Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 776: Cursed Words

A jet of purple flames burst from the centre of the black cocoon, a large snout pushing through with the overly concerned voice of a red dragon.

"Asmodeus?! Did you die?"

"Are you stupid? Wouldn’t you notice I died even before I did."

"...Oh, right."

Valena pushed herself through the small crack, sending fissures across the black surfaces, shattering it completely. She fell with a ground-quaking thud and glanced at Nikolai, snorting flames with a haughty grin on her draconic maw.

"So, is it over now?"

"Eh?" Asmodeus’s eyes widened the moment she uttered those cursed words.

He couldn’t bring to mind the first time those words changed meaning; was it that familiar action movie he watched as a child? A dark, chilling horror when trying to woo a middle-aged mother of two with huge tits.

But Asmodeus truly believed in such a superstitious word.

The moment any character uttered it.

All hell would break loose.

"Damn it!"

Now thinking about it, why has it taken Serena, an existence that could match his strength in pure energy, so long to break through? ’Even if she met with an Arbiter....’ He knew several women had reached Rank Three next to her.’

"There’s no time!"

He curled his claw into a blade and stabbed his hand through the man’s chest without hesitation, the soft heat of his flesh and blood pouring from the wound.

Zazel’s eyes widened as he coughed and spluttered black blood from his thin lips, a true look of disbelief flashing across his pupils.

"W-What..."

However, Asmodeus didn’t bother speaking to the corpse; instead, he hopped back, spreading both palms towards him, gathering a large sphere of bloody fire. "Don’t hold it against me. I just don’t believe the first abyssal could be this weak."

Vwooom!

A mass of red light detonated from his hands, colliding with Zazel with a sharp bang.

The flash lasted several seconds.

Valena’s eyes narrowed, her pupils shrinking to thin slits.

"Is it ove—"

"AVOID IT!"

Asmodeus interrupted her cursed words, his shout laden with concern, as a white silhouette lacking facial features showed up beside the dragon’s head with its leg cocked.

Bang!

Before Valena could adjust, the figure smashed its foot into her face, shattering the beautiful scales across her jaw and sending the huge, fifteen metre long dragon flying like a piece of cotton in the wind.

The faceless man silently lowered its leg and faced Asmodeus.

’What an odd thing!’

Pure white, a body of flexible material that resembled the black hide that covered his flesh when in abyssal sovereign or his demon forms.

[What a benign situation, I hoped to draw you in and kill you with a single blow]

Different from the previous voice, as if before it was speaking like a child imitating an adult, now the naturally deep and baritone voice calmly spoke within Asmodeus’s mind.

"If you are the real Abyssal, then who is that?" Asmodeus pointed to the burnt husk, his chest torn open like a certain science fiction horror series.

[Oh? That’s just my previous form... before I ascended those inferior lifeforms.]

The white existence didn’t rush at Asmodeus.

He stood still, silently observing as Asmodeus did the same. Wherever the being looked, his skin tingled. As if thousands of sharp, tiny blades sliced across his flesh, creating the tiniest of wounds.

’Why does nothing ever follow the plan?!’ Asmodeus cursed.

[Well, you certainly exceeded my expectations... to think that amusingly broken woman would learn human emotion, kekekeke.]

"What do you plan to do from here?"

Asmodeus needed information, and to do that, he would pretend to be cautious. From just their energy levels, he could be certain this creature wasn’t overwhelmingly powerful. But one of his voices screamed at the back of his mind.

’Do Not Underestimate Enemies!’

While another grunted through clenched teeth.

’Always give your full power, even against a rabbit!’

His parallel thought helped him survive countless situations before, but one last voice came from the intellectual side of his mind, tasked with studying his memories and books he’d flipped through during rest time.

’Run.’

The contents shocked Asmodeus to the core.

His intelligent voice didn’t play jokes or have the same sense of humour as his other sides; he would coldly estimate and analyse the situation.

’Why, what’s wrong?!’ 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Asmodeus glared at the faceless horror, its movements almost human but resembling a mannequin being moved. ’Wait, moved...’ The moment the thought passed through his mind, he noticed the flicker of light reflecting off several wires.

[Oh, you noticed faster than I imagined! Hahaha, let’s enjoy this, Demon!]

The man’s body shot towards him like a coiled spring being released, throwing a punch.

Asmodeus pushed off the floor with both feet, flying back, two massive ethereal arms extended from his back, blocking the blow.

Thud!

