King of succubus

433  The strangest enemies. 2

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Back to the basement, first level.

Askald finally lost patience and used the unconventional means he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Against all expectations, the spirit that possessed Tifania’s body had not resisted.

Askald had used his domain’s power, bringing Tifania to the puppets’ prison, the same as the golem with his effigy did when it faced Alvine.

Askald had not tried to extract her from the information by the torture ticket.

But contented himself with scrutinizing her mind by placing his hand on one of the hundreds of thousands of puppets with Tifania’s effigy, floating above the black sea.

As a result, after seeing some of Tifania’s memories, Askald’s face was so crumpled that his thoughts could not be visible.

While smiling at him, Tifania mumbled…

“I had told you not to do it. But your impatience and stubbornness is the only thing you must curses.” She says while restyling her hair with a lively movement

Askald ignores Tifania’s sarcastic comments. He puts his index and middle finger on the left temple to strengthen his telepathic powers. **Elena, can you hear me?**

**…What’s up? Why do you..-

**Go straight to the castle. It seems that we…-

Just like Askald who just cut her off, Elena did the same before Askald finished his sentence. **No, I wouldn’t go back when I’m about to let off steam for once.**

**Stop…-

**Don’t worry; I already know how urgent the situation is. But unlike you, I also know where the person who orchestrated all this is. If I don’t stop it in time, you also know what might happen.**

‘…Sigh, of course, I know it. But you’re not strong enough for that.’ Askald roared in his mind before focusing on Tifania.

The latter smiled at him before continuing with a sarcasm never displayed before. “Ah, anger, agitation, and then, anxiety… the expression on your face’s a jumbled mixture of various emotions; how lovely~~

Hearing her speak, Askald could understand that she had them in all beauty.

‘…What a bitch!’ He swore by clenching his fist.

The next moment, his silhouette flashes in front of Tifania.

Understanding Asskald’s intentions, especially seeing him appear in front of her with a sword splitting the air towards her forehead, Tifania urgently manifests her strongest protective barrier around her.

But against all her predictions, Askald’s black blade passes through all her defenses before piercing her head!

-Grhg!

Her eyes became blank as her consciousness gradually faded.

*A soul attack…? Haha, I didn’t expect that at all.*

Although she was fading, her voice and the triumphant smile she had on her lips showed no concern.

Frowning, Askald twists his blade in her brain before removing it.

The strangest thing was that she had no visible wound on her front although Askald pushed her blade into her skull.

*You can kill one or two, but it’s too late. This planet’s already my theater.* these were the last sarcastic words of ‘Tifania’ before she collapsed on the black sands.

“Did you destroy the foreign mind that occupied this woman’s body?” Fy asks with dark eyes.

Putting away his blade, Askald nods his head. “Miss Fy, are you also affected by this bug?” Askald asks, despite already knowing the answer.

With an ironic smile, Fy gives him a sad look. “I think you already know the answer.”

Askald’s eyes tremble slightly. “…I see.” He mutters before turning around.

But just when Fy thought he was going to leave her with her own problems, a black needle rush at her at a surprising pace.

Surprised by Askald’s sudden attack, Fy succeed in acting in time by trying to dodge aside to avoid it.

Although her plan was perfect, Askald’s was surely more frightening; Fy discovered this far too late when she moved two meters to Askald.

-Swoosh!

At the same time, another needle, with lightning buzzing over it, popped up under the sand with a stealthy speed and stabbed her in the backhead.

Throughout this machination, Askald did not even take a look at Fy; as if he had already predicted Fy’s movements before installing traps in advance.

Finally stopping in his steps but without turning around, Askald mutters coldly. “We really have to deal with this virus!” He said before continuing on his way; after hearing the noise coming from Fy Beta which collapsed on the floor.

No longer wanting to lose one more second, he teleported out of the independent space.



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Outside, like a falcon perched on a tree, was Askald standing on one of the three towers of the castle.

Behind him, Zakiel, the other generals and captains, was kneeling.

“In the absence of our overlord, it is up to me to have the most important task.” He mutters with abyssal black eyes that almost melt in the moonless night.

“Order us, and we will obey, Monarch Askald.”

Seeing them answer altogether, Askald manifests his territory without having to make flashy movements and swallow up all of them with him.

Finding themselves trapped with him, the generals and their captains, no need to mention that all the other generals and their captains who came to the other dimensions were with them, were also present with them.

Confused by Askald’s actions, Zakiel Alpha stands out from the others and asks…

“Monarch Askald, why are we here?”

Zakiel’s question made Askald’s face more anchored than the anchor itself.

“Zakiels!” Instead of addressing Zakiel Alpha, he addressed all Zakiel by pronouncing their name in the plural.

[Get to work!]

As soon as his order resounds in the vicinity, Zakiels’ hands move by themselves.

A deep green aura emanates from their hands that they knew only very well.

On the other hand, even though others have bad feelings, no one dared to ask Askald what he was up to.

Their quiet and obedience were probably due to another factor; a mystery that worried Askald more than anything.

For his part, Askald did not remain inactive either; his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the crowd of the thirty most powerful people in front of him, immediately located the contaminated and sane.

His first target was Shadow Epsilon, the weakest among Shadows.

