112. A human to whom even the devil will cry (1)

A place where large, plump caterpillars swim, the pond of the beginning, which contains the genetic information of all legions, was bewitchingly emitting its mysterious light.

This area is originally a completely isolated world that has never been touched by humans, but recently some humans have appeared and started to stay around the pond.

It is none other than the wizard and the several legionnaires who followed him.

“Can you really save the Demon King?”

The former Demon King was looking at the pond, where air bubbles were constantly rising and bubbling, with an anxious expression.

“I already live.”

“… … Did you live?”

“Ah, of course it’s not the form of the demon you knew.”

“… … .”

Drenched in the idea that he could create the world’s most powerful Legion Chimera with his own hands, the mage smiled.

“Great opportunities like this don’t come often. Maybe it will come once in a lifetime?”

The wizard is smiling brightly, but that smile gave me goosebumps.

Seeing this, the former demon king also felt the back of his neck grow cold.

“Because what the hell are you making… … .”

“Ah, don’t worry too much. Still, I am trying to make the best of it.”

“… … .”

The demon king became a great experimental material for wizards.

“It’s not an ordinary test subject, it’s a demon test subject that has acquired the status of a demon, so I have to make it as well as possible.”

The previous demon king felt his head hurt, and touched his forehead.

‘I knew I was insane, but… … .’

This isn’t some kind of lab rat.

Lee Ja was treating the highest level demons who had gained the power of demons in exactly the same way.

“Wizard. He is the highest ranking member of the demon tribe. It’s not a very pleasant experience to be treated like this.”

Originally, the demon king of the previous era, who had little contact with mankind and never went to war, thought he had gotten used to the human race to some extent.

In addition, the humans in the corps were one of the few outliers in the race, so the mere fact that they were among them meant that the former demon king was unexpectedly subjected to high-intensity adaptation training.

‘This race of wizards… … .’

However, among those eccentric humans, the tribe with the job of ‘wizard’ was the type that gave the impression of seeing a new race far removed from normal humans.

In the case of those with abilities similar to Lee, the moment their interest in a subject was aroused, they would do bizarre acts that even the same race could not understand.

“Ah, if you want to become much stronger than now, would you like to come in here? I will make it very well.”

“… … I would like to refrain from doing that.”

“You say you can get the Legion’s power unconditionally by entering here?”

“No, I am fine.”

Yes.

How can a person who speaks like this right under his nose be like any other human being?

‘Ordinary mankind did not call wizards from other planets for nothing.’

The former demon king realized that it would be much more appropriate to call this tribe of wizards ‘alien’, one of the expressions used by other humans, than to treat them as human beings.

Of course, the former demon king was also a high-ranking demon who had lost his power, and he was slightly interested in the fact that he could easily obtain strong power.

However, the demon king of the previous generation still had strong pride in his tribe as well as his greed for power.

‘Even if I become stronger, if I enter here, I will lose all of my identity as a demon.’

Demons were a powerful race that had commanded the entire universe for a long time.

Even though he himself failed, giving up the identity of a race that he firmly believed could bring paradise to the world was never an easy choice for a high-ranking demon.

If he enters this pond, the former Demon King will surely become stronger by gaining a practical and powerful body and psionic abilities to replace his lost power.

However, if you keep relying on the power of the corps like this, the self-reliance of the remaining demon survivors will surely go over the water.

‘Choosing the shortcut is not the path a ruler would choose.’

If the leader of the survivors gets the body of the corps and tells the other survivors, ‘Don’t forget that you are a demon,’ would it be convincing?

‘It’s better to gain strength from the Order of the Administrator and aim for another chance.’

He decided not to take the easy way in order to preserve his tribal identity.

It was the very moment when the former demon king made up his mind to convince the surviving demons of his ‘legitimacy’.

“I want to go in here.”

A person who threw himself into the Legion Pond and hoped to become a test subject for that alien mage appeared right next to him.

“… … Well.”

The former demon king seriously thought about whether he could preach the legitimacy of the demon tribe to this applicant.

“Oh, Maria?”

“I can feel the ‘demon power’ in the pond. I have this power too… … . I think I can become stronger if I go here.”

“great. I will make it good for you.”

The demon who volunteered to immerse herself in the primordial pond was none other than Maria, who was kidnapped by the legion and converted into a half-blood legion.

“… … Maria.”

“why?”

“you… … Are you a demon?”

The former demon king needed at least one more surviving demon for the revival of the ruined race, but no matter how much she thought about it, Maria came to the conclusion that she couldn’t be persuaded.

She inherited demonic blood, but was not an orthodox demon, and was not a corps unit.

“The former Demon King. Do I look like a demon in your eyes?”

“… … .”

He even admitted that he was not a demon.

“Hey, Maria? What other powers can I add?”

“Do you have any?”

