Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World Chapter 634: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?

Chapter 634: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?

On the battlefield, his wives faltered under the Demigod’s power. Vinea slid back through the mud, her spear cracked and trembling. Alice panted, while the Spirit beasts lay unconscious in their human forms. Even Ciela’s arrows lost their radiance and burned before reaching phisto.

Yet none of them could give up, because they suddenly felt it. The pulse that reverberated from his chest, from that strange black crystal beyond the walls.

Levia’s arms held her shield up with blood oozing from her nose and ears. She slamd her shield into the wall to add another layer above Asmodeus. The iron do trembled, covered in cracks, nearly breaking.

Her eyes shifted from the battle to the man lying silent, when he suddenly twitched.

“Eh… did he just move?!”

Sariel and Riel humd in either side of Asmodeus’s ears, their voices gruff and raspy from overuse, yet their lips pressed against him in unison, carrying their mana directly into his body, hoping to help him.

A final flicker of light passed from their bodies into the crystal before they beca limp and collapsed against his chest.

The do shattered.

Instantly, a massive aura exploded like a raging tsunami.

Which enveloped the land completely.

“Is this Aura?” phisto froze in mid-air, his wings flapping to avoid the dense, misty fog. It might have been the first ti he felt this strange feeling that made his efforts useless. “What… is this?”

The only answer ca in a second burst of aura, this ti like a tangible wave of cool mist, which wrapped around the battlefield, seeping into each of his wives. The black crystal inside his chest pulsed once more.

And with a deep thump, his heartbeat filled the battlefield.

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Everyone froze montarily, unaware of what had happened.

The brainwashed troops all snapped out of their strange haze, holding weapons at their forr allies and brothers as their mories returned. Cries of pain, sorrow and despair echoed through the darkness.

A black mist covered the frozen citadel.

Ba-Dum!

Ba-Dum!

The heartbeat thrumd through the world, as if the planet’s heart itself was beating. Every soldier, whether orc, demon, goblin, elf or beastkin, froze. The sound created a pressure that rolled out in all directions, crushing bone and marrow into submission. It ford a massive do that encased the entire Demon Kingdom.

Thump.

Thump.

Each pulse from the crystal felt heavier, more deliberate, as if reminding the world itself of its reason for existing.

Levia’s arms shook violently as her broken shield slipped from her hands, her whole body trembling as ghostly hands caressed her body, embracing her from behind as sothing flowed into her abdon rapidly.

A dense, demonic energy.

“My Lord, Asmdoeus… this is you. I can feel your aura, but it’s a little different.” Her voice cracked as her head flung back from a sharp jolt in her stomach, the tattoo on her pelvis seeping into her flesh and fading.

Vinea leaned on her spear, which humd with a high-pitched noise. Before the darkness surged and enveloped her, she closed her eyes. Confidently allowing herself to fall into it, a smile on her face as it poured into her nose and mouth. “Honey, you’re okay?”

Alice coughed blood, forcing herself upright, her greatsword trembling in her grip. Her tiger’s unconscious form glowed faintly, as if responding to the sa power. “Ryuji…” she whispered, her voice trembling between hope and rage.

Yumiko’s eyes widened the mont the darkness blinded her.

She didn’t resist or fear it. Instead, her lips curled into a smile as she spread her arms. “It took you too long, you idiot, I was worried.”

The sa phenonon followed for all his won. Their tattoos sank into their abdons, fusing with the divine shards Asmodeus implanted in them all.

However, the most confused was phisto.

He snarled, wings and body swelling with his divine aura, burning the area around him. “No… no, this is impossible. I killed you. I killed you!” His erald aura flared wildly, twisting, writhing around him like a storm desperate to snuff out the rising presence.

Enraged, he turned towards the source, his figure becoming more deford, barely resembling Alan the human Hero anymore.

Thump!

The black crystal cracked.

Inside a beautiful spherical web of scarlet threads appearing along the surface, not like anything natural but carrying an eerie atmosphere, like veins, they pumped slowly, spreading outward as if the stone itself ca to life.

From his chest, dark, bloody mist bled into the air, thick and heavy, wrapping the unconscious Sariel and Riel in a protective shroud. The two succubi stirred, smacking their lips as they rolled onto their backs in their exhausted state.

Levia finally managed to turn around, knees hitting the stone as tears streaked down her bloodied face. “M…My… King…..” she whispered in a fragile voice. “Please…. tell you’ve returned to .”

The aura surged as if to respond to her, the unconscious body wrapped in a layer of scarlet thread. This ti, it wasn’t the oppressive weight of a god’s divine core, but it carried a gentle, affectionate warmth as it caressed her cheeks.

