Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

While I looked around the base of the Demon King Reinell's army, I understood how the fragile existence of man developed in this world, where powerful phantom beasts and warcraft travel.

The physical structure of the beast is not suitable for building civilization, even if it is suitable for hunting. And acting on four-legged foot, they take up a lot of space.

There may also be differences in reproductive abilities, but even with the intelligence of the crowd, this will not be easy to increase. Some of them will be able to use magic, but magic can only be a big deal, so it's no substitute for clever hands.

The army of Demon King Reinell was a mixture of a wide variety of warcraft. But as I looked around the base with Monica's guidance, I somehow saw the army hierarchy.

Basically, a bipedal warcraft has a higher status.

I've heard stories about the more powerful demons you become, the closer you get to being human. The farther we went from the castle to the foot of the mountain, the greater the number of beasts, and the closer we were to the castle, the greater the proportion of those who walked bipedally.

Still, the species seems rather cramped because they are not united. Some of them will be inherently hostile warcraft.

A truly horrible being who deserves to be called the Demon King, such as being able to obey so many diverse beasts.

And Monica Urtsbia seemed to boast quite a place among the demon king Reinell's subordinations.

Demons are, as far as I know, powerful demons. Although I had noticed slightly from the fact that I was entrusted with the dimensions of the supply route and that I could speak directly to the Demon King, the face is also known to the lower constituents.

Monica with an attractive look (though I don't know if it would lead to a demon of a different appearance in the first place), but the gaze thrown at her contained a strong fear. At least it won't be a miscellaneous soldier.

"You have a status."

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Probably common sense. Monica's words were casual.

Apparently, it was the truth that demons are good at confusing people. And vampires have a similar heirloom. I don't know when I'll be able to use it, but long live vampires can mellow people just by looking at each other. It won't work for Cenri anyway.

"Maybe you're using that ability on me, too?

Now I'm just a little excited about this new situation, but I should have been the type to move more carefully.

Monica turned her eyes round to my inquiry.

"............... joke. There's no way the King of the Night can pass the magic of Charm."

Apparently, there's no way it's going through. Well, I always wanted to look around the outside just before I died...

Apparently in Reinell's Demon King Army, everything consists of looting.

Divide supplies obtained by attacking people's cities in order of strength. Is this the guy called true meritocracy?

Lower level - everyone under the base was doing whatever they wanted.

The narrow formation where blood, meat, screams and growls intersected resembled hell. Probably waiting for the time of battle. Monica, I heard there was a troop leader for once, but I couldn't tell.

Apparently, the one with a lot of scratches for now is likely to be the head of the unit. All I could do was snort at Monica's words that she was like a human being.

The upper layers were still better than the lower ones. There are more subhuman individuals, such as ghosts and beasts, and the density is not that high.

Some of them point a favorable gaze at Monica. Apparently, the aesthetic sensations of beasts and ghosts are the same as those of humans. With that said, the story of a beautiful princess exposed to ghosts and demons among the miga was a classic.

Some of the upper floors, on the side of the castle, were sturdy stone buildings. Monica points and says it.

"That's a treasure trove. All the whereabouts of the loot will be decided in battle. Everything from the weapons and armor you take away, to the liquor and meat, to the captives of man, to the turns of the same species, is taken away from you. It's a system where only the strong get everything."

"... money?

"There is no point in this army, such as human money. That's an unpopular product among the soldiers at lower levels. For once, there may be exchanges among the members above……"

"Is that how you got these clothes, too?

"... human clothing is not popular, so it will not be a companion"

I see... culture is a lot of things.

They are undoubtedly enemies of humanity. It wouldn't be easy to tell because life consists of plunder. Besides, you're deliberately doing human adversaries, so there must be an emotional reason on the part of the Demon King's army as well.

But I don't have much of an aversion because I'm already the enemy of mankind. Sometimes there's nothing I can do about it, and it's similar to how I felt when I first saw the body.

Enjoying the evening sightseeing in a completely touristy mood, he was inadvertently called low from behind.

"Monica. What is that man?

Obviously it wasn't put out of the human vocal cord, it was a deafening voice.

It was a giant man looking up there. No, if I'm being exact, it's a 'probably' man. I cannot tell the sex of a sub. [M]

Will he be three meters tall? Golden eyes, similar to those of reptiles, on skin covered with black scales. My arms are flexed and a few times thicker than mine. The outfit is almost naked with just one waist on. Was it a guide clerk or was he carrying a spear on his back with a tip split in a trident?

I can see a slightly thin tongue from the gap between the growing fangs.

Perhaps this is the Lizard Man. It is a species famous for its ferocity and superior physical ability, one of the subhumans hostile to mankind. I've never seen it before.

"Selzard… this is End Baron and Reinell's guest"

"Customers… people? A human? Is that the kind of obnoxious Oliver Albor? Or your slave? You're an inside man in Lomburg?

The voice was clearly insulting this one.

The sharp eye has a strong intent to kill. I can follow a bunch of lizards just a little smaller in the back.

Lizard men are generally categorized as demons. Because cultural forms are too different from human beings.

omnivorous, but also eats humans. Tools can also be used to a certain extent on a ferocious basis, but there is not much development of a culture that makes tools, so it is said that villages and cities may be attacked for human tools.

Conversely, I have heard that we sometimes go hunting from the human side because we create extensive territory in beautiful watersheds and swamps where precious plants grow. It's no wonder or anything to give to the Demon King's Army.

I didn't know I could speak people's language.

"Fragile, smart, stupid person. By the way, I can't believe I'm selling my people... My tribe has been hunted down by you."

Tilt your body and stare at me from close quarters. My nostrils are moving tingly. I took a step back and frowned.

