The Demon King's First General-Chapter 204: You’re One Of Us

In an open field with a few trees ahead, two figures clad in a black-coated hood were running at an incredible speed; their movements were swift and agile, leaving not a single trace on the solid ground. As they reached a certain distance, the two of them stopped to catch their breath.

"We’re almost there; I can already see its silhouette," Ruq stated without an ounce of emotion.

Her round black eyes were staring at the massive chunk of land floating in a faraway distance. Around it was a wall of broken clouds, covering a part of its appearance.

"Yeah, but we got tails," Sinclair replied before giving a glance behind.

"And it’s a lot," she added.

"You can handle them," Ruq stated and resumed stepping forward.

The other woman looked at her with one of her brows raised.

"Are you for real?" she complained.

However, upon seeing the revenant showed no sign of stopping, she sighed and turned around.

"Running straight here nonstop almost made me puke, and now you ask me to deal with these?" She mumbled as she pulled out the massive scissors from her chest.

Her aquamarine eyes stared at the battalion of humanoid monsters approaching from a distance.

She pulled down her hood and let her pink hair drift on the wind. With both of her hands holding each handle of the giant scissor, she channeled her energy, and as it reached the hinge at the middle, it disappeared, separating the two blades apart.

"For justice, eliminate the demons," she whispered and dashed forward.

The open field was a blank canvas painted with the enemies’ blood. Their bodies were split in half, and their heads scattered across the ground.

As she massacred the army of demons, the foreign feeling of ecstasy she noticed before made her uneasy. The scent of blood entering her nostrils gave her a satisfying aroma, and the tenderness of the demon’s flesh almost threw out her sanity.

’What’s happening to me?’ She thought as she gulped a mouthful of saliva, holding herself from the urge of taking a bite.

However, the thin line of humanity left inside her body snapped as a single drop of blood fell on her lips. The unknown being sleeping inside her had been awakened.

Her precise and calm demeanor shifted into something menacing; the edges of her mouth curled up, and an ominous laughter reverberated across the land.

She swung her weapon not to kill but to feed; her teeth, which turned into razor-sharp blades, bit and munched the demon’s meat like some kind of snack.

And when the last enemy fell, she shifted her eyes towards the woman’s back, walking away from a distance.

The hunger and satisfaction for flesh drove her to charge towards the revenant. While still holding her weapons, she sprinted like a wild beast, her hands and feet pounding in a rhythm.

And when Ruq was almost within her reach, she pounced, her blade aimed at her nape. However, a thick pile of ice formed, blocking the blade’s trajectory. Then, an icicle struck Sinclair from behind, pinning her down on the ground.

The revenant halted on her track and turned around. She looked at the Apostle of Justice; in her eyes was a hint of disappointment.

"Suppressing your hunger would only cause you trouble," she stated as she watched her companion coughing up blood.

Afterward, with just a flick of her fingertips, a large block of ice emerged underneath a nearby demon’s corpse, sending it in their direction.

It fell next to the pinned woman on the ground, who was still digging with her claws, trying to free herself.

"Eat," the revenant ordered.

Her voice was low and calm, but it was full of authority. The moment Sinclair heard her, she grabbed the dead body in front and feasted. Blood dripped from her mouth as she tore the flesh apart from its bones.

On her every bite, a piece of her rationality returned, and after consuming almost half of the corpse, she found herself crying, wailing like a child while still eating nonstop.

"What have they done to me?" Sinclair asked between sobs.

She looked at her bloodied hands and the pile of bones next to her and looked at the revenant.

Upon seeing her consciousness return, the icicle shattered while Ruq was still staring at her with that cold-blooded gaze.

"I don’t have answers to any of your questions, but one thing is for sure," Ruq stated and crouched down.

She looked straight towards Sinclair’s eyes before continuing her words.

"You’re one of us now," she said, which made the hero of the past wail even more.

"N-no!" Sinclair snapped, still rejecting the reality before her eyes.

The very thing she hated the most and vowed to exterminate was now her identity.

. . . . .

