Chapter 217

Chapter 217

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 217 My Neck Will Be Your Sheath (2)

[...What?]

Camus looked dazed.

A metal skewer extended from her hand, piercing Vikir’s stomach.

At the same time.

Tsutsutsutsutsuts...

A black mist rose from Camus’s back, forcibly controlling her.

[It’s midnight, my little lady~]

Sere, one of the ten supreme demon lords. The Eighth Corpse.

She had taken control of Camus’s body on midnight.

[No, stop! No...!!!]

Camus desperately shouted.

Camus’s head, like a severed marionette, snapped for a moment. And instantly, a completely different expression appeared on her face.

A slightly loosened gaze with a charming smile.

Sere, the Eighth Corpse.

“...!”

Vikir also immediately noticed the change in Camus.

How could he forget? The stinky gaze that had killed his numerous comrades on the battlefield.

[Hehehe, you’re Vikir, right? I’ve heard a lot about you from my ‘roommate’.]

Sere spoke while looking at Vikir in front of her.

[Tl/N: Demons don’t have gender persay, but Sere will be a female going forward. I’m sorry if I called it ‘He’ in the past chapters]

Unlike other demons who referred to the physical body’s host as the ‘host,’ Sere referred to Camus’ consciousness as a roommate.

‘...Is it a form of cohabitation rather than domination? It’s a strange relationship.’

Vikir covered the hole in his belly with his hand and stepped back.

Certainly, the corpse queen in front of him was different from other demons.

Half of Camus’ consciousness, half of Sere’s consciousness. As a result, they lived together, dividing the 24 hours by mutual agreement.

This is most likely why the demonic energy didn’t feel as strong when Vikir first met Camus.

Vikir used the power of the fog lizard to heal the wound on his stomach.

Tsutsutsu...

The rate of recovery was slower than before. It wasn’t a loss of regenerative power; rather, the magic that struck him was very potent.

Since the controller of the body changed from Camus to Sere, the dark mana hovering in the air became much denser.

‘Is this bitch operating at 100% now?’

Vikir swallowed his saliva and raised his head.

After the change in the controller from Camus to Sere, the dark mana floating in the air, which had been lingering aimlessly, became much denser.

[For a petty emotion, I was almost killed. That’s why humans are nothing more than maggots. They don’t understand what justice is.]

Although demons generally lack the concept of gender, they still faintly distinguish between male and female bodies.

If Sere had to be classified, he would be classified as a being with a female body. As a result, his voice, gestures, and expressions were all lethal.

And when it manifested in Camus’s body, the impact was truly immense.

However, fortunately, within Andromalius’ barrier, there were no males in the vicinity to pose a threat. Vikir brushed off Sere’s overwhelming aura with his strong mental fortitude and calmly inquired, “When did you take possession of her?”

[Well, let me think. It’s been quite a while. It was around the time this girl was mastering the ‘Complete Resurrection Spell’...]

Vikir stepped back and lifted the Black Bow Anubis.

Even in such an extreme situation, the hunter’s focus remained firmly fixed on the target.

Kururruk!

The eerie aura boiled like asphalt.

Now, the scent of the demon began to flow at 100% concentration.

Zing! Thud! Boom!

Holes were punched in the flames, and the iron rods, hit by arrows, bounced away with sparks.

Sere laughed with a mocking tone.

[Indeed, you’re a true hunter who killed Andromalius and Dantalian. But capturing me at this level is impossible... Huh?]

But the demon’s laughter couldn’t last long.

Click-

An unpleasant sensation on the face.

Sere furrowed his brows as he felt something thin pressing against his face.

[...What’s this?]

A thin thread, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but quite rigid, pressed against her face.

Like wires, as if they were drawn across the air.

Crack-

Countless threads were woven in the empty space.

Hkeekhehe-

Baby Madam. It was Vikir who set up a spiderweb trap around Sere’s body.

[What? Why is there a demonic spider in the human realm? Why is that here?]

Sere, annoyed, tried to forcefully break the threads.

Taeaeang- Kigigik-

Surprisingly, even the strength of a demon of the caliber of a demon lord couldn’t break the threads.

Of course, Sere wasn’t the type to rely on physical strength, but it was still quite unexpected.

[How dare this vermin...!?]

Sere tried to breathe fire to burn the spiderwebs.

However, a skilled demon hunter like Vikir wouldn’t miss the moment when the enemy’s attention was momentarily diverted.

Pffpffpffpffpff!

Arrows continuously flew, embedding themselves in Sere’s arms and legs. While not fatal, they were all areas that would affect her movements.

[Kyaaah!]

Sere screamed, and before her, the jaws of death approached.

...Swoosh!

An aura, burning like the sun, emanated from the blade.

Vikir was expelling a long, crimson aura blade.

In an instant, Sere urgently shouted, [If you kill me, this girl dies too!]

The human mind is easily manipulable, and from the demon’s perspective, it’s something to play with as they wish. Especially in the case of someone like Sere, who was heavily entranced.

...However.

“No.”

Vikir’s sword was resolute, without a hint of hesitation.

“Only you shall die.”

[Translator – Clara]

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