Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Demon King

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

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

"I am your king. Stand down!" "You are not our king. Not anymore," one of the demons spat. "We serve the Legion now." "You can still go back. You can join me." "We'd rather kill you, Demon King. You abandoned us!" the demon yelled. "And your weak. In your condition you won't stand a chance." The demons advanced. Shit, they were fully demonic and he was already fatigued and wounded from fighting his way into the keep. Have to protect Victoria.

"I torture and kill those who deserve it. And that guy deserved a lot more than what he got. I just didn't want him to die in my kingdom and deal with that aftermath." "You can't be here!" I yelled next, my body slightly trembling. I suddenly felt so cold—cold, confused, terrorized. "I am here," Sam simply said, the anger slowly subsiding. He was the Demon King of Wrath, so calm would never be his nature, but a hint of color returned to his eyes. "You have to go! What the fuck?!" I continued, still not comprehending what had just transpired.

The spirit of the man protested. ‘Can’t? There was never anything I, the Demon King, couldn’t do within his world. Come and provide me with your energy. Oh, by the way, just to let you know, even though I was called the Demon King, I was never as evil as you, and since you threatened my Mother, I’ll make it extremely painful.’ The baby Demon king then raised his tiny hand, and a powerful suction drew the struggling spirit into his hands, and it formed an energy ball. As the baby then began to refine the spirit, he was delighted to hear the agony coming from the energy ball.

The old man replied, "What if Demon Lord is keeping an eye on us? He might be following our every activity and he can do it, after all, he was once the King of the Underworld." While saying this, the old man suddenly thought about the Tyrant, 'Wait… Why does this kid, Demon Lord seems similar to that Tyrant Jun? Both of them have the same personality, cold-blooded! He was ruthless to his enemies and even to his consort. Right! Even if this Demon Lord doesn't look like Emperor Jun, I am sure that he is the reincarnation of that tyrant.' Boss Kim asked, "What happened? Do you want to say something?" The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you have any information about that Tyr… Demon

Now, Samuel was thinking about how to defeat the enemy quickly. Seeing that Samuel did not speak, Night Demon became even more arrogant and laughed coldly. "I am the real king, and I am the strongest Demon God in this world. Haha!" "Roar!" With a low groan, the Tao Tie unwillingly fell to the ground and curled up on the ground. Obviously, it was extremely depressed. Its back was damaged, which also damaged its energy. It looked at Samuel with dull eyes. Night Demon was an absolute expert in the domain, so Samuel had to break it.

I asked. His face hardened and his eyes darkened, as if he did not like the idea, “Every world has a leader, just like every pack has an Alpha. The underworld has its king too.” “A King? Like the devil with the horns?” He hummed, “We don’t call him that there. It is something the humans created. We call him the Demon King.” “Oh, I see. So…are you like, going to make a deal with him?” He sighed, “Unfortunately, I have to. He has the power to do what I explained earlier.”