Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Of course, the strength of Daitengu and Shuten-doji is enough.

But forgive me for being frank, the looks of these two really make her feel sick, let alone getting close to them, I'm afraid she will vomit.

Secondly, she was too busy at work.

Because of the tense relationship with human exorcists, as the general, she does not have enough free time to choose her favorite partner outside the demon tribe.

It was because of this that she chose parthenogenesis to produce Jiuchong.

One reason is so that the Kyoto monsters can have a new leader in case something happens to her.

Second, she also wanted to experience the feeling of being a mother, so she gave birth to Jiuchong.

But this does not mean that she has given up the idea of ​​finding a suitable partner.

And now this object has appeared in front of her.

Even if his race is demons, Yasaka, who has been empty, lonely and cold for hundreds of years, is already impatient.

Although she was not like the little monster below, who could not move her legs at all when she saw the man she liked.

But she was not as reserved and shy as other girls.

Showing herself to the fullest and making that man completely obsessed with her body, this was the thought that kept emerging in Yasaka's mind at this moment.

"Eh? Find me a father?"

Jiuchong was greatly shocked by his mother's remarks.

Of course she understood what father meant, as she had asked Yasaka who her father was in the past.

But Yasaka had always been vague with her and never told her the truth. Over time, she stopped worrying about such things.

But now, my mother actually said that she wanted to find a father for me.

Especially since his mother's cheeks were flushed and she looked seductive, Jiuchong was even more confused.

"...Yes, I'll find you a father."

The more Yasaka talked, the more excited she became.

What does this feeling feel like? It is like a big tree that has been blessed with sweet dew for a long time and can’t wait to drink the sweet spring water and enjoy the nourishment of the rain.

She now couldn't wait to lie in Vitan's arms, act coquettishly with him, enjoy his caress, and fall in love with him.

"Then, mother, who do you like?"

Jiuchong was still just a child and didn't know much about these love affairs, but she could understand that her mother, who had never mentioned such matters before, suddenly brought it up, which meant that there must be someone who attracted her.

Hearing Kunou's question, Yasaka opened her arms and motioned for Kunou to lie completely in her arms.

Holding her soft and sweet daughter in her arms, Yasaka spoke in a soft voice, not like a mature lady but like a young girl who is just beginning to fall in love.

“In fairy tales, the princess always falls in love with the prince who saves her.”

"Mom, it's the same."

“…It’s the same…”

Jiuchong was suddenly shocked and his head immediately became dizzy.

The little Loli now doesn’t understand what love means, but she just thinks that she asked for it and Vitan did it for her. He also took her to many places she couldn’t go before and played many things she had never played before.

For a little girl, this was enough to make them feel good.

However, this feeling, which had not even sprouted yet, was cut off by his mother, which really made the ignorant Jiuchong feel depressed.

"I...I understand, Mom..."

Jiuchong's ears, which had been full of energy, immediately drooped.

Seeing her daughter's behavior clearly, Yasaka could of course guess what her daughter was thinking.

But in her opinion, Jiuchong is still too young, so they can talk about this matter later.

"Then Kunou."

"Now tell mom where the important Vitan-sama is now."

The heroine is ready, and now the important thing is to find the hero to perform a perfect drama together.

……

Inside the living room of the hot spring hotel.

The whole room was shrouded in a silent atmosphere. People in the room sat in a line, but it seemed that no one wanted to say anything.

Just keep silent.

"What should we do now?"

Sitting cross-legged, the blue-haired strong man with a strong body like a bison is named Hercules, and he inherited the soul and blood of Hercules.

"What else can I do? I'm already a prisoner. I have to wait for their decision."

The one who answered this time was the brown-haired hedgehog-head, wearing glasses, Georg.

He is the descendant of the Faustian bloodline of medieval European universities.

"Before coming again, shouldn't everyone be mentally prepared?"

"What's the point of talking about this now?"

Opposite Georg was a little boy named Leonardo, who looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years old.

With silver hair and brown skin, he inherited the bloodline of the genius artist Leonardo da Vinci.

The overwhelming monsters just now were the masterpiece of this little guy, the effect caused by the artifact "Monster Creation".

"That's true, but the worst that can happen to us is death."

"The consequences for Joan of Arc may not be so good."

