DEMON LORDS

King's Descendants

"God!" The old man smirked, he had not expected it to be this easy to provoke them.

In the first five seconds, all the officers fired their bullets at the old man, along with the officers, the robots around also fired their shots a second longer.

Yet no matter it was sooner or later, the old man was able to see everything very clearly!

"This is why I prefer the sword..." The old man muttered.

With steady movement, strong instinct, speed in swinging the sword and precise prediction, the old man could slash through the entire bullet aimed at him in no time.

To the surprise of everyone at the scene, they never thought that the rusted iron would be able to withstand a bullet whose trajectory could barely be seen by the eye.

"Old man, you turned out to be quite skilled huh, but it's a pity that this weapon can not only shoot once, you idiot!" One of the officers smiled broadly.

But the Recitation given by the old man was very ordinary, with his flat face he could even make the officers become more there than before.

"Old base peyot!" the officer shouted in annoyance.

Once again all the officers and robots shot simultaneously, but this time they shot in a row and did not stop even once.

But again everything did not go according to what they thought, all the bullets they fired could be easily cut down by the old man without anything hitting him.

"That's impossible! you must have used some kind of cheating magic!" The officer said as he continued to shoot.

Even up to their last bullet, none of them had managed to hit it even just to scratch the old man's body, nor did his clothes scuff in the slightest make the officers creep.

"You think that where is this child without manners, this is the world of sword and magic and then where can I be said to be cheating? now who's the idiot here?" The old man said with contempt.

Now that everyone was trembling in fear, no one dared to reply to the old man's words as long as he still clasped his sword which was enveloped in a bluish aura.

Of course, robots that from the beginning had no common sense and no mind at all understood what fear was.

Again even without being ruled by the owner, they shot simultaneously towards the old man. But even before the fifth decays were fired, the entire robot was already split in half and stopped functioning.

"Well, I don't know what use you guys make weird, totally useless machines like this..." The old man was upset.

He approached the whole officer step by step, the sword aura in his hand also turned red, no matter how different it was from the previous blue one, but the officers knew that it was not a good thing.

"So, how do you want to die?" The old man grinned as he looked at everyone who was terrified of him.

At the time when the old man was about to behead the chief of the officers, from a distance a fairly smooth hissing sound was heard.

The old man was quite curious then turned his head up, he saw a high-speed missile being shot towards him.

"It's terrible!" The old man looked panicked, he never expected that people were hunting him to this extent! they even sacrificed their own friends!

He swiftly sheathed his sword, then closed his eyes and awaited the imminent death.

But while he was waiting for death, a very charismatic voice came from above the sky.

He flicked his finger then a small transparent dome covered the old man completely.

Moments after the dome formed, the missile that fell from the sky directly hit the small dome and blew up everything around it. Even that group of officers could not survive from there at all because they did not have any preparation.

After all the flames disappeared, the dome slowly disappeared and then revealed the old man who was standing to stick his sword on the ground, closing his eyes and preparing for everything that would happen to him.

But when he opened his eyes, he was very surprised and speechless because all the places around him had been destroyed except for the place he stood on, he could not believe the miracle that was happening to him.

When he was staring around, he could feel traces of some magic energy around him.

Now he knows that it is not a miracle at all but someone is helping him not to be hit by the missile explosion.

"Whoever you are I am so grateful to you for saving my life." The old man muttered as he bowed, then he pulled his sword from the ground and prepared to leave from there.

But just as he was about to step up, a very charismatic voice immediately stopped him.

"Who allowed you to leave?"

The old man stiffened, he had never felt this powerful energy before, even if it was his own ancestor, they were simply not comparable to someone standing behind him.

The old man did not even dare to look back, even if it was just a single glance.

"Dear Lord, I apologize for my previous indecency, and besides I am very grateful for your help." The old man said nervously.

"Why do you think that the one who helped you was me?" Zovarein looked at him curiously.

"It's easy sir, other than you, no one else has magic energy around here." The old man was still unable to calm himself.

"So, then why do you turn your back on me like that? do you feel that I am not at all worthy to speak to you with four eyes?" Zovarein just strengthened his aura, which made the old man even more panicked and immediately turned around.

As soon as he wanted to speak, he was shocked to see that Zovarein was not standing on the ground at all, but floating in the air!

"Damn..." The old man could not help his surprise anymore, he never thought that someone who saved him could fly, and he was not at all human but Satan!

"What's wrong? is my face that ugly to make you quiet?" Zovarein grinned.

"N-no, I was just surprised to find out that you are actually a Devil, this is not unexpected at all." The old man tried to smile kindly.

"Well, I don't actually want to make small talk so get straight to the point." Zovarein looked at the old man seriously.

Seeing that Zovarein had a need with him, the old man soon became more nervous than before, fearing that he would answer the Devil's question wrongly.

"Hey...why can a descendant of a King like you be what you are today?"

...—To Be Continued —...