9th Class Sword Master: The Guardian of the Sword Chapter 273

Episode 273

Episode 97. Red Moon (3)

Demons who keep avoiding their eyes in fear.

not bad.

no it was very good The fact that the demons were terribly afraid of him made him happy.

Seeing the facial expressions of humans through the demons made me feel a bit strange.

All of the low-level demons seemed possessed of human bodies.

Unlike the other possessors I met outside, they seemed to have completely taken over the possessed human body.

[uh? Master, it’s a complete gain! Not all of them are inferior.

Intermediate is mixed. Even higher level Demons will come out anyway.]

“Really? Which bastards are intermediate?”

Yuma turned around and glared at the trembling demons.

The demons on the second floor looked at Yuma and didn’t know what to do.

A rat in a poison. It was a perfect word to express the situation of those demons now.

[See those guys with little horns growing on their foreheads over there? They are mid-level demons who act as civil servants in the underworld.]

“Civil servants…?”

[yes. Well, they are not human eunuchs or secretaries, but rather men who do chores such as drawing camps or researching materials during ceremonies.] The customs and lifestyles of the underworld resemble those of humans the more you hear about them

. there was.

After all, there are kings and generals, but is there any law that says there are no civil servants?

‘It’s true that you’re a civil servant when it comes to demon tribe bastards. It’s not even funny.’

Yuma clicked his tongue and naturally created a thin thorn and sent it up to the second floor. It was a very natural gesture, but the thorns were as quick as bitter flesh.

The thorn moved precisely and quickly following Yuma’s fingers and pierced the chest of a middle-class demon. The middle-class demons couldn’t even react.

[Oops!]

The thorn pierced his chest, but he didn’t die instantly like a demon. As Yuma’s finger flicked upward, the Shiga demon’s body floated into the air.

‘It’s kind of unpleasant…

It wasn’t as pleasant as I thought to see a mid-level demon struggling with limbs like a fish caught in a needle. Because he took the form of a human female.

It had a small horn on its forehead and its skin color was light purple, but it was definitely a human body in the past.

Perhaps the body’s original soul had already been sacrificed in the ritual of making Maktoum, or it had become its prey.

[Uh uh…]

The demons nearby let out a sigh with trembling voices. However, it was impossible to escape.

An instinctive fear that they would surely die if they showed their backs even for a moment gripped them. Yuma asked a question to the demon who struggled in pain.

“What was it?”

[Kahuk! What do you mean…]

“What the original owner of the body who dedicated his soul to you asked for from you.”

Yuma said again and again. It meant that the other demons in the place should also listen.

Humans possessed by demons had something in common. That there is a strong desire for something and you make the wrong choice.

The demons aim for that desire and demand a contract. And after completing the contract on their own, they would steal the body of the contractor.

[That’s it. Aagh!]

Another thorn pierced his back.

After realizing that he could manipulate anything in the underworld at will, Yuma was getting used to that ability at a tremendous speed.

“Talk.”

[The contractor… asked me to spare my husband.]

“That’s right. Did you save me?”

The middle-class demon could not answer Yuma’s question and only nodded slowly.

“how? How can a bug like you do?”

[The husband who was about to die was possessed by another demon…]

“Who is that guy?”

As Yuma shone the black Sword Eye, the mid-level Demon’s fingers trembled and pointed to the side. Looking there, I saw a demon with a male body.

Seeing that he was wearing soldier’s armor, it was clear that he must have been a soldier of Dempir or a nearby country not too long ago.

Perhaps the woman accepted the contract as her wounded husband died.

“Anyway, these fucking bastards.”

[Ha ha ha!]

Yuma pulled the thorn down and stabbed the mid-level demon in the nape of the neck with an amoula.

As soon as the tip of the sword touched his body, it turned into black powder and soaked into Amulla.

Silence prevailed.

If Yuma had threatened them with an Ascalon, the atmosphere would have been very different.

It wasn’t Ascalon, it was Yuma who could beat them all with bare hands, but physical death in the human world did not mean the end for the demons.

Even if he died like that, he could be reborn in some way or enjoy rest in the underworld by Amanzo anyway.

The reason they were so afraid of Yuma was because of the sword of death.

Being absorbed by Arilla did not mean simple death to them.

To suffer forever in hell with no way out.

Arilla itself was an object in which one dimension was compressed, and that dimension was, of course, the world of death and extinction.

“Just as you stole human bodies, I want to eat some of you guys.”

Yuma said while pressing a drop of blood from an intermediate-level demon that had just been absorbed into the amoula that flowed through the thorns with his finger.

[If you buy and save me, I will do my best!]

[Demon God! Please have mercy!]

The lower-class demons gathered there were those who had lived in the underworld for hundreds of years. However, most of them had never seen Amanjo in person, even from a distance.

Commoners living in other provinces were like never seeing the emperor with their own eyes.

