Chapter 164 – Chapter 164. This Witch Is Highly Rated by Bicorns (2)
The Demon King’s Army is a place where people who regard each other’s existence as enemies are gathered.
Faithful to their desire, they have been fighting endlessly every generation when the military is adjusted, and becoming an executive means that they are ‘survivors’ who survived to the end by winning such a desperate struggle.
But that is only a story of the time.
Those who experienced the executive positions of the previous generation, survived the fierce war, and rose to the position of the demon king in the new era were definitely there.
Commonly known as key executives.
The experience was recognized by the Vampire clan’s Thrach, and he was a key executive who reigned as one of the powerful forces of the Demon King’s army.
“Haha…”
After a fierce struggle with such a being. Margaret, who was struggling to breathe and stood up, immediately took the time to reorganize her body.
The clothes he was wearing were torn in the fierce battle, leaving only the cloak.
According to the rules of the Witches’ Association, the mask she was wearing was also removed, but the problem was that she didn’t have enough energy to put it back on.
He succeeded in tearing and crushing the opponent’s body using the plants he controlled, but the opponent was an immortal monster who would not die at that level.
Haha!! You are amazing, after all you are amazing!!”
Eventually, the body gushed out of the puddle of blood that filled the ground.
Amidst the sound of ridicule erupting from the mouth that was the first to materialize, Margaret started shooting vines at him while gritting her teeth.
But even that was swallowed up by the waves of blood that raged the moment the hand embodied in the veins of blood was swung.
-Quaaaaa!!
Eventually, the moment the attack hit him, it reacted to Margaret’s mana and swayed, causing the petals to gather together and block her path.
Conflict of direct attack and defense.
As Margaret, who clearly felt her strength, groaned, the slark, who had succeeded in regenerating her body, began to grab my head with her bony hand.
“This is so… You have severe anemia. I’ve used up a lot of the blood I’ve been accumulating all along in this short period of time.”
The turbid-colored eyes are directed at Margaret, who finally succeeded in defending herself and drooped.
Unlike herself, she doesn’t have any major scars, but in the first place, witches are a species that doesn’t have any regenerative powers at all.
Unlike himself, who can move until all his blood runs out, it will end the moment his stamina runs out or his concentration is disturbed.
In other words, such an inferior born person succeeded in pushing himself to this point even if he used the power of an ancient tribe.
“If I had to say that my body was broken to this extent, it was about two centuries ago when I directly competed with a hero… Whoop whoop, yes. At that time, I was also a novice. I tried to fight against the hero with only 50,000 strength.”
Vampires are a race that derives their power from serum concentrated from the blood they drank.
It can be said that the strength is determined by how much the serum can be accepted by the body.
If you say 50,000 people, it’s almost an army level.
Just by handling that level as an individual, he alone would be able to demonstrate the strength of a legion by himself.
“After that, I acknowledged my arrogant limitations and honed my capabilities to succeed in increasing the limit to 1 million people, but I never thought you would push me this hard against me.”
Eventually, his body completely regenerated, he grabbed the collar of his blood-cured suit and began to stare at Margaret with his eyes raised.
“Mr. Margaret. How many witches have you eaten?”
– Pudeuk!
Margaret tightens her chin and gathers her magic again.
The thorny vines pooled in her blood puddle split into hundreds of branches, and eventually began to shoot at a single point.
“… Anyway, rather than just blindly increasing the number, the quality is better for demonstrating power.”
Quadduk! The sound of a heart beating.
I wanted to see if the vines stuck in it would swell, but before that, the first priority was that the blood flowing from Srak’s body would eat away at the vines and take away their vitality.
In the battle to deal with the power of life, the side of the srak is slowly gaining the upper hand.
Unlike Margaret, who collapsed from exhaustion at any moment, the joy drawn on his face was gaining momentum.
“Rather than the blood of a million insignificant bugs, it is natural that taking the remains of hundreds of humans who inherited the power of the Ancients would be more efficient.”
Because I found out why her bicorn had her eyes turned to her.
Because the half-human, half-beast type demons have dramatically better senses than normal demons.
