Chapter 501 Unfair Odds
CRACK! CRACK! Demogorgan stood as small as a human. He is a monstrosity with two baboon heads, a long snake tail, and four tentacles for arms. His legs are those of a goat, and the deep growl of his breaths can be heard from meters away.
^I'm down to one-third, no, one-quarter of my power.^ He growled, lifting his hand up and opening a small portal. ^Human souls, that's the fastest way to regain my power. Damn you, you be damned to the infinite abyss, Cain Lisworth. The horror that never dies,^
Grunting, the crumbling demon lord stepped back into the mortal world, taking a deep breath of its clear air. "I can smell them, humans! women! Children, fresh souls everywhere. This is truly a feast fit for a lord." He laughed.
"You're ugly, did anyone tell you?" Zephyr sighed, staring at him from a tree. Her eyes burned with a green flame.
Demogorgan stopped laughing, staring at her, "Great wind spirit Zephyr, I heard of you, the same way your kind hear of us demon lords." He smiled, "You'll make a fine main dish,"
She laughed, "I know we fey might seem lazy, but if not for our presence, your kind would be crawling into this world like maggots on a corpse." She started floating, "Begone, a demon that crawls in the abyss. This my land,"
TAP! TAP! A finger tapped Demogorgan's back, "Hey, Zephyr." The white-haired and blue-eyed man asked. "Do you know this ape-face,"
"Get your hand off me, ant," Demogorgan growled.
"Hehe," Zephyr laughed, "I knew you'd show up, but leave this to me,"
Demogorgan grunted, Gojo kept tapping his shoulder with one finger even though he asked him to stop.
SWOSH! In the blink of an eye, the demon lord swung his tentacle arm, smacking Gojo in the face and exploding the area in a burst of compressed water.
"A mere human," Demogorgan laughed, "Wind spirit, what did you even think this man could take off your hands?"
Cough! Cough! Gojo waved the water away with his hand, annoyed, "Did you just puke at me? Was that supposed to do anything?" Gojo stared at Demogorgan.
^I hit him with enough power to kill five humans. I have to preserve my power to fight the wind spirit and escape if Cain shows up again, but it is sure to kill this human.^
"Why aren't you dead?" Demogorgan growled.
"Why? Cause I'm breathing? My heart is beating and I'm sure I'm not an undead," Gojo replied. He then pointed at Demogorgan's heads.
"Zephyr, this isn't some random ugly race I don't know off, right?" Gojo asked with a puzzled face, "He looks humanoid enough and smells of the same magic of the tieflings,"
"I'm a demon lord, ignorant," Demogorgan growled.
"AH! Is that so? Sorry, I never heard of a tiefling ruling a nearby city," Gojo bowed.
"He isn't," Zephyr stared at them with a smile, "He's the demon lord Demogorgan, one of the rules of the abyss, albeit of the higher layers." She giggled, "He's an outsider of the mortal world, and seeks to devour all the human souls in the city."
"Oh!" Gojo smiled as if he realized something, "So, he's a threat to deal with," CRACK! With one hand, he grabbed Demogorgan's right face.
The demon lord grunted, offended. He tried to pull his face from Gojo's hand but then realized. ^His grip is tight.^
CRACK! Gojo kicked Demogorgan in the guts, twisting his insides and sending him flying away from Alina with a blast.
^That wasn't a human kick.^ Demogorgan puked green blood, his body rolling across the clouds.
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DING! Alcott pointed his sword down, looking around at the countless demons surrounding him. "It's like I'm on a battlefield, all alone against an army," He mumbled.
"Cause you are!" The demon general. Gatora shouted with an exhausted breath. He lifted his hand, "Cut him to pieces,"
Alcott swung his sword, cutting each demon that got close with a calm face. ^He isn't trying to get close but runs away each time I try approaching him.^ He smiled. ^That's the right way to deal with a fighter.^
Since fighters are strong and durable, it's usually hard to beat them in close-quarter combat. Due to their speed, dodging magic is a simple task as well.
The simplest way to deal with a fighter was to exhaust them with sheer numbers, and slowly carve onto their stamina till they drop down. This demon general, Gatora, did just that by conjuring countless demon shadows to fight Alcott as he waited for a good chance to finish him off.
^Even one of those demons would cause havoc outside the abyss, they aren't the kind of monsters humans should be facing,^ Alcott thought, swinging his blade and cutting two demons at the same time, ^I can't keep doing this forever. I will sooner or later lose to exhaustion.^
Thud! Alcott lunged at Gatora, trying to slice him and end the fight, but the demon just disappeared.
^He dodged? No, I cut something.^ Alcott looked down, seeing the disintegrating corpse of one of the demonic shadows. ^Did he switch places with it at the last moment?^
"You can't kill me, human!" Gatora laughed, "Kill him!"
Countless demons lunged at Alcott, swinging their claws and swords.
CRACKLE! In the blink of an eye, Alcott blitzed them and cut Gatora again, but he only found the corpse of a demon shadow.
^No, he isn't dodging. I'm killing him.^ Alcott smiled, ^He turns into a demonic shadow each time he dies.^
"You're a lively one, aren't you?" Gatora stared at Alcott, annoyed, "It's been centuries since I saw a human as disgusting as you,"
"Thanks for the compliment," Alcott giggled, "Ugly to demons is handsome to humans," He lifted his sword, blood trailing from his palms and to the blade.
"I'm finally recovering from an ailment, you see." Alcott smiled, "It's been a decade since I used this. I can't contain my excitement to go all out again,"
"Blood Massacre"
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