Demon Slayer Figures の小説・ストーリー

Shen Yi sat in the study chair do not know how long, Meng ran between the books on the table all swept to the ground, cold humming way: "Don't know the good or evil. " As he spoke, he took off his shirt and trousers and changed into a bright burgundy suit. "Naturally, the color is bright, " he said. "It's black and it's ugly. " Dressed in the mirror looked at a long time, the heart of the gas is quiet. Re-sit on the chair, found things on the ground, the heart again not happy up, cold hum a few, lift a leg to go out. Su Foam is resting, just listen to the crash when a, she teng of a sitting up from the SOFA. A See Shen Yi Anger Chong stand at the door staring at her, Su Mo in the mind Deng f

This space turned out to be the interior of the Scarlet Dracoblade. There were now four figures standing before it. Among them was a young man in his 20s. The demon recognized that he was the person it had attempted to harm earlier. Another figure was a young girl, likely part of the same group. The remaining two were a red and a black dragon. The demon asked coldly, "Where am I?" "You're now inside my artifact. This one beside me is the spirit of the artifact. Now, tell me who sent you to kill me."

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

Kent grunted. "Kent, ugh where in god's good name are we?" Yuuno moaned. The Demon smirked. "It would seem that you two have returned to my domain… It would seem." Yuuno saw the Demon's form for the first time as a mixture of a werewolf and a Dragon. The Demon stood as 11 foot and 9 inches tall, with jet black scales and fangs of silver. His eyes burned a bright drowning in the blood of the guilty, the demon had 7 horns 3 upon the sides of his head and the other upon his forehead shaping it into a crown of thorns.

"O' mighty Blood God, I come to you with this carnal offering. I ask of you to grant me the strength to unleash a massacre on the people, to bring you new followers." The prayer ended, and all the blood around the figure flowed backward into the central pool, condensing on the figure. Very soon, a demon around eight meters tall appeared. It had the same gigantic horns on its head, and its body was covered in bloody armor as it wielded a huge bloody axe with a murderous expression.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

“That’s not Lord Basille.” “It’s not…who is it then?” Ruben asked cautiously surveying the huge creature. “His Commander, Boglan.” . The demon, Commander Boglan, was looking around at them amused, taking in the hooded and tranced warlocks around the protective circle he was being held in. He was huge, standing nine feet tall and massive. Bare chested with a large battle axe and long horns curling up from his head he looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy video game.

Everyone was instantly on guard when they sensed a wave of Devil Qi surging forth. Out of the blue, they saw a tall specter stepping out of the darkness. The specter was almost seven meters tall and had orbs of light for eyes that were particularly striking at night. He wore a red armor with rolling dark Qi seeping out of the crevices. In his hand was a crescent saber that was nearly ten meters long. He rode a black demonic horse, making him look mighty and impressive. The thousands of Corpse Demons nearby began to prostrate themselves to show their respect to him.

High above, silhouetted against the winter moon, was a figure draped in obsidian armor, riding a creature made of living smoke and fire. ​Kael’s face went pale. "Father." ​The Demon King had arrived. And he hadn't come for a parley.