Chapter 479: The Sixth Demon Princess
Having knocked Anthea back with one blow of his spiked club, Rockwell’s confidence surged.
He had long heard that the Second Generation Hero, Qin Chu, was accompanied by a large group of women with considerable strength, not inferior to the experts among Demon Beasts. But now, they seemed rather unimpressive.
These women’s bodies appeared so fragile and vulnerable in his eyes. He felt he could crush their small forms into meat paste with a single slap. How much combat power could such people possess?
Relying on these women to block his path was impossible. Today was the Hero’s death day.
Rockwell grew increasingly excited. Although his first attack was intercepted, he felt no disappointment at all. The roars from his throat grew louder with each wave, and the movements of his hands didn’t pause in the slightest. The spiked club smashed down towards Qin Chu once again.
“Armor of Adamantite.”
Just as the spiked club was about to smash Qin Chu into pieces again, Norma, beside him, quickly waved her magic staff.
A magic shield appeared directly in front of Qin Chu.
Clang.
Another muffled sound. The spiked club smashed directly onto the Armor of Adamantite.
The sturdy magic shield became exceptionally fragile at this moment. A dense layer of cracks immediately appeared on it. The instant the spiked club swung again, the magic shield was directly shattered.
But, taking advantage of this opportunity, Sylph immediately pulled the weakened Hero back rapidly, once again increasing the distance from the assassin.
Rockwell wanted to continue the pursuit, but Angelica’s figure blocked the Ogre’s path again.
Just as he forced Angelica back, Ekaterina’s crimson greatsword swung up, blocking Rockwell’s spiked club.
This situation annoyed Rockwell endlessly. He always felt his next attack was just about to crush the Hero, but each time he fell short by just a little bit. Each time, a woman would pop out to intercept his attack.
The glory of killing the Hero, the Demon King’s throne, was clearly right before his eyes, reachable with just an outstretched hand, yet he always missed it due to that tiny gap.
Before long, the two sides had exchanged dozens of rounds. It looked like Rockwell had the upper hand, but the distance to Qin Chu remained at that rather delicate degree throughout, neither far nor near.
Watching the Ogre’s spiked club clash violently with Ekaterina’s two-handed greatsword, piercing sounds accompanied dazzling sparks. Ekaterina’s crimson hair flew, and the churning Starflame Battle Qi on her body continuously released waves of heat.
Suppressing her explosive energy, forcefully restraining her strength to a level comparable to this Demon Beast, was definitely torture for Ekaterina, who loved unrestrained combat the most.
If this continued, the Crimson Valkyrie would definitely be unable to hold back from going berserk.
Qin Chu also felt it was about time. A little performance was enough; going overboard would arouse suspicion.
He nodded his head slightly twice. Beside him, Anthea let out a delicate cry from her cherry lips, brandished her long spear, and charged forward once more. The sharp spear tip, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, appeared before Rockwell in an instant.
Rockwell’s ugly face twisted slightly. The Crimson Valkyrie’s strength lived up to her name, able to fight him evenly. As expected of a member of the previous generation Hero Squad, a long-famous expert.
Entangled by Ekaterina, Rockwell’s reaction was slightly slow.
Seeing the spear tip coming, it was too late to dodge. Gritting his teeth, his large right hand brazenly grabbed towards the spear tip, actually attempting to seize the long spear in Anthea’s hand.
Tchi… Kapa!
Anthea’s spear accurately hit Rockwell’s palm. The scales covering the Ogre’s palm were comparable to the sturdiest metal armor. The collision with the spearhead actually produced a sound like metal grinding.
However, this time Anthea slightly increased her strength just a little. Although the scales were sturdy, they ultimately couldn’t withstand Anthea’s long spear and shattered with a kapa sound.
The spearhead instantly pierced through the Ogre’s palm.
Dark green blood dripped from the edge of his hand onto the ground.
At this moment, on Qin Chu’s other side, Violet, who had remained inactive, finally made her move.
True Word Mantra!
Accompanied by a soft murmur, the tip of her foot tapped lightly on the ground. Her body vanished from the spot with a shua sound, reappearing at Rockwell’s side.
In mid-air, a reinforced right leg instantly swept across.
Rockwell, having just blocked a round of attacks from Ekaterina, couldn’t react in time. Violet’s long leg slammed heavily onto the Ogre’s green, bald head.
