Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 684

684: To fulfil a promise 684: To fulfil a promise Asmodeus clenched his fists and exhaled with a strange smile.

‘How did this happen?’ Three swirls of aura twisted around his arms.

Along with the divine and demon auras, he could now use a smaller trace of abyssal aura.  Red, Gold and Black are the three energies inside him that became intertwined and flowed together like toothpaste.

‘Well…

can I be racist to abyssal beasts now?’  He thought quietly while adjusting his breath to calm his raging blood.

The change in his aura affected the balance and flow of his entire body.

Asmodeus watched Nerim’s scales become more vibrant, covering more of her abdomen and cheeks…

as if she was becoming more mermaid than human.  BANG!

CRACK!

Suddenly, the monster slammed both Zahir and Logan with its arms and shattered the ice restraining it.  “Ack!” “Ugh!” Before the monster could follow up, Asmodeus reached into the air, creating two hands that grabbed the pair before they smashed into the wall and placed them down.

He then faced the monster head-on.  Thorim’s height appeared taller than when he first appeared, the arms growing from his back reformed and twisted into inhuman shapes, and yet still functioned as arms.

They curved and twisted with two joints that twisted in a complete circle.

“Well, are you going to attack, or should I?”  The monster’s silver body shimmered with dark purple veins bulging between the gaps, an abyssal aura oozing from its body.

It tilted its head while twisting its tongue in the air.  ‘Is this fucker trying to analyse me?’ Asmodeus didn’t like it when bastards looked at him with gleaming eyes.

Even if it was Thorim inside the exoskeleton, he gripped his axe and exhaled.  “If you keep looking at my like that I’ll cut you down.”  “Grrrrrr!”  The moment his body adjusted, all three powers flowed evenly inside him.  Divine blood fueled his aura and empowered his body.

Demon blood amplified his magical and physical prowess.

Abyssal blood amplified and fueled his aura and magic, but also carried corruption.

If not for his demon blood acting as a paste between the two, and the divine blood purifying the corruption portion of his abyssal blood, then Asmodeus would have died an agonising death or transformed into the same monster as Thorim.  ‘Well, I assumed this was the cause after slaughtering so many Taken…

they didn’t have demonic or divine power, so their inferior mana became corrupted by the leaking abyssal energies.’  Asmodeus’s eyes shimmered with a gold hue as he examined his opponent. The only good point was that Thorim’s body endured the transformation.

Crack~ The monster shifted its weight, shattering a rock as it lowered itself to attack.  Asmodeus lifted his axe above one shoulder before leaning forward, a smile on his face.

Woosh!

In a flash, they rushed at each other, ten blades against one great axe.  Da-Da-Da-Da-Dang!  With a flash of silver, black and red, Asmodeus danced around the monster, twirling, swaying as his blade’s momentum increased with each strike.

The monster’s swords deflected, parried and rebounded with ease.  “A monster shouldn’t fight blindly, against their superior.”  As if training a demon knight, he kicked, slapped and punched the monster each time it failed to damage him.  “Grrr!”  He stepped on the monster’s thigh and kicked Thorim’s head, smashing him against the wall, before cleaving the arms growing from his back.

Clang!

Suddenly, the monster’s broadsword collided with Asmodeus’s axe, blocking the blood reaver’s deathblow with a rain of red sparks.

“Oh?” ‘This monster…

is the boy’s consciousness still there?’  Their clash became more powerful as Asmodeus pushed the monster to its limits.

Just like a master training a disciple, he shouted out mistakes, punished errors and then avoided the swift counterattacks from the creature.

“Phew.” Asmodeus slammed the monster against the dungeon wall using Blood Reaver and glanced back at his party.

Logan’s eyes opened wide in shock, while Zahir bandaged and treated their wounds, and the biggest change was the beautiful siren now sitting in silence, watching their fight.  Nerim’s scales wrapped around the side of her face and cheeks, then along her abdomen, protecting her gills, which shimmered with a deep sapphire blue colour.

Her pink hair looked like candyfloss, hanging over one shoulder.

Her eyes didn’t watch Asmodeus, but the monster with a faint blue glow.

‘She’s become prettier, can she rival Asmodea now?’ The monster growled and dragged itself from the broken stones and dirt.

Asmodeus destroyed seven of the ten arms.

And now used five swords with three hovering behind its head, the other two crossed in front of it.

“M….ore…..” A strange voice came from the monster.  It wasn’t the growl or groan of a beast, but an almost human tone.

Thorim lifted his arms, this time in a more organised fashion, shifting one leg forward and matching Asmodeus when he used his axe.  “Oh?

Then, let’s move onto the next lesson.” *** Clang!

