Demon Slayer Masked Guy Novels & Stories

Chapter 70 Mr. Dante paces restlessly in his living room alone. He looks like something is bothering him, and just then, the entrance door opens and a young man walks inside. He is graced in black leather trousers and a shirt that clings to his body, he has a face cap on and a black mask that covers the lower part of his face, making his face invisible. "I'm sorry for coming late, boss," His voice is muffled by the mask as he speaks.

Within a year, he appeared in the universe where the pair was and came to the manor. In the main hall of the manor, a man was sitting in the main seat. He had a white mask on his face. The mask was formed by a special path, concealing his face. James and Waleria stared at the masked man. Waleria looked at him and could not help but ask, “Are you Zeloneth Gratz, the deputy leader of the Daemonium Sect, the Immortal Gratz?” Waleria had heard of the Daemonium Sect’s deputy leader before but had never met him.

He was the same man that appeared in Xunji's study. "Gui Mei pays his respect to the elders," he clasped his hand and turned in Xunji's direction. Behind him stood a dark-haired youth. He continued to stand there silently, only nodding at Ah Yin once. His figure wrapped in a set of devilish black robes with silver lining and his fists covered with Vajra Gauntlets. The top half of his face covered by a masquerade mask. Seeing him, the body of the masked youth standing behind the old man wearing dull yellow robes trembled. His reaction was intense and everyone could observe it. Those who knew this man's identity— the middle-aged man and Xunji, even knew the cause of such reaction.

Choi Son shouted while laughing madly. "So, you've planned this too? Whether they volunteer or not you will still force them to do so?" Choi Son didn't answer, by dripping blood onto the bat-shaped token, the altar released demonic qi that made princess Xing and Xing Zu uncomfortable. Long Che who was used to facing demonic qi was calmer than the two, as this demonic qi was nothing compared to the original demon general's qi. "HM?" Fusin suddenly realised something from Long Chen's body. "You're not a masked man! Who are you?" Fusin pointed angrily when he realised that the Masked Man was not someone he knew. Because the armour of Long Chen himself was not something a masked man could use.

They were about to leave the classroom when the door open, and Misao Aika had the presence of mind to shut it after her, which would necessitate her sex partners doing the same. Misao Aika only caught a glimpse of a muscled male body wearing a simple black kimono that hung open with no belt revealing his large, rampant erection. But it was his head she noticed in the split second before they collided, for he was wearing a Japanese demon mask. Teacher Tadeo allowed the man to pass as if he knew who the person wearing the mask. Misao Aika was baffled. That was the case for Takahashi Sato as well. “Are you going to play with me too, good sir?” Misao Aika asked. She was doing this to make sure t

The man with a mask over his face. *

“Lazarus-“ “Shhh Ma Cherie.” Unexpectedly, he turns around with lightening speed. His hand capturing the perpetrators throat before he could kill him. “Got you.” My eyes widened; the man wore a black mask concealing the bottom half of his face. A gun in one hand and the dagger in the other. His built was on the leaner side underneath his all-black attire, piercing blue eyes ablaze with disdain. “Did you really think you could kill me?” Lazarus laughed, the sound demonic and terrifying.

Masaru’s distinctive voice roared, coming from the sky. We tilted our heads up and were stunned to see a pair of demonic figures in the sky, standing atop a small cloud. “We finally caught you, rat.” The gray-skinned one was Masaru, recognizing that gravel-gargling voice. He had a fierce face, sharp fangs, electrifying hair, and two horns. He wore a tattered dark-green skirt tied with a long red sash with a pair of massive Japanese drums hung on his waist and held a small mace in each hand.

Leon and Arthur soon saw the face of the person who appeared out of nowhere. "That's the Demon Lord!" The other party was a middle-aged man of about fifty years old, with half of his face covered by a demon mask, concealing his appearance. Several strands of strangely located grey hair hang down from his forehead; his aura was chilling and sharp, giving off a faint, murderous vibe, evoking an extremely dangerous and sinister feeling. At first glance, it was evident that he is no ordinary person.

"You're right, but I still think that the guy should be quite skilled. He might actually be able to get out safe and sound." "You should shut your mouth right now! Where do you think you are? Don't you know how Case is? Things won't end well for anyone who offends him. That guy is so rude as well. Case is already furious–there's no way Case would let that guy live!" "I still feel like the masked guy isn't just putting on an act. If he was, he wouldn't be like this. I feel like he's not giving out the aura of someone who's hiding anything. Instead, Case is the one who feels like he's losing control of himself."