Bang…
A dull thud.
Faintly, a strange cracking sound seemed audible. The Ogre’s body swayed violently. His skull had already been fractured, his brain almost completely chaotic. His tall body swayed uncontrollably.
This was with Violet deliberately holding back her strength; otherwise, that kick just now would have been enough to directly shatter Rockwell’s head.
The situation was not looking good. Rockwell could feel things developing in a bad direction. He seemed to have underestimated the women around the Hero after all. Rockwell wanted to escape, but his chaotic brain couldn’t control his large body at this moment.
Anthea took a step forward, flicked her spear free from Rockwell’s palm, then shot it out again at an even faster speed. With a puchi sound, it pierced straight through Rockwell’s throat.
A dark green bloody hole immediately appeared on his round neck.
Through the combined efforts of the three women, after a strenuous battle, they finally managed to kill this Ogre with great difficulty.
Each of them was panting heavily, looking quite exhausted.
Qin Chu looked even more relieved: “Anthea, Violet, Ekaterina, thank you so much.”
“Right now, my strength is completely depleted, almost exhausted. Without your protection, I might have really died here.”
He wasn’t lying either. The current Qin Chu was indeed depleted of strength, almost exhausted. But, his energy could recover, and the recovery speed would be fast enough to make these Demon Beasts despair.
…
Night enveloped the Imperial City of the Empire, making it seem even more tranquil.
A figure darted through the darkness.
Outwardly, it looked like a rather handsome and dashing noble young master.
However, judging from the occasionally strange, almost distorted postures revealed during the figure’s movements, this was clearly not human. He was more like a soft-bodied creature with a human appearance.
A strange, sinister smile hung on his face, like a devil, chilling to the bone at first glance.
His arm swung out, transforming directly into a long, snake-like object in the night sky, wrapping around a lamppost. His body swung through the air in a long curve, drifting forward.
His name was Miso.
He was a Tentacle-type Demon Beast with a level reaching eighty-two.
Tentacle-type Demon Beasts, as a rather important component of the entire Demon Beast race, held a fairly strong position among Demon Beasts, basically considered the nobility among them.
They were naturally endowed with considerable strength. Adult Tentacle-type Demon Beasts, even without deliberate cultivation, possessed combat power equivalent to a level 50 human warrior.
The Tentacle clan had always been the most loyal supporters of the Demon King.
Of course, they would also carefully select the next investment target, arranging the elite younger generation of the clan to be around the members most capable of becoming the next Demon King in advance.
Just like the former First Prince Diabolique, who had two Tentacle clan expert vassals. Unfortunately, those two experts perished together in the lava while hunting the Flame Witch Phil.
After Diabolique’s death, the Tentacle clan had to choose the next investment target.
With the First and Third Princes dead, and the Second Prince missing, there weren’t many candidates left among the Demon King’s children capable of competing for the throne. Logically, the Seventh Prince Lomond, who was currently in the limelight, should have been a fairly good investment target.
But the clan leader always felt this Lomond wasn’t very bright. Although he seemed to have accomplished many earth-shattering things recently, no matter how one looked at it, Lomond didn’t seem like such a smart guy, possessing only brute force and nothing else.
Originally, the clan leader wanted to bet on the First Princess.
But now, everything had changed.
Why can’t I become the Demon King?
Even knowing the number of competitors would be extremely exaggerated and the hope exceptionally slim, every being with some strength wanted to take a gamble.
What if?
What if I’m lucky and really become the Demon King?
Miso was one of the Demon Beasts with such thoughts.
Miso had also witnessed the scene of the Ogre Rockwell assassinating Qin Chu at noon.
An idiot with a big head but a brain the size of a walnut.
So many Demon Beasts infiltrated the human Imperial City, countless stronger than you. Everyone else was hiding in the shadows observing, not rushing to act. Only you, Rockwell, charged forward like a stupid pig. What was the result? Dead, right?
However, Rockwell’s sacrifice was somewhat useful. At least it allowed Miso to see through the Hero’s true strength.
The dignified Hero is nothing special.
Facing an attack from an Ogre, he actually showed such panic.
The renowned women around the Hero also displayed rather disappointing strength.
It actually took three women working together, especially with one being the Crimson Valkyrie, famous even among Demon Beasts, and they still took some effort to kill Rockwell.
Indeed, this is humanity.