But instead of attacking him directly, the attack came indirectly, and without shouting guard, when Zakiel Delta pierced one of the puppet armies below them with his shares aura which has around his hand!

-!

His target instantly fainted like Fy Beta and Tifania.

Now unconscious, and unable to keep on his magic active to float, his body falls into the black sea under their feet.

Seeing that, the others show fierce faces at Askald. Naturally, his actions had the consequence of sowing chaos in the troop when they saw Shadow Epsilon vanish under the sea.

Aware that Asskald did not intend to explain the situation to them or spare them, the others, including the Zakiels who were forced to shoot off their likes, showed their blatant hostilities towards their superior.

As for Askald, A macabre smile appears stealthily on his lips, making his face more demonic, when he understood the intentions of his subordinates.

“Shadow, Heepha, Zakiel.” He then calls each general by his first name in a dull voice.

Seeing that they had all his attention, he continued. “Greed, Luna, and finally you, Darka; come back here.”

-!!

The tone of his voice and the ferocity of his eyes testified to all his thirst for blood and his unknown rage that no one knew the cause.

But despite all this, none of them dared to question his order.

They all knew that Askald hasn’t good intentions about them; but although this fatal fate probably awaits them if they approached him, they still fly at him, with moderate swiftness.

But the closer they got to him, the more they became sure of his intentions through his pressure.

Unlike his sister, Askald’s powers were similar to those of Zakiel but more powerful. In other words, since he spent an eternity in the crystal with the awakened consciousness, only made it stronger. His power was surely as destructive as black Fy!

Arriving five meters from Askald, they all stopped, according to the latter’s order. 𝞸𝗏𝐥xt.𝓬𝚘𝑀

“What I’m about to do to you will lead some of you to certain death. But know that it is necessary 10:20

for…-

“We don’t need to know more, Monarch Askald.” Zakiel interrupts him before he finishes his sentence.

Frowning, Askald looks at Zakiel with dark eyes.

But the next moment, a mysterious smile radiated on his face.

“I think you already know the answer to my actions; but to briefly explain the situation, rotten seeds have been embedded themselves in our lord’s subjects. This seed, being only one at the beginning, has now corrupted more than 80% of the people living on this planet.” He mutters while taking a look at the other residents from the other five dimensions.

“According to my observations, the corrupted are none other than those who have come into other dimensions.” He then continues while creating a transparent blade with mysterious and eerie red runes throughout the blade.

Shadow and the others frown.

“As you know, the hierarchy established by our overlord is not a simple bond of subordination, but almost a curse.

-Just like us, the monarchs who cannot go against the orders of our lord, the others will not be able to break this law even if I ask you to commit suicide.

-It is also the same for the generals and their captains; as long as the lord doesn’t get involved.” He emphasized his last sentence as he smiled in more twisted humor than the word itself.

Realizing that he was doing a test from the beginning, the others immediately understood that they had been fooled by him.

“Sigh, we must believe that the lord was not the only one we should care about.” A voice resounds in the distance; among the residents of the dimensions.

Zakiel’s eyes, the other two generals, and their captains became dark black.

“I knew it. These foreigners should not be trusted.” Shadow, finally hearing what he had always wanted to hear, mutters these words with a smile from one ear to over.

The others were no better than him either.

Although they knew that they would have to face their look-alikes, whose global powers exceeded theirs, they had no fear or worry in their eyes.

As for the others, having approximately the same memories as their originals, knew that they were disadvantaged in the battle, despite their overwhelming powers.

Gradually the non-existent atmosphere became asphyxiating for them, while the others on Asklad’s side could not help showing off their fangs.

This imbalance is due to only one person, Askald in person.

Standing out from the crowd, Fy Gamma, blessed with a power similar to Beta Fy but a bit weak than this latter, speaks…

“Just like us, you have also noticed that our loyalty to the lord is no longer as rigid as it was.”

Askald frowns but did not interrupt her.

Knowing that he had Askald’s attention, Fy Gamma then continued. “But it’s not by choice that we act in this way. Although we’re not really full-fledged beings and our memories, will, and feelings of loyalty,… going as far as our existence… are almost fictitious, we feel and share these same feelings as you.

-These make us beings in their own right and cut off from you.” She mutters her last sentence in a fly tone.

“…”

She sighed sadly while showing a blood-red scythe three meters long, noticing Askald’s silence.

“Please make sure you kill us before the consequences are disastrous.” She added in still her murmuring voice.

Hearing her words, and seeing her expression and that of others, it was not only Askald who understood that they did not like what they were experiencing, but even the others couldn’t deny they has problems.

But the melancholy that wanted to seize Askald was suddenly defeated by his duty.

“…Any self-respecting monarch… will not cause the death of one of his troops.” After a long bit of silence, Askald mumbled with a heavy sigh that took all his melancholy with him.

He then looks at Fy and the others. “Let yourselves be killed without resisting; it will be for the good of all of us.”

A sad smile stood on their lips. “You know that we can’t do this; it’s a choice imposed on us by someone else.” Being the one who plays the role of intermediary, Fy Gamma answers Askald in a cripple voice.

“…I see.” These were the two words Askald uttered out loud.

“Then, May peace be your salvation.” He murmured before a fierce aura bursts out from his body.