Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Immediately after Paul, Baku, and Simon reached halfway down the passage, two winged beasts lunged down, attacking them.

In a desperate movement, Baku grasped his two-handed kanabo 1and smashed the leading wyvern in the side of its head, shattering the beast's brittle eardrum and cheek.

—Crack!

The moment the first wyvern's body crumpled from the impact of Baku's blow, Paul's hands snapped three barrier runes, tossing them ahead to block the second.

"Paul, pull back into the barrier!"

—Woosh!

A burst of wind and sharp stones flung at the barrier from the second beast's wings flickering rapidly the moment before it crashed into the barrier with a loud thud, cracking the first purple sphere with one hit.

"Damn... what the hell are these things?!"

"Wyvern!" Baku growled, his muscles bulging as he smashed the kanabo into the face of the first wyvern repeatedly, panting as it struggled to fight back.

"I don't care if they are inferior dragons—they are terrifying creatures! I've only heard of them in fairy tales!"

Simon's voice echoed through the rumbling cave, his swords held ahead, facing the beast with a wingspan of roughly five metres at most. These were genuine wyverns, not drakes.

Paul watched the two beasts while taking out two runes in his hand.

The wooden slabs instantly cracked as a burst of purple light, seven missiles each bursting out towards the two wyverns. Paul's eyes switched to checking the barrier. With only two remaining, he couldn't lower his guard for a moment.

—Da-da-da-dah!

The missiles fired several waves of small purple bolts, knocking the beast's back, denting their soft scales and snapping a few of their teeth.

Baku's strength was monstrous. The second beast's wings burst forward, unleashing a storm of sharp pebbles that cracked the second barrier to the point of shattering it.

Paul's hands were already prepared, and two additional runes were thrown out, snapping the same barrier spell again. It flickered to life just a moment before the wyverns launched another wing buffet attack.

At the same time, Simon's blades swung down on the first beast's face, aiming for its eye. He landed a perfect cut, slashing its cornea.

The blinded beast roared in fury, but it couldn't dodge Baku's brutal blow that followed right after.

—Crunch!

It was a bone-cracking hit that smashed its jaw.

"Damn... this is hard..." Paul hissed in a heavy breath, throwing another set of missile spells.

Because of his low mana, he used these runes to fight the same as a normal mage might, but this didn't remove the mana cost and stop him from becoming exhausted.

With one of the wyverns down, the second became more irate, groaning and roaring. Its tail lashed, and the beast pushed away from the group with its wings. Then, it soared upwards and flew up the passage out of the cave.

At that moment, a sudden quake in the ground threw them off their balance and shattered every barrier that Paul created, causing them to drop before a huge beam of pure mana shot into the sky from the opposite direction.

—BWOOOSH!

The blue magic beam cut through the sky and air, creating a hole in the clouds above, once raging with storms; now, there was a blue opening revealing the sunlight, as a low howl and ringing followed the beam vanishing.

Paul's eyes were wide, looking towards the end of the passage. He didn't have the luxury of admiring the scene since they still faced a wyvern, and now there wasn't a barrier!

"Damn it, Simon, be careful! Those claws will tear you apart!"

"Let us pray that our luck hasn't run out, or this dragon's roar is a hoax," Baku grumbled.

With a great push of his arms, Baku raised the giant club and slammed it over his shoulder while gazing at the circling wyvern, watching them in silence.

"How do we bring it down?" Simon asked before a series of small pops echoed as four magical arrows shot from a distance at the flying wyvern.

Two arrows hit its body, piercing the wyvern's skin and causing the beast to hiss and fly around. A small chuckle escaped from the cave entrance, and they saw their rescuer, who was a woman, an elf with dark skin.

Ciela stood atop a massive rock, holding her bow and several elven arrows between her fingers as she drew back her bowstring once again, and with a swirling green mana at the tip of her bow, she started shooting rapidly.

Simon watched her, mesmerised, his hands gripping his blades tightly, but there was no way to help her. He could only gaze at the wyvern, attempting to dodge her arrows that transformed into shining beams of light.

"Human, aim for it's wings! Help that Elf bring it down!" Baku growled while breathing heavily, watching the wyvern change focus onto Ciela.

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The beast's screech rumbled and shook the passage as it darted towards Ciela, leaving the three behind.

