I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 159

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

Chapter 159

Caesar shrugged his shoulders and said,

“Yes. Do I look a bit different now?”

“…Is that really true?”

“That’s right. That’s why I came to scout directly. To see if we can completely wipe out the Black Horn Tribe.”

“Why are you trying to deal with the Black Horn Tribe?”

“Why else? Because they’re a threat. If they push forward on the front lines, the lines could be breached.”

Arang began to think deeply.

Caesar immediately used psychometry.

-Why is this guy trying to protect humans?

-What kind of relationship does he have with humans?

-Is he siding with humans just to survive?

-Is he even getting close to the succubi for the sake of humans?

-If that’s the case…

His tail gradually rises upward.

As he began to be unnecessarily wary, Caesar decided to cut off his worries.

“I know what you’re worried about. I belong to the Allied Forces, but I work with Agatha.”

“… Agatha? Are you talking about Agatha Reinwaltz?”

“Yes. Didn’t you notice who came to the Eagle valley when the succubus arrived?”

“I didn’t have a chance to see up close.”

“If you’re suspicious, go ask Agatha. Ask her who’s side I’m on.”

Arang’s tail lowered.

His vigilance had somewhat subsided.

“So what’s the real reason for maintaining the front lines?”

“It’s not about the front lines. It’s because the Black Horn Tribe is a threat. Agatha struggled to regain her position in the demon realm, and we can’t let her lose it again.”

Arang nodded as if he understood.

-Caesar is on Agatha’s side.

-Then it might not be bad to hide until the Allied Forces clean up the Black Horn Tribe.

-Honestly, it won’t be easy to deal with the Black Horn Tribe with our strength alone.

-But if the wizards move, many trees will be destroyed…

-I can’t just watch the trees die……

-What should I do?

Even in this situation, the fact that he’s thinking about trees shows they’re true tree lovers.

Despite being on the brink of life and death.

“Can you deal with the Black Horn Tribe using only knights and soldiers without using wizards?”

“We’ll be using cannons, so trees being destroyed is an unavoidable consequence.”

“…That’s just like humans. Only the beast people think about nature.”

“So what are you planning to do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you willing to help us?”

Arang thought for a moment before speaking.

“…Putting out the fire at our feet is an urgent matter. But isn’t it too humiliating to join hands with humans who invaded the demon realm?”

Arang’s tail dropped.

He knows it’s time to set aside his pride, but asking humans for help seems too pathetic.

Honestly, if Caesar were in Arang’s position, he would probably abandon the demon realm and run away rather than ask humans for help.

“Although this is just our tribe’s opinion, I think it would be better to apologize to the Queen of Succubi and receive their help.”

“It sounds like you’re apologizing because you have no other choice, since you’re in this situation?”

Arang clenched his fist.

“……We were short-sighted as well.”

Caesar liked Arang’s humble approach.

“Come to Agatha in two weeks. I’ll tell her in advance. Bring all the beast people who think like you to apologize.”

“Do you think she’ll accept the apology?”

“I don’t know. Considering the humiliation and insult they’ve suffered, they might want to tear you apart.”

Arang and other beast people trembled.

A mix of fear, shame, and humiliation.

“But what can you do? Humans are the only ones who can help you.”

Arang closed his eyes tightly, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

“In two weeks, I’ll go meet the Queen.”

***

Arang and all the beast people had left.

The aftermath of the battle that occurred at dawn began to return to the natural order.

Carrion-eating beasts like eagles and crows swarmed in, pecking at the corpses or tearing them to pieces and carrying them away.

The blood was washed away by rainwater, forming small streams that flowed into the nearby river.

In this calm and methodical natural cycle, Caesar stood with the skull staff in his hand, eyes closed.

The beasts carefully approached, watching Caesar, who didn’t move a muscle.

They were probably trying to confirm if Caesar was dead.

“Huh…”

As Caesar exhaled deeply and opened his eyes, all the beasts were startled and fled into the forest.

“Uuuuuugh!”

Eventually, Caesar threw away his staff and began to dry heave.

“This damn… Motherfucker.”

It was the aftermath of psychometry.

Caesar spat out saliva and organized the memories he had just read.

The Black Horn Tribe’s reason for hunting beast people was not simply to enslave or eat them.

The reason they targeted beast people was that the main ingredient for making this staff was the bones of a ‘wizard’ or ‘sorcerer’.

