Chapter 189: Blade Demon (36)

Mindless madmen, mindless killers, corpses bristling with spikes, frenzied slaughterers…

These were the evaluations other demons gave the Blade Demon.

To be described this way by a group of madmen, one could easily guess what kind of race the Blade Demon truly was.

Some spellcasters skilled in demonology possessed the ability to summon demons, and after bringing them to the mortal realm, they would use special rituals to control the demons' minds, forcing them to serve temporarily and attack others.

But no mage would ever wish to summon a Blade Demon.

Because the Blade Demon possessed extreme mental resilience, nearly immune to their control, and would launch indiscriminate attacks on everyone present.

Demons were inherently warlike.

Demons' souls constantly yearned for slaughter and death.

In fact, contrary to many people's impressions, demons preferred killing each other over causing chaos in the mortal realm.

Causing turmoil in the mortal world merely brought them spiritual pleasure and delight.

But killing their own kind granted tangible benefits.

Like angels, demons could absorb power from other members of their kind.

Kill an enemy, devour everything they possessed, then evolve once enough power had been accumulated.

Demon bloodline was a degenerated divine bloodline; every demon carried a faint trace of divinity within.

Their mutual slaughter concentrated this faint bloodline, and when the accumulated divinity reached a critical threshold, it enabled them to transform themselves.

Demon scholars called this—Evolution!

A demon could evolve into a completely different form.

A petite succubus could transform into a raging ape demon over ten meters tall, and vice versa.

Demons embodied ultimate chaos; their forms were inherently unstable, anything was possible.

Depending on their focus, their evolutionary paths differed.

The Blade Demon, however, abandoned all special abilities, quasi-magical powers, and innate talents, channeling all strength solely into slaughter.

Hard scales, razor-sharp blades, extreme mental resistance… all of it existed only for slaughter.

They were true war machines!

The Blade Demon was a killing madman among demons.

The extreme warlike among extreme warlike!

In the life of a Blade Demon, only one word ran through it all—Kill!

From the moment of birth, their existence was nothing but slaughter.

Kill Kill Kill!

Their preferred setting was a prolonged, large-scale battle; they would slaughter from the very beginning until the battle's end.

Only when no living creature remained would they stop, then seek out the next battlefield.

Even demon lords hesitated to recruit such mad creatures, at most controlling them and deploying them as secret weapons on the battlefield.

"Didn't expect to end up looking like a Blade Demon… which means… my demon body can now advance further?"

Herbert silently familiarized himself with the Blade Demon's abilities, performing intricate maneuvers beside the blood pool.

The Blade Demon was nothing like its outward appearance of stiff, sluggish motion.

On the contrary, every ability was exceptionally outstanding!

Joints were extraordinarily flexible, range of motion extremely wide; all blades failed to hinder its movement, instead enabling high-difficulty maneuvers impossible for humans.

This perfectly matched Herbert's need for agility.

Most outstanding of all was the hardness of the blades—when two blades lightly clashed, they erupted in blinding sparks.

It didn't resemble bone at all, but rather metal refined countless times and forged ten thousand times over!

After casually testing on a few demon worms and finding it unsatisfying, Herbert turned his gaze toward other demons in the distance.

"Heh."

He let out a cackling laugh and charged behind the three-meter-tall minotaur demon.

"Moo!!?"

Clang—

Amid flashes of blade-light, moments later, only shattered corpses and severed limbs remained on the ground.

"Minotaurs must die!"

Herbert declared with righteous indignation, then charged toward another minotaur demon.

"Hehehe!"

"Hey! That minotaur! Where are you running?!"

"Die, you bastard!!!"

…

In this one-sided, cathartic slaughter, Herbert's spirit as the Pure Love War God was greatly satisfied.

Satisfying.

Even after the Illusion vanished and his consciousness returned to reality, Herbert couldn't help nodding vigorously.

Combat—satisfying!

But he forgot what state he was in.

Herbert was resting on Valentina's chest; his constant nodding caused the back of his head to repeatedly strike it, sending ripples across her flesh.

"... Hm?"

Valentina, annoyed by the impacts, sighed with closed eyes, then reached out, flipped him over, and clutched his head tightly.

"Mmmmm!!?"

What are you suddenly doing?

Acting like a hooligan!!?

He struggled desperately for a full ten seconds, but there was no way to break free from this warm embrace.

With no choice, after his resistance proved fruitless he gave up, resignedly lying prone within this soft embrace.

Sigh!

Everyone saw it — I already resisted, but she won't let me go.

It's not that I wanted to do this — she made the first move, she's the one who insisted on treating me like this…

It's her, it's her, it's her!

After Valentina stopped squeezing so hard, Herbert slightly adjusted into a more comfortable position, not bothering to break free, and simply continued thinking within this land of tenderness.

"Now I should be able to transform part of my body into a Blade Demon — my physical combat ability has improved again…"

He had assumed that what he obtained from the Demon's Tear would be a mental-type ability, but unexpectedly, it was still physical in nature.

Perhaps this is his fate.

"But it's not entirely that — after gaining the Blade Demon ability, my mental resistance has also improved to a certain extent…"

At this moment, Herbert could feel his will as tough as a blade's edge, unshaken by any external thing.

Nothing could affect his will!

And just as Herbert believed this so firmly, he suddenly felt the Hungry Dragon Young Lady holding him shift slightly.

She's awake… wait!

"Eh? Why are you in my arms?"

Crap!

"I get it — you missed me too, didn't you!!?"

Valentina joyfully hugged Herbert and nuzzled him, then immediately started getting handsy.

Beginning bloodline purification now—

"Um, you…"

Just as Herbert was about to open his mouth to explain, his mouth was directly stuffed shut.

"Mm!?"

Wait — what did you use to stuff my mouth?

(End of chapter)