Chapter 447
Chapter 447. The Moment of Despair
With a squishy and gruesome sound, my arm begins to regenerate.
It’s been a while since I pulled out this “wound” itself and pressed it against my opponent. In fact, the sword that the Sword Saint was about to use flew out of his hand.
“What…!?”
Body fluids gushed out from the gaps in the gauntlets, and my arm bent in a way that shouldn’t be possible. He probably couldn’t comprehend what was happening, right?
Suddenly having your arm fall off like that…
There’s no way he’d understand it at first glance…
“Gah…! What in the world is this…!?”
“Kukuku… This is the strongest bloodline magic passed down in my Reiju Tribe—”
I took a brief pause,
“—[Teleportation Spell]!!”
Ah, even when I strike a cool pose, he can’t see it because of the mask.
““[Teleportation Spell]…!?””
But even without a cool pose, the impact on the Royal Guards was enormous.
Well, of course they’d listen when a strong foe stops fighting and starts explaining while showing off. They’d want to know my inner workings, and they’d likely be looking to regroup.
Alright then, I’ll teach them thoroughly!!
“Indeed! With this Teleportation Spell, the Reiju Tribe can swap their wounds and ailments with those of the target. In other words, I can force my injuries onto my opponent…!”
““W-what did you say…!?””
“It’s like a dark healing technique. While it requires a sacrifice for the wounds to be imposed, making it less practical compared to the miracles of light—on the flip side, it can be repurposed for attacks like this!”
I slashed my own hand with the blade, then randomly inflicted that wound onto a nearby Royal Guard.
“[Teleportation!]”
“Gah… Gwaaaahhh!”
Suddenly, blood poured from his hand, and the Royal Guard dropped his sword, screaming in shock.
It’s not that serious of a wound, stop being so dramatic!
That said, their armor is quite high quality. It has a substantial magical resistance, which is a pain. Even that previous Sword Saint had nearly zero magic resistance himself, yet his armor’s wards easily dispelled Antendeixis’s forbidden magic.
‘It was merely a matter of speed and not enough power. I can’t let it happen like that again.’
Antendeixis seemed a bit miffed.
Meanwhile, while we were feeling quite relaxed, the Royal Guards were anxious.
“Y-you can’t be serious…! Such dark witchcraft…!?”
“That’s utterly unbeatable…!!”
“Exactly. The Reiju Tribe is the strongest in the Demon Lord Kingdom… Especially in a battlefield filled with magic-weaklings like you lot, we’re literally unbeatable!!”
I forced a smug laugh out.
“By the way, it’s not just my own wounds that can be transferred; I can also swap the wounds of others to a completely different third party. My clan excels in the breeding of humans, and by readily preparing numerous humans, we take care of the Demon Race’s healing…”
“Breeding… humans, you say…!?”
“Meaning… that is…!?”
It stirred some anger even in the Imperial Army, who had been trembling with fear at my words.
“Kukuku… Yes! The humans dedicate their lives for our Demon Race. It’s an appropriate role for a weak species like you!”
“…!!”
“The Reiju Tribe warriors, as long as they don’t die instantly, return to a perfect state in an instant and can impose any wounds or ailments onto the enemy. Among them, I am the strongest demon, bearing the blood of the Demon Lord. Thus, I can fight against legions all by myself. After all, even if I get a few scratches, I can just pass them on to the enemy! The healthier the enemy, the better…!”
Kukuku…!
“However… I can only impose wounds and afflicted areas. Toxins remain inside my body, so annoying traps like poison or filthy water would give me trouble! Well, it’s probably all you weaklings have left as tricks! How pathetic! Hahaha…!!”
Poisons are effective!!
So let’s use them aggressively!!!
Worst case, slather some poop on the blade, and we’re good!!!
“Now…! You all understand the strength of the Demon Race, right? And just how I stand out as a warrior, distinct from you all!”
I guess that was enough explanation.
“[—My name is Zilbagias. The 7th Prince of the Demon Lord Kingdom!!]”
I slammed my spear into the ground and introduced myself again.
“[I bring despair and destruction to my enemies—!!]”
Sorry, Imperial Army.
You’re not really my enemies.
You’re just fodder for me to destroy my true enemies.
