Marechi Demon Slayer の小説・ストーリー

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

The sword exuded overwhelming power. The Devouring Demon was a Terra Acmean, and wielding the Light of Acme strengthened him further. His aura was oppressive and made everyone tremble. Even Deshawn lost his fighting spirit and was overcome with dread. “Am I really going to die here?” Deshawn was devastated.

"So your biggest plan is for all those soldiers to die with us here?" "Not my plan, but the goddess's plan, if anyone is leaving this battlefield alive that will be you, " That moment Dylan heard Marek said that, he felt a slash of claws on his back, the pain so excruciating. "Dylan! Marek called running over to him but he was stopped by two huge demons with the head of a bull, the middle body of a human, and the hoofs of a horse. The demon speaks in their language, which means none of them will leave here alive.

As I was saying, he went on as Pagomaris nearly wept, clapping her hands at her servants, sending them scurrying for something suitable to my taste, your opposition won't expect you to be ready since neither of you has experience. I beg to differ, I shot back. I've been in lots of fights. That helped me feel a little better. I'd been through a hell of a lot and managed to survive. Surely I could handle a demon or two considering the firepower I had at my disposal. I remind you, Sass sent, stern and almost harsh, no use of other powers. Only demon. Unless you want to be put to death? Oh crap. Gotcha. Slash attack, Sassy sent. Take out their shields first then work from the bottom up. Most don

Galatrina spoke calmly but with sweat on her cheeks. "I know, and one of them is going to be a pain in the ass." Alucard respond in a menacing way. Hiyojin then looked at the sky. "So we're facing him ha. Leomord, former number 1 of the 1st generation of warriors. If only Teresa is here." He looked down at the ground while sweating. Most of the warriors finally sensed the incoming demons. They braced themselves as the approaching hordes of demons trampled the ground and creating an earthquake within the earth.

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

Now Zachariah was sure that he read somewhere that Demons were like Werewolves and had an intolerance to silver. However, he was not sure how true it was, so he picked up Yasmine's Gurkha Kukri knife, which is coated in silver, and walked out of the castle. Zachariah shakes himself and gives the order to the warriors behind him to flank him as he entered and focused on his first Demon to attack.

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.

But the battlefield wasn’t letting either of them breathe. A massive demon—eight feet tall, armored in obsidian plates, with a tail tipped like a spear—charged them, bellowing Osric’s name in fury. “TRAITOR!” Its voice rattled the treetops. Steel clashed as it slammed into Osric, sending him skidding back. Storm launched at its side, claws sinking under its armor, the Phoenix fire melting it on contact, tearing through flesh. Its tail whipped toward her heart—too close, too fast—

I can’t let anything happen to Demi. I moved to place myself in front of her. She is a keres, but being a Demi god makes me faster. I angle my fist letting my demonic flames take over my entire form. Swinging I am confident that I am going to connect with Ares face, but I miss. “Damn it!” I growl out.