The process of making this skull staff is as follows:

They capture a living beast person and force the high priest to inject a black energy, which they call a ‘black blessing’.

Then the beast person’s flesh rapidly swells, gets crushed, and breaks apart.

What remains are the relatively intact spine, sacrum, thigh bones, and skull, which do not break. When more ‘black blessing’ is added, the flesh can’t withstand it and flows away, leaving only the bones.

The beast person transformed into a staff by the black blessing ends up in an ambiguous state, neither dead nor alive, becoming a vessel to contain black energy for the rest of their life.

The scream that emerged when Caesar broke this staff was an expression of pain and euphoria as the beast person’s soul was liberated.

“The high priest has one more reason to die.”

Caesar roughly wiped the foreign substance from his mouth.

An impulse to immediately smash the high priest’s head arose, but he suppressed it with reason.

It’s impossible to kill the high priest alone.

Even gathering the human forces would not be enough.

Caesar recalled Arang’s words.

-I’ll try to gather more of our fellow tribesmen who share our thoughts.

-But it won’t be easy.

-There aren’t many beast people like me who can endure such humiliation.

-And I’ll tell you the location of the region where we’re staying.

-Come here if you need to contact us.

Caesar whistled.

Whitey, who was resting in the wooden forest, came running.

“Whitey. Let’s go meet those guys with horns on their heads.”

Whitey sighed.

-…Are we going to make another scary friend?

“Just because they have horns doesn’t mean they’re all friends, Whitey.”

Caesar led Whitey eastward.

***

Geotech mixed white plaster powder well with water.

Unlike his rough and thick hands, his brush movement was quite delicate.

Geotech stood in front of a broken mirror piece, holding the well-mixed plaster in a wooden bowl.

This was an item he had accidentally discovered in the beast people’s forest and treasured the most.

Thanks to this, he no longer needed to bow his head and look at water while applying makeup.

Geotech stared at the mirror.

A huge green monster stood inside the broken mirror.

Arms as thick as trees in the forest.

Shoulders as wide as a fox’s river crossing the beast people’s forest, and a tough green skin that couldn’t be pierced even by a sword.

A bone necklace symbolizing that he was a troll, neither an ogre nor an orc, and a ‘sorcerer’.

Geotech looked at the four horns growing on his head.

His horns were not black.

Geotech’s horns were white.

But at the end of the white horns, there were some dark, spotted marks.

Thud!

Geotech lightly tapped the black part, and plaster fell off with white powder.

Geotech furrowed his brow.

Perhaps because it was the rainy season, the white plaster stuck to the horn had become damp and fell off easily.

Geotech carefully applied plaster to the exposed black part.

The lumpy white plaster stuck to the black horn and turned white.

Geotech smiled satisfactorily and started applying white plaster from the root of the horn that had grown, passing over his own eyes to beneath his chin.

Afterward, Geotech carefully examined his own face.

“I am the Demon King.”

Geotech wanted to laugh but couldn’t manage a satisfied smile.

If he changed his expression, the still-wet plaster would fall with a pattering sound to the floor.

At that moment, a man entered by pulling back the canvas.

“Are you applying makeup again? Geotech?”

Geotech looked at the man through a broken mirror.

It was impossible for an ordinary human to be wandering around Geotech’s tent, which was filled only with Orc beings.

Moreover, entering his sacred tent without permission was such a serious breach of etiquette that ‘the blessing’ should be revoked.

But this man was an exception.

This human was not an ordinary human.

This human was the devil who made Geotech the Demon King and the great prophet who would lead him to the Demon King’s castle.

Geotech stared at the six horns on his head.

Though the number was more than Geotech’s, no matter how he looked at them, these horns were neither as impressive nor as large as Geotech’s.

They just looked like withered fingers.

“This is not makeup like humans do. I don’t know how many times I have to say this.”

Geotech said while looking at his beautifully crafted white horns.

“This is a magical technique to implant the soul of the Demon King into my body.”

The man leaned his staff against the front, propped at his waist, and chuckled.

“Well, let’s say that’s true.”

“By the way, what’s happening here? I thought I told you not to enter my sacred space?”

“Something has happened to my comrades recently.”

“Comrades? Oh, are you talking about other prophets?”

“Yes. I’ve lost contact with those guys recently. They said the hero Yan has come to the demon realm, and it might be because of them.”

“The hero?”

