Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 712

Chapter 712: Lich – Grave Sovereign
Asmodeus examined the opponent with a sharp glare, like an eagle stalking its prey. He could feel a sense of nostalgia; this energy was something he’d faced before. No. It wasn’t Mephisto but something older, from a more distant memory.

The dense aura of death wasn’t divine, but instead complete death.

Mephisto’s death was akin to a god pretending to be.

“Nerim, pull back, use your magic to thin the horde.” He quickly sent more divine aura to restore Nerim’s state to the maximum. While tossing his Blood Reaver in Logan’s direction, with a low howl, the axe tore through the dead forest like a chainsaw.

Wooosh!

“Ack!? Ye almost too me ‘ead off ye bastard!” Logan cursed at Asmodeus as the Blood Reavers’ blade sliced a zombie just inches from his face. The speed and power of the axe pulled Logan off the ground, while sucking zombies into the vortex and ripping them apart.

“Pah! Pah!”

The poor dwarf spat the filthy blood and muck from his face as it dripped from his beard. He tried his best to avoid damage, but the blood and guts sprayed over him.

Behind them, Zahir’s blades danced through the air, wrapped in a golden flame. His talisman was special; although its effect was limited, it resembled Paul’s relic spells. “…” While tearing zombies apart, the young desert warrior couldn’t help but watch Asmodeus from the corner of his eye.

‘When did I tell him about this skill?’

These talismans were something he’d kept hidden.

Clang!

Logan smashed one of the huge orc zombies with his mace, then pushed forward, feet sliding through the sludge, all to crush its skull.

Boom!

Blood Reaver smashed into the ground just inches from the massive monster in the distance.

This was the aim of Asmodeus.

But the enemy’s explosion of aura poured more of its death element into the zombies, causing them to charge at the party like headless beasts.

‘Time to stop messing around.’

“LOGAN!” Asmodeus shouted the moment the dwarf overstepped himself… instantly, a massive burst of death energy shot in a wide arc, flooding the forest.

He instantly vanished, spurring the divine aura in his abdomen to teleport several metres with an instant blink. He grasped the collars of Logan and Nerim before tossing them both back.

Asmodeus turned to the wave of darkness that blotted out all light and raised his palm.

“Nonsense.”

Vwooom!

His divine aura formed a blood veil, the shield that protected Baltimore from destruction as it exploded with a thunderclap.

The instant he reached out, black fur wrapped his entire arm, partially transforming him into his Demon Sovereign form. He couldn’t trust Logan and Thorim enough to show his true form as a demon god. He just let his arms and legs transform.

“Who Are You?”

An ancient voice sounded from the depths of the dead forest, its tone carried an elegant yet outdated language. Thanks to spending his spare time studying his wives and the continent for the past six months, Asmodeus recognised the words but not the language itself.

‘It resembles the words inscribed on those earrings…’

“Speak, Mortal. How Do Thy Have Such Power!?”

Pulses of extreme death constantly collided with Asmodeus’s blood barrier. His eyes sharpened at the enemy; it wasn’t a god, nor was it an abyssal. But the nature of this foul, decrepit mana could corrupt both types of energy!

‘This is quite interesting…’

When fighting the Arbiters, he found his demonic mana struggled to dent their simple forms, but after fusing with the abyssal and gaining more divine aura. Asmodeus thought he’d reached the pinnacle of the world, but here… in this outback of the mainland, he discovered this familiar mana that could damage all three.

‘If not for the extreme effects, I might try absorbing it.’

But this was a foolish choice.

The melting flora, dying trees and corpses. Asmodeus instinctively knew this was dangerous and that he shouldn’t toy with it.

“I am human.”

He glanced back at Logan, Thorim and Zahir, who were quite a distance away. His blood wall pushed them back onto the opposite side of the road, where the forest remained green and filled with clean, delicious oxygen.

This forest of death carried a heavy, disgusting stench that didn’t just affect breathing, but a sharp, painful tingle spread through his throat like swallowing sharp pins. While he could resist the death energy to a level… it gathered, seeping through his flesh and skin, forcing him to cover his body with the black fur from his Demon Sovereign form.

“Nonsense! There is Only One Existence which creates this Aura… Nostalgic.”

Despite Asmodeus’ refusal, the existence came closer, and a dark purple light illuminated the black mist as it approached. The monster was coming, and with each step, the land shook… just from the sheer amount of mana this creature could manifest.

‘What the!?’

The fog recoiled as the figure emerged.

Its shape was vaguely humanoid, but wrong in every detail, too tall and with limbs that didn’t match in size or shape. The legs of a troll, the arm of an ogre. Its limbs elongated as a corpse stretched on a rack.