Yet Paul was not one to be left out of the battle, not after all. This battle might be one of his last! He tossed two runic spells, snapping the wood for a single barrier.

His last one and the other created an arc of lightning.

—Bzzt!

A small bolt of electricity shot at the creature, landing a perfect shot at the wyvern's side. The shock forced its muscles to tense as it lost control, falling and hitting the side of the passage before falling against the barrier with a thud.

The surface cracks before shattering.

His spells only bought a few moments, but in those moments, the elven princess recovered, her magic-charged arrows crackling as she released four in a row, aimed at the join connected to the wyvern's right wing. "Fall!" Ciela whispered, her lips curling into a slight grin.

Each arrow landed on the wyvern, causing the creature's body to twist and contort from the shock.

The muscles contracted as they tore through its tough flesh and sinew, cleaving the right wing and arm from the body. A scream of rage escaped the beast's lips as the limb separated, the sound of bone and flesh popping echoing throughout the canyon.

—THUD!

Simon and Baku rushed forward the moment they saw the wyvern falling, both wrapped in their aura as it slammed into the ground a moment before they lunged at the beast.

Simon's twin swords sliced into its side while Baku brought his weapon down like a meteor from the sky. His club came down, smashing its head and causing blood to splatter all over their bodies. One blow was never enough.

The monster thrashed in terror, and as if their lives depended on it, they continuously brought their weapons down upon its body, crushing, slicing and butchering the grounded wyvern.

Meanwhile... back at the canyon centre, Asmodeus stood silently, gazing at the humongous creature that emerged from the broken cavern entrance.

The bronze dragon.

'I guess killing that dinosaur really awoke this bastard...' Asmodeus thought to himself, watching as the copper-scaled dragon crawled from the crumbling hole, a gigantic maw the size of a small house. It was nothing like the young dragon that appeared when he fought with Velvet... this was a genuine elder dragon.

Its bloodshot and eerily red eyes gazed at Asmodeus as the bronze dragon dragged its body from the small hole, creating huge quakes in the earth with each movement.

"Human?"

An old... hoarse voice, the eyes of the dragon seemed to flicker between the eerie red and a dull copper colour several times before it growled.... and slammed the ground, causing Asmodeus to bounce, the obsidian slate shattering from the immense weight.

"No... demon....demon....DEMON!"

With each repetition, the bronze dragon became more enraged, thrashing its body and trying to climb from the cave faster.

"I WILL NOT FALL TO YOU AGAIN, DEMON!"

The earth split open in a circle of fire that blasted the area, sending Asmodeus hurtling across the canyon.

He used his wings to counter the force against him, but the dragon's wings finally left the canyon... huge, nothing more than that at least fourteen metres long. As the dragon emerged, it spread its wings, and from them burst a blast of wind so powerful that it cracked the ground below and knocked down several of the canyon walls.

The bronze dragon was free from his cave prison, and his rage was palpable. It was a being that seemed almost eternal.

"You disturbed my rest... disturbed her slumber! Demons... demons must die... all demons, only death!"

Incessantly crazed and burning with a desire to destroy Asmodeus, the dragon flapped its gigantic wings. With a flap, the entire mountain began to shake, and the dragon rose in the air, its head reaching for the heavens.

Then, its scales flashed, and with another flap, the dragon's mouth opened, unleashing a shaky roar.

ROAR!!!!

"Damn... so noisy..." Asmodeus stood on the edge of a broken canyon wall. His eyes narrowed, watching the dragon as it stared down at him, obsessed and clearly determined to kill him.

'Well... at least the other's left.'

—Snap!

The next moment, Asmodeus snapped his fingertips, a brilliant volley of hundreds of magic arrows shot from beneath the dragon. The magic circle he had formed earlier launched the beautiful blood arrows into the beast's soft belly.

As they pierced through, a minor explosion caused a slight wound in the creature's hide.

It wasn't a life-threatening wound. The bronze dragon was a colossal monster, one of the oldest of its kind. Although its body and scales were practically impervious to such attacks, it still irritated the dragon.

Asmodeus grasped his weapon, now transformed into its blood-drinking axe form—with a slight smirk on his lips. He flung himself into the air towards the dragon.

'Well... Let's earn the dragon slayer title for real.'

Two-handed Spiked mace of Japanese Origin. Typically used by the Oni in fantasy media.