Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Dragon-Slaying Crossbow!
Thunder crackled like a distant hammer in the skies, black arcs striking the forest with violent bolts of lightning. Death spread with each second the Lich existed, his domain of death growing unnaturally with each death.

Asmodeus clenched his fists, pulling the divine and abyssal energy from his abdomen, spreading it through his limbs, to reinforce his muscles, bones and skin.

‘This aura is dangerous.’

“Foolish, Mortal!”

The Lich swung its claws and clashed against the barrier. A single blow cracked the surface of the red dome like a rock shattering ice on a lake.

With low crackles, Asmodeus stepped closer, his axe shimmering with a dark, purple light. The devouring domain was much weaker than his time domain.

Asmodeus rushed forward with focused eyes.

The world moved half a pace slower than usual, allowing him to avoid the rusted weapons of the undead, ducking and shifting through the sloppy mud to evade their blows.

“Fall!”

Seven sharp spears of purple blood buzzed behind his back, the automatically cast spells instantly exploded in a wide arc, like a shotgun blast, tearing through the undead.

“!!!”

The Lich lifted both arms, blocking its face, while chanting ancient words. A mysterious barrier of black mist formed around its body, along with another set of ten huge shadowy figures resembling orcs.

‘These things are useless!’

He pushed forward, his arms swung the huge battle axe with a noisy howl, cutting, cleaving and churning through the undead.

Vwooom!

His axe tore apart the black mist protecting the Lich.

However, immediately after the mist reformed, as if Asmodeus never touched it.

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue and jumped back to avoid the shadowy spear thrust towards his throat by one of the seven shadows. “What are these things!?”

Irritation gathered on the surface as he ripped and tore apart the shadows, using his huge claws and axe like a whirlwind; the shadow orcs exploded into a gust of darkness, then reformed a moment later behind Asmodeus.

And then struck at him!

Woosh!

Five heavy clubs slammed against his back, while two spears twisted with vicious, piercing thrusts.

He moved in a blur; the enhanced senses from his divine domain of time slowed everything within his direct vision and area by twenty per cent. The first club flashed beside his cheek, leaving a tiny cut; the second missed his right shoulder as Asmodeus leaned to the side.

Da-Da-Deng!

A simple twirl of his spear deflected the remaining blows, as he danced like a moonlight warrior, his figure barely visible to the group.

“Lass, we cannae help like this!” Logan held Nerim’s shoulder as she tried to rush forward. He knew her feelings, but the pressure from their magic and aura was enough to slow Logan’s movements by half.

‘It’s as if two heavy weights are pressing on my shoulders…’

He glanced at his son, then back to Nerim, who bit her lip so hard crimson streams dripped down her chin. The monster wasn’t something their pitiful skills could contend with; the only thing keeping them safe was the barrier wrapping the forest.

‘Damn it… Think, ya useless old bastard!’

The frustration of watching his ally and friend fighting a huge, twisted abomination didn’t sit well with Logan. He grasped his heavy crossbow and glanced back at their weapons. Then a flash of inspiration triggered in his head.

‘The girls’ water could affect that damn black mist… if only a wee bit!’

BOOM!

Once again, the two clashed with Asmodeus cutting through the Lich’s armour and dealing a heavy blow, cutting its right shoulder down to the waist. Filthy, corrupted blood sprayed from the wound, filling the forest with an even denser aura of death.

“Lass! Can ye coat my dragon-slaying arrows with your magic!?” Logan shouted to her. He unfastened the huge crossbow, something he paid extra money for. It unfolded into a metre-long crossbow, with huge, deadly bolts longer than his arms.

A dwarven masterpiece, the hand-ballista.

“Y-Yeah… it’ll be a little difficult but I can!” Nerim’s worry immediately shattered, and she placed both hands together, chanting in the ancient language of the Siren.

Swirls of water shaped like serpents gathered at her feet, slowly enveloping and wrapping her body, exploding and amplifying her curves as she continued to pray.

“Zahir, can you lend me a fire enhancement talisman!?”

“For a crossbow bolt!?”

The young desert warrior looked confused.

Although he trusted Logan like an uncle, he worried about using these limited talismans. He glanced at the huge Lich fighting Asmodeus in a brutal melee; the shadows gathered in combat now at least fifteen.

“But it can only affect one!”

Zahir wasn’t stingy, but these things took a lot of his qi to create and paint… if not for his lack of talent with mana and qi, then it wouldn’t be so dangerous to use them.

“Please, lad! If we can help that big fool, we’ll be safe!”

He glanced at Asmodeus, who jumped to the side, only for his back to be torn apart by an ogre’s shadow clawing his back with a spiked mace.

The moment he staggered, using his flesh as a shield to protect them, Zahir stopped holding back and tossed the dark yellow paper towards the crossbow. “Don’t waste it!” He yelled.

