Chapter 215: My Neck Will Be Your Sheath (2)

Chapter 215: My Neck Will Be Your Sheath (2)

[...?]

Camus looked stunned for a moment.

A metal skewer extended from her hand and pierced Vikir's stomach.

[It's midnight, little one].

An unpleasant voice emanated from the crack in the mist that had been torn open like a mouth.

The eighth demon, Seere.

At midnight, it began forcibly controlling Camus's body.

[Oh, no! No...!?]

Camus cried out in desperation.

But the heaviest thing in the world is an eyelid.

For a moment, Camus's head snapped open like a marionette with a broken thread. And soon a completely different expression appeared on her face.

Her eyes loosened slightly, and she smiled bewitchingly.

The demon king Seere, who ruled over the herds of corpses and bones, was there.

"...!"

Vikir recognized Camus at once.

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[Hohoho- you're the same Vikir, I've heard so much about you from my 'roommate'].

Seere said as she looked at the Vikir in front of her.

Unlike other Ten Commandments, which usually referred to their original owner as the 'host', Seere was referring to Camus's consciousness as a roommate.

'A form of roommate rather than ...host? A strange relationship.'

Vikir stepped back, covering the hole in his stomach with his hand.

Certainly the corpse queen before him was different from the other Ten Commandments.

She's half Camus, half Seere, and they've come to an arrangement where they share the day by mutual agreement.

Perhaps this is why the demonic aura didn't seem so strong when I first met her.

Vikir regenerated the wound on his stomach using the power of the bog salamander.

Tsutsutsuts...

The speed of healing was lower than before. It wasn't because her regeneration power had decreased, but because the damage from the magic had become more powerful.

The dark mana floating in the air had also become much thicker since the body's controller had changed from Camus to Seere.

'Is this 100% of her?'

Vikir swallowed hard and looked up.

In front of him, Seere, who had begged for Camus's body, was walking towards him.

[I almost ruined the job in the end because of one trivial emotion. This is why all humans are thrown away. They don't understand the greater good.]

Demons generally have no concept of gender, but they still vaguely distinguish between male and female bodies.

Seere was technically a female, and as such, her voice, gestures, facial expressions, and everything else was tinged with deadly color.

And when it manifested in the body of Camus, the impact was enormous.

But fortunately, there were no males around here that could be charmed within Andromalius's barrier.

With a strong will, Vikir cleared his mind of Seere's disturbing aura.

He asked in a calm tone.

"How long has it been in your body?"

[I don't know? It's been a while, I guess, because it was around the time she was mastering the Art of Complete Revival...]

Vikir's eyebrows twitched at that.

The veteran who had lived through the Age of Destruction had eaten not only sword rice, but also quite a bit of magic rice.

As such, he had a vague idea of what Seere was referring to as a 'art of complete revival'.

Seere spoke in a mixed voice.

Black flames and iron skewers flew out, aimed at Vikir.

The magic power, which had never been stronger than before, pressed down on the entire field within the formation and tightened.

"...."

Vikir stepped back and raised his black bow, Anubis.

The hunter's focus remained firmly fixed on the bull's-eye even in these extreme conditions.

Pop! Pop! Pow!

A hole opened up at the base of the flames, and the iron skewers were struck by the arrow and sent flying in a shower of sparks.

Seere chuckled.

[Indeed, the hunter who killed Andromalius and Dantalian, but you can't catch me like that... huh?]

But the demon's laughter didn't last long.

Kirik-.

An unpleasant sensation washed over her face.

Seere frowned and waved her hand.

[...What is this?]

Something like a thin thread is pressing against her face, preventing her from moving forward.

It was thin enough to not be easily observed by the naked eye, but it was quite tough.

It was like a wire.

Karak-

There were countless such threads in the air.

[hack hack hack]]

Little Madam. The creature had set a trap of spider webs around Seere's body.

[What? Isn't that a spider from the Euphoric Hell? Why is it here?]

Seere tried to break the threads with her strength, as if they were a nuisance.

Taeae-ae-ang – Gee-gee-.

Surprisingly, it didn't break even with the strength of a demon king class demon.

Of course, Seere wasn't the type to show off his physical strength, but it was still quite unexpected.

[How dare this bugger...!?]

Seere breathed out flames and tried to incinerate the web.

But there was no way a veteran demon hunter like Vikir would miss a moment of distraction.

Puff-puff-puck!

Arrow after arrow flew, piercing Seere's limbs. None of them were critical, but all were likely to affect her movements.

[Gah!]

Seere screamed, and the hound of death bared its teeth in front of her.

...Whoosh!

The sword's aura burned like the sun.

Vikir unleashed a long black aura blade.

In an instant, Seere shouted in panic.

[If you kill me, you'll also kill this girl!]

The human mind is a fragile thing, easy to play with. From a demon's perspective, it is.

Especially when they're as deceptive as she was.

... But.

"No."

Vikir's grip on the sword was firm, unwavering.

"Only you will die."