Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 145

We have no time to react to his behavior change when the blood starts trailing its way down his arm towards the palm of his hand here it simply seems to condense in the form of a spear, and barely giving time to the liquid to solidify he flies down at us, dashing at incredible high speed that makes the tip of his weapon reach my cheek and graze my face even after I dodge to the side, separating me from Leonel.

There is no pain yet from all the scratches with adrenaline pumping high in my veins, but I can still feel the warm blood trailing over my cheeks towards my jaw and chin, dripping from the tip of my fur.

The Demon Kind soon proves that the spear is not his only form of attack, so when he passes by me next his wings fl.u.s.ter and reach out, the blood flowing from them shaping and solidifying into big curved claws that caught me by surprise and hit me square in the face, not only drawing blood but knocking me out of balance to the side.

“Thilgon!” I hear Leonel scream, but I have no time to check on him as I stand, shaking the dizziness away only for another attack to follow.

Shit he is fast, way too fast.

Not taken by surprise anymore I manage to dodge the upcoming attacks by using my shadows pulling tentacles and my Shadow Dash too to overcome my physical limitations.

However this cat and mouse chase only serves to infuriate him even more, baring his teeth as with livid eyes he stares me down.

This time, when he screams, instead of flying down again and attacking us head-on, however, he takes the spear in his hands and motions it mid-air while flying, slashing the air in an apparent useless move but, to my surprise, his attacks manage to cut the air open as if it had some sort of matter for him to hit!

Like an open wound it bleeds, the interior red and fleshy, almost as if it had muscles underneath, however there it stood, midair, with nothing around it, almost like a cut in space and matter itself, blood oozing out from underneath and hitting the floor.

And yet it doesn’t stop there for soon after I see some movement from within the fleshy interior, cracking knuckles and long fingers coming out from a long wrinkled hand that reaches out and grabs the edges, then another, and another, and soon the edges of the hole are filled with grabbing fingers and poking heads, and the situation downs at me as those creatures start crawling their way out of there.

Only to increase the number of legs and limbs that start appearing from the cut in the air, for the demons that surge have the appearance of spiders, some fairly normal-looking ones; if you don’t count being huge hairy spiders as odd; others with hands and fingers at the end of their limbs and abdomen looking like humanly face shape, and others, Arachne, have the upper body of a human and the lower one of a spider, the humanoid body sprouting up from where the spider head should have been.

As their long hairy paws move them forward I meet the soulless black round eyes of them, animalistic and cruel in a way no normal animal could be.

Of course not, after all, these must be part of his demon army, devilish souls filled those.

They make their way around with ease, shooting webs and clawing at the ceiling and floor, and not long after the place is full of them, giving the impression that the walls are moving.

I fall back to Leonel’s side at the overwhelming amount of creatures that start pouring out, more wounds being cut open by the Demon King as he flies around slashing and cutting, and at the bad tides of fate I’m left with some troublesome choices. How one stops and demon army and its King by himself?

“Leonel, I’ll need you to fall back for a second.” He frowns, ready to protest, until I explain my reasoning and plan. “There are elves outside still, we cannot let Cain bring all his army here, it would be the end of them. Let’s separate, I will deal with Cain.”

“Got it.” He simply says, no need to discuss further when we are in such situation, surrounded by an army of demons that keeps growing by the second.

Leonel goes to the border of the place to keep them from reaching the flames, but of course him alone is not enough to contain such horde, so while I dash to stop the Demon King from opening more portals I, too, call upon my on army, dreading how costly it is going to be but having no other choice in the matter.

“Hell Army!” If the Demon King wants to bring me down to hell with him so badly I might as well bring hell up to face him!

I feel my energy be drained by this magic the moment I use it, almost like losing too much blood at once, and I have to clench my jaw and shake my head to get the dizziness away as roars and scratches resonate from around us, bringing my eyes towards it to appreciate the magic that I’ve never used before, only to be stunned by the results.

Well, one may figure that, with King’s Might and the King of Hounds titles, that I was bound to have an army at some point… I just didn’t expect them to be made of my own magic.

And they definitely ignored my Shadow element at that point… for as they step out of the wall of fire that surrounded the place, silhouettes taking form from the dancing flame, they bared their teeth and clawed their way forward, no body to speak of beyond the orange bright flames that could barely be contained in the shape of hounds, from big to small, of all kinds.

And that bring a howl of satisfaction out of me as they attack the demons all at once.

Bodies clash below the balcony as I jump up to the balcony in search of their Demon Lord, screams and howls of pain from those being burned alive by my own army, however even if their body made of flames have immunity to physical attacks and have mostly come up with the upper hand in the battles that unfold, the nonstop stream of demons is too numerous to be contained by us two merely, still outnumbering us.

With left us with only one option; to deal and end with the source of all of this, the Demon King, Cain, before is too late for the elves, and maybe for ourselves.

One can imagine, however, when, to my surprise, his own magic backfires at him, on how what I see, moments later, brings a howl of joy out of my throat.