's tummy... baby, you grow up in your mother's tummy and you're born."

"... so... what- uhh!?

A demonic woman says as she strokes her stomach.

But Leila wonders what the content of the abruptly whispered word has to do with it now - for a moment, naturally, she vomited (couldn't) at the impact on her visiting abdomen. The shock of an unintentional punch comes from the back of my throat with nausea and at the same time something I ate.

Layla managed to swallow it and endured nausea. But to the stirring pain in his abdomen, from behind his eat-bound teeth, he is groaning.

The shock was caused by... a demonic woman who punched Leila in the lower abdomen with that fist. You cared for Leila, who vomited, and the demonic woman, who went full of sadism, whispered further into Leila's ear.

"There's a room in a girl's tummy to raise a baby called a womb. Yeah, it's around the corner where I hit him now, isn't it? Feel it now."

"... ugh!!

"Aha! Did you notice the boulder? Woof... just like you imagined. From now on, until your womb crumbles - keep hitting me."

The moment Leila learned war on the word and opened her eyes... the Demonic woman punched the fist further into Leila's belly. Over and over, punching in continuously. Deep and decisive, Zudon, Zudon, makes a blunt noise and sinks his fist into his abdomen.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"Ahahahahaha! Awesome! It's not like you can throw up your contents so vigorously! I don't know... it's good. Good. Wow... you're the tallest right now - Busyk!

A demonic woman shuddering her shoulders at the sadness that fills her. Layla gets slapped in the stomach many times and throws up something she can't stand eating. The diarrhea goes drooling through the hands of the demonic woman grabbing her neck, but she still slaps her fist into Leila's body laughing.

To the point of not dying,

More painful,

Like cutting the will to disobey,

Over and over and over and over again, he slaps his fist against Leila's body. And gradually, Leila runs out of vomiting objects and starts vomiting stomach fluids and blood. The inside of the abdomen, where the fist continues to punch in, also penetrates the orange-sounding tempered coat, accumulating damage. Internal bleeding had occurred and the skin had created several blue moles.

On Leila's leg, there's no more force. It's like being forced to stand in a hand that grabs your neck. Half-flight consciousness is also shown by blurred red eyes. Still, demonic women don't stop their fists trying to crush Leila's womb.

"Demons in love with humans? Aha, that can't be happening! Isn't that Bakka!? Aha, aha, aha! But good, a child with a loved one is a treasure for humans! Then I will destroy your happy future! Ahahahahaha!!"

Zudon, Zudon, Zudon, the hand of a demonic woman who keeps beating me will not stop.

"- Oh?"

"... yah... meh...!

Then Leila's hand when she heard the word... grabbed the fist of the demon woman powerless. I didn't have enough power to stop the fist momentum... but Leila's such action stops the Devil's Woman's fist.

When I looked at Leila's face, which was completely messed up, Leila's eyes had a clear return to consciousness. And I just need to let it go any further. I'm burning into a fighting spirit.

- That touched the devil's lady.

"Huh?

"Huh... Huh...!?

Zdon, the sound didn't ring.

But instead... something crushed sounded like Gucci. As Layla dropped her gaze, she saw the hands of a demonic woman poking at her own stomach. And that hand pushes through his back and rubs something against the wall behind it. Are you paralyzed by the beaten pain, I don't feel that much pain... but I felt something missing in my stomach.

Then I could see that hand piercing my stomach would be pulled. Cockroaches, cocoons, gucha, and hands about to be pulled out in my stomach are scratching my stomach. Bones smashed, intestines pulled, stomach slapped. Leila felt the disgusting sensation somehow filled with bubble and blood.

And the devil's woman's hand is pulled out of Leila's abdomen, and her hand is also removed from her neck.

Then Leila's body fell according to gravity... duh, and fell on the ground lying down. Leila looked like her thoughts weren't chasing her, and many times she had question marks in her brain.

…… ……

A demonic woman looking down on it laughs and tells her she doesn't like it. When I took something stuck to the wall, I brought it in front of Layla, who collapsed.

"The thought hasn't followed? Look, your womb...... so much. Uhhhhh......!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...!?

"I don't know... now you can't have kids for the rest of your life body... how do you regret that? regret? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Leila, whose thoughts followed, raises her voice to the wreckage of her own womb thrown away. Plus, he's obviously been fatally injured and bleeding heavily. Leila will be dead as it is. And that, Leila herself understood.

But - that's the moment.

"Ahhhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

Leila's red eyes, laughing so hard, were filled with craziness and a pitch-black rage erupted.