The white being used the momentum to spin with a kick.

He stepped on the floor, propelled by the punch, allowing him to take enough distance to avoid the follow-up rotating kick. But the impact shattered one of the arms, leaving the other covered in cracks.

"You’re pretty brutal."

[Heh, no less than you...]

The shadow shook its arm, revealing dense cracks extending from its fist. Inside the white exoskeleton were countless writhing black threads.

’This thing isn’t the abyssal, neither was Zazel...’

[What’s wrong?]

Along with the question, the mannequin’s head tilted.

However, Asmodeus couldn’t afford to play along with its games; he needed to scan the area for the real Abyssal and hurry to the outside. His three pulsating hearts throbbed faster every second, countless daunting thoughts clouding his mind and judgment.

"Damn it."

He cursed on the stop, gathering his energy in his limbs.

"Since you want to fight, let’s fight."

The white mannequin instantly responded, darting forward with a lunging right uppercut aimed at Asmodeus’s chin. Blades of wind cut across Asmodeus’s cheeks as he leaned back, avoiding the blow by the breadth of a feather.

’Another, left and right.’

Woosh!

A swift jab followed from the left while the ethereal arm blocked the blow.

The force flung the mannequin back, but with a quick step, it threw a spinning elbow at Asmodeus’s right cheek. To avoid the blow, Asmodeus crossed his arms, absorbing the blow. He reeled back with light steps, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Not bad yourself."

Meanwhile, his attention stayed on the surroundings, where or what manipulated the threads, constantly sending his energy through the ground like small roots.

[Let’s get serious, I have to take care of some wily bitches out front.]

Asmodeus grit his teeth, but refused to fall for his baiting. To stop himself, he sank his teeth into his soft tongue, almost tearing it off to adjust his raging energies, forcing the furious tide of abyssal energy back into his abdomen.

"Sorry, those bitches have a free pass."

[???]

Woosh!

Asmodeus launched an assault, his right arm grabbed the mannequin, before smashing into its face with an explosive knee. The blow connected with an explosive crack, shattering the monster’s face like a piece of ceramic.

[You’re a damn monster with nothing but brute strength!]

The mannequin covered its broken face, revealing writhing threads covered in a strange, filthy slime which dripped from the wound like blood.

"Quiet, you sneaky little rat. Nothing but hiding in the dark like a bitch."

’This thing is so ugly...’

Once he broke the mask, the threads and wires holding it together twisted and curled, forming a pseudo eye, nose and mouth. Then finally, it spoke not from his mind but through the mannequin.

"Who are you cursing, ignorant child who knows nothing of the truth!"

"Heh, so that’s your true voice, it’s high-pitched and feminine, how embarrassing for you!"

"Worm!"

Asmodeus rushed forward to meet the mannequin, their fists flying wildly like beasts. The two traded a dozen blows, nothing like martial masters, more akin to brutal fighters willing to take ten blows to land one.

Their fists struck like meteors, each person blocked, dodged and endured.

Squeak!

Both of them slid across the floor, smoke hissing from their bodies.

’Strength is a little above a Rank three... but lacks any energy to support the body.’

After exchanging hundreds of blows, the mannequin’s body started crumbling. Each punch Asmodeus threw released shockwaves of destructive energy pulsing through the body held together with a few threads, destroying its use.

He sincerely wished to praise the creator; to fight at this level, it surpassed the majority of the lifeforms on this planet. However, when he fought the puppet for a prolonged exchange, the faults became apparent.

Without the source of energy to reinforce its blows, even if Asmodeus let it land a dozen on his current form, there would be little to no lasting damage.

The reason to fear the Abyssal beings was their ability to absorb other energies, and the immense boost Abyssal energy gave to one’s physical body.

"How about you come out now? I’m tired of playing with your dolls, woman."

"!!!"

Asmodeus curled his lips at the sight of the trembling mannequin, and along with that motion, a single thread buzzed with an immense amount of Abyssal energy. The thread led into the air, hidden behind the strange sky.

’Got’cha!’

In the sky, he finally noticed her existence.

A small, black arachnid with a petite humanoid form attached to the jet black spider body, with a massive red skull painted on the back.

She hid within layers and layers of webbing, but now there was the tiniest of gaps as the black webbing drooped, sizzling with a strange hiss.

That’s when their eyes met.

[Y...You, what have you done to my webbing?!]

"Don’t be so serious... You shouldn’t have slandered my wife. Now we’re even!"