Chapter 178 – #38 Mona Bitch Assistant, and Earl Meln and Egg Fragments (3)
“… ! … !!!”
A cry called a scream came from the mouth of the earl who had ingested the fragments.
My body creaks, An ominous sound echoes throughout the body.
Muscles are torn and repaired again.
Guts twisted, replaced with new ones.
The body of Earl Meln, who swallowed the devil’s egg and its fragments, suffered as if his entire body was being crushed by that powerful magic.
The body that was once crushed, torn, and twisted like that is restored with the magic that destroyed the body, and it changes into a property suitable for having the magic of a ‘demon king’.
Gradually.
It means that his body, which is nothing more than an ordinary human alchemist, is changing into that of a demon and a demon king.
It looks like a human on the outside, but each of its internal organs is becoming something of a completely different nature from that of a human.
The skin also darkens as if dyed in darkness, and the pupils of the pupils are split vertically like those of a beast.
The skull felt as if it would break on both sides, and then, on both sides of the head, rugged horns with an ominous appearance began to rise.
The count’s body changes.
However, more than the physical pain of being torn apart and replaced, the count suffered more mentally.
『———————!』
『—————————!!』
It feels like my brain is about to explode at the heartbreaking cry that echoes in my head.
It feels like my eyeballs are melting, and my brain is burning and sticking together.
‘Know. I know.’
‘Demon King, That you’re unfair, Because I know… !’
Count Meln’s reason reached a state of saturation with the memories and emotions of the opponent called the Demon King pouring in like a mighty torrent.
“Ugh… Kuh… Stop… Okay… I get it… !!”
“I know very well that you are not guilty of anything!”
“I know it well, I know it even if I don’t say it! I know!”
“So, for now, in moderation… !!”
Sweat pouring down from the whole body.
With such an appearance that parts of the body burst and blood gushed out.
The Count shouted in a hoarse voice towards himself and towards the ‘someone’ inside him.
Feelings of hatred and contempt clogging the throat, even breathing difficulties come.
The Count’s insignificant personality is about to be crushed at the gushing hatred towards the hero and mankind.
As I think of humanity, hatred and hatred well up in my throat and I feel like I’m about to break it.
Even if you gather all the hatred of mankind and make it like a flower bouquet, it seems that you will not be able to overcome the hatred of a single person called the Demon King.
The demon king hates warriors.
The demon king hates mankind.
His hatred and hatred, along with his memories, felt so valid that even as a count, he couldn’t even complain.
Full of hate
Full of hate
Full of hate
Now, I even thought that the existence of the demon king was created by stacking bricks named ‘hate’ one by one from head to toe.
To that extent, the demon lord’s hatred towards mankind is tremendous.
The more you absorb the fragments of the demon king, the more his memories flow into you.
The hatred that I thought would never grow any further grew more and more.
‘I know, I know… !’
‘At least you’re not the kind of demon that humans know!’
‘The truth is, at least you wanted a lot of people to be happy!’
‘I mean, I know… !!’
With a suffocating sound.
A heavy lump of blood poured out of the count’s mouth.
Yet, it will be a long time before this ritual is over…
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Here, let’s talk for a moment.
It could be said that the demon king who tried to destroy mankind about 400 years ago was actually quite different from what humans know today.
According to humankind today, demon kings are arrogant and self-righteous, and are said to be the worst beasts, demons, and disasters that even open the stomachs of human children alive and munching their entrails.
However.
Few people know about it now, though.
The existence called the Demon King was, in fact, neither arrogant nor self-righteous.
They didn’t even have a habit of eating human flesh.
He was a peace-loving pacifist.
The demons under him were also eager to keep the peace like the demon king.
At that time, the territory of the demons was not wide, but they were proficient in magic and magic, and developed excellent magic and magic tools that improved the quality of life.
Thanks to this, the country of the demons was able to enjoy a rich diet and a luxurious standard of living.
[■■■■] A small kingdom founded by demons.
The country whose name is no longer recorded in any record of mankind.
It was richer than any other country in the history of this continent, more prosperous than any other country,
It was clear that it was a happier place than any other country.
But.
If it hadn’t been for someone who was jealous of them.
TheyIf only I had known the ugliness of mankind a little more.
If so, I’m sure he wouldn’t have met such a miserable end.
He wouldn’t have bothered to vent his hatred on the Count.
Now, 400 years later, it’s useless to think about such things now…
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“Master, are you okay?”
The count suddenly came to his senses with a moment of surprise at the suddenly exposed face.
This is the garden of the mansion of the Marquis of Las.
In this place prepared for the ceremony, the Count is standing.
“… Is it over?”
The hate-filled voice that had blown away my consciousness several times before could no longer be heard.
The overload that came to the body, which had broken and exploded here and there in the count’s body, was no longer felt.
The ritual of absorbing the ‘Egg of the Demon King’ was completed safely.
‘… Something feels strange.’
‘My body, the feeling that it is not my body…’
Originally, even if it absorbed the fragments of the egg, it wouldn’t have caused such a violent reaction.
At first, it was merely an attempt to contaminate the count’s soul, and changes to the body were made within an acceptable range.
However, such a violent reaction, such as bursting here and there in the body, occurred only recently.
The ‘egg fragment’ has already absorbed a large portion of it.
However, when the few remaining fragments were absorbed, what kind of pain would come and what kind of change would come, Count Meln lightly guessed with his eyes narrowed.
“Congratulations. The ceremony has been completed safely.”
It was the original Mona who had asked the Count’s regards earlier, and who was congratulating the Count now.
She, who would have been imprisoned in the center of her ritual field, was freed by her copy after her ritual was over.
Still naked, she staggered towards the count and reached out her hand.
“… The horns have grown.”
“Right. Can’t you put this in?”
“Because horns are the symbol of the demons. It is not allowed to insert it, and if it is inconvenient, there is no choice but to use magic.”
Mona looked back at her copy of her own knowledge as if seeking her confirmation, and her copy nodded her head, confirming that she was right.
“Four horns… This shape… Ah… ♡”
Mona touched the earl’s antlers with her longing, wet eyes, and she was lost in deep emotion.
“Ah, ah, ah♡”
“Ahhh… ♡ My, my King… ♡ Ah… Aaaaa… ♡♡”
She has memories of the king she has.
Mona, soaked in the nostalgia of her memories for a moment, she knelt down at the feet of her count without anyone’s order, took off his shoes, kissed his feet, and began to serve.
She fawns in front of him, wiggling her luscious buttocks, whimpering and licking those feet.
Now she is so deeply thrilled by her impending revival of her own king that her body begins to move on its own.
It would be impossible for her to understand or imitate her as a copy who had merely received knowledge, magical power, and a portion of her memories.
Alas, the king will return soon.
Borrowing the body of a human called Devro Meln, he will return to this world again!
