Kuraki Kyuuden no Shisha no Ou

To my knowledge, there are many who are called Demon Kings.

I don't know the details because I was never informed of what was going on outside in the hospital bed during my lifetime, but they were said to be fearful natural enemies of humans. If it's a threat, it's probably better than a Necromancer.

There are several reasons, but by definition, Demon King forces tend to be larger than Necromancers. And like an end knight for a Necromancer, it would also have to do with the absence of a clear natural enemy for the Demon King.

They say that some of them have destroyed a number of human nations.

I've always thought I should be afraid of the Demon King's army. I thought he was a warcraft who fought in the woods and, finally, a mighty enemy who wouldn't talk about vampire hunting. But that didn't always seem to be the case as far as looking like Selzard.

Get dressed with empty clothes in the hole, wipe the blood off and resume action again.

Of course, the next time I'm on guard against an ambush. That was just a little alarming.

But you were watching the battle with Selzard, and there were a few people watching this one on the far roll, but there was no one else involved. The distance from the guide Monica is also just a little further away.

"Maybe you were close to Selzard?

This one just fought back. I want you to think it's just sweet that I didn't turn my heart back.

To my inquiry, Monica says for a moment, but opens her horrible little lips.

".................. no. But Selzard was the same regiment leader. I'm a samurai admired by my men."

"Are you strong?

"... Lord Reinell, of course, is not as Oliver in his pure individual combat abilities, but in the military he wonders if he is in the ranks above"

"... well, it was about half an ambush..."

I said the weakest or something. I'm just a little sorry and give out words like excuses.

Maybe he excelled in martial arts. I may have crushed it before I ran it out, but either way it doesn't seem that strong compared to vampires (vampires).

All previous enemies have been wary of this one. The third-degree knights Nevila and the others also used holy silver weapons, and Kainushi goes beyond saying. There's no excuse for Albatos because he was purely losing power, but apparently compatibility is really important to vampires.

Of course, it has to do with me being stronger than I was when I was fighting Albatross right now. I've been getting Cenri's blood regularly throughout my journey, and Lord says my soul keeps falling.

Monica says hand in hand in front of her big chest.

"I admire this Monica, a battle that is better than listening. I hear there is also a power difference between kings at night, but treating Selzard as a child without using any incapacity is apparently a powerful king for a long time..."

It's a nasty old lady. A bright voice was on his back, and his eyes had a strong fear.

But this information is important. Monica's allegation of alien powers is probably about the special abilities of vampires.

I'm still a lower (Lesser), so I can barely use the special abilities inherent in vampires. But Monica didn't seem to realize it.

And my physical abilities are... maybe stronger than those of a coarse vampire.

I can see why. Probably because I inhaled Cenri's blood. But if that's the case, I don't know why you're accumulating so much power and yet you're not a pure vampire (vampire).

But it doesn't matter how much I think about it. Next time the remainder of the remainder of the load comes out, we'll see.

"This army is meritocracy. Master End could put us at the top of this army."

Monica says something a little bit, not even in the middle of the Reinell army stronghold. Are you watching this reaction?

If Selzard was a valuable force in the Demon King's Army, I'd be curious if I was an enemy or an ally.

"I'm not interested. I have other purposes, and I'm going to be gone as soon as the time comes."

"That's... unfortunate"

Monica lays her eyes down.

What if Cenri leaves me and goes somewhere? I'm also intrigued by Monica's blood, but I still can't replace Cenri's.

The limits of my blood-sucking impulse are known to Cenri. Am I allowed... ten long days?

If you turn into a dog, it shouldn't be impossible to trace the smell and find the centipede. I hope he's not gone... but he's not gonna leave you, is he?

See all kinds of rich Monica.

No, Cenri. This isn't cheating.

I'm just worried about blood because I'm a vampire. Because I'm a demon, I don't think it's okay to suck blood a little rampantly. Really.

Worried about Monica, he enters the treasure trove building.

The Reinell Army treasure trove was not as vivid as I imagined it to be. No decorations, just a stone warehouse.

From what I hear, I guess the use is also a warehouse. It's just a place to collect loot.

It is a convincing sight because I don't even think the beast likes jewellery.

The cold, damp air had a mixture of smells even.

I turned my gaze almost reflexively towards one door. I have a sharp sense of smell lately because I can turn into a dog.

There was a bad smell from beyond the steel door. It's all mixed up, but it smells human.

But Monica leads me in the back without touching it.

The smell of blood, meat, death and excitement approaches. When Monica stopped in front of an international splendid door, she opened it with a slight hesitation.

