Chapter 30
: The Fated Demon King
boom--
Gunshots rang out in the empty church.
Blood splattered in the moonlight.
The little painter stood still, without falling down.
He only leaned back slightly.
The cervical spine stretches out an elegant curve, like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings.
Then slowly, very slowly, straightened up.
"This is a trial, a trial from the past..."
The moonlight shone on his face, and black mist seemed to surge out of the bullet holes like living things.
It was wrapped around his head, his face, and his whole body.
Finally, it stopped.
The black mist dissipated, and figures took flight.
The little painter has completely transformed.
That form was almost perfect.
With its prominent horns and graceful movements, it was covered in royal remains, like obsidian forged from iron and blood.
He hovered in mid-air, his wings slowly unfolding behind him.
It resembles a giant cross.
Moonlight streamed down through the rose windows of the dome, piercing the faces of saints into black holes in the stained glass.
Even the gods closed their eyes.
He opened his arms.
The sounds rang out simultaneously from all directions, echoing and overlapping.
Like whispers from countless centuries resonating between the church's stone walls:
"The Witcher".
"Welcome to Coronation Night."
Qiao Ye looked up at the shadow under the moonlight.
[Demon Hunter Knowledge] activates at this moment—
【name:???】
【grade:???】
[Description: He is God's enemy, who will wield the sword against God's chosen people. He brings nightmares, curses, and an eternally dark future to the world.]
[Weakness: He has not yet witnessed the destined war; He is a king, but has not yet broken free of his cocoon. You may draw your sword against Him, but He will never die before His destined death arrives.]
The Demon King raised his right hand, and Walther's PPK gun muzzle was once again pressed against his right temple.
boom--
A shot rang out.
The black mist burst open, like torn black silk fluttering in the wind.
"Come, my servant."
He said, "Manstein!"
The first shadow emerged from nothingness.
Qiao Ye moved swiftly, the Nun's Cleaver appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the dark figure.
however--
He swung his sword down, and all that could be heard was the mournful sound of metal clashing against metal.
Qiao Ye's arm trembled violently, and he raised his knife to defend himself.
He looked at the dark figure.
[Demon Hunter Knowledge] activated—
【Name: ? - The Demon Manstein】
【grade:???】
[Description: He is a servant of the Demon King, born of destiny, destined to usher in his own era.]
[Weakness: He has not yet witnessed the destined war; his demonic body has not yet fully formed. One day, he will be sublimated in iron and blood, becoming the perfect demon form.]
This……
Qiao Ye frowned.
Fortunately, it's still early.
Not to mention the war these demons are waiting for, even World War I has not broken out.
The Demon King's retinue has not yet reached its perfect form; in fact, the prefix "demon" can only be represented by a question mark.
It wasn't that Qiao Ye couldn't see through it; it was simply that he didn't.
These titles will be bestowed upon them in wars of iron and blood.
The Demon King still didn't stop.
boom--
The third shot.
A new shadowy figure appeared, accompanied by the roar and rumble of an engine, and threw a punch.
[The Demon Guderian]!
Qiao Ye dodged to the side, but the nun countered with a slash, severing half of his shoulder.
The black mist burst forth, only to regenerate in an instant.
boom--
boom--
The Demon King fired two more shots.
Two new dark figures appeared simultaneously.
Yellow sand and smoke suddenly rose, and the desert wind crashed into the church, carrying a dry, murderous intent.
【The Demon Rommel】
Meanwhile, a tall, slender figure stood to the side, his cold gaze fixed on Qiao Ye.
[The Demon Goebbels]
Four now!
At this moment, Qiao Ye had to face four shadowy figures all by himself.
Are there any more?
The Demon King gave an answer.
bang-bang-bang-
Three shots.
Three new dark figures appeared and joined the army that was besieging Qiao Ye.
【The Demon Göring】
[The Demon Himmler]
【The Demon Heydrich】
Seven demonic figures gathered here.
Standing beneath the Demon King, an oppressive feeling surged forth like a mountain.
They were in no hurry to kill them.
It's just progressing slowly.
Each step made the moonlight shatter even smaller.
With each step, Qiao Ye's breathing became heavier.
"The Witcher".
The Demon King lowered his head, looking at his opponent.
"You should be satisfied with my attitude."
"Yeah?"
Qiao Ye showed no fear. He gripped the nun's knife tightly and asked in return.
"Don't you have any more relatives?"
"That's enough."
"That's good."
As soon as Qiao Ye finished speaking, he moved.
He did not rush towards any of the demons.
Instead, it rushed up to the dome.
The nun plunged her sword into the stone pillar, using the momentum to leap upwards, her entire body hanging upside down like a bat in the shadows beneath the rose window.
Seven demons raised their heads at the same time.
Too slow.
Qiao Ye loosened the hilt of the knife, letting his body fall.
In the instant of his fall, he crossed his hands—
The nun switched from her left hand to her right, and from a regular grip to a reverse grip.
The moonlight pierced through his back.
He landed behind the devil Goebbels.
A backhand slash.
【Demon Slayer!】
The blade sliced open the back of the neck, and black mist spewed out.
"The first one."
Goebbels' body fell forward, but turned into black smoke and dissipated before hitting the ground.
"really!"
Qiao Ye felt much more at ease.
Without experiencing the destined battle, these unformed demons are not very powerful.
It's roughly between Grade E and Grade D.
We can handle it!
Qiao Ye knew in his heart that he could not truly kill these demons.
Their fate is tied to that of the Demon King.
As long as the Demon King exists, they will continue to be reborn.
But Qiao Ye didn't stop.
He rolled forward with the force of his landing, and Demon Goring's fist grazed his scalp before smashing through three rows of benches.
Wood chips flew everywhere.
Qiao Ye rose from the wood chips, turned around, and swept his sword with a nun's cut.
The blade sliced open Göring's knee.
The massive body lost its balance and fell forward.
Qiao Ye stepped on his back and used the momentum to leap up.
A person is in mid-air.
The demon Rommel had already pounced, the yellow sand condensing into sharp blades on his fists.
Qiao Ye did not dodge.
He twisted his body in mid-air, letting the sand blade graz his ribs.
Blood splattered in the moonlight.
At the same time, his knife pierced Rommel's throat.
There are four left.
The demon Guderian had already charged forward, the roar of his engine echoing in his silhouette, his punches as fast as cannonballs.
Qiao Ye raised his knife to parry.
The clang of metal rang out.
Qiao Ye's arm went numb, and he took three steps back.
Guderian took three more steps.
Every punch lands hard, every slash draws blood.
Qiao Ye had no way out.
He didn't intend to back out.
When Guderian's fourth punch came, Qiao Ye stopped blocking it.
He turned to the side.
A fist grazed past his chest.
At the same time, he swung his knife upwards—
To open up the abdomen.
Black mist spewed from the blade, spraying all over Qiao Ye's face.
But it's not over yet.
At that very moment, as Qiao Ye killed Guderian, Goebbels, the first man to be killed, had already been reborn.
"This is so troublesome..."
Qiao Ye gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, showing no fear.
"Luckily, I have plenty of time to play with you guys!"
The night is still long.
Qiao Ye continued his charge, showing no intention of retreating, and relentlessly fought back with his sword.
A constant notification sound kept coming to my ears—
Your "Serpent School Swordsmanship" skill has gained +1 experience.
Your "Serpent School Swordsmanship" skill has gained +1 experience.
[Your "Demon Slayer!" has gained +1 experience]
[Your "Demon Slayer!" has gained +1 experience]