Zeno lay at the back of the black dragon with his hands as his cushion; his eyes were staring at the ball of light hanging from above when a sudden piece of information struck his head.

His lips curled into a smile, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

"So she has finally woken up from her dream," he mumbled.

Then he called out the black dragon’s attention and asked. "Blackwell, that little group of yours, that Untamed Crowns, will be having one serious problem."

"What is it exactly, General?" Blackwell responded with curiosity.

The soul devourer let out a laugh before giving out his reply.

"Those guys have no idea how scary that man is, laying their hands on his favorite human and even turning her into a ghoul. It was that old man’s doing, wasn’t it?" He asked.

"Indeed, all the experiments revolve around him," Blackwell commented.

Upon hearing his answer, Zeno smirked and shook his head.

"Foolish yet commendable," he stated without averting his eyes from the brightness of the sun.

Meanwhile, Blackwell’s thoughts were a little different. The image of Zeno with that mysterious power after consuming the cthulhu’s soul was still vivid in his mind and enough to give him chills.

’I believe your presence is way more terrifying than any living existence,’ he pondered, having no courage to speak it out.

. . . . .

After a few more hours of travelling by air, the black dragon reached a thick forest with an unknown barrier not visible to the naked eye. With this fact alone, he realized that they had already reached their destination, the heart of the Mountain of Phantasms, the place where beastmen lived.

"General, I can’t go any further without creating chaos," Blackwell let his intention be known.

"Go, destroy it then; I don’t really mind. We’re not here for a friendly visit in the first place," Zeno replied without giving it much thought.

Upon hearing the command, the black dragon inhaled a deep breath and prepared to unleash a terrifying roar when all of a sudden, the protective layer of barrier disappeared without a trace.

This made Blackwell halt, and seconds after, he noticed several figures behind the thick canopy of trees. They were staring at him, waiting for his next move.

Thus, being a high and mighty creature and proud member of the dragon race, Blackwell chose to do it his way. He descended like any other dragon, showing not a single hint of fear.

A part of the mountain caved in the moment he landed. His chaotic energy created a path for him, destroying the towering trees before it even touched his wings.

Afterward, he let out a loud roar, enough to make the surroundings tremble, but he didn’t stop with just that. He flapped his wings, creating several shockwaves that flew in all directions.

He only stopped when a large humanoid figure holding a large hammer made his appearance. A silver-coated ring was hanging in between his nose, and plated armor guarded his chest and well-toned muscles.

"A minotaur," Blackwell uttered as he stared at the red-colored bull.

The beastman stopped a few meters away and placed his hammer in front.

"I always thought that dragons are intelligent creatures, but I guess there are still dumb ones like you," the minotaur grinned as he didn’t even hide his intentions.

"You’re unwelcome here! Go home! This is not your lair," he added with a continuous insult.

However, contrary to his expectation, the black dragon let out a laugh instead of getting triggered by his provocation.

"A tiny cow dares to threaten me? Are you so capable that you even failed to distinguish the sky?" Blackwell returned the mockery.

"Cow?" The minotaur’s voice echoed as he asked.

Afterward, he lifted his hammer and charged towards the black dragon.

"I’m not a cow! I’m a bull!" He shouted, emphasizing his identity.

His steps left giant footprints on the ground, and a strange white light began to envelop the hammer.

While the black dragon remained calm, showing no signs of uneasiness, he just stood still and waited for the attack.

However, just a meter before the collision, a giant boulder appeared out of nowhere and blocked the hammer’s trajectory.

This resulted in a loud bang; a part of the boulder was shattered into dust, while several cracks appeared.

Seconds after, it broke down and fell into pieces. The minotaur turned back his head and glared at one of the trees.

"Why did you do that for?" He asked with overwhelming anger.

A figure with a rabbit head holding a carrot in his hand stepped out from the bushes and smiled.

"It’s the king’s orders," he conveyed, then diverted his eyes towards the giant creature.

"I, Sploot, greet the Dragon of Destruction. On behalf of our king, I welcome you to our land!" He added as he vowed to show respect and sincerity.

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