Blackened bone pierced through decayed armour, and within the gaps pulsed that same dense, suffocating death mana. A crown of fractured horns circled its skull, each etched with ancient runes that bled violet light.

“Do you recognise me, Demon?”

Bzzzzt!

Just the aura that wrapped the monster created an effect similar to arcs of lightning.

With every step, the forest died a little more. Grass greyed, trees sagged inward, and even the corpses beneath its feet dissolved into sludge.

Asmodeus exhaled slowly and gathered his divine aura, preparing to fight.

“A lich…”

This was something he’d once met as a fledgling adventurer, throwing his entire body to the limit, saved only by the limits created by the dungeon that stopped monsters from surpassing a certain strength.

But this Lich was clearly a monster from the ancient world!

The being stopped several dozen metres away. Empty sockets burned with dim purple stars.”Thou Knowest Me?” the voice asked, no mouth moving, the words vibrating directly through the air and his bones.

“Peh! I know your kind,” Asmodeus spat in response. He could feel his hair standing on end, the swirling power of his transformation begging him to unleash it all. To go crazy and crush this inferior beast, to devour it.

‘Damn, I really am a battle junkie.’

After attaining the first step of divinity, Asmodeus’s main domains were Time and Devouring.

To his sarcastic response, the pressure spiked.

Death mana slammed against his blood veil like an ocean wave. Cracks rippled across the crimson barrier, sizzling as divine energy reinforced it again and again. It reminded him of putting super-strong pipe cleaner in the sink to remove blockages.

Behind him, Logan swore under his breath. “Lad… whatever that is, it ain’t normal.” His feet stepped towards the boundary of the green forest without care.

“Stay back,” Asmodeus said flatly. “If you cross the veil, you’ll rot in seconds.”

Zahir tightened his grip, golden flames flickering uneasily. Even Nerim’s water magic hissed where it touched the corrupted air, evaporating into foul steam.

The Grave Sovereign tilted its head. “Then Thou Art a Liar,” it intoned. “A mere mortal that has barely stepped onto the divine path, a profane monster seeking enlightenment.” It began to speak complicated and contorted verses from a strange scripture held in its hand.

‘…’

With each line, another lash of black mana whipped his shield with the force of a hundred men. Black fur crept further up Asmodeus’ shoulders. His horns threatened to surface before he forced them down.

‘I must keep myself hidden!’

Although he managed to kill Grand Duke Darius, Serena warned him of the countless godborn and godsworn that existed on the mainland.

But he couldn’t be timid, and so Asmodeus stepped forward.

The ground beneath his feet exploded outward, death mana crushed flat by overwhelming force. His blood veil expanded, violently pushing the mist back and carving out a sphere of crimson clarity around him.

For the first time, the creature hesitated.

“Ah,” Asmodeus continued, eyes glowing faint gold through the haze. “So even the dead can show fear, how amusing.”

“You Dare!? Whelp! Know your place. Fool!” The lich raised its staff, the scripture snapping shut as the runes along its ribs flared violently. Death mana condensed, no longer spreading outward but folding inward, sharpening, refining.

The lich raised its staff. The scripture snapped shut as the runes along its ribs flared violently. Death mana condensed, no longer spreading outward but folding inward, sharpening, refining.

“Know my place?” the voice thundered, the ground fracturing beneath its feet. “I Ruled When Your Kind Still Crawled.”

A ring of black sigils ignited around it, and the air screamed as dozens of corpse-knights clawed their way up from the soil, their armour fused to bone, eyes burning violet.

Asmodeus clicked his tongue. “Fucking old monsters…”

He snapped his fingers.

Blood surged upward like a tide, spearing through the rising undead and reducing them to red mist before their swords cleared the dirt. His aura spiked just enough to bend time around his body, the world slowing by a fraction.

The lich recoiled half a step.

Asmodeus smiled, sharp and cold.

Not only did his blood barrier block the death mana, but it also slowed and devoured the bodies raised by the lich.

“To think your magic would teach me something.”

After realising his own divine path, he tried to fuse the Time domain with his blood wall spell, much like how the death domain of this lich fused with his mana. It was a genius and amazing ability… Asmodeus could only honestly admire his opponent.

“Neither divine nor Abyssal… and you can attain these heights.” Asmodeus closed his eyes, letting his weaker domain, the devouring domain, completely fuse with his blood magic.

From this moment on, as crackling red lightning struck the edges of his barrier, Asmodeus’s blood magic and demonic mana would contain the concept of Devouring. At the same time, his divinity used Time magic.

While preparing for battle, he wondered what concept he could apply to his Abyssal energy.

“Old man, let’s see if you can die.”