To them, Yuma, who uses Amoula, was a being far beyond common sense.

It was no wonder that he servilely knelt down, calling him a demon.

“Loyal mercy. It’s good. By the way, have you ever listened to the demands of mercy from the contractors you deceived?”

[Ha, but you are a drinker. We are demons. We just did our job…]

“Aha, that’s right. But what about this? i am human I have to do my job too.”

Kuuk! Kuuk!

Two gigantic thorns protruded like pillars and supported the slanted second-floor ceiling.

Next, Yuma twisted the thorn as if opening a lid and completely ripped off the crumbling ceiling.

Rumble…. Blah!

The twisted ceiling split on both sides and the demons began to fall. The split ceiling, like a giant biscuit, swayed and hit the walls with the movement of the thorns.

As if an earthquake had occurred, the entire tower vibrated.

Some demons were crushed between the ceiling and the wall.

Yuma swung the amoula before the falling demons reached the ground.

The demons swept away by the blade turned into black powder and flew away. It seemed like he was wielding the amoula lightly, but there was a fierce and heavy sword wind.

As the demons disintegrated, the black particles created were blown by the sword wind and sucked into Arilla, creating a small whirlwind.

[Ahhhh!]

The horses absorbed before the fall were fifty.

Other than that, more than a hundred demons fell to the ground, and all of them were in a state of panic and couldn’t even beg for their lives.

Tuck! Tuck!

This time, hundreds of thorns sprouted from the ground at once. It was a space decorated like the Jacques’ gymnasium, so there was plenty of room for thorns.

The cone-shaped thorns pierced the bodies of the fallen demons here and there, raising them to a good height for cutting.

As Yuma opened his palm and turned it sideways as if squeezing something, the thorns rotated and gathered in the center of the arena.

Other thorns overlapped on top of the moving thorns with demons attached, gradually becoming like a cage.

Soon, the bundle of thorns settled right in front of Yuma. The purple blood of the demons was flowing in and out of the arched thorns.

The whole crushed demons wriggled inside the thorn prison. As if a giant’s fist was being squeezed, the prison was getting narrower and narrower.

“amazing. Even if it’s crumpled like that, there’s not a single dead guy. This is why ordinary humans get tired of dealing with demons.”

The demons, crumpled like pieces of paper, barely let out a groan.

[Lord big. It’s amazing. Such a wonderful prison of thorns…

You’re learning how to fight like a real demon god very quickly.]

Rakir exclaimed after seeing Yuma’s use of power.

The gap between the thorns, like a lattice, continued to narrow. And by the time a blade could fit between them, the prison stopped contracting.

I couldn’t hear even the slightest moaning now. Only the intermittent sounds of bubbles bursting could be heard from the upper floors.

Yuma stared at the compressed prison and slowly pushed Arilla through the bars.

Ooh ooh…

Black particles that looked like dust escaped through the bars and permeated into something. More than a hundred lower-middle-class demons were absorbed at once.

Even so, the strength felt was not as great as when eating maktoum outside.

When the absorption was over, the bundle of overlapping thorns was released. Hundreds of thorns disappeared back into the ground at Yuma’s will.

There was not even a drop of blood left in the place where the demons were confined, let alone a corpse.

“They don’t have much value even for food.”

[Keke, but it would have been a little bit of an addition to the house. Don’t be sad because Magi is still vibrating. oh! Lord. Look at that.] Rakir stretched out a short forepaw to the spot where the prison used to be.

“It’s a magic stone.”

[It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. There must have been someone who had a magic crystal.] Rakir took the magic crystal and brought it to Yuma.

[It’s not a very good product, but it’s still not bad.

Please take care of it.]

Chorong Chorong.

I told him to take care of the words, but Rakir’s eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the magic crystal in Yuma’s palm.

Holding the magic stone, he looked around at the surrounding scenery modeled after familiar places, and his relatives in the West came to mind.

“If there had been no war.”

Yuma murmured involuntarily.

[Yes?]

“Nothing.”

If there was no war, if there were no demons. I wonder if he was still having a good time with his relatives in the West. It’s not like killing demons in a dark and damp place like this.

&At the time, I tricked Puang-nim with this magic stone and asked for favors here and there. I wonder if Puang is still having trouble with Cindy. In the meantime, the letters sent from the east must have arrived well? I wonder if Marlon is getting along with Maria too.’

stroke.

Yuma threw the magic crystal to Rakir. Rakir waggled his tail like a dog that saw a bone and bit the magic stone.

[King!]

“Eat that yourself.”

[Thank you! Yah!]

Rakir swallowed it in one bite after using the magic stone several times.

[It tastes great. This is a rare item even in the underworld.]

“If you go to my warehouse in the West, there are thousands of them piled up.”

[Ohh… my lord… the best…

will you make me hungry when I get back? promise? Yes, promise!]

“Seeing you do it. Have you eaten?”

[Ep!]