Wouldn’t it be understandable if it wasn’t an individual named Margaret that made him bewitched, but the remains of hundreds of witches who were sacrificed to mankind?
“But apart from the competence, I am curious. Where the hell did you get that much of a witch’s remains…”
Margaret’s body flinched and trembled.
Her eyes were covered with a mask, but her emotions were clearly visible.
“Did you even dig through the urn that the church kept?”
Srak, feeling amused by the sight, said mockingly.
“Have you really decided to accept the remains of your own people as your body, considering that even the power you awakened from becoming a witch is lacking?”
It was because he realized that a strong man who even acknowledged himself was a weak nature who couldn’t control his emotions even when he had an enemy in the end.
Because he was intoxicated with the awareness that he was superior to him.
“Do your underlings follow you even though they know that you have committed such an inhumane thing? To parasitize under you, who has great power?”
-Kugugung!
A vibrating sound overshadowed the successive provocations.
Along with him, the magical power that had been quietly controlled spread across the land, and soon a huge creature responded to Margaret’s call and appeared here.
“They are not subordinates.”
Margaret, carrying the gigantic figure on her back, said.
“All I lead are poor victims who are just living day by day trying to survive.”
Just like the vampire in front of me, accepting the remains of witches into my body was only for salvation.
To save those who are not welcome anywhere in the world and who cannot be saved.
“… That’s a weak mindset. To think that even after going through something like that, you would consider yourself a victim instead of an avenger.”
Its spirit is noble, but it was also considered pitiful by the standards of the demons.
If you have the power, you should use it.
Knowing how to suppress those who have tormented you and rule over them is truly the power that the strong should enjoy, but with that power, you can only lead the weak and find a hiding place.
“As expected, that power is too much for humans.”
At first, he intended to persuade and conciliate such a heart, but as the battle continued, thirst was running down his throat.
He has eaten witches a few times, but in the end, the ability that he was born with was not enough to stimulate Thrach’s satisfaction.
He is a human who maintains his body and mind even after accepting the power of hundreds of people in such a yard. Wouldn’t he be mouth-watering prey?
“As expected, you should eat it right here.”
Bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs.
Facing it, Margaret took a deep breath and prepared to command the gigantic creature rising from behind her.
“… That’s a good idea.”
It is a group of plants, and it is safe to call it a gigantic creature in itself.
At the end of the body, which was made of countless stems, there was what could be called a huge mouth.
“No matter how immortal monsters are, as long as the total amount is fixed, their regenerative power will be useless if they are digested alive.”
And countless man-eating plants that exist inside the hole.
The mouth of the being, which in itself could be considered a demon’s hell, began to aim at the place where her staff extended.
“Eat it, Nependeath.”
Nependeath.
A garden of cannibals that brings death to all it encounters.
-Kiyaaaaa!!!
Faced with the roaring sound that erupted from his gaping mouth, the srak threw off the silk hat he was wearing on his head and began to smile deeply.
“Certainly, this would be a bit risky for me too.”
A cannibal monster created by exerting the power of hundreds of witches with all their might. Whether it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people who were shoved into their mouths, they would devour everything.
If you were in perfect condition, you would have to be prepared to be digested if you were caught with a body exhausted from the previous battles.
Her ability to prepare such a trump card while fighting herself was truly surprising to Thrach.
“But even so, a monster that uses human cognitive abilities!!”
Eventually, the moment when the huge mouth hit the ground.
After disintegrating his own body to avoid being directly hit by the attack, Thrach reconstructed his separated body and started charging towards Margaret.
Although one arm’s worth of alter egos had disappeared entirely, it would surely be a cheap price to cheat a monster of this caliber.
“Keugh!!”
“Even if you noticed, it’s already too late!”
To stop the movement, she made the stems rise, but without accumulating her power, she would not be able to stop herself with improvised techniques.
Eventually, Thrach, who managed to close the distance by tearing off the protective shield, began to smile cruelly as he raised her claws to slit her throat.
‘This body is mine now!’
Never seen before.
To crumple the most valuable prey into my mouth.
– Awesome!
