Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 63

The battle between the Demon King and the brave was worthy of a death battle.

The Demon King's spear pierces the hero at a speed that is difficult even to follow. Raging magical powers ride on the spear, raging like torrents.

The hero's sword never retreated. The sword line blows endlessly like a storm, blocking the spear tip.

A few moments of the Demon King's thrust are delivered in an instant, and the hero completely prevents it. Intense magical impact shattered the pillars behind it.

I was watched over the battle, but I noticed something. The hero has been moving around cleverly a while ago, trying to involve the guards.

The Demon King keeps the hero from trying to involve the Guard, keeping his attacks from hitting the Guard.

I panicked and lowered the black scale guards.

"Retreat the Guards! Don't be deceived by the appearance of the rewards! Both weapons have their range increased by magic!"

Responding to my words without delay, the guards jump off quickly. As expected, it is a group of masters who are proud of the Demon King Army.

But because they are not magicians, they can only see what is visible.

On the other hand, I was able to perceive the divinity or spiritual power of the two as a flow of magic.

At first glance, the battle between them looks like a fierce battle.

In reality, however, both sides were fighting for a quagmire to wipe out their presence.

Just by glancing at the spearhead of the Demon King, the hero loses his magic power.

Conversely, the sword of the hero only makes a small wound on the Demon King, and a large amount of magic power leaks out of the Demon King's body.

The two opposing beings seem to be able to take the opponent deep, even with a light blow.

I'd like to be a helping sword if I could, but the moment I step into that gap, it gets broken apart. And the Demon King would not forgive him.

I want to cast a magic for support, but it probably won't work for the Demon King. With the magic I use, it's impossible to raise the Demon King's abilities.

That's why I watch out for the battle with the guards, watching the surroundings.

If there is anything, jump in with desperation and protect with healing magic.

The situation seemed completely equal. The spear is protruded, the sword is dislodged and turned back, and the spear pours it. It's a fast-paced battle.

However, the moment the Demon tried to pull out his spear and pull back, his expression changed slightly. For just a moment, the spear judgment slows down.

I immediately understood what had happened.

This is what the Demon King used to call the "Incarnate Cross".

I and the demon reincarnated from humans to demons, but humans and demons have different physiques and sensations.

I know only martial arts for werewolf because I had no previous experience in martial arts. There is no particular inconvenience for that.

However, the technique of the spear used by the Demon King is probably the one he had learned in his previous life. It is totally different from other dragons.

But it is a skill for humans. There are small differences between humans and dragons in arm length and joint structure.

For this reason, using human techniques forcibly may damage your body.

In reality, Demon King is best at swordsmanship, but in long-term battles it will damage his shoulders and wrists.

After trying a lot, he said he settled on his spear.

The Demon King's spear handling is still sharp. It doesn't look so dull to me.

But in the battle between transcendents, it was fatal.

"Die!"

The blow of the hero attacks the demon king.

The Demon King tried to dodge, but did not fit in a moment.

The brave sword slashes the Demon King from shoulder to waist.

In my eyes, it was clear that the magic power of the Demon King was suddenly lost.

you're kidding.

The Demon King cannot lose.

But the fresh blood splashing is undeniably authentic.

"It's wonderful ..."

The Demon King said, "Kneeling." I can't fight anymore.

On the other hand, the brave man is also very close. A spear stuck in the side.

The Demon King released the counter with a single blow. But it seemed shallow to beat the brave.

The formidable hero holds a bloody sword and jumps at the Demon King.

I kicked the floor and tried to dive in the meantime, but it was too late.

The Demon King's huge body falls down on the black polished floor. It doesn't work anymore.

The hero threw out the broken sword and wiped his return blood with a shirt. It doesn't seem like anything.

He looked back at us, losing interest in the Demon King.

"I don't think you can escape. You're next."

Apparently, this hero, we don't want to miss the bottom. It seems that all the demons they meet are going to be killed.

The guards hold the spear at once, but I control it with one hand. it's useless.

"Go down. I'll do this."

The brave looks at me. That's a disgusting eye.

"You look human, but you are a demonic?-What?"

I'll transform instead of reply.

He barked as much as he could. A "soul shaker" instead of a greeting.

The chandelier shatters and the flames of the candlestick extinguish. The surroundings became dark.

During the audience lit by the moonlight alone, I dumped the hero.

"I don't think you can live alive."

I told you something that seemed great.

But there is no regret. Regardless of the Demon King's army, I will never return this guy alone.

The brave throws a broken sword at it, seemingly stupid.

"It seems that I think I can win because I'm so lucky."

When the hero put his hand on his side, the wound disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that, the guards from the past battles are also slightly upset.

Then the hero pulled out the knife from his waist and showed him the other hand.

"What's wrong? Come on."

It looked pretty sweet.

Sure, now he has healed the wound.

But it's on the surface. When he receives a whole blow of the Demon King and heals his wounds, he consumes magical power.

This man is not a transcendent before fighting the Demon King. The magical power that seemed to spring infinitely has diminished. It will not be possible to recover like before.

If you're a formidable hero, I have a small chance to win.

But you need to be prepared for that too.

I released all the magic I had prepared and raised my physical abilities at once. The effect is higher than usual, because the "Soul Shaker" draws the magic of the surroundings.

In addition, I decided to use the mystery of enhanced magic.

"Build my body, let the sleeping madness be your strength!"

One of the forbidden curses, Fanatic Burn.

Although it is a short time, it can obtain a force that exceeds the physical limit. Whether it breaks bones or rips muscles, it's a magic that springs power without care.

He will die if he loses his reaction after use, but will be killed if he does not win here anyway.

The moment he came to realize that I had used magic, he jumped with all his might. The knife point attacks me.

Enhanced dynamic visual acuity barely catches the strange speed of that guy. Avoidance is almost intuitive.

Dodge the knives and knock the guy into the pit. There was a certain response, but it didn't seem to work as well.

However, his pier was blown away with a hole.

"this!"

I dodge the brave man with a knife. I don't have the magic or physical strength of a Demon King. If it hits, it's a blow.

I hit my face in return. Although it was a clean hit, it was not working at all.

What a guy! It is a fist of a werewolf that kills even war horses and bears!

Close combat is dangerous because the view becomes narrow. Once I got away, I calmed down and thought.

Calm down. I am a werewolf.

A werewolf is not a proud warrior. A cruel hunter.

This battle is not an honorable warrior duel. An angry wolf fighting privately, a sneaky hunt to hunt down a brave hero.

So I hide in the pillar between the audience.

"What happened?

The brave slashed my hidden pillar with a knife. That several times. The giant pillars are carved like candles and fall apart.

As expected.

Anyway, just one attack. A boar who never knows to retire.

I kicked some of the pillars' remnants in rapid succession.

At the same time, I run on the floor on all fours, like a real wolf.

Black floors, black walls, black pillars, black ceilings, black stone blocks, black werewolf.

Just a moment. In a fraction of a second, he missed me.

I was confused to find me missing in the flying stones.

That's enough.

I was deserted and bitten his feet with the werewolf fangs.

Chew the shin without hesitation.

`` Ugu !? ''

At the same time as the sound of the bones breaking, the smell of moist human blood came in.

The real weapon of a werewolf is not a nail or a fist. Fang.

Everything but the fangs is just a preparation to bite the enemy without a counterattack.

I don't know how to fight humans, but the way of fighting werewolf has been finely trained.

No other attacks are possible, but a blow from the fangs can take the brave deep.

Then I still have a chance to win.