The Demon King's First General-Chapter 205: Destruction Himself

A cunning personality was way more threatening than any kind of power. A phrase that Blackwell understood very well, and this was his first impression of the newly arrived individual.

He looked at the beastman and examined him from the tip of his elongated ears all the way down to those slender legs and his massive feet. Large red eyes similar to blood and thick fur almost as white as snow described the rabbit man’s appearance.

"Where is your king?" Blackwell stated without showing any response to the flattery.

He remained on guard as he found the rabbit’s ability somewhat annoying. Summoning a massive boulder almost as large as him out of nowhere simply showed how powerful he was. Even if it was a trick, he couldn’t deny his strength. Therefore, he chose to be wary of him.

"He’s in the king’s cave, waiting for your arrival," Sploot answered; the curl on the edges of his lips was still present.

"Bring him—" Blackwell was about to reply when he noticed a sudden movement from his back.

This made him pause and lower down his head. Seconds later, the soul devourer leaped down and gave each of the beastmen a glance. His appearance alone made Sploot furrow his brows.

’A human? No, I can’t be mistaken; he smells like a demon... Who is he? I didn’t sense his presence earlier... And even now,’ he pondered without averting his eyes from the individual.

Meanwhile, the minotaur failed to use his little brain and proceeded to mock the silver-haired man.

"A human? A human? In our territory? It’s been so long since I tasted human flesh," he couldn’t help but voice out his thoughts.

His eyes gleaming in excitement, and without wasting any moment, he charged towards the demon.

"Fool! Stop it!" Sploot shouted with annoyance.

He tried to lift his hand to cast a spell, but he was a little late in doing so. The minotaur reached the man’s position and was already in the process of striking him from above.

"Don’t worry, this will be painless," the bull said, followed by annoying laughter.

Without holding back his strength, he struck the hammer down. It created a loud vibration enough to send shockwaves in all directions; however, the minotaur’s eyes widened in surprise, and the grin on the edges of his mouth vanished upon seeing the man unscathed. He remained standing still while the hammer shattered after the collision.

"H-How?" the minotaur questioned, doubting the scene before his eyes.

He made a step backward while the numbness of his body failed to hide his fear.

"Hmnn, I felt no pain indeed," Zeno at long last broke down his silence.

He wiped his shoulders clean of rubble without averting his eyes from the bull. Afterward, his lips curled upward, forming a menacing smile. His intimidating gesture made the minotaur flinch and turn back. He sprinted away with his tail tucked between his legs towards the rabbit’s direction.

"No! Save me!" he pleaded, but Sploot remained motionless, which caused him to run farther until his silhouette vanished behind the shadows of the forest.

After the minotaur’s disappearance, Sploot let out a smile and took another vow.

"Greetings, may I know how I should address you, our guest?" he asked in a very polite manner, careful not to cause any unwanted trouble.

"Well, just a normal demon; you can call me Zeno," the soul devourer answered while stretching his arms upward.

"As far as I’m concerned, withstanding a minotaur’s strike unscathed and making him run for his life are not the capabilities of just any normal demon. Anyway, I thank you for sparing him," Sploot replied with a playful smile.

Upon hearing his answer, the silver-haired demon chuckled. Then, he tossed the jet-black dice upward.

"Who’s sparing whom?" he implied.

As soon as the dice fell on the palm of his hand, it spun, and a bow materialized when the surface with six white dots emanated light.

"That lump of flesh is quite fast," Zeno uttered.

The moment he pulled back the string, a jet-black arrow appeared between his fingertips.

"Run... Faster, farther... So that your death—" he paused for a second, aiming with a smile.

"Won’t taint my presence," he continued upon releasing the projectile.

The moment he saw this scene, Sploot crouched down and placed his hand on the ground. Several boulders emerged upward, blocking the arrow’s trajectory.

’Even though I hate that dumb idiot, I still can’t let a beastman die on my watch,’ Sploot thought, his eyes full of pride for the defense he made.

The thickness of the boulders could rival a dragon’s width, and five of them lined up to block the attack. At first, he believed that one was enough, but that demon’s unknown presence gave him a feeling of uneasiness, so he put in extra effort.