“Don’cha worry!” Water gathered around the tip of the strangely shaped arrow, while the talisman glued itself to the crossbow, creating a flickering ember along the shaft where the dragon-slaying bolt slipped into place.

“OI LAD! AVOID THIS!”

He knelt and aimed.

This huge mini ballista hummed as the two magics fused while the tip of the arrow was shaped like a pear, with several small holes. The moment it moved, a low rattle of metal sounded from the tip.

“Filthy monstrosities, taste the power of this wee little dwarf!”

Clack!

WOOOOOOOOOSH!

A loud whistle sounded as the massive spear-like bolt lanced through the air, and the small holes created a sound similar to a dragon roaring.

The moment it reached close to Asmodeus, the flames from the chamber wrapped the tip of the arrow, super-heating the tiny specs of silver inside… a molten hot arrow filled with searing shrapnel.

Asmodeus glanced back, his eyes widened for a moment, before he lowered himself, and condensed the blood dome, “more…shrink! more!” The four metre aura shrank by half, then another until it barely wrapped his body with a small amount extra.

“Finally, you surrender!”

Facing twenty shadow monsters and the necromancer Lich, he could only kneel and close his eyes, forcing his divine aura to reinforce the wall.

VWOOM!

Blood bubbled and filled the cracks, seeping through the holes and forming a second layer, then a third as the entire blood wall solidified.

The bolt Logan fired flew past his face.

‘What the hell!?’

All he saw was a brilliant red bolt wrapped in a water dragon.

“Foolish, what child’s play!” The Lich mocked, striking down with its deformed arm, the huge claw about to destroy the crossbow bolt.

The claw never reached the bolt.

The moment it struck the barrier of black mist, the pear-shaped tip split apart with a metallic shriek.

KRAAASH!

The dragon-slaying bolt detonated midair.

Thousands of enchanted steel needles erupted outward in a violent sphere, each fragment spinning and screaming as fire talismans ignited them from within.

The shadow orcs were the first to be hit.

Their forms shredded apart in an instant, their bodies perforated and torn into drifting tatters of darkness. Those that tried to reform were pinned to the ground, nailed in place by burning steel that devoured the death mana holding them together.

The Lich shrieked.

Its mist barrier ruptured like rotten cloth as the needles punched through, embedding themselves into bone, armour, and scripture alike. Black ichor burst outward, splashing against the forest floor and sizzling as divine fire ate through it.

“Impossible—!”

Before it could recover, the second enchantment struck.

The water dragon coiled tightly around the explosion point, compressing violently before crashing forward in a roaring torrent. Siren magic surged, purifying, scouring, washing away the death mist entirely. The Lich’s barrier collapsed with a deafening hiss, leaving its core exposed for the first time.

Asmodeus felt the pressure vanish.

His eyes snapped open.

“So fucking cool!” He said with excitement.

His blood veil was also thoroughly damaged by the explosion.

‘Didn’t that old man pay 100 gold for each bolt. He’s going to complain about this later… damn it.’

He rose from his knee, blood veil evaporating as the damaged parts of his black armoured fur repaired themselves with a disgusting, fleshy movement. The Lich remained in a hunched position, glaring at Asmodeus with a single, glowing eye of flames.

In a single step, Asmodeus was already holding his axe high, the devouring runes hissing with purple flames, while the lich struggled to look up.

“Now then,” Asmodeus grumbled, swinging down with all his annihilating force, “Die forever!”

The axe fell.

There was no scream for mercy, as the sound of glass being crushed resonated through the mountains, and the force created a huge cone-shaped wave of destruction, shattering the entire mountainside.

Blood Reaver cleaved straight through the Lich’s exposed core, the devouring runes igniting as they bit into ancient death. The fractured horns shattered first, then the skull, then the pulsing heart of violet mana hidden within its ribcage.

The death aura shrieked as if alive while being torn apart, pulled inward, compressed, and erased.

“NO—THIS IS NOT—”

The words cut off as the core imploded.

VWOOM!

A pillar of crimson and gold surged skyward, ripping through the storm clouds. The forest shook violently as the domain of death collapsed in on itself. Black mist evaporated. Rotten trees crumbled to ash. The undead froze mid-motion before collapsing into lifeless piles of bone and dust.

Asmodeus stood at the centre of it all, axe buried in the ground, black fur receding as the devouring domain finished its work.

The last remnants of the Lich dissolved into nothing.

As the final traces of death faded, a tiny flicker clung to the blade of Blood Reaver, seeping into the blade, unseen by Asmodeus as the crimson blade turned darker.

Clean air rushed back into the forest, birds crying out in confused alarm. Green slowly returned to the edges of the land where death had been erased.

Asmodeus exhaled once, steadily with a faint smile.

“…I won,” he muttered.