Custom Made Demon King

“Where am I now?!”

Two hours later, Sareth looked at the surrounding scenery and fell into deep thought while feeling bewildered.

He had not entered the Qliphoth with Dante and the others, so even though he knew that the interior of this tree was enormous, he did not have much of a concept. But after truly entering, Sareth immediately realized that he had made a mistake: he should not have separated from Nero and the others!

Although they had split up to search for Dante, Lady, and Trish, they had forgotten one thing -Sareth did not know how to use a phone, so even if he found them, he could not inform the others.

Moreover, such a gigantic place covered an area of ten kilometers, and this did not even include the height of the Qliphoth. It was easier said than done to find traces of three people in such an enormous area.

Therefore, Sareth could only brace himself and rely on luck to search, searching with the attitude of letting things take their course. In the beginning, he could still persevere and was quite enthusiastic. But after aimlessly searching around like this for a while, he felt bored.

The interest of children usually did not last long… Of course, Sareth remembered what Nero had said and tried his best to go higher. The interior of the Qliphoth was like a stairway to heaven. The higher he went, the closer he was to where Urizen was. Back then, Dante and the others had lost contact after fighting with Urizen. It was not impossible for them to escape after the defeat, but the closer he was to where Urizen was, the easier it would be to find them.

But now, after discovering that he was completely lost, Sareth had no choice but to consider whether this method was useful to him or not. He did not even know how high he had reached in the Qliphoth…

“Ah, so annoying!” Sareth sat on the ground dejectedly and scratched his head in annoyance.

Along the way, he had fought dozens of battles of various sizes and killed nearly two hundred low-rank demons and monsters. He had even encountered more than ten middle-rank demons. These enemies did not pose much of a threat to Sareth, but they annoyed him greatly.

How many demons are there in this tree? Sareth had no choice but to start thinking about this question. I’m afraid there are at least tens of thousands or even more. With so many demons, if we have to fight every time we encounter one, let alone three days, we might not even be able to finish searching in thirty days…

Sareth looked up at the misty dark sky. He wanted to fly up earlier, but he kept encountering demons that could fly and was naturally blocked.

I wonder how Nero and the others are doing… Sareth scratched his head. He had scratched his wild red hair into a chicken’s nest during this time. Since I’ve encountered this situation, perhaps Nero and V are the same. Too many demons are in the way.

Indeed, low-level demons were not difficult enemies for the people searching, but the problem was that there were too many of them. Sareth had this problem, and so did Nero and V. But unlike Sareth, Nero had rich combat experience fighting demons, so his intuition was naturally stronger. When he chose the paths to move forward, he could always find the right one, and he could always find the territories of some high-level demons.

In the territories of high-level demons, there were usually not many low-level ones gathered, so there were actually not many battles between Nero and low-level demons.

In fact, it was useless to wander around aimlessly like Sareth except to get into more unnecessary battles. So at this moment, Nero’s position and height were already far ahead of Sareth.

It was the same for V. Although his combat strength was not high, he had three familiars by his side to assist him in battle. Moreover, V knew his own situation, so he chose to avoid fighting. When he saw low-level demons, he would avoid them as much as he could, unlike Sareth, who charged forward to kill them when he saw them.

There were still many things Sareth had to learn…

However, neither Nero nor V would have thought that the destructive power of a brat would sometimes be so great…

Sareth, who was anxious, could no longer hold back after being attacked by three waves of low-level demons one after another.

“Damn it!” What’s going on with the demons here?! Sareth wiped the sweat off his forehead while panting. He looked at the ant-like insect-type demon lying at his feet and thought angrily, I clearly have the aura of a demon, and it’s the aura of a middle-rank demon. So why do these low-rank trash still dare to keep coming to me? Is it because of that guy named Urizen’s order? Low-level demons generally did not dare to provoke demons stronger than them unless they received orders from stronger demons. Sareth thought of this, but even though he thought of it, it did not mean that he could accept it.

The annoyed Sareth felt that he could not continue like this, so he, who had lost his temper and could no longer think straight, set his eyes on Executioner in his hand.

Should I… try?

With this thought in mind, he inserted Calamity back into his waist, held the handle of Executioner with both hands, and thrust the handle into the ground with a thud.

Foster Father, I’m going to use your power… Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on injecting magic power into Executioner.

When Roy gave this scythe to Sareth, he had already told him how to use it. But under normal circumstances, what Executioner displayed were the powers of darkness and flames. These two powers stemmed from the magic power nature of Sareth himself, and the weapon only amplified this magic power effect.

But in the depths of the scythe, Roy had sealed a portion of his own power. It was the power of ‘Plague Calamity’. Sareth could use this power that belonged to Roy alone to save his life or deal with a crisis.

However, Roy probably had not expected that Sareth would prepare to use this power when he was not in any danger…

First, he was curious about what kind of power his foster father had sealed in the weapon. Second, he could no longer tolerate the harassment of the low-level demons anymore, so he became hot-headed and used it!

With the continuous infusion of magic power flowing into Executioner, Sareth finally activated Roy’s power sealed in the scythe bit by bit…

Whoosh!!

A vortex visible to the naked eye appeared with the handle of Executioner as the center. It continuously circled around Sareth’s body and gradually became faster and faster, eventually turning into a hurricane. Sareth looked at the wall of wind with a radius of five meters surrounding him in surprise. Through the wall of wind, he could see countless air currents spreading to farther places. At first, the spreading air currents were normal, but gradually, the air currents began to turn black.

Not only the spreading air currents but the wall of wind wrapped around Sareth also gradually turned black.

It was not the color of the wind, but some black things blended into the wind! These black things were so tiny that they could not even be seen with the naked eye. But there were too many black things, and they numbered in the trillions. Only with so many did the wind become black!

They were viruses! These black things were deadly pathogens!

Under Sareth’s dumbfounded gaze, these deadly pathogens spread with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they spread five hundred meters… one kilometer… ten kilometers!

In merely tens of seconds, the entire Qliphoth was full of black mist!

An ant-shaped demon covered in disgusting whip-like appendages was walking aimlessly among the rubble when a black wind blew. The moment the wind blew by, the ant-shaped demon suddenly felt weak all over, and then it felt a piercing pain all over its body, as though thousands of needles were stabbing it.

The intense pain made the demon collapse to the ground and roar in pain, but it could not even move.

Before its roars ended, the skin and flesh on its body began to fester. Large chunks of muscle tissue seemed to be unable to connect together anymore and collapsed one after another. In less than a minute, this demon turned into a pool of blood and a pile of bones…

Not only this demon but all the demons moving nearby were like this. The low-rank demons could not even resist as they directly turned into pus. The middle-rank demons held on for a bit longer, but they soon followed the footsteps of the low-rank ones. Moreover, before their muscles fester, the magic power in their bodies was devoured…

Yes, Roy’s plague power sealed in Executioner was a plague that was a combination of the Magic Power Virus and the Desolate Virus, as well as dozens of other pathogens. It was extremely fatal.

Of course, the contagion was not that strong because Roy was afraid that Sareth would not be able to control it well and let these viruses spread in this world…

The plague spread, and numerous demons began to die. The corpses of flying demons fell from the sky one after another, and countless plants on the ground instantly withered. Even the insects hiding in the dark corners were not spared. They stumbled and crawled out of their hiding places and died everywhere. Wherever the dark wind blew, there was dead silence…

This was a plague of disaster known as ‘Destruction’!