A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 223 The Demon Prince
"Amazing!"

"This foreign woman is very strong."

The city's residents had taken cover behind buildings and alleyways, cautiously observing the fighting on the streets.

Roman soldiers truly lived up to their reputation as battle-hardened elites. Their individual abilities and teamwork were honed through countless trials. If measured by 'real-world' standards, each of them would be an E+ level soldier, and a well-coordinated team could easily be considered a D level team.

but--

Tear

A large, curved rectangular shield covered by the thick hide of a swamp monitor lizard.
It was easily torn apart by the opponent's cracked longsword, almost cut in half on the spot.

The reason it's "almost" is, of course, because this shield ultimately managed to block the Rei's attack.

However, Ling simply stomped her foot, her entire body enveloped in a whirlwind as she stood high on her toes, easily dodging the spears thrusting from the left and right. At the same time, using the momentum from the forward swing, she pulled her longsword from her shield and landed it behind the shield-wielding soldier.

"above!"

Before the leopard could land, the other Roman soldiers hiding behind the shield-bearers had already raised their longswords and thrust them upwards.

In an instant, it seemed as if a forest of metal swords rose up below!
A jumping strike is something that can easily go wrong; one wrong move and you're done.

You become a skewer yourself.

"A thousand winds and vortexes annihilate!"

During this time, besides having sex with women every day, Ling also kept learning Siegfried's swordsmanship.

With a flick of his longsword, a miniature 'tornado' appeared out of thin air, howling as it swept towards the Roman soldiers: amidst the clanging of metal swords and blades, it collided with several steel swords thrusting upwards from below, exploding into a dazzling shower of iron and silver flowers.

Jianlin was immediately routed.

"Oops."

The weapon was deflected.

As their formation crumbled in the fierce wind, these Roman soldiers knew in their hearts that they were doomed.

Sure enough, the next second the longsword whistled and slashed, cutting through the soldiers and tearing their 'ring armor' apart!
Landing among the soldiers, Ling hoisted the holy sword in his hand onto his shoulder, gathered his strength slightly, then twisted his waist and swung his arm, slashing horizontally with his two-handed sword.

"The north wind howls and tears!"

Wuwuwu——

A sudden gust of wind swept out, blinding everyone, while a deadly storm of blades followed, ruthlessly slicing through the ranks of Roman soldiers.

"hateful,"

An archer behind witnessed this scene. Ignoring the risk of friendly fire, he stretched his left arm forward, pulling the bowstring of his arm-mounted crossbow to its maximum extent, then released his right hand.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
Its speed reaches the speed of sound, comparable to that of a pistol bullet; and the weight of an arrow is incomparable to that of a bullet.

Velocity multiplied by mass equals kinetic energy!
Three pieces

A high-speed storm of sword blades swept through the ranks of Roman soldiers. Ling's eyes sharpened, and he slashed at the arrows with his dragon-slaying holy sword, 'Barmonc.'

Tear

With a screeching sound, the arrow was actually sliced ​​in half by the longsword.

? !
puff,

Before the Roman soldier who had shot the arrow could react, the other man's longsword had already sliced ​​across his neck.

The scent of death gripped the Roman soldier's heart instantly.

thud,

The battle ended as the soldiers fell.

"Hey, are you okay?"

To Ling's surprise, the Siegfried within her didn't immediately leap out and "go on a rampage." However, her immediate priority was to check on the poor man who had been beaten.
"why?"

?

Just as I got closer,
The man who had been lying dead suddenly sat up.

Why meddle in other people's business?!

? ?
"Tsk, a prince, being wantonly beaten and bullied by a bunch of soldiers, that feeling is truly irresistible."

While spouting nonsensical words, the other person ripped off his tattered robe, revealing a male noble swordsman dressed below, with an effeminate face covered by bangs and an unharmed body.

"You ruined it all."

???

Ah, this face—

"Could it be that perverted, cough, demon prince?"

"That's right, it's him, Dietrich von Béan! The prince of Béan!"

While Ling was still full of questions, passersby had already revealed the identity of this effeminate young master.

prince?

Why deliberately get beaten up?

Is this guy out of his mind?!
Whoosh

The cold dagger pressed against his temple, causing Ling to break out in a cold sweat instantly.

when?
"They actually did something unnecessary without authorization,"

A cold voice came from behind, confirming to Ryou, who was frozen in place, that the other party had circled around to her back with terrifying speed without her noticing.

"Wait, you smell familiar?"

The effeminate young master who had seized Ling from behind twitched his nose a few times and then stuck out his tongue.

"Just let me lick it."

boom! !

A violent hurricane erupted from the leopard's body, forming a ring that spread outwards. With cracking sounds, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared out of thin air on the walls of the buildings surrounding the street.

The Sighing Wind Wall!

This move is a defensive sword technique taught by Siegfried.

"Pervert!"

While using the sudden burst of wind to knock the opponent away, Ling took the opportunity to turn around and swing her sword.

brush----

The ferocious holy sword missed its mark. The opponent's lower body remained motionless, while their upper body, in a 'broken' posture, leaned back to dodge the sword. *Thump thump thump*

The speed that the opponent had just unleashed made Rei, still shaken, choose not to attack, but instead retreat quickly.