“First of all, the psionic ability, the magic that centipedes have, and photosynthetic microbes can be grown on the skin… … .”

“Five… … .”

Of course, the wizard with more specimens for the experiment was still happy.

* * *

Once upon a time I had fallen into a mysterious space that twisted like a Möbius strip, a trap dug by the disastrous blonde Yankee, from which I could never escape.

This space was a place where no one could easily enter or leave unless someone like me could freely create a door or pay money like a manager and borrow power from a transcendent being.

“Now, Demon Commander? Welcome to the interior of the frozen star. Let’s start sharing stories that will help each other in earnest now.”

A perfect solitary cell, isolated from the world and flowing terribly slowly, as if even time stopped. I imprisoned the demonic commander and his floating fortress entirely here.

“Oh, by the way, trying to escape from here would be a bad choice. The moment someone other than me opens the door, you and the fortress will disintegrate very cleanly inside the frozen star.”

The trap created by the ruler of calamity with the ability to manipulate space was a very useful place for me to use for this.

This place was created inside a dead star where even light was captured and couldn’t escape, and if you tried to escape by force without opening the proper path, you would be pulverized into sub-atomic units by the ruthless power of the star.

“As ruler of the Legion, I will humbly adhere to the principles that losers must follow. As long as the lives of my men are guaranteed, I am ready to accept anything you ask for. but… … .”

The demonic commander, who had now learned what kind of environment the space they were trapped in, seemed to have given up on everything.

The moment he admitted defeat, he offered his sword to me, and all the demon soldiers who saw him threw their weapons on the ground and even lowered the flag hanging on the fortress.

“… … Are you not going to give me a chance to die a glorious death in place of my men? Are you really going to lock it up here forever?”

“why? don’t you want to live Do you want to go behind?”

“… … .”

“What to do with you will be decided in this conversation.”

Seeing that this bastard doesn’t offer up his sword just because he’s been defeated, or that he’ll die alone in place of his subordinates, he seems to be mistaken for what kind of ancient battlefield this is.

Well, this is a very obvious thing, but I have no intention of negotiating a ransom with the head of an enemy like in the old days, or giving him a chance to die comfortably in exchange for sparing his subordinate.

“Since your legs hurt, let’s sit down and talk. Hey, are you a demon soldier over there? Could you go get me a table and chairs?”

When I gave an order to a demon soldier nearby, he defied fearlessly with a frown, his clown trembling as if he was getting feverish.

“… … You are not qualified to give us orders. Only a glorious commander can give us orders… … .”

“What? Hey, do you want to be cut too?”

“… … Table, I’ll get it soon.”

Of course, I also put on a frown and pulled out [Xcalibur], and soon the demon soldiers obediently brought chairs and tables.

After sitting in front of the table, I took out the ‘Horus Beer’ and some snacks I had brought beforehand and filled my cup.

“Looks like you don’t want to be cut.”

“… … No matter how captive you are, that is truly ungentlemanly behavior.”

“Hey, is the devil talking about gentlemanly behavior? And you bastard, even if you have things, you have no use for anything other than peeing, right?”

“… … .”

“Now, have a drink. This is a lot more delicious than I thought.”

Not only the demon soldiers around me, but even the demon commander began to tremble when they saw me.

The soldiers on this side still didn’t know that I could read their thoughts freely, so they praised each other in each other’s ears, saying, “You bastard more devilish than the devil.”

“Thank you for the compliment. Now, I’ll tell you the matter first, so open your ears and listen carefully.”

I took a cool sip of my beer and continued.

“Baby. Come under me with your fort and troops.”

Stand with the Legion.

Upon hearing my request, the Demon Commander immediately refused to cooperate without thinking deeply, befitting a man with an outdated mindset of the past.

“… … I’d rather die a glorious death as a leader… … .”

“Fuck me. You have no right to deny my request, and you have no right to die of your own accord.”

I don’t like demon bastards, but the myriad forts possessed by demon commanders are, to be honest, quite coveted, so I wanted to get some and roll them.

Of course, in order to do so, I had to keep the Demon Commander under me without killing him, but this bastard strongly repulsed him, saying that he had surrendered but would not cooperate.

“No matter how defeated I am, I cannot accept this request. I don’t know if it’s a different request, but betraying the master is a nonsense story. I’d rather give you a glorious death.”

“A glorious death… … .”

I said, refilling the empty cup with beer.

“For reference, I have the ability to make you cooperate with the Legion even if you don’t want to.”

“… … Are you going to torture me? A body that has already lost everything, I do not easily succumb to conciliation or torture.”

“Ha, look at this friend?”

Of course, what I’m doing is not just a way to resort to torture-like techniques.

“I can just take your brain and clone it.”

“… … What?”

The Demon Commander seems speechless.

“Hey, do you want to be forced or voluntarily?”