Demon King Evolution History

Beatrice Basra walked down the rusty stairs with a weary step.

She had just moved here from Itokami Island on the small yacht that she 'operated' for communication.

While taking off his good-quality coat, Beatoris undid the buttons of his shirt one by one from top to bottom.

When she turned into a posture showing off her ample 'chest', she untied her hair knot without any fuss.

The mask of the intellectual research director was torn off, revealing his original aggressive scene.

Untied the demon registration card whose signal connection was disconnected, and she opened the thick metal 'door'.

This is a sealed area created by renovating the ship's warehouse, and what she pushed open was the door of the laboratory prepared by Kensei Hase for the magic ceremony.

"It's an unsightly experimental ship as always. The food is also terrible. It's a shame he can stay in a place like this for a long time."

Looking around at the laboratory that Keno Haase called the altar, Beatoris confided his lack of emotion.

It was a narrow room filled with countless medical equipment.

It is not only like a centralized treatment room in a large hospital, but also like a laboratory for studying dangerous bacteria.

Or a majestic temple to worship the gods

In any case, for Beatores, who is a demon, this is a place far from being comfortable with his heart.

"After all, it's an illegal experiment, there's no way."

The one who answered Beatrice's question was a man standing in the back of the room.

A gray-haired man with a solemn face.

The age is about 50 years old.

He wasn't very tall, but he was surprisingly a man with a sense of coercion.

A person who has practiced alchemy and magic to the extreme, and tries to use the miracles created by himself to change the world.

Also magician Hayase Xiansheng.

"Although it is expected, the amount of miasma produced by the simulated angels above the fifth stage is too much when activated. Even if this is a demon special zone, if such a large amount of miasma is exiled, the special zone will definitely be unavoidable A mandatory search by the police force."

Staring at the front glass window tirelessly, Haase Keno said.

On the opposite side of the tempered glass that has been stacked several times, a girl is sleeping.

Pure white walls and marble floors engraved with holy verses.

Surrounded by medical electronic equipment, there are seven 'beds'.

But there is only one girl who is sleeping.

To be precise, there is only one left now.

"Then, what's going on? How's the status of the mock angel?"

Beatoris asked in a nonchalant tone.

And Kensei Haase said without even turning his head.

"Very well. The spiritual center and path absorbed from the outside have also stabilized. Although there is still some damage from the last battle, it can be recovered tonight."

"I heard that mask was destroyed during the battle."

Looking at the sleeping girl, Beatores accused.

Originally, a girl's beautiful face should be covered by a metal mask.

"The degree of influence is only minor. There will be no problem. It is expected that the thinking restraint will be incapacitated when the seventh stage is reached."

"Ah yes. So how do you plan to control that monster?"

"Control...how can that kind of thing be done?"

Kensei Haase who turned his head showed a faint mocking expression.

"Although it is a simulation, it is still a messenger of God after all. Once a model angel of this level is released, it is almost equivalent to a natural disaster. It is best not to think about being able to 'manipulate' it as a prop."

"...I haven't heard of it, that kind of thing."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow.

What Keno Haase intends to produce is nothing more than a commodity to Megascraft, which is the investor.

But props that cannot be controlled have no value as commodities at all.

"Don't worry. It can be imagined as a kind of bomb. The molded angel after awakening can fight the enemy under the urging of instinct, and ascend to heaven when the duty is over. As the name suggests."

"Ah...so that's the case...well, even if it's like this, it's worth selling, isn't it?"

Scratching his hair and murmuring, Beatoris turned his gaze to the girl on the bed again.

A silver-haired girl with untidy and ugly wings.

That is the girl who used to be called Haze Natsune.

"In the end, the only one who survived was your 'daughter', right? How do you feel?"

"It was something that was expected from the beginning."