The Last Descendant of the Holy Sword Family

Demon King Pride

In a small alley that was quite far from the castle of the demon king Pride, 3 human beings walked slowly and heartily.

"Is anyone following us?"

One man asked two others.

"No, so far no one's been following us."

"Good then, we should look for useful information."

The three of them continued walking in a dark alley with hearts. But suddenly their steps stopped once they heard the sound of an explosion.

"Where's that sound from?"

"It looks like it's from the North."

'North 'round? If I'm not mistaken it's the direction towards the demon king's castle.'

"We'll go see it, watch your steps well either. Don't let anyone see us."

"Good."

The three of them ran north through a dark alley. Once they reached their destination, the three of them were shocked by the sight before them.

The castle belonging to the demon king was burned and some parts were smashed. It was an extremely rare sight to see, however it was rare to be able to see a fight within the demon lord's castle.

"We'll gather information, you two keep following me."

The three men ran towards the castle belonging to the demon king Pride.

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The throne room where Zen fought rightfully had been destroyed, now there was no more roof. The night sky with shining stars can be easily seen.

Zen came out from a pile of rubble, his clothes were filled with dust.

"Truely, the demon lord had completely destroyed his castle."

Zen cleaned the dust that was attached to his clothes. Zen then looked around him, hundreds of demon warriors had surrounded him.

"Your movement is too fast, master demon lord."

Zen looked towards the demon king who was smiling arrogantly.

"You don't suspect it, do you?"

"Yes, I don't suspect it at all. You even destroyed your own castle."

"To be able to eliminate danger like you this castle is a cheap price."

"That's it, but it's a pity you still haven't been able to defeat me."

"Hmp, how arrogant. You all kill him!"

The hundreds of warriors were attacking Zen, compared to the 3 people Zen had fought before those hundreds of warriors were only slightly stronger.

"At first I didn't plan to use it, but it seems like I have no other choice."

Zen took out one of his cursed swords, Zen started attacking the soldiers who came towards him. For ordinary people maybe the fight looks like a braking that will make Zen not wart.

But for Zen this was a massacre he was doing. Zen did not fight hundreds of soldiers simultaneously, but Zen fought one by one soldiers hundreds of times.

As if dancing, every time Zen swung his sword there would be a dead soldier. In a short time about 50 soldiers had died.

Pride who saw that became furious, the arrogant smile on his face had disappeared.

"All of you, use magic to kill him."

The surviving soldiers also listened to the orders of the pride. They all cast magic spells.

Just from hearing the spells used by those soldiers Zen knew that they were using low-level magic. That magic was not a threat to him at all, which was why Zen did not create an anti-magic Zone.

The soldiers had finished chanting, they all then barraged Zen. Dozens of low-level magic headed towards Zen, most of the magic used was fire ball and wind Blade.

Zen almost laughed after seeing the magic used by those soldiers. After all, it was not magic that could defeat him.

Zen felt that there was no point in lingering in this castle for long, then Zen quickly headed towards the soldiers while avoiding all the magic that was heading towards him.

Zen killed those soldiers easily, Zen only felt a hint of meaningless resistance. In an instant all the warriors who were besieging Zen had died and only the demon king Pride was left now.

"It's a shame, if they were just a little stronger they might be able to keep me a little entertained."

"Basic monster."

"I hear that often, so are you going to fight me next?"

"At first I had no intention of intervening directly, but it seems like I have no other choice."

Pride then took out a sword from his storage room. The sword was filled with a considerable dark aura.

With that sword Pride then attacked Zen. The swords of the two of them clashed against each other, and several times the pride was made backwards by Zen.

"Good sword, where'd you get it?"

Sneerfully pride asked Zen.

"Of course this is a good sword, after all this sword is one of the 10 strongest swords in the world."

"So yes, but it's all useless if the user himself can't keep up with the power of that sword."

"Yes, that's why........"

Zen stopped talking, he stood in his place without the slightest move. Pride slowly walked towards Zen while smiling with satisfaction.

"It turns out he can't survive this bewitching."

The magic that Pride is currently using is high-level magic, which is Time Stop time-stopping magic. This magic brought the time around this world to a halt. There will be no weak creatures that will be able to move if magic is active.

Pride was already convinced of his victory, he stopped right in front of Zen.

"You're a pretty talented little vampire, but it's unfortunate that you're going to die now."

Pride raised his sword and pointed it at Zen. Pride was about to thrust his sword into Zen, but it was stopped by Zen's hand.

"Time Stop is it? I can't believe a low-level demon lord can use this magic."

Zen stopped Pride's sword with both of his fingers. It made Pride become so tangent, he did not expect this to happen.

"Why can you still move?"

With a confused tone and a startled expression Pride asked Zen.

"Why? Isn't that obvious. This magic can indeed make weak creatures unable to move, but for a high-level existence like me this magic is very useless."

Time Stop magic may indeed be able to make weak creatures such as animals and humans unable to move, but for high-level existences such as world lords, gods, vampire ancestors, and so on, this magic dragon king and emperor would be useless. Even if time is stopped, they can still move freely.

"Who are you really?"

"Hmm, I don't think you need to know. You'll be dead soon too."

Zen broke Pride's sword and raised his cursed sword. Then with a look of disdain, Zen thrust his sword into Pride's heart.

Blood continued to pour out from his chest and mouth pride as soon as Zen thrust his sword. Pride's consciousness began to disappear, his body immediately lying on a shattered floor.

"Goodbye sixth rank demon king, lord of the demon king Pride."