Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 754: Faceless Monsters
Asmodeus bit the tip of his tongue, calming himself as another digital panel appeared in his vision. He glanced up at the text before looking back at Funf, who watched him with a twisted grin that distorted her pretty face.
[Arena Vote!]
[Reduce Difficulty - 3,200 Credits]
[Increase Difficulty - 10,000 Credits]
[Minimum Bet = 100!]
’Forget it... There’s no chance of me betting against the entire hall split 70:30.’
He ground his teeth, wanting to tear her face off.
However, the Arbiter wouldn’t let things end so easily. All he could do was wait for the right moment. He didn’t remove his gaze from Brando for a second, knowing that the moment he contacted Velvet and prepared to take action, he would be opening the gates of hell.
’That existence below, and Grundig.’
’Not to mention this slut, who keeps trying to get my attention.’
Asmodeus closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his mind against the constant mental attack she launched. He could resist most of her illusions and seductions, but eventually these attacks whittled down his defences.
"Now, now ~ don’t look at me like that, it’s all part of the game!"
’Disgusting.’
Each and every word oozed a sickening charm.
And yet he couldn’t help but keep watching. He found Funf’s attempts to gain his attention quite endearing.
With a grunt, he focused back on the Arena with his fingertips hovering over the betting menu. He quite liked this event because it gave him the chance to earn back the money spent saving the elven slaves.
’Nerim, there won’t be long now. I am counting on you to follow me immediately.’
’Once I give the signal, Velvet and our backup will take at least ten minutes.’
’It’ll be a battle of endurance.’
[Understood.]
"Well, let’s see how you manage to survive this fight. Brando." Asmodeus curled his lips when he saw the enemies he would face on the interface.
[100 Elite War Orcs]
Asmodeus snorted at the idea of elite war orcs; an orc was just an orc.
But.
He also understood the difference between himself and Brando. A full demon wouldn’t fear those that fought without understanding demonic energy, but Brando could barely qualify as a quarter demon; his brothers even less than that.
Thus, with a calm gaze, he watched.
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"Haa.... Haa...."
Brando’s muscles burned; he tried to adjust his posture, but the movement sent a sharp wave of pain down his left leg.
"Zagrief, brothers, how many are left?!"
The enemies stood at only two metres, but they knew tactics and how to fight and kill humans.
Once their attempt to net the leader and kill him failed, Brando switched to a defensive battle, forming a weak wall using his earth magic and the sand.
"Boss... only three!"
A hoarse voice replied.
The wounded Zagrief held his right arm.
The orcs rushed them on wargs and forced him to sacrifice his body to save two allies. As he turned away, a sabre cleaved through his armour, leaving a massive gash from wrist to his neck.
’Three?!’
"Damn it, are they dead?"
His question echoed in the makeshift fortress, but no answer came. He glanced away from the war orcs and channelled the demonic breathing technique. After killing just over half of the orcs, they started using bows and rocks.
"Zagrief, can you regenerate if I gain you some time?"
"Of course, boss!"
Brando nodded and gripped his crossbow. "Take everyone and pull back to the second wall. I will buy time for your bodies to recover." He curled his lips, but the blood on his face made the smile transform into an ugly smirk.
With each movement, his muscles pulsed with a repeated pain.
But somehow, he didn’t want to give in or ask for help. Brando learned a lot about himself during these deadly fights and sleepless nights without Martha.
"Make sure you come save my ass in ten minutes, okay?"
While speaking, he used a dirty cloth to tie several round objects together, and with the snap of his fingers, a little flame ignited the cloth.
"B-Boss?!"
The big boss didn’t turn back, ignoring Zagrief. He peeked over the wall and gripped the cloth tightly. "Heh, you fuckers! Take this!" Before they started shooting, he tossed the bundle of explosive arrow tips.
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2
1
BOOM! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
The moment they exploded, he rushed towards the small tower and pushed his hands against the wall.
"Come on!"
A slow, painful surge of cooling energy flowed from his abdomen. The energy slithered like a snake, from his stomach to his lungs, through and around his lungs, boosting his breathing, before Brando felt the demonic earth energy flow into the wall.
’Wait for it... I can’t mess this up.’
He knew his mana was low; there wouldn’t be a second chance this time. Brando watched as the fire faded. He smiled at the orc corpses, but that smile faded quickly as the remaining twenty rushed for the walls.
"COLLAPSE!"
With his urging, a single crack appeared on the walls he’d built from hardened sand. The crack rapidly spread like shattered glass. He braced for impact as the countless fissures formed, and the walls crumbled with the loudest bang.
Shudder!
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Brando leaned with his back against the half-destroyed tower while wheezing, his right arm bleeding, and dozens of arrows piercing the walls around him.
’Surely it’s been ten minutes, right?’