However, in the depths of that gentle aura, she could feel sothing different. It was sothing sharper, hungrier. Where divine power bound, this power devoured. It didn’t descend from heaven; it rose from the abyss.

All the crying souls that scread beca at peace, slowly fading as their energy fused with the sleeping Demon King.

And every soul that had been screaming inside phisto’s chest, every shard of power ant for his divine rebirth—suddenly split.

Half wrenched away, torn screaming into the crystal in Asmodeus’s chest.

phisto froze mid-air, his eyes bulging in shock. “W-what…!? No! That power is mine!” His body convulsed as erald light bled from his chest, dragged in two directions. “Stop it! STOP IT!”

He grasped at the air as if desperate, but the souls and divine aura stread into the sleeping demon like a broken tap. The wails of the dead beca more like the song of Sariel and Riel, a charming and affectionate tone, as if reaching bliss and utter euphoria.

Only a small portion of the souls remained within phisto due to his desperate attempts to avoid losing his power.

The other half vanished into Asmodeus, where the black crystal drank deeply, its scarlet veins pulsing brighter with each beat.

Thump.

The battlefield scread from his power.

Everything that existed in the land dropped… kneeling with an expression of awe, as if a god had descended, their eyes clear, and hearts calm.

Elves dropped their bows.

Knights knelt as if giving an oath.

Orcs gripped their chests and bowed; the entire area beca under control.

And with this reverence, the aura grew stronger, denser and now, like a beautiful ink-black shade, it seeped into the mana-enriched ground and the hearts of each warrior with the crimson threat in their chest.

Ciela raised her bow with trembling hands, her eyes fixed on the wall. She was crying openly now, but her voice remained sharp and steadfast, breaking through the storm. “Do you hear it, everyone!? The heartbeat of our master, our beloved… our king!”

A roar answered her. Orcs, knights, beastkin, elves—exhausted, bleeding, half-broken—lifted their weapons again. The tide surged forward once more, even as erald flas tore through their ranks.

phisto’s face twisted in pure fury. “NO! IT BELONGS TO ! THIS SHOULD BE MY POWER!”

He dove for the wall, scythe raised to split the iron do in two!

The mist grew dense, swallowing the wall whole. The black crystal pulsed one final ti, shattering into a thousand motes of obsidian light that sank back into his chest.

And from within the fog, his voice ca, low and resonant, carrying across the battlefield like a tolling bell:

“This power is mine, phisto.”

The fog thickened, swallowing the wall and blotting out even the erald blaze of phisto’s aura. The battlefield went silent, as though the world itself dared not breathe.

Then ca the sound of stones grinding, flesh shifting and finally the creak of armour.

Asmodeus moved.

His fingers twitched first, curling into fists that cracked the stone beneath him. Then his chest rose, slow but steady, air searing his lungs as if he were breathing for the first ti.

Sariel and Riel still clung to him, unconscious but smiling faintly, their bodies ward by the pulse beneath his skin. Levia’s exhausted eyes widened, tears cutting clean tracks through the gri on her cheeks as she whispered, “M…Master…?”

The mist parted.

Asmodeus sat up. His horns lengthened, jagged edges glowing faintly crimson. His once-torn wings stretched outward, feathers burned away and were replaced by obsidian black threaded with scarlet light. His eyes opened, no longer the gold of a demon king nor the gentle blue of a human, but two pits of burning black, veined with living crimson fla.

Every soldier on the wall felt it.

A weight different from before, sothing that surpassed even the monster nad phisto that triggered pure terror in their souls.

phisto staggered back in the air, his scythe trembling in his grip. “No… no, that’s not possible. You’re dead! I killed you! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?”

Asmodeus rose to his full height, Blood Reaver materialising in his hand, much different now… like an extension of Asmodeus himself.

The axe’s threads writhed like hungry serpents, drinking from the mist that rolled around him. The black crystal was gone, fused into his chest, and in its place pulsed a heart of shadow, every beat sending ripples of dark power through the battlefield.

“I was Ryuji Vincenzo,” his voice rumbled, layered with sothing inhuman, echoing across the plain. “I was Asmodeus, the Demon King.”

He lifted his weapon, the aura around him flaring like a crimson eclipse, blotting out the erald blaze of phisto’s flas.

“But now…”

The fog snapped outward in a tidal wave, knocking back the possessed in droves, scattering even the strongest of them like leaves in a storm.

“…I am sothing more.”

The armies roared as one, the battered defenders surging with newfound fury.

phisto’s eyes widened in horror as Asmodeus stepped forward, wings unfurled, his voice tearing through the silence:

“I am the Demon God.”