Georg closed his eyes and said lightly.

Of course, they had prepared themselves mentally before coming here.

It is extremely difficult to fight head-on with a strong man comparable to Orpheus and escape unscathed.

No matter how well-planned a plan is, it is still just a plan.

It is easy for mistakes and omissions to occur in the process.

It was as if they had not expected that Cao Cao would be so far behind the world's top strong men.

His life was taken away during just a single encounter.

This was the main reason why their plan failed completely.

However, they all lost in head-on one-on-one confrontations, and they had no complaints.

For example, when he was fighting with a little orange-haired girl, he was completely deceived by the illusion that blurred the virtual and the displayed image.

So does Leonardo.

No matter how many magical beasts can be summoned, they will be turned into lifelike ice sculptures in the hands of the girl wearing an ice-blue kimono and looking like a snow maiden.

You may feel unwilling to be plotted against, but what else can you say if you lose in a head-on confrontation?

"My consequences are not good, what do you mean..."

The woman named by Georg was wearing women's armor, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and had an outstanding figure. No matter from which aspect, she was a 90% beauty.

Joan of Arc!

A descendant of the tragic saint of France, she is in charge of the sacred weapon "Creation of the Holy Sword".

It is a completely opposite set of artifacts to Yuto Kiba's artifact "Magic Sword Creation" before it evolved.

"What else can it mean?"

"A descendant of a hero like you who inherited the blood of the saint and controls a divine weapon is the most suitable reincarnated demon body for those demon nobles."

"I guess by then you'll be living a miserable life where you work during the day and get fucked at night."

Georg shrugged his shoulders and said casually.

At least from his appearance, he really doesn't care about his fate and just lies down and doesn't care.

"Really? That's pretty good in my opinion."

"At least I'm still alive."

Unlike her other teammates who had completely disregarded their own lives, Jeanne showed a completely opposite attitude.

She showed a strong desire to survive.

Even if she became a slave, she didn't want to die like this.

"At the end of the day, I didn't agree with this plan from the beginning."

"What's the use of Indra and Hades helping us? We've all been captured, and I haven't even seen Indra."

“We have ended up in this situation.”

Joan of Arc kept complaining like a string of cannonballs.

She now regretted extremely that she had agreed to take part in this reckless action just because of the atmosphere.

If she were to do the same as Arthur and his sister who had sternly refused at that time, wouldn't she be able to leave this whirlpool peacefully?

"Instead of complaining here, Jeanne, you might as well take this moment to pray to your ancestors."

"Pray that you can find a good master among those many demon bastards?"

Hercules looked at Joan of Arc's cowardly appearance and mocked her with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, my mind is filled with..."

How could Joan of Arc endure being ridiculed? She just wanted to show her fighting power as a woman.

But in the next second.

"boom--!"

The guy who was talking big just now, at that moment, exploded from the inside of his body like a human bomb.

The blood spurted out in all directions.

According to where they are sitting now, no one present should be able to escape this baptism of blood.

But a strange scene appeared before their eyes again.

It was as if an invisible force was controlling the space here, and the scattered blood gathered towards one point, forming a blood ball the size of a fist.

"Among the demons of the past, there were indeed many scumbags."

"But we said it's okay, and it's not your turn as prisoners to judge us, understand?"

Vitan pushed the door open and walked in, his cold eyes sweeping across the faces of these completely shocked members of the Hero Faction one by one.

And the sight finally stopped on Joan of Arc, the only woman at the scene with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"You were originally used as abandoned pawns by Emperor Shitian."

"He never intended to rescue you from the beginning."

"However, you should be happy that the guy Emperor Shitian has been captured by me now."

"What I can assure you is that Emperor Shitian's treatment is definitely far inferior to yours."

While speaking, Vitan sat on the only single sofa in the room.

"So what's our endgame?"

Georg asked calmly.

This feeling made him completely ignore the death of Hercules.

"Straight to the point?"

Vitan raised an eyebrow and crossed his left leg.

"I have prepared two options for you."

"The first one is to accept baptism and become a reincarnated devil as you wish, but you will be put in shackles around your neck and your life will be controlled by us."

"The second one is that I will strip you of your divine weapons. The probability of death will be half and half."