Geotech looked directly at the man without looking in the mirror.

“The hero has come to the demon realm again?”

“Are you afraid?”

“No.”

Geotech picked up the skull staff hanging on the bone stand.

“If I kill the hero, all the demon tribes in the demon realm will recognize me as the Demon King. I think this is rather a good opportunity.”

Geotech inwardly hoped that his boldness and courage would be conveyed to this man.

The man shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if that happens, we’ll certainly recognize you as the Demon King.”

Geotech couldn’t smile, but a laugh escaped him.

It was extremely rare to be acknowledged by this fastidious prophet.

Because of this, the plaster that was starting to dry began to fall.

“Anyway, I’ll leave for a moment to deal with that problem.”

Geotech furrowed his brow.

White plaster fell pattering down onto his black eyebrow.

“You want to leave at such an important time? The moment to exterminate humans and become the Demon King is almost upon us. The priests have all learned how to use staffs, and the number of black-horned tribes following me is as numerous as the trees in this forest. I’m saying we’re just days away from entering the Demon King’s castle.”

“I know. But I want to precisely understand why communication with my comrades has been cut off.”

“You worry too much, Prophet.”

The man chuckled softly.

“That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

The man put on a black hood.

His sharp horns were thus hidden.

Geotech could never understand why this prophet concealed his horns.

Why would he hide horns that were almost like a blessing from the heavens?

Perhaps it was because they were less impressive than Geotech’s horns.

“Anyway, I’ll take my leave now. Geotech, if you are truly the Demon King, you can become one even without me. A prophet guides the path, not makes the Demon King.”

“Go ahead. Belial.”

When Belial stomped his foot, his body turned to ash and departed through the sacred tent’s entrance.

Talking with Belial had caused the plaster to harden completely.

Geotech inspected the plaster on his horns and face before pulling back the tent and stepping out.

As soon as he pulled back the tent, a blood-soaked altar came into view.

Beyond that altar, incredibly steep stairs were laid out.

Geotech’s sacred tent was atop a massive pyramid.

Geotech stood before the altar beneath a waterproof cloth blocking the rain.

The black-horned tribes who had been endlessly dancing and playing instruments below the stairs stopped their activities and prostrated themselves toward Geotech.

Boom! Boom!

With two magnificent drum beats, countless black-horned tribes shouted:

“Great King! High Priest who will guide us to our heavenly realm!”

Thud!

The black-horned tribes pressed their foreheads hard into the ground.

As tens of thousands of black-horned tribes lowered their heads, the ground trembled.

“Worship him!”

Thud!

“Worship him!”

Geotech climbed onto the altar.

Then, after receiving an obsidian dagger from an ogre with horns, he stabbed it into his own chest.

The obsidian dagger definitively pierced Geotech’s heart.

A sharp yet heavy pain sent signals to Geotech’s brain and hand.

Signals saying to pull it out quickly.

Signals saying he would die otherwise.

But Geotech did not stop there and continued sliding downward.

Blood poured like a fountain, flowing down the stairs.

The black-horned tribes, seemingly unable to bear the sight of his blood diluting and disappearing in the rainwater, repeatedly struck their foreheads on the ground.

Geotech pulled out and threw away the dagger.

As his internal organs flowed out and bright crimson blood stained the floor,

Geotech struck his skull staff on the ground.

Boom!

“I am immortal!”

The black blessing flowing from the skull staff slowly pushed his spilling internal organs back inside.

Boom!

“I am blessed!”

The black sacred power sewed and sealed Geotech’s flesh.

When Geotech returned to a complete body, the black-horned tribes scratched their bodies and broke their foreheads, craving sanctity.

“I am the Demon King!”

The black sacred power flowing from Geotech’s staff spread like fog, perfectly healing the wounded black-horned tribes.

The black-horned tribes, unable to contain their reverence, repeatedly bowed.

“My time is near! On the day the 199th lightning falls! I will descend upon the invaders of the demon realm like thunder, and wash them away like rain!”

Geotech struck down his staff.

Boom!

“Cast away the fear of death! Your heavenly realm is not after death, but in this land where you breathe and live! You will fight eternally, conquer eternally, and rule eternally!”

The black-horned tribes roared simultaneously.

Heaven and earth shook, and the raindrops falling from the sky curved.

Geotech finally smiled with satisfaction, and a small plaster mix dropped from his horn.

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