I don't care if they say that. I didn't kick you out, and if it wasn't harmless, it might break your heart, but you guys eat humans, right? Besides, I'm even looting for civilization. Isn't there a way those people aren't hostile to each other, even though they fight each other?

You thought it was a bad situation, Monica says as she panicked.

"Huh!? disrespectful! I don't know if I would mistake him for a human... he's not a person, an insider, a slave, or a werewolf (Ware Wolf). He's -" The King of the Night "!

There was no foretaste.

The moment I heard about it, a lizard man called Selzard, with sharp hook-toenails, wore my trunk from the bottom.

My body floats on the impact. Late, the pain runs through the body. My heart was pierced. Rumor has it, it was a tremendous force.

Monica complains. Before my body touches the ground, the three more spears that had been pulled out of me will be swinging down my skull.

Strong impact. The body is slammed to the ground by the power of the outside world. Selzard stomped my body on the ground with his legs. Flesh and bones stir at the pressure.

"Yes, all of a sudden, what..."

"My hometown was ravaged by the king of the night!

That's not me either. I'd say so, but I don't have a voice.

The voice contained strong anger and exaltation. The ground is cold, the blood flowing from my head enters my eyes.

"Huh... but to this extent, to this extent, that scared, night king... Huh!?

I was alarmed. I heard it could get tangled up, but I can't believe someone suddenly attacked me. But even though you didn't attack me while you thought I was human, isn't it too sinful, the king of the night, to come to kill me the moment you find out I'm a vampire?

Feeling up, I got up with my hand. I'm rolled to the ground scattered, but I don't have that kind of hobby.

With force, the legs lift. Both the worn heart and the broken head had already healed. Apparently the spear wasn't made of silver.

Selzard can put a lot of thought into his legs, but his strength is not as strong as Albatross.

"Stupid...... with my heart pierced -"

"My new clothes are ruined -"

Sure, the heart is a weakness, but I wouldn't die instantly if it wasn't a pile of wood. If they set up a chase, I might have been in a hurry, but it's too sweet to just step on it. You should apprentice Albatos.

No, you don't care, do you? I don't care. I'm a peaceful vampire.

I just have a little blood on my head because I was suddenly attacked. One shot is one shot.

My legs fall off and that posture collapses. Before Monica stopped, I swung my fist through the open pocket with all my strength and emotion.

I heard a short noise. The air trembled hard.

Monica stops and Selzard opens her eyes flashly.

A shaken fist was completely buried in its body. Apparently, the scales that covered the body surface were not as tough as Albathos' fur. If the cellzard had been a little smaller, it would have penetrated completely.

I feel a slightly creepy exaltation at the soft, hot feel that wraps my fists and the feel of hard bones.

While Selzard's right arm cramps, he waves down the spear three more times.

I felt a little sorry for myself, pulled my fist out, swung it down without force, and backwards avoided it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get my nails out for once, but I didn't expect to pierce the scales"

"Gu... gu..."

The giant was cramped with only one blow. Apparently, even a warrior of the inflexible lizard can't be safe if he gets punched through the middle of his body.

I still kept those eyes wary, but my body only flutters and doesn't move.

The opponent, who has no endurance so far, is on the contrary fresh. I looked down at the empty clothes in the big hole,

"I didn't mean this. I didn't mean to. But what makes me look like an assailant with a pierced heart and a cracked head... isn't that weird? Honestly, you're the weakest person I've ever fought. I wish you'd been the first to attack me."

Whatever it is, this or something after Albatos, it's too unbalanced.

"... of..."

Selzard moaned as he held down an empty hole in his body with his hand, falling and laying still.

The ground rocks. The fallen giant cramps and spreads green blood on the ground.

You look strong, but you're weak.

But there are reflections. I got a defenseless blow to the heart. If Selzard had used the wooden pile as a weapon, he would have died.

Something cold now passes through my spine. Apparently, there's not enough vigilance on a daily basis.

Look around at the other lizards. In its eyes lived a burning intent to kill and fear.

Maybe Cenri will forgive me if it's self-defense, too.

Lizard blood will not satisfy my blood urge. [M] But I have no choice. If you're coming to kill me, I'll kill you. If they were strong, they'd run away, but if they were as strong as Selzard, they wouldn't have a problem dealing with them at the same time.

"If it's not human blood, it probably doesn't make sense to smoke..."

In a small, blurry moment, Monica raised an apology.

"Sorry, sir! Please, forgive me for not giving you a minute and attacking Selzard!

"Uh... yeah"

"I didn't mean to kill you!

"Uh... I was willing to kill you."

He won't be going through his heart, swinging a spear down his head, stomping on it and not going to kill him.

I'm a harmless vampire, but my heart isn't wide enough to be attacked and laughing.

"Selzard is already dying! I was wondering if you understood End's strength yet. Please, one generous shake!

Think a little. Monica lowers her head with tears in her eyes.

I didn't mean to kill you originally...

... Well, okay.

If this were Albatos, I would never have forgiven him, but Selzard is too weak to maintain his willingness to kill.

I don't even think I can win with all the Demon King armies against me. We must remember to compromise if we are to live in peace.... maybe I'll get some blood.

"Well, fine. Why don't you just take him and treat him? If you were human, you'd die, but if you were a lizard, you might survive."

A cellulzard falling down and cramping into depression is carried away.

I should have swept his heart out with the first blow. That idea comes to mind for a moment, but the wound is completely healed. The only problem is the clothes that got dirty.

I would have used my powers for regeneration, but not as much as I'm particularly concerned.

"I want a towel and new clothes"

"I'll be ready in a minute"

Monica lowered her head deeply to my voice and ran for the stone building on a small run.

Lick the blood on your hands, but the lizard man's blood was still not tasty.