A weak, treacherous, and despicable species.
It seems the legend of the Hero single-handedly killing the Second and Third Princes is pure nonsense.
This Hero doesn’t have that ability.
Most likely, that despicable Hero led a large group of experts to ambush the lone princes, then shamelessly took all the credit.
Humans love doing such shameless things.
What excited Miso even more were the words spoken by the Hero after the three women killed Rockwell. His strength was depleted? Almost exhausted?
It seemed the Hero had recently experienced something bad, leaving him currently without combat power. No wonder he acted so disgracefully when facing the assassination attempt.
Wasn’t this a golden opportunity to assassinate the Hero?
What difference was there between a powerless Hero and an ordinary person? With his own strength, wouldn’t it be easy to capture him?
Although the women around the Hero were somewhat troublesome, the biggest problem in Miso’s mind was no longer how to kill the Hero, but how to kill the Hero before other Demon Beasts did.
Then, evade the pursuit and interception of other Demon Beasts and safely deliver the Hero’s corpse to His Majesty the Demon King.
In Miso’s eyes, the Hero was already a dead man.
However, just before preparing to act, he suddenly received a special signal, forcing Miso to temporarily abandon his plan to immediately assassinate the Hero.
His figure continued to dart through the night. After a long while, a villa appeared before Miso.
This villa should have originally belonged to some noble among humans, but clearly, that noble no longer existed. Inside the villa, Miso could clearly sense some familiar and powerful auras.
This place had already become a Demon Beast nest.
After a brief hesitation, Miso finally pushed open the door and walked in. The hall, which should have been quite spacious, was packed with figures.
The instant Miso’s body entered the hall, countless pairs of eyes focused on him.
At a glance, including Miso, sixty-three Demon Beasts were gathered in the hall at this moment.
Of all the Demon Beasts in the entire territory above level 80, excluding the Demon King’s children, consorts, Demon Heavenly Kings, and Demon Generals, more than half had come.
Undoubtedly, these Demon Beasts, like Miso and Rockwell, were extremely covetous of the Demon King’s throne.
Although they were fellow Demon Beasts, at this moment, they were like mortal enemies who had killed fathers and stolen wives. A thick hostility intertwined in the air of the hall. Faint threatening roars could even be heard.
Although crowded, they still maintained a certain distance from each other. Clearly, everyone was worried whether their so-called companions nearby would suddenly stab them in the back.
Miso wouldn’t be surprised at all if a brutal and bloody slaughter suddenly erupted in this place.
It seemed quite a few fellow kin were targeting the Hero. Most likely, the vast majority planned to act tonight. Having their plans suddenly disrupted made most of them unhappy; the thick frustration could be clearly seen on the faces of these Demon Beasts.
Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from upstairs.
Shua! Instantly.
Sixty-three pairs of eyes simultaneously looked upstairs.
Only to see, at the turn of the stairs, a mass of azure blue, jelly-like substance wriggling slowly down the stairs.
Its bloated, round body, although shrunk as much as possible, still filled the entire stairwell.
A Slime?
The moment they saw this Slime, the sixty-three powerful Demon Beasts subconsciously sat up straight.
The King of the Slime race, one of the Seventeen Demon Generals, Kolkraff!
Although they were all beings above level 80, the strength of a Demon General far surpassed that of ordinary Demon Beasts like them. They possessed stranger, more terrifying talents, and more brutal, ruthless methods.
Even Lord Kolkraff has appeared. This is… troublesome.
Few felt they had a chance to snatch the Hero from Kolkraff’s hands.
Wait… it’s not just Kolkraff.
On the round, cushion-like head, a young girl with long azure blue hair lay quietly.
Her waterfall-like long hair spread over Kolkraff’s round body, like wearing a wig.
Her small face was charming and lovely, even slightly flushed, as if she had just spent a rather wonderful time with Demon General Kolkraff.
Her body, reclining diagonally on Kolkraff, displayed graceful and enchanting curves.
A pair of small bat-like wings behind her back flapped gently, and a slender, purplish-black tail ending in a heart shape playfully swung back and forth.
Instantly, the numerous Demon Beasts recognized the identity of this seemingly delicate and lovely girl. Their heads subconsciously lowered.
Some even broke out in a cold sweat.
This was the Sixth Demon Princess, Lilina!
A Succubus who, once targeted, might not even leave bone dregs behind!