“All I desire is the king’s head!! [Now kneel, you wretched fools!!]”
I spread curses. The Royal Guards seemed significantly disheartened by my display of the Teleportation Spell. With their magical armor, and with a higher magic level than usual humans, their fear would leave them vulnerable to the dark magical power.
My curses shattered their magical resistance like wet paper, and I started to invade their minds.
“Get out of the way! I have no use for trash anymore!!”
I mowed them down with my spear as I advanced.
As far as I’m concerned, I’ve spread the terror of the Demon Race and shared the minimal information I wanted! Now I just need to finish off the Emperor!
Alright, I can see the Emperor’s gaudy, ostentatious carriage! …It looks like they’re in a hurry to hitch the horses and escape, but the carriage is too big, so they’re struggling.
“Not on my watch! [Go into a frenzy!!]”
I unleashed a curse. Being that we were at a distance, it was diminished, but this much is enough to make the horses go wild. Suddenly transformed into a stampede, the confused stable hands couldn’t handle them anymore.
“—Your Majesty! Step back, it’s dangerous!”
“Damn it, get out of my way! I can’t see the battlefield!”
After breaking through the Royal Guards, I heard arguing come from what looked like the balcony on the second floor of the carriage.
A well-dressed man with makeup casually stuck his head out.
—Our eyes met.
This guy’s wearing a crown.
“What…!? Could it be, that’s the Prince of the Demon Lord!?”
“You, speaking to me, are you the leader of these weaklings? You seem much worse than I expected.”
“Wha—! Someone, behead this insolent fool! There’s no need to take him alive!!”
…Take me alive?
Are you really saying that? I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was a dry laugh, not quite the full-on explosion that laughter usually is.
“What’s so funny, barbarian!”
“Hmph. Tell me, where is the one who can take my head?”
I dramatically pointed around, and the idiot who seemed like the Emperor finally noticed how his Royal Guards were faring.
Blood-stained armor laid scattered around, corpses that couldn’t even be called dead; the Sword Saint twisted in agony with a severed arm from my curse, others knocked unconscious, and cowards trembling before me.
“Wha…”
Speechless.
“[My name is Zilbagias. The 7th Prince of the Demon Lord Kingdom.]”
I slammed down my overwhelming magical power.
“[This is your demise. Hand over your head quietly!!]”
Let’s wrap this up quickly. I charged at him with my spear in hand.
“Uwaah! D-don’t come any closer, [Let there be light!]”
The Emperor backed away in pale fear. Whoa, he’s using the Holy Silver Spell. He set up a barrier of divine magic to defend himself.
…He used the Holy Silver Spell.
He used the Holy Silver Spell, even though he’s got the light of demon-destroying magic within him.
What a disgrace!!
“Are you also of the lineage of heroes!!??”
I kicked off the ground and leaped. I landed on the second-floor balcony of the carriage.
“Hii—”
The Emperor stumbled as he tried to retreat, but he was so flustered that he couldn’t do it properly. His feet kicked desperately, and it spread right to his groin.
I felt a wave of pity for him, it was just that pathetic.
For this… for this guy!!
“I want to say that you’re not worth taking down, but… a general’s head is still a general’s head.”
I growled.
“—Die! And become one of my achievements—!!”
As the Emperor screamed and covered his face, I raised my blade, and then—
“[I hereby declare a holy war!]”
A dignified voice resonated across the battlefield.
“[Absolute Defense Zone!!]”
An explosion of magical power.
A dazzling silver light.
Soared into the heavens—
Spreading wide.
A mystical power, glittering like a starry sky…!
A dome-shaped, extremely powerful barrier confined me to this ground.
“…Impossible.”
I muttered in bewilderment.
Why? This can’t be real…!
Because… the Third Arun Ship should have already set sail! Why!?
—At the base of the beacon of light piercing the heavens stood a figure.
“Demon kind… I won’t allow you to have your way any longer!!”
A beautiful young man, glowing with brilliant silver light in his left eye, wielded paired swords, flanked by heroes and priests—
Arthur, Bishop Lexar, and the Vampire Hunters were present.
On the battlefield.
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“Next time, let’s settle this at night, Arthur.”
――Hero Alexander, in the city of Gra.
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