"Even our king could not pass the third boulder with a single strike; this is more than eno—" Sploot failed to finish his words as he found his mouth wide open from shock.

Accompanied by an ear-shattering explosion, the boulders crumbled. Debris scattered across the forest while smoke made of dust covered the entire area.

"Impossible, h-how?" Sploot murmured in astonishment and disbelief.

"They’re not sturdy enough to handle a giant’s flick." With the smoke as its veil, the demon’s voice reverberated, mocking the beastman’s capability.

As soon as the dust receded, the first image that came to the rabbit man’s view was the demon’s menacing smile.

’It’s not the Dragon of Destruction we should be wary of. This man...’ Sploot gulped, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

’Is the destruction himself,’ he said in his thoughts.

His face brimming with overwhelming confidence had now nothing but undeniable fear.

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’What the hell is wrong with that human? He’s insane!’ The minotaur thought while fleeing.

The ground trembled, footprints caved in, and the rough hum coming from his heavy breathing disturbed the calm silence of the forest.

Afterward, he came to a halt after hearing sudden laughter.

"You looked so terrified! It’s broad daylight! Why so fired up?" Words echoed across the leaves.

"This voice... Jack’al... It’s you," the minotaur murmured with annoyance.

Then, a short distance away from him, someone stepped out from behind the tree. A beastman with pointed ears, a long snout, and a pair of golden brown eyes made his appearance. His orange-colored fur was kept hidden inside a black coat.

"What’s the matter?" he asked, his words laced with curiosity.

"I’m quite disturbed seeing you troubled. Is there something wrong with our plan?" he added. This time, his tone shifted into uncertainty.

The minotaur shook his head as a response.

"No! No! There’s nothing to worry about! But..." He paused and contemplated how he would explain the silver-haired man’s existence.

However, several seconds had already passed, and still no words were coming out of his mouth, which caused the other beastman to ignite in fury.

"Speak! You know what I hated the most! Don’t keep me hanging! Otherwise, I’ll pull your worries straight away inside your head!" Jack’al shouted, his furrowed brows showing how annoyed he was.

"T-There... There’s..." The minotaur stuttered.

Admitting that he ran away from a human’s presence would shatter his pride. Thus, he chose not to mention the man’s existence.

"The Black Dragon of Destruction arrived and went on a rampage. We tried to stop him, but we’re nowhere near his strength. Sploot stepped forward to give us some time to run!" He lied; however, his eyes widened upon hearing the other beastman’s response.

"Then that’s better! We can proceed earlier!" Jack’al exclaimed in amusement.

He began walking towards the minotaur’s direction, and his hand reached for something behind his back.

"Here! Take it," he said while extending his hand to show a small bead.

The minotaur stared at Jack’al for a second before taking the ornament. Its crimson color reminded him of blood; its texture was so smooth and soft that if he exerted a little bit of force, it would shatter.

"What is this?" he asked as he returned his gaze back to the other beastman.

"It’s concentrated blood. Regarding its usage, you’ll know soon enough," Jack’al replied with a menacing smirk.

Then, he tapped the minotaur’s arm and nodded. Without waiting for the minotaur’s reply, he turned around and began to leave. He only made a few steps forward when a sudden explosion made him look back.

Soon after, blood and pieces of brain rained down while his eyes widened upon seeing the minotaur standing still with its head missing.

"What happened?" Jack’al exclaimed as he watched the headless corpse plummet to the ground.

The moment he recovered from shock, he looked around, searching for any clues on how the minotaur’s head exploded, and a short distance away from their location, he noticed a giant tree with a hole in its trunk.

To satisfy his curiosity, he went toward it and examined the damage; his head could fit in the hole, and it was not even the surprising part.

Jack’al looked inside, and his body trembled in fear. All the trees lining up in that direction had a similar hole on their trunks, while the boulders were destroyed into debris.

Then, he looked where the unknown projectile came from and noticed the same pattern.

"Is this even possible?" Jack’al mumbled with a tinge of doubt present in his voice.

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