Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 711

Chapter 711: The Opposite of Divinity
Asmodeus stepped back and scanned the mountain with a single glance. His eyes, like golden torches, allowed him to become the master of the battlefield. Once the distant corpses oozing excess necrotic aura approached, he smiled.

“Nerim, don’t push too far.”

With a single command, her body accepted his words; she shortened her stride by half, using her spear to keep the zone in front of her under control.

‘Her growth is quite satisfying.’

He observed Nerim’s posture, the way her curved hips lowered and prepared for the rushing enemy, and despite the foul stench that filled the area, she remained stalwart.

“Zahir, protect Thorim and Vivi, use your flame talisman.”

“Lad?”

Thorim glanced at Asmodeus, who remained idle, standing in the centre of the group, just ahead of Zahir and Thorim. He looked at the old dwarf with a smile. “Give em hell, Old timer. I’ll keep your body safe.”

Fwoom!

With the snap of his fingers, a blood-red flame burst into existence, flickering at the tip of Asmodeus’s finger. It hissed from the immense heat before he blew gently. The small flame fluttered like a fallen petal, wrapping Logan’s exposed flesh.

“Ack!? It’s too hot!”

Although hot, it would never burn him.

Asmodeus just smiled.

“Don’t be silly, Logan, just fight.”

Hundreds of rotting bodies clattered their bones towards the ground; more followed. Their strength grew with each inch of the forest they defiled. ‘There must be a source…’ He thought, glancing across the mountain. ‘Is it that?’ A dense aura of death lingered, deep, deep into the forest depths.

“Well, what a nostalgic aura.”

It wasn’t Mephisto’s aura, no. But another, likely a minor or ancient god of death.

Asmodeus could feel ‘something’ fell here, in this place just north of the mainland’s imperial territories. “Strengthen your aura, Nerim. I know it’s tough, breathe harder… take slow, focused breaths.” He wanted to guide these mortals, especially Vivi and Nerim… one would become akin to family, while the other would be his concubine or wife.

Logan’s new mace extended its shaft to two metres, with a huge, mithril-spiked head almost the size of an orc’s head, double the size of a normal human.

“This baby cost me so much gold, let’s test ‘er out!” His strong, Celtic accent leaked the more excited the old man became as he rushed forward.

His short legs sank into the desolate mud, a dirty swamp of corroding mush, leaves, dirt and dead animals all mixed in a filthy cauldron to empower the undead.

With a gruff shout, Logan leapt into a group of monsters, the zombies half decomposed, with four arms, broken legs and visible bones… some carried hammers and blades and half rotten leather and primitive metal armour. These were bodies of dead monsters, dead adventurers from ancient times.

Boom!

His mace crashed into the ground, splintering it with huge waves of disgusting water. The shockwave triggered by his earth magic shattered several of the zombies instantly, as he rolled back to avoid a zombie’s sharp claws.

“Hah!”

A burst of sharp tendrils of water shot from the spear of Nerim as she slid through the filth, using a layer of pure fluid to avoid the corrosive sludge. Her blade shone ice blue as it vibrated with a hum, stabbing through the zombie ahead like a finger through jelly.

Her body twisted, avoiding several attacks. Using her agile and flexible skeleton to bend backwards, letting their blades cut through thin air.

“Nerim, Jump to the right.”

“Yes, Master.” Without thinking, she called Asmodeus master, her tone soft and affectionate. The movements of her body and aura moved as if controlled directly by his words.

Asmodeus flicked his hands in the air, controlling his divine aura, which sank into the depths of the swamp ahead, creating bubbles of golden heat. “Good, so good.” He chuckled as Nerim twirled her weapon, letting it cut through the outstretched vines and limbs of the surging monsters.

Dozens fell in the first clash, but Asmodeus never focused fully on the battle; he grit his teeth. The sound of groans overwhelmed the more he boosted his senses using Divine aura, trying to find the source…

‘Is it a monster, a relic?’ He just couldn’t tell why the corpses continued to rise, unless his party destroyed their brains.

“Look out, Father!” Thorim cried out as a large zombie, clearly some kind of orc or evolved variant, slammed a broken axe down on Logan’s head.

“Whoa!”

The dwarf could never be called nimble, but… a little clumsy, he’d slip, trip and roll, avoiding death with the skin of his teeth.