“Lad, what the heck is going on?” Logan’s eyes widened as he watched the young man he had met recently fighting with the monster that easily destroyed him like a child.

“Why is he treating it like a human?” Although his heart raced, and each time the monster spoke, it resonated in his mind, Logan couldn’t accept that it was his child.

He gripped his bent mace, but the damage to his body stopped him from rushing into combat.

Asmodeus danced like the mermaid when she sang, his axe twirling through the air, forming a hurricane of blood and death.

Deng!

The monster lifted off the ground with both hands holding its last greatsword.  “Fall!” A low, groaning voice, but it carried a Celtic tone.

“No way!”  Asmodeus flicked his wrist, and with a simple movement, his axe deflected the sword, and his left knee crashed into the monster’s chest.

‘Amazing, the lad was so strong.’  Logan’s skin tingled, with slight bumps forming on the surface.

Zahir’s eyes were like torches watching the two collide.

For the past hour, Asmodeus slowly whittled down the monster’s strength, cutting an arm off every ten minutes.

“Sir Logan, are you alright?” Zahir’s injured arm shifted, holding a small red potion towards the aged dwarf.

“Please take it, and help.” However, the dwarf shook his head.

“No lad, you take it and recover your arm, if those bones heal badly you’ll never use a sword again.” He smiled and turned his focus back to the fight, watching Asmodeus kick the monster with brutal strikes.

BANG!

Finally, after almost two hours, the monster’s last sword shattered and dropped beside it.

Asmodeus destroyed the monster’s silver armour and revealed the black and purple veins that brought dread to Logan’s mind.

“Are you done, Thorim?”  “Eh!?” Logan gasped at Asmodeus’s words.

However, what shocked him was that the monster looked up in silence, groaning before it spoke again.

“Y….yes…Too strong….” Asmodeus remained still in Logan’s eyes.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and that’s when he offered a hand to the monster.

“Do you want to become stronger, to return to the world above?” “….above?” He smiled at the monster’s different tone.

After so long in the dungeon, it’s obvious that Asmodeus knew something that the others didn’t.

Logan could only watch in complete shock.

He noticed the voice the more it spoke.  ‘Thorim!’ ‘It’s my boy!’ “If you take my hand, I will return your form and make you stronger than ever before.”  Asmodeus didn’t change his tone.

His voice almost sounded emotionless, but a powerful aura of blood-red flames billowed around him.

“Power…

I…

accept.” “Good.” Logan’s heart clenched, he almost stopped breathing, unaware of what the young man would do, but that’s when he turned to him and, with a faint smile, he nodded.

“I’ll keep my promise now, friend.”  Then, with a flash of light, Asmodeus hugged the monster covered in foul veins.

“LAD!” *** Darkness.

A void of light was all that greeted Asmodeus.

The moment he hugged the young dwarf, his entire body became cold, as if falling into a lake of ice.

His lungs tightened, and sharp pricks assaulted all his organs.

Immediately after touching the monster, the balance of his powers collapsed.

Purple and black ichor pumped into his blood, veins, skin, muscles and bones.

Abyssal power began to fuse and bind to every cell that made up the man Asmodeus.

“Ngh….

this is a little dangerous.” He grunted.

This darkness wasn’t the real world, he could tell, but the pain and sense of isolation weren’t false either.

Before he could figure everything out, he took a deep breath and gave up resisting the painful invasion of the abyssal energy.  ‘He’s here…

somewhere.’  Asmodeus sensed something inside the purple light.

He allowed himself to sink deeper and let the aura of the beast overwhelm him like ink staining a pure white cloth.

Asmodeus knew he wouldn’t be the same after this ended; he might become more violent or a true monster.

But he could see it.

Thorim’s soul, his spirit.  A figure curled up in the darkness.

He needed someone to save him before he vanished.

As Asmodeus sank further into the darkness, the figure’s face became clearer, a spitting image of Logan…

with small tears in his spirit.  “I am here.”  He called out to the figure.

The figure shook before quickly looking around and opening its mouth.

“Where!?” Asmodeus closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself.

Then kicked his legs, swimming through the darkness, the sharp pain tearing through his soul as if bitten by a thousand sharks.

“Here.” With an outstretched arm, he grasped the figure’s hand.

“A-Ah….

finally….someone found me…!” “Your father sent me.” However, before the figure could respond, Asmodeus opened his mouth and sucked in the darkness; he devoured it and then tossed the figure away.

Thorim’s body shot into the skies and quickly vanished in a flash of light.

“Well…”  “Am I fucked?” Asmodeus could only look at his figure, which became a monster…

several arms, sharp blades growing from them…  His own shadow became several metres in size.