Demon Lords Slime Novels & Stories

These are undersized demons, on the orders of Alud, begin their attack from behind. The Lycians are so engrossed in their spells that they don't even notice the change in the air around them. The demons materialized in our world immediately inflict a crushing attack, plunging their blades into the backs of human sorcerers. The sorcerers squeal in surprise and pain, the dense stream of their spells weakening sharply. They manage to split several demons with their spells, but the moment is lost and now several furies with werewolves fly up at close range, blowing their heads off. To the sorcerers who stepped forward, the demons did their job. It remained only a couple of tens of meters to the

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

I've felt his presence for a while—he murdered Hayley. "Oh, you don't know?" Beelzebub laughs and exchanges a smirk with the four other demons he brought with him—Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lamia, and Mammon. Lamia, the snake woman, gives me a creepy smile. "Hello, Lucifer." I frown. Lamia has always liked me—the feeling isn't mutual. Lamia has the torso of a woman but the body of a snake. I find her repulsive. "Hi..." I growl back.

Someone trustworthy and reliable who would not betray him no matter what. "Is there anyone suitable for us to use?" asked the demon lord to his subordinate. The demon man tried to think and then found one. He explained that it might be difficult to get him to carry out the task if he was still free, but now he was the same as our slave even though he was not from their demon clan. Hearing the word slave, the demon lord smiled and gave a secret order to his subordinate. After finishing what he wanted to do, the demon lord left the room with a smile on his face. He was clearly pleased with the results of his work, but his subordinate, who had been kneeling, flashed a strange smile shortly afte

It would have made his heart sink if they were made to fight slimes after all the training and preparations they had gone through for such a day. “These are DemiWolves. They’re wild monsters that are usually found in desert regions, where there is scarce food and water.” If their extremely lean stature didn’t give this away, then their hungry eyes definitely sold the story to the listening students. They paid attention as Lucielle explained further. “Their claws and fangs are especially useful for tearing apart flesh and crushing bones. As you can see, they’re very desperate creatures. As if on cue, the DemiWolves began to snarl and bark.

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

That would be the end of the mortal world. Without the mortal world feeding the Nether World their disparity, the citizens including Sylvia the Angry would perish! She could not let this happen! Biting her lower lips, Sylvia the Angry leaned her body forward, urging her familiar to bolt to the east. Her ears twitched upon sensing the last demon lord in her midst aside from the demon king and the grand duke. “Move to our west, girl!” Sylvia the Angry sensed a different type of demonic aura – different from the sharp green infernal flames of Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton and much more different from the destructive ruby red flames of Demon King Lucifer the Prideful. There was no other demon

Norman was a bit irritated that the change in his form made his movements slow due to the large size and the slime everywhere. "Don't touch the slime," whispered the Prince, he knew the slime would burn anything that touched it because it contained great power in it. Even the breath that the slimy creature breathed was also very dangerous, it would poison all creatures that came into contact with it. The Prince was prepared for that, as Dave had just done some research to find out what kind of demon they were dealing with.

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.