I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Hmm? A new demon?”

“Just what I needed.”

Below the tower, amidst the swarming locusts, a clear, cold voice echoed.

The next second, a flash of sword light slashed before my eyes, only to be stopped by Li Yue's palm.

The sword tip pierced Li Yue's palm, but Shadow controlled its shadow, preventing it from reaching Li Yue's throat.

In the blink of an eye, however, the sword tip withdrew from Li Yue's hand and continued to sweep through the storm of locusts.

Shadow actually failed to hold it?

Although it was uncertain how strong Shadow was, it was at least a child of Noremole, and controlling an eighth-order hunter, Hunteral, shouldn't have been too difficult.

Yet, he managed to pull the sword back just like that?

Taking a quick glance, Li Yue realized this sword was special.

The next second, the sword light came again, and with a series of chops, Li Yue's hand was severed.

Wang Mu and Bao Li's map.

Ruiven flicked this tattered piece of paper.

I also wore a tattered robe that differed from the desert people, but my face was definitely Eastern.

Unfortunately, Ruiven was reluctant.

It seemed they wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

From that building northward, everything was covered by the frozen lake, frozen solid.

“I really didn't expect this…” Old Lu sighed.

Ruiven, on the other hand, had a very strange feeling—if he hadn't recovered his memories yet, Ruiven suspected he would be very puzzled, puzzled to meet an Easterner here.

The last time I saw a similar sword was during the graduation class of "Hero Studies" in the closed combat training.

Ruiven didn't want to live in such a place with his younger siblings.

Ruiven didn't expect Old Lu to see through the essence directly, and fell silent for a moment.

Ruiven also realized that even with the extraordinary density of self-healing bones, it seemed impossible to resist the swordsman's sword.

But if I can hear clearly, that's good, while Nir is still outside eating spiders, I might as well hurry up and take care of this city.

Ruiven plants trees.

“Who are you?”

【It's not that he's tempting me, it's the same for you.】

“Did he bring gunpowder? Or does he have some kind of innate ability?” Bao Li sized up Wen Lusen, unsure of what this demon was good at.

Seeing the swordsman care so much about Xiao's tattered robe, how could Bao Li not know that this was one of Wang Mu and Li Yue's companions?

“Dad! Take me down!” Ying'er had seen in the epic that Ruiven had once used Noremole as a spear to smash the Noose Fortress, and of course, he wanted to try it himself.

Some kind of magic flowed inside and outside the frozen lake. Ruiven couldn't see the situation below through his clairvoyant eyes, but he could guess that the companions that Bao Li and Li Yue wanted to rescue should be above.

“Yes, yes, I didn't expect…” Bao Li's hands didn't stop, the locusts were constantly decapitated.

“Lusen was right, there would be demons willing to help.” Bao Li exchanged blows with Ruiven, of course knowing that this Wen Lusen was definitely not human.

Overall, this swordsman was like a hedgehog with its own sword light, standing with his hands behind his back in the squeeze of the bone sea, retaliating effortlessly.

“Isn't there magic inside this city? You can't find the source of the magic, and you don't dare to open the ice?” During the time he communicated with Old Lu, Ruiven had already lit up the anchor point of Desolate City, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with Old Lu.

“I'll ask you first, are those people all up there?” Ruiven telepathically asked Bao Li, repeating the names of those people that Lusen cared about.

Ruiven put away his clone, switched to high-density self-healing bones, twisted them into a bone ball, broke through the locust swarm's obstruction, and squeezed towards the swordsman like he had squeezed Hunteral.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be guarding the tower and the foreign affairs office so closely.

After all, this sword was a sacred object of the skeleton clan, and could even be used to compete with the swords of the High Tower, which was enough to withstand this swordsman's dense offensive.

“Yes, yes, you didn't tempt Lusen.” Old Lu actually understood Wang Mu and Li Yue's thoughts very well.