The orc’s axe smashed into the dirty water, creating a wave of decay. It surged across the few lively trees, instantly melting their bark like acid. Logan’s right arm hissed as the bloody flames burned the filth, purifying the swamp water. “Oh, this is good!”

“Come on you big dirty orc! This dwarf will take ye down!”

Logan gripped his mithril mace with a twisted grin, the dirt dripping from his cheeks as he became reckless, knowing Asmodeus’s flame would protect him from the corrosive aura leaking into the swamp.

Clang!

With a huge sweeping blow, the orc’s axe sliced from Logan’s shin to his chest, but the old man shrank his mace to a small size. Using the reinforced pole with several layers. He pushed the force to the side the instant it clashed with him and twisted like a short, ugly little ginger fairy and wrapped around the orc.

“Come on ye’ bastard!”

Deng!

The mace hit the orc’s knee with a disgusting crack; the bone and cartilage practically exploded, causing the huge thing to droop to the side and fall.

Swoosh!

‘Damn this dwarf knows how to enjoy this…’

Asmodeus guided the divine aura around Logan and Nerim, allowing them to avoid its blind spots and focus only on combat, learning and adapting. If he wished to take them home in the future, then this was what he promised.

Nerim’s heart raced; she loved to fight… after ceremonial dances and singing. It was her most beloved activity. The moment she felt the warmth of Asmodeus seep into her body, like a gentle, guiding light, she closed her eyes and followed his words.

With the spear gifted to her by her adoptive parents and the desire to grow stronger, she entrusted herself to him and his guidance.

Swing.

Thrust.

Jump.

Her movements tightened, his words faded, becoming lower, and soon stopped as she deflected, parried and killed the monsters with just her instinct. The fire he lit with the guidance burned more, consuming her doubts, her fear and then spurred her on.

Ocean blue mana danced around her body, like a divine raiment of water.

“I feel so alive!”

‘Well…’

For Asmodeus, his eyes remained enchanted by her choice of clothes, the thin blue dancer’s outfit fluttering like leaves in the wind, revealing her pale white sling and panties. He couldn’t help but cough whenever her pure, brown buttocks flashed with a single white string clamped between them.

‘Let’s focus on the battle.’

Whenever zombies came close, his magic automatically fired beams of concentrated energy, different from divine aura; it was just a basic firebolt spell amplified to the limit. ‘This defensive magic didn’t help much, but why did I stopped using it?’

Once he became a demon lord, his mind split, allowing magic to be cast by a “sub-brain.”

But this magic was limited to basic spells like Fire Lance or Fire Arrows. The amount of mana to use this spell by splitting his brain was more than triple the normal cost.

However, now he used divine and abyssal aura as his main source of energy, so his demonic mana usually remained after combat ended.

Thus, he started using it again.

‘Can it cast buff magic automatically?’

Asmodeus didn’t lack destructive power; what he needed more was a power to improve himself, his allies and maybe heal them in a dangerous moment. Demonic mana struggled to heal normal people… but some spells existed.

He thought back to the [Dark Heal], which used his own health to heal others. This could be useful because of his immense life force, and after gaining divine aura, he learned how to mess with the elements of his spells…

‘Can I add a bit of divine aura to Dark Heal to make it stronger, or lose the downside?’

“Well…”

Slash!

Without looking, his right hand cut the air, beheading an undead that rushed at him. It seemed that, other than Nerim, Asmodeus also grew stronger after fighting the perverted Arbiter in that strange world.

“Logan, Nerim pull back, move towards me!”

Suddenly, the ground shook, something from the depths roared, and there was a beast or existence that noticed him. Noticed them slaying the undead in a way that stopped them from rising again.

“Lad, give me a hand! Ack, these stinky bastards won’t stop!”

“Master, give me a moment!”

Both Logan and Nerim fought like beasts, enough to cause Zahir and Thorim’s eyes to widen at the chaotic battle where only the enemy took damage.

As if Asmodeus transformed from a berserker to some kind of composer of battle.

“GRRRRR!”

“W-What!?”

“Oh goddess!”

The loud noise shook the air, as if it froze even the atoms.

Everything stopped.

The sunlight inverted and turned into darkness… a cloud or mist of death surged towards them like a landslide of death.

Asmodeus grit his teeth and grabbed Blood Reaver while dashing towards Logan and Nerim with a huge, twisted grin on his face… the golden light in his eyes now pitch black as his body transformed.

“Prepare for the actual fight!”