I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Ogebuki reached into the double-sword emblem and pulled out two longswords, landing lightly on the ground.

One sword was scarlet like blood, the other as black as ink.

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Ogebuki's body was still burning, and his expression was burning too.

"Killed them very cleanly, huh?" Ogebuki's tone was strange, a backhanded compliment to the battle situation Li Yue had created.

Killed too quickly, killed too few; the double swords had not obtained the desired thirst for slaughter.

[Current object… Status: Hellfire / Anger / Disappointment / Unease… ]

[Bite my fly-ass… The No Night Sect escaped, the skeletons, orcs, and the souls from the library are all in the shadows, the swords only have Gambel and his slaves… How is this enough… ]

"Still chatting? I see the fire is burning your eyebrows off?"

Li Yue pointed to the flames above Ogebuki's eye sockets.

The speed at which the fly swarm was being reborn was almost unable to keep up with the speed of death; the authority and the thirst for slaughter were about to overwhelm the hellfire.

The Shadow Demon broke the Holy Whip into 16 short sticks, stuffing them into Hannibal's tentacles—the double swords' minds and bodies had been tempered in the battle against Hunteral, unable to control 18 clones; discounted under Egg's control, 16 sections were the bare minimum.

Ogebuki was allowed to let his thoughts wander along the double swords' problems.

The ritual seemed to be developing towards the double swords' desired outcome, until the double swords found the word "Expectation" in Ogebuki's "Status" column.

Niesu Daji's body hadn't shrunk by even an eighth, and there were no traces of small swarms of flies crawling inside or outside the loose sack, it was definitely a sign of some kind of mutation.

In terms of swordsmanship, Ogebuki was clearly lacking in training, or perhaps he was too little disturbed by the hellfire.

Niesu knew that Niesu Daji would answer, but that didn't stop the Demon Illustrated Handbook from listening to my inner voice.

Ogebuki realized the problem, the buzzing in his heart deafening.

The stands were swept into the sky, the candlelight no longer flickering, directly facing Ogebuki and the eight Sons of the Devil in the center of the wasteland, awaiting the outcome of that ritual.

Before using the drill to pierce Gambel's chains, Niesu and Shadow had fully realized the weakness of Egg's particles, so Shadow divided the particles into several large drills, placing them inside the Egg-body, like a four-clawed fish that possessed drill tentacles.

One second Ogebuki was still bloated and fat, like a ball of fire; the next second, Ogebuki took out piece after piece of sack-body from his mouth, successively putting them on his main body, and the King of the Arena quickly slimmed down, like a matchstick.

As for the double swords' shadows, they focused on controlling this bone sword, constantly bypassing Ogebuki and Li Yue, cutting my sack-body.

But the double swords felt that it was still not enough.

My performance was even like the Eastern Warrior that the eight Sons of the Devil encountered in the "Hero Studies" graduation class.

The further they fought, the more the double swords feared that Ogebuki still had some hidden tricks, constantly asking questions while striking the sack.

The skin accumulated by the Sack Demon had not left much either.

What was the King of the Arena expecting?

Of course, the main reason was that the Demon Illustrated Handbook almost completely predicted the King of the Arena's movements, always able to drill, stab, or smash directly at the main body in places I couldn't attend to.

Egg firmly sewed the cards onto the sack, sewing them to death layer by layer.

Immediately afterwards, Slaughter and Opposition Li Yue's sword body completely turned into countless dregs, engulfing everything in the arena like a tide, filled with the thirst for slaughter.

But my movements were very sluggish, obviously affected by the hellfire's fly veins, becoming increasingly awkward.

They merged together and were burned away, becoming strands of yellowish-white blood vessels in the Sack Demon's body.

The double swords held their swords in one hand, putting more energy into the ground, preparing to cooperate with the environment to accelerate Ogebuki's death.

[You mean… You mean… You mean ha… ]

"He's dying slowly… Dying slowly, right? Is there no other way?"

The double swords guessed that the curse of the arena was affecting us in some subtle way.

As the number of times the Holy Whip, bone sword, and drills clashed with Li Yue increased, they gradually became uncontrollable, and often blocked and stumbled against each other.

To deal with holy objects, one must use holy objects, and the double swords just happened to have two—the bone sword and the Holy Whip…

"It doesn't matter, you have a common enemy…" The double swords weakly endured the urge to tear Hannibal's human skin with shadows, and pulled out a card from outside the shadows, hitting outside Ogebuki's eye socket.

Under the influence of the "Abominable" card, the eight Sons of the Devil regained a common enemy.

[Yes… Yes yes yes yes yes yes buzz… ]

[Hey hey he's blocking your stick.]

Ogebuki clearly used the Sword of Slaughter to block the Holy Whip, but the Holy Whip turned and smashed my head.

Oh yes, eight kinds.

Abominable.

At this moment, the King of the Arena was like a child being ganged up on by several Sons of the Devil in his own home, holding two sharp kitchen knives in his hands, but unable to cut the main culprit.

"Then let's all scatter and start over!" Niesu Daji's sack bulged, almost exploding with anger.

With Ogebuki's strong acknowledgement, the double swords confirmed their guess.

[Its bones and magma… I can't split up and fight him… ]

[Eh? Why didn't you drill just now?]

[One is slaughter, one is opposition… Able to cleave everything, even killing intent and souls… That is my final weapon… ]

Then the double swords foresaw the King of the Arena's movements, rushing up before he acted and smashing my cloth head with the Holy Whip.

"Is he saying 'he', annoying or not?" The double swords intensified their offensive, piercing Ogebuki's head with the bone sword, then piercing out from his butt, creating a thorough chill.

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Slaughter and Opposition were unable to protect the Sack Demon's body; each time the drill penetrated, or after the Holy Whip short stick slammed down, a large number of fly corpses and white pulp would scatter from the inside of the sack.

Brain Spirit and Egg-body were still sulking, not answering the double swords.

[Say something… Say something… ]

The Sons of the Devil began to argue inside Egg's head.

Even the candlelight on the sky stands was driven crazy by that card, swaying erratically.

[It's not right ha, my Devil Cocoon's Son of the Devil is trying to trick you ha… Buzz… ]

Presumably, when I threw Abada spears through the window into other people's homes back then, I couldn't imagine that I would have today as well.

The fly swarm overflowed, and Ogebuki's angry roar resounded throughout the arena.

Ogebuki and Li Yue waved together, like a street fight, dancing into a whirlwind, dealing with the ubiquitous drill tentacles.

[This is to send it down… Let you drill in first.]

"Hey, Kizi, are your two swords causing opposition and slaughter between us?" The double swords directly asked Niesu Daji.

"What's the story with those two swords?"

[Calm down, kill slowly, don't rush, the longer it takes, the slower he dies… ]

The former master of the red and white plague, at this moment in the mix of yellow and white, is gradually becoming weaker, heading towards extinction.

"He's instigating the eight of us 'Opposites,' hey, what should we do?" The double swords asked Shadow and Egg in front of Ogebuki.

At the same time, the wasteland of the arena began to curl inward, like orange segments that had been opened and then closed again.

"It's really hard on you, you can still make a sound even when being beaten." Niesu laughed at me.

Some of the sacks were embedded with mud, some were inlaid with magic stones, and some were covered with runes, but there were no longer the chainmail, fish scales, or black human leg sacks that had appeared before.

As the Lord of Authority who had struggled in pleasure dens and casinos for hundreds of years, Niesu Daji could barely control his emotions.