Chapter 545: Massacre of the Death Cult

    Asmodeus didn’t wait for her voice to end.

    The moment she showed hostility, all chances of them escaping vanished. With the earth wall, the village couldn’t see anything.

    So he attacked.

    He didn’t hesitate; there were over a few dozen cultists, each with enough strength to slaughter the old guard without a second’s thought.

    In an instant, he stepped forward and grabbed the woman’s neck, his hand nearly crushing it, before he slammed her to the ground like a sack of garbage.

    The pain of her broken ribs caused the woman to gurgle in agony, crushed by the shockwave after he threw her to the ground. The bitch opened her mouth choking on the blood that poured from her nose and mouth.

    Asmodeus didn’t show hesitation because she was a woman; without blinking, he crushed her throat and shattered her neck.

    He wanted to make her suffer, dying slowly.

    “Next.”

    He called out without a flicker of emotion in his voice.

    “Kill him! For our Lord!” A man shouted while charging at him with a sword. Asmodeus moved to block it and used his hand to deflect the attack away from himself.

    Ever since he became a demon emperor, even the sharpest weapons couldn’t damage his skin unless infused with dense mana or divine energy.

    Though the playful bites and kiss marks from his many wives always managed to bypass this defence... maybe he let them do this and forcibly removed it during those moments.

    “Argh!?”

    Asmodeus killed the man with a simple punch, the force causing his head to explode.

    Another attack followed, but this time it was with an axe. Asmodeus dodged the swing to the side, only for a flaming bolt to burst a few steps away, which caused him to jump back in surprise. Then another attack with a flail rushed towards his head.

    ‘Damn ants!’

    Asmodeus’s fist glowed red with flames as he punched the ground. The earth shook, causing everyone to lose their balance and stumble.

    He took advantage of this moment to jump up and grab one of the men by his neck.

    In a swift motion, Asmodeus crushed his neck like a toothpick and tossed his body away. Then he turned and threw a kick at another attacker.

    “Huh?” Asmodeus felt someone’s presence and turned to see a giant wolf monster standing before him; the monster’s red eyes shone with fury as it charged him.

    ‘There wasn’t a wolf there before. Huh?’

    That’s when his eyes caught several cultists whispering a strange language together in a triangle. He looked at the wolf, then the trio and his lips curled into a devilish smirk.

    “I see.”

    Asmodeus watched the charging wolf; when it leapt towards him, he dodged it easily. Its speed was slower than his wives’, especially Velvet, who always seemed to make the reward for defeating each other sex...

    ‘I wonder how she’s doing...’

    He stepped on the dog’s hind leg and stomped.

    The force snapped the bone with a loud crack.

    Instantly, he jumped on the monster’s back and grabbed its fur. His fingers dug into its flesh before he pulled off its head. He rotated the head, holding it by the thick hairs, and like a sling, it rotated with a howl.

    Then he released it, the head shooting towards the chanting cultists like a meteor.

    “Ahh!?”

    Thud.

    The wolf head smacked one of the men square in the face, and the man became meat paste... his bones, organs, and frame just melted from the force... causing the other chanters to tremble and fall to their knees.

    “That was cool...”

    What amused him was that they started chanting a holy barrier spell the moment they reached a dangerous place, but there was no way a dark priest could use the magic of a holy priest, and if they could, it wouldn’t even be worth mentioning in battle.

    Thud.

    Thud.

    He smashed their brains into the ground, just like pancakes on a stove.

    The corpses began to stink horribly; Asmodeus turned his head to the remaining cultists, a total of seventeen were left, including five dark priests, but their faces were pale, even worse than before.

    “Well...”

    “M-Monster....”

    “Fiend!”

    “How can something like you exist!?”

    Asmodeus shrugged, “When my mommy loved my daddy they...”

    “SHUT UP!” The leading priest seemed different from the others, still panicked and fearful of Asmodeus, but held a strange black book with human skin wrapping it. “I will deal with the demon! All of you prepare the grand curse, kill their children!”

