Demon Killing Knife の小説・ストーリー

Her eyes turned to a knife that was quite strange in shape. "What's with this knife?" She took the knife and noticed a small tube in the middle of the iron blade. “You can fill that little tube with your blood. If you stab the demon's chest with that knife, the thin tube will burst and the blood can flow straight into its heart. Allan said again, explaining. She immediately admired the prowess of the knife. Her eyes scanned the available weapons on the table one by one. Because she had to choose a weapon that was comfortable to use.

The mass dropped and hissed, dispersing. The spear demon moved again—wounded but fast. His weapon aimed for Kael's back, but Rea was already moving. From the side, stumbling, knees shaking, she threw her knife into the demon's shoulder. Not fatal. Not deep. But enough. The demon snarled, hesitated—and that moment was all Kael needed. He spun, blade sweeping in a deadly arc—through the air, and through the demon. The body shuddered, then shattered into shards like dark glass.

James replied, “I killed him.” Youri pointed at James and said, “That’s impossible. You’re saying you did it alone? You might have a Thousand Paths Holy Body, but you’re just a Quasi Acmean. The Devouring Demon is a Terra Acmean. He also wields a powerful weapon and has twelve death spirits. Yet, you’re claiming to have killed him?” James did not bother elaborating further. The current situation played out exactly as James had hoped for. During the commotion, Qimat remained standing beside Youri.

I explained clasping the doorknob, “That's the thing— I have never used a sword before, I injure my self once, trying to cook,” Chuckling lowly, I unlocked the armory, revealing the various choices of weapons to her, “Who said it was just swords?” Stepping into the room I watched as she gawked over the spears, fascinated with them, “Wow, this— this is awesome, how many of them do you are in here,” she mumbled dragging her finger on the tip of a pike, “Careful,” I warned, “You might heal from everything else but these were designed to kill demons, a single scratch can infect you,”

They scatter about the room, clinging to anything they could find to keep them in our world. “No! No! NO!” Killian screamed, shifting back to his man form as, one by one, the demons were pulled back into the vortex. I wasn’t sadistic, but his sound of anguish and despair was one of my favourite sounds in the world at that moment. “I wouldn’t let you win.” He rose from the ground, dashing for the ritual dagger, and picked it up. “You haven’t won yet,” he snarled, plunging the dagger into his heart and drawing it out.

The sword met the smokes, turning them to fade. “You can’t kill me with just that,” said the demon that the man. “I don’t think so,” Xurden said confidently. He held his sword downward and stabbed it on the ground, making the demon shout in pain. Without removing the sword, he raised his head. The demon was falling from the sky. When the demon was just a few feet away from his head, he removed the sword. For the last time, he struck the demon that cut his neck. Finally, the demon fell to the ground with no head. The head rolled to the man’s feet, leaving the hood. The man stomped his feet to the head to make it stop from rolling. He stared at the face with no eyes; there were just hollows. A

The demon smiled as the energy blades of Gantaka and Keanu neared his throat, eyeballing dozens of arrows coming towards him with an impressive amount of spiritual prowess. The Hooded Demon was fascinated. The demon used teleportation to dodge the incoming blades and arrows, appearing behind Hayze and stabbing him in the back. "You people are strong." The Hooded Demon acknowledged his opponents. "Are you the ones who killed my brother?" Hayze's shadow behind him began to convulse before he arose unexpectedly, swiftly slicing his blade across The Hooded Demon's neck to slice off the head.

Slowly she calmed down and nodded at me to continue. “Alright. 19, this year was tricky as you were very busy with work. But I think you will approve, as this is also the year, I heard your nickname. ‘Demon.’” I chuckled as I pulled a pair of thick gloves out for her and me before I pulled the flat case from behind the couch and handed it to her. “Be careful now.” I smirked as she opened it and sniffed the contents. Inside were all kinds of silver knives and other instruments. But these... these were coated with...

I smirk at her. “You freed me? Please.” She rolls her eyes and I chuckle. “I’m just as rouge now as you are.” I tell her and she looks at me then. Her next words aren’t as much as a shock as they should have been. “I want to kill him.” I frown nevertheless. “U sure? U couldn’t even cut me up for long, I saw how that shit disgusted you. Why?” My tone is serious. Killing someone isn’t just a game. It fucks with you heavy. And someone like the Demon king. It’s not likely.

The officer, Peter Swift, put on his gloves and carefully picked up the needle from the floor and put it in an evidence bag. He glanced at the remnant and frowned. “This doesn’t look like a regular sewing needle. “This is a medical needle. Looking at it, it’s usually used for veterinarians or special cases.” Mary was shocked by the statement. “Vet? “Impossible! I simply bought it from a market!” Her eyes flickered and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. “We’ll take samples of the fingerprints and remnants, and we’ll know if it’s been bought.” Peter glanced at her coldly.