"This is an example duelling ground. We'll decide where all the battles will go."

What was there was a large room. No, should I say courtyard rather than room?

There is no ceiling, if you look up, you can see the stars full of heaven. There was nothing that could be called a stage. The ground was uneven, and there were traces of blood creeping up there.

Exactly now, two demons are beating each other up. It's similar in shape to people, but it's bigger around two than people. My skin is black as iron and I have two horns growing on my head.

Is it a subhuman called the Ghost Man (Auga)? He's a sub classified as a demon, just like a lizard.

The two ghosts were beating each other with their fists, without any mercy.

We don't defend each other, we don't wear armor or anything. The blunt sound that rises whenever a strongly gripped fist is slapped against the other's flesh is also roared away.

Blood splashes, bone breaks sound. Black blood splashes. But there's no sign of stopping each other.

Apparently, there was no great difference in strength between the two, and there were ghosts around who looked the same, raising their thunderous voices to inspire the two brave men.

Monica explains it in a small voice.

"What we're taking from each other this time is the machete the enemy general had when he raided Lomburg, right? Powerful weapons lead to status, and they're what everyone wants."

I'm not too interested. Either that or I'm more interested in ghosts beating each other up.

Ghosts are a species famous for their monstrosity. Better in shape than humans, with steely skin, the attack launched from their arms is a blow special. And there's a culture of eating down the mighty. If you are a mercenary accustomed to battle, say you are an opponent who will definitely avoid opposing you from the front.

The two fighting now would not be complete because they do not possess weapons, but the beating nevertheless had a tremendous intent to kill.

The expression distorts as much as the devil, and embodies the Lynel army's labeling of weak predators.

"There is no killing. Everything in the Rhinel army belongs to Lord Rhinel."

"What happens if I accidentally kill you?

"Killing is None"

Monica says it strongly again. But if they hit me with that momentum, I think humans would be dead. In fact, this duelling ground is stained with a strong dead odor.

A settlement was reached while I was watching. A slightly larger kick of the right individual pierces the pigeon tail of the ghost man on the left, who flutters but has been beaten for the first time. Exactly, the species known for their rigidity and endurance couldn't withstand the same kind of attack either, rolling down the ground with the ghosts on the left scattering diarrhea along with an awesome sound.

It still seems to be alive hard, but there is no sign of standing up only with tingling and cramping. The victorious individual raises the victory, and his companions, who were supportive around him, roar. The only thing that seems to be human is appearance.

Blocking my ear to the rest of the cheer, Monica said terribly as she bruised her chest.

"So... Dear End. Well, it's hard to say... living humans are a popular prize."

I see, even a guest can't seem to be given special treatment.

I wonder what Oliver said he would have hundreds of people ready.

"... I don't mind Monica's blood."

"Huh!? … please forgive me"

Do you hate it so much? I don't know if I'm afraid of such a nasty dressing habit with a demon, no, I want you to learn to shake your head but give me blood and let me touch all sorts of centipede.

"There's no killing, is there?

"None. Absolutely nothing."

I assure you with Monica's tenacious expression.

If there is a kill, I will never participate, but if the kill is absolutely nothing, maybe I can take part in an arms test.

Even as I watched the duel, I had no idea how my powers compare to ghosts.

This actually has to be relative. Compared to the power of a ghost, you can see how capable I am right now. If you lose, you're used to pain.

If you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be in danger of a hundred battles. This is a good opportunity.

Living humans............ I don't want that much, but I still feel better about it than being imprisoned by the Rhinel Army. I don't eat humans just by sucking blood. [M]

I was sad when I broke it again, so when I took my shirt off, I went in the middle, turning my arms wide and checking my condition.

Monica speaks up low but ignores. Even if you try hard, it's up to you to see what's going on with your injured opponent at first.

The ghost man, the winner of this one, suddenly shows up and opens his eyes to me.

The scratchy, staring up giant ghost man (Auga) felt terribly intimidated. The thickness of the body, the thickness of the hands and feet, and the armor of the muscles are not comparable in appearance to the human me.

But somehow, because Albatross was too much, it seems to be to this extent compared to that. Albatos and Ephe are paralyzing my senses.

I don't know my difference in power, but there are examples of cellulzards, so you should be careful.

Those glassball-like eyes are as red as I am, and there is a sense of war burning behind them, not even shortly after the beating.

"Gigi... what, you..."

Show me your strength, champion.

Something is smoking like a flame in the back of my brain. Maybe this is the fighting instinct that makes vampires call vicious?

And when the ghosts roared, they waved their fists down without any signal.