    ‘Grand Curse? Kill children?’ He looked at the leading priest and the remaining sixteen, who charged forward into his earthen wall surrounding the village.

    They took a strange position as if forming a pentagram or some strange shape... but Asmodeus didn’t need to move, because behind him, hidden by his magic aura, were twenty sharp, bloody spears.

    Once he reached the level of mastery available, he could turn off the automatic casting feature of his race; instead, it would still cast defensive spells without his input.

    However, now he could gather spells and wait for the right moment to strike.

    “Rend them!”

    The spears flashed and rushed towards the dark priests.

    So fast that no one noticed until it was too late. By the time the leading priest turned around, six of them were already dead.

    “GAAAAAAAH!!” Several cried out in pain.

    “What is this?! What’s going on!?” One of the dark priests screamed.

    ‘Nothing is wrong with it...’

    “Y-You... what are you!?” The leading priest showed a crack in his armour, his book trembled in his palm, while he flicked pages and pushed the slaves towards him, they all looked nervous seeing Asmodeus.... Who was walking calmly to the group?

    “It seems you have an interesting book there; how did you manage to summon an undead direwolf with such ease? Not that a demon like that could hurt me.”

    “Our Dark Father, who bathes in the chaos of oblivion, shall bring you your end, Demon! Taste the wrath of the master of the dead!!” He shouted, opening his eyes wide before he held his hand toward the book.

    A green and black light swirled together, forming a howling vortex with a violent wind. The priest moved his fingers around in complex patterns as the mana inside the book surged.

    The beam of dark energy exploded outwards, rushing towards Asmodeus.

    “Oh?”

    “DIE!”

    A thick silver barrier formed with a divine glow, the webbing from Lumina of the best grade, blocked the green beam as it exploded, but not even the smoke penetrated the thick silver cocoon, covering Asmodeus and his surroundings.

    “How...?”

    Once the beam died down and the barrier was released, Asmodeus watched the leading priest, his face gaunt, the spell clearly used a lot of his vital energy, maybe it was a sacrificial spell, and that was the reason they wanted to kidnap the children for themselves. They would rather use them than themselves, after all...

    “I don’t know what you intended to do to the children of this village, but I no longer need to care.”

    Asmodeus stepped closer, each foot crushing more rocks and bringing dread to the noble. His eyes were lifeless, and his mouth curled into a twisted smile as he looked at the cultists.

    “Please... let us live...”

    “We can give you money or...”

    Was there any reason for him to answer this question or request?

    Did these cultists care bout the innocent villagers and virgins used to increase their power? No, Asmodeus smiled, “If you have money, let me see it.”

    The men and women started pulling out pouches and coins; some even gave up their rings and necklaces.

    However, only the female who first lost to Asmodeus saw his sinister smile, the eyes darker than a starless night sky, like a bloody hole that devoured all light in its path...

    She shook and tried to scream for them to flee, but she could not speak.

    Before she could even warn them, her eyes dilated the moment that Asmodeus snapped his fingertip, because of blood-shaped crucifixes.

    A strange magic... something that shouldn’t exist, she was so sure he would stop.

    “Well... boring, how did it go on your end, Lumina?”

    The leading priest had the book snatched from his hand by a beautiful, naked white woman with spider legs and silky fur.

    “My Dear Husband, there was an attempt at something like a ritual... how could you be so reckless?”

    Lumina didn’t play around with her enemies like Asmodeus; her hind leg was sharp and black, and it just poked into his head, and he died.

    “Ah... I’m sorry, Lumina. But they were going to hurt the children.”

    “Master, are you okay? I mean in the head.” Lumina mocked the voice of Sariel. “Seriously... Children? Well I guess becoming a father change you a little...”

    “Oi...” He looked at her and shook his head. “Kill the rest of them, we don’t need the information, since this old fool taught me what do do next time we meet some bandits.”

    “...You’re the boss.”