As if blocking that certainty, the moment the barrier they were in began to split.
That meant interference from the outside, but Srak felt no qualms about it.
‘It looks like my master is in danger, so the small puppies come at me, but that shouldn’t be a big deal!’
No matter how much a witch fights, if she doesn’t have the strength of the person in front of her, in the end she’ll be like a lantern in front of the wind.
If there are any that rush at me, I will cut off their necks and quench their thirst with the blood flowing from their bodies.
“Oohhh!”
The moment he didn’t stop charging while demonstrating such confidence, before long, something that came from between the cracked barriers began to rush towards him.
Witch’s trick?
No, it’s different. This is a rushing attack with absurd physical power for a mere witch to unleash.
It was a power that could not be demonstrated without the mobility unique to the Centaur family and tremendous power.
“… A bicorn?”
By the time he realized that, his fist had already hit his head.
-Kwaaaaang!!!
The moment when an unbelievable noise of fists colliding erupted from Srak’s face.
Thrach, who was pushed back by the attack and flew to the other side, let out his roar as he straightened the crushed and twisted bones of his face.
“Ah! Bicorn!! What are you doing!!”
Yeah, he was definitely a bicorn who came here with him.
The barrier that imprisoned him should have been released after the fierce battle before, but no matter how much he escaped from the barrier, he was targeting himself, not the opponent who rejected the demon king’s offer of acquisition!
“What are you doing? Are you asking because you don’t know that?”
The bicorn tore open the barrier and raised its fist at the scream of the srak.
His face, which always had a calm expression, was much more severely contorted than when he was standing on the battlefield and slaughtering humans.
Maybe in order to eat that woman like himself?
“I’ve seen the most attractive woman in my life try to be eaten by you, but how can I stand by!?”
No, for a completely different reason.
The reason why he always heard it from his side, and it was not like a poem and it was pitiful that it ended with respect for his taste.
“What, what!? Just for that reason…?”
“That’s not the only reason! Thousands of people experienced in the body of an individual! Or more!! That’s the slut that each person poked hundreds of times! This kind of thing is hard to find even among dreamers, and it is a rare treasure in this world!”
“Hey dog… !!”
It’s been awhile since I want to scream at the absurd words.
Sensing the murderous intent behind him, Thrach twisted his head as Nependeath surged up from the ground and swallowed him.
Cooing, cooing. The moment when countless man-eating plants gnaw away limbs and organs from the inside.
“Aagh! You fucking bacon!!”
A shriek, letting go of even the gentlemanly demeanor up until now.
But Bicorn didn’t take even that seriously and just turned away from his seat with his arms crossed.
A longevity servant who survived centuries of war, and a key executive in the Demon King’s Army.
And since the end of Srark, who longed for the ancient people and honed their powers, was so empty and miserable…
“… Why did you betray him?”
While Nependeath was devouring the slag, Margaret, who had corrected her posture again, showed her wariness toward the bicorn that appeared in front of her.
Bicorn said to Margaret.
“What is the reason for love?”
“… Love?”
“Yes, now I am in love more than ever!”
Bicorn nodded confidently.
That way, he didn’t feel any objection to his actions.
In the first place, the position of executive was also inherited without hesitation because he represented the clan, and the reason why he did not pretend to be with other executives of the Demon King’s Army was because there was simply no reason to do so.
Even so, the reason he came out at this moment was because of the demon’s instinct.
From their point of view, who choose to live and die on desire, fulfilling the desires they have developed was considered a priority above all else.
If there was a mistake that Srach had, it was that he regarded the enthusiasm of the always calm Bicorn as nothing more than a bizarre personality.
“It was love at first sight. Will you please marry me?”
The moment when an executive of the Demon King’s Army, who had always accepted the situation calmly, became faithful to his desire for the first time, even preparing to betray the army.
After hearing that confession, Margaret stared blankly at By-Con, and then closed her eyes and replied.
“… It’s so sudden, by the way, can I put the offer on hold?”
“I will wait for you. Please think slowly and answer me.”
Despite betraying her comrades, the smile painted on her face would surely be called gentlemanly.