'Stupid woman, I told you you'd regret it, didn't I?'

"Damn it, you know him?"

Ling wasn't stupid; she immediately realized that Siegfried most likely knew this freak.

"Of course we know each other,"

A semi-transparent phantom emerged from Ling's body. 'Siegfried' leaned forward, staring at this effeminate and perverted young master, clearly already filled with fighting spirit.

"Prince of Bean, Descendant of Demons, Triumphant King, Conqueror of Giants, Enemy of Dwarves."

A series of names were announced, but there was no group of people standing on the street.

Therefore, all these titles refer to the same person.

Dietrich von Béan.

"A guy whose strength is on par with mine."

"Equally matched?"

Maintaining his 'iron waist' posture, the effeminate young swordsman slowly straightened his upper body.

"That statement is truly 'shameless'."

Of course, the young master was referring to the proverb "filter out the midges and swallow the camel," but that's the gist of it.

"Siegfried, the guy who had to clean up my mess even after he died."

? !
The fact that the other party knew Siegfried surprised Ling.

Even if this is Siegfried's 'hometown', isn't it still a thousand years apart?

"Who is this guy?"

"Oh, so it's Prince Dietrich, the 'Perfect Knight'?"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, causing Ling to turn her head and see, sure enough, a 'birdman' running out of the crowd.

"News King,"

"Who is this pervert?"

The excited birdman raised his live-streaming equipment and began to talk non-stop:
"This is a great hero in Germanic epic poems, a strongman who is no less than Siegfried."

"Dietrich is nominally the son of King Ditema, but in reality, he is the child born from the affair between the great demon 'Merhemet' and the queen."

This kingdom called 'Dietma' is the ancient name of modern Italy: After the Great Demon and the Queen gave birth to this prince, they prophesied that the child would stand at the top of the world, and then spent three days building the city of Bean out of thin air on the earth before leaving.

Unaware of the truth, King Ditma believed that the city and the children were gifts from God.

So he happily accepted the city and even named his son after it.

At the same time, the great hero 'Hilterbrand' was invited to carefully teach the child—it can be said that both 'biological father' and 'adoptive father' loved Dietrich very much.

Dietrich did not disappoint his two 'fathers' expectations. After growing up, he defeated many giants who were ravaging Italy, killed the dwarf king Laurin, and rescued the Snow Queen, among other feats, making him a man of great military achievements.

However, due to the exposure of his demonic bloodline, he was dethroned and exiled by his uncle.

Although he eventually led his men back to the capital, his army and friends suffered heavy casualties. Disheartened, he exiled himself and never set foot on Italian soil again.

Dietrich?!

This is our Italian hero!

Siegfried was nothing but a defeated opponent.

[The guardian deity of Italy has appeared! Hahaha!]

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, clearly from Italians: other countries may not know, but how could they not know the great heroes of their own mythology?
"It is said that this prince possesses a nightmare horse, two demonic swords, a divine sword, blood-soaked dragon armor, and an undamaged holy helmet."

He can be described as a top-tier hero with "six divine items" in the true sense.

Just as his biological father, the Great Demon, had foretold:
Ultimately, we will stand at the pinnacle of the world!
Because Siegfried, a contemporary of Siegfried, died, and it was he who went to help clean up the mess.

"Of course, these are all records from The Nibelungenlied and The Legend of Diderek."

The talkative news anchor abruptly changed his tone, noticing that this effeminate and perverted young master was quite different from the legendary 'King of Triumph'.
"Oh dear, is this how people will judge me a thousand years from now?"

Twisted into a bizarre posture, the 'great hero' named Dietrich looks like a pervert no matter how you look at him.

"People always like to believe what they want to believe, just like—"

The effeminate young master raised his hand.
The strange 'dagger' in his hand was pointed at Siegfried, who was in a phantom state.

"This guy who used an 'invisibility cloak' to sneak into someone else's bedroom got beaten black and blue, but he still stubbornly insists that he won."

"What invulnerable dragon blood body? I've been injured so many times."

"Hey, hey, hey, what did you say? Impotent man!"

This time,
Siegfried quit.

"Twice? Is twice a lot?!"

The other party was indeed a powerful figure of his time, and the two had fought fiercely for three days and three nights without a clear winner, but that did not mean Siegfried could let this guy continue talking.

This guy has no shame, but Siegfried still has his pride!

"Ryou, give me your body!"

The next second, the girl wielding the ferocious two-handed sword instantly transformed into a menacing and domineering figure.

An invisible 'dragon's might' spread out, causing the citizens near the battlefield to tremble in fear, cowering in a ball, not daring to raise their heads, let alone watch the battle.

"Wow, how cute is 'Dragon Might'."

However, the effeminate young master Dietrich exaggeratedly spread his hands, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You can't even stun a mortal? Are you kidding me?"

"Laugh now, but you won't be laughing for long—"

With murderous intent, Siegfried used the body of the dragon-slaying sword Balmongk and pointed it at his opponent.

"Wait till I turn you into a woman, and I'll make you cry!"

(End of this chapter)