After the wall fell, he lost consciousness for a moment, only to wake up to orcs rushing towards him with their crude bows and massive curved blades.
Exhausted and wounded, Brando couldn’t escape them.
"Can we win?"
In a moment of clarity, Brando spoke his mind, hoping to hear a response from his source of hope.
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Meanwhile, outside, Asmodeus almost pressed the button, which would cost him 100,000 credits to enter the Arena himself.
But something changed.
"Come on, baldies!"
"Fight on, don’t lose to those orcs!"
"I bet 10k on you all! FIGHT ON!"
Voices in the upper crowd, from the normal people without a VIP pass, began to change their side, cheering for the ten bronze bald men after seeing their intense resistance.
Even the confident Funf on the stage watched the Arena with a strange atmosphere, her hands clenched each time one of the blue warriors avoided death.
’Two won’t survive, but the others...’
He curled his lips and watched as the man named Zagrief kept his word, not just helping the others heal but also preparing a method of attack.
Asmodeus couldn’t help but want to steal this talent. The bald male held a light shield and spear, also removing his leather armour and any heavy armaments. Because thanks to Brando, the orcs tossed their bows after the walls collapsed.
’They probably lack the stamina to fight a long battle.’
The next moment, five half-naked men with spears dashed towards a group of ten orcs. As they approached, the group began to scream and shout as if on cue.
"Buhi?!"
"Buhuhu!"
Immediately, the orcs aiming to kill Brando turned to face Zagrief and his five light warriors.
The image on the crystal was gripping, yet Asmodeus shifted his gaze to the corpses. He narrowed his gaze, squinting to see what it was.
A small black slime slithered from the ground.
It undulated.
Then transformed into a huge mouth, and devoured the orcs corpse.
"What the hell?!" He shouted in his booth.
The next moment he glared at Funf filled with rage.
Something was wrong!
The monster eating the orcs wasn’t normal!
’That’s not a monster!’
Suddenly, the orcs also noticed the strange growing slimes that began to appear from each corpse. The eerie way they twisted and coiled around, before lunging with a massive mouth filled with long, curved teeth.
As the monsters finished devouring an orc’s corpse, their figures started to congeal into ink-black slimes shaped like orcs.
Without even thinking, Asmodeus sent a quick message to Velvet and Nerim; there wasn’t any time to waste. No matter how much power he helped Brando gain, there was zero chance they could survive against an Abyssal fiend!
The moment the cold button clicked Asmodeus looked at Funf.
"Oh~ if looks could kill, I’d be so dead right now." She teased.
But he didn’t respond. As a blue light overlapped his body, he simply flipped her off, and just like that 100,000 credits vanished.
Asmodeus found the feeling of teleporting from the seat into the Arena felt strange. It reminded him of when he used to dive under the surface when in the bath, and try to hold his breath while playing with his toy ducks.
Sound distorted.
He could hear the movements of his body, yet anything else seemed distant.
When he tried to open his eyes, a sharp, stinging pain assaulted him, much like the annoying cheap mint shampoo his father chose.
His body rotated several times, then he finally felt something pulling him away like a hand gripping him.
The pull lasted a few seconds, before a sharp, prickling heat assaulted his skin.
"Phew."
"W-Who the hell are you?!" Zagrief stuttered as Asmodeus appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.
"Your Boss’s Boss."
"???"
Asmodeus didn’t have time to play with the bald squad. He turned his attention towards the tower instead where he watched the swaying slime creatures with a serious gaze.
"Despite devouring close to a hundred orcs, only five things formed?"
Twenty orcs for one abyssal slime.
’Will each of their strengths be worth twenty orcs?’ He thought this at first, but then one of them moved, and its jelly arms twisted, forming a sharp lance revealing the aura contained inside.
’No, that’s not right because I can sense they’re all at the peak of Rank Two!’
He noticed Brando holding a weapon, stood beside him as if ready to fight, but Asmodeus slapped his cheek and smiled playfully revealing his fangs.
"Brando, take your boys and pull back; these things are beyond you guys."
"B-Boss?"
"Don’t give me that look, these things are as strong as Velvet." He paused for a moment. "So, take a rest, you did well."
He could see the resilience in Brando’s furrowed brows, but Asmodeus could only shake his head, and snap his fingers creating a dozen magical circles in the air. At this sight, Brando finally noticed the seriousness, and swallowed his spit, before pulling back.
"You understand, right?"
Asmodeus returned his full focus to the faceless slimes.
All four parts of his mind prepared for combat as he adjusted the element of each magic circle to summon a different type of magical lance.
"Phew, forgive me. Now, shall we get down to business?"
The faceless monstrosities just jiggled, their limbs transforming to various weapons as they focused on Asmodeus alone.
’Somehow, this feels like a trap.’
"But, like I give a damn, Kekekekeke, die!"