Ruiven originally thought this city was unpleasant—if Nir really secured the "human" authority, it would obviously cause the wind and sand and desolation to spread to every piece of land.

【I'm practicing swordsmanship.】

Then instantly split Bao Li into 18 clones, dominoes and aberrant eyes all out, petrification rays and binding lines flying everywhere…

“Stand there for me!” Ruiven also shouted angrily, and then took out a tattered piece of paper from the shadow space.

Old Lu didn't answer.

Ruiven dumped garbage at the swordsman in the locust swarm.

Contrary to what Ruiven imagined, the swordsman actually didn't draw his sword—the sword was always tied to his back, he just moved his fingers slightly, right finger, left finger, and sword light flickered around his body, cutting off the locusts' bodies and heads.

“What are you doing here?” Ruiven asked about the situation here.

“I haven't practiced enough yet.” Old Lu's words deviated from his true thoughts.

【There's magic in the sandstorm, I can't handle it.】

Obviously, after Ruiven arrived, it was this Bao Li who was supporting it alone, resisting Nir's big mouth.

Ruiven realized for the first time that Wang Mu and Li Yue could be abbreviated as Lusen.

“Oh? It really isn't a bug…” The swordsman seemed surprised by Ruiven's attack method, the sword light flickered, cutting off Ruiven's bones and rays.

A swordsman from Jue Mountain?

Not a sword made by the craftsmen of Chaos Continent, but a sword from the East.

“Do you know where the source is?” Bao Li slightly raised his hand, with a tendency to hold the sword hilt.

“I am Wen Lusen, here to see Bao Li and Li Yue…” Ruiven roughly talked about the small villages in Desolate City and the process of getting to know Bao Li and Li Yue.

This completely exceeded Li Yue's expectations.

“Why not take them and escape?” Ruiven pressed.

But under Nir's gnawing, the office building was divided into two halves, extending long and deep cracks, spreading northward.

“Wouldn't it be better to blow it all up?”

【But that Snow… is very troublesome.】

“One sword breaks all laws, I'll chop you into bone scraps…” The swordsman didn't say much.

Li Yue had killed a swordsman in Isaac's memory using this kind of sword.

“Isn't this normal? Demons are very cold-hearted, as long as you offer enough, there will always be demons willing to help.” Ruiven saw the current situation of Desolate City and satirized.

Tsk…

How could a swordsman from Jue Mountain appear in Desolate City, on the west side of the Chaos Continent?

Seeing the paper is like seeing the person, the swordsman sheathed his sword and stood, his fingers circling, crushing the locusts' heads.

“Hmm? Xiao's robe?” Seeing Ruiven's clothes, the swordsman was also slightly surprised.

When Ruiven brought Lusen's philosophy into Bao Li's motivation, he also seemed to hear the swordsman's inner voice.

“My name is Old Lu, from over the mountain.” The swordsman pointed to the east, and then a circle of locusts' wings were cut off.

“Of course I don't know, but I don't need to know either.” Bao Li shook his head.

Old Lu's inner voice had another saying.

“It's good that everyone is here, how about you go down and inform them, and ask them to prepare?” Ruiven ignored these details for now, told Old Lu and then turned around and took off, retracing the south of Desolate City.

The locusts were a storm, while the swordsman's sword was like a fine rain that penetrated everywhere.

There's no point in fighting like this, just hand over the token!

“Where are our people!” Immediately afterwards, the swordsman roared angrily and rushed to Ruiven's face, the sharp intention already pressing on Ruiven's brain grooves.

So I saw the swordsman's true face.

“Didn't expect there to be a glimmer of hope?” Ruiven finally squeezed into the locust pile and saw the situation of the foreign affairs office as he wished.

Long hair tied haphazardly behind his head, stubble on his face, eyes bright and energetic.

“Yes, everyone is here…” Old Lu gave a definite answer.

That piece of sword tip that Ruiven saw in his palm was just a phantom.

Li Yue now misses the days of having a bone sword in his hand.