"Little bug, you want to save him?"
Above the desolate and ruined plains, a silver dragon with a body nearly a hundred meters tall lowered its head slightly. Its hideous, evil pupils looked at the little bug beneath it with cruel eyes, its voice echoing in the air like the whispers of a demon.
".... What exactly do you mean, Your Excellency?"
Cocytus looked at the dragon in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, he looked at Lu Minghao and asked. Although he was endowed with a warrior-like personality by the Creator, he was not an idiot. How could beings of their evil alignment suddenly have such kindness?
"It's very simple. Let's play a game. If you win, I'll let him go?"
As he spoke, Lu Minghao slightly tightened the dragon claw covering Demiurge. Under the terrifying force, a series of bone fractures came from Demiurge's body. The intense pain caused Demiurge to let out a low groan.
"Don't... don't agree to him!"
However, even so, Demiurge still strained to look at Cocytus, opening his mouth and speaking intermittently. As a demon, he could clearly sense the undisguised malice of the dragon in front of him. The other party just wanted to play with them, and had no intention of letting them go at all.
"Cocytus... Ahhhhh!"
Just as Demiurge was about to say something, dazzling electric light lit up on the silver-white dragon claw. In an instant, Demiurge let out a shrill scream under the extreme pain. After the electric light disappeared, Demiurge had already collapsed powerlessly on the dragon claw, with wisps of black smoke rising from his body, and a faint meaty aroma wafted in the air.
"Demiurge!"
Looking at the motionless Demiurge, Cocytus shouted nervously. His four hands tightly gripped his weapons, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he stared at Lu Minghao. This was the first time he had felt so powerless since coming to this world, feeling that he, as a Guardian of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, was so weak.
"Your Excellency... what kind of game do you want to play?"
The next second, Cocytus released his hands and looked at Lu Minghao with humiliation in his eyes, asking. For his companion to survive, he had to do this, even if he knew that it was actually futile.
After all, for beings of the evil alignment, keeping promises was a joke in itself.
"Very good, then let's play a very simple game. The prize of the game is this demon's life."
After speaking, Lu Minghao lightly released the dragon claw. Demiurge, who had been tortured to the point of being on his last breath, fell to the ground with a thud, rolling out several meters. His scorched skin was covered in dust, looking extremely wretched.
"What do you want to play?"
Cocytus looked at Demiurge rolling to his feet, squatted down and helped him up. After confirming that he still had life, he breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and walked forward, looking at Lu Minghao and asking.
"It's very simple oh."
As he spoke, Lu Minghao gently waved his dragon claw, and the sand on the ground began to liquefy, then solidified into a ten-meter-high cross. At the same time, Demiurge, lying on the ground, flew to the cross, spreading his hands and hanging on it.
Immediately, a dragon scale several meters wide fell from Lu Minghao's body, constantly decomposing and shaping in mid-air. Finally, dozens of silver-white single-handed swords shining with cold light landed in front of Cocytus.
"What do you want to do?"
Cocytus looked at the long swords shining with cold light in front of him. Even without using them, Cocytus was absolutely certain that each of these swords was a weapon comparable to a divine artifact. He couldn't understand what Lu Minghao wanted to do.
"It's very simple. You should have seen the human game of throwing knives. It's about tying a person to a wooden board as a target, and another person blindfolding themselves and attacking the other person with a knife. This is a game that tests tacit understanding and mutual trust. Since you are willing to save him and agree to play the game, then this little game that tests tacit understanding and trust must be very suitable for you two."
Lu Minghao slowly explained the rules of the little game with a smile on his hideous dragon face, but this seemingly plain voice made Cocytus, the Floor Guardian of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, couldn't help but tremble.
This guardian, who had not shown any fear even when he was almost killed by Lu Minghao's attack before, now looked at the long swords in front of him and didn't even have the courage to reach out and grab them.
With Demiurge's current situation, if he made a mistake during the game and the long sword hit Demiurge's vital point, then Demiurge would die at his hands. At that time, how could he have the face to see the Supreme Anz, who trusted him so much?
"What's wrong, you don't dare to play?"
Just as Cocytus was still hesitating, Lu Minghao's oppressive body appeared next to Demiurge. The huge dragon claw gently stroked Demiurge's head, and the sharp dragon claws shone with a cold light in the sunlight.
"If you don't want to play, then this little demon will really become a cute, headless one oh."
As he spoke, Lu Minghao's dragon claw began to slowly tighten, and a crisp sound of bone fracture rang out at the same time as Demiurge's wail, and bright red blood began to drip down the silver-white scales of the dragon claw.
"Wait! I'll play!"
At this moment, Cocytus grabbed the long sword in front of him and shouted, his eyes fixed on Demiurge under the dragon claw. His mind began to frantically calculate Demiurge's current position, the surrounding customs, and what angle and strength he could use to complete the game without harming Demiurge.
"Very good, then the game is about to begin. I, the Platinum Dragon Lord, will uphold a fair and just attitude as the referee of the game, and personally witness this game full of friendship and trust."
After hearing Cocytus's answer, a cruel smile appeared on Lu Minghao's dragon face, but the next second Lu Minghao turned into an emotionless serious expression, saying a referee declaration that even he himself didn't believe.
"Then, now the game is about to begin!"
As he spoke, the shadow under Lu Minghao began to lengthen, turning into a flat strip-shaped object, and then tightly covered Cocytus's eyes. By the way, Lu Minghao, in order to add a little difficulty and fun to the Cocytus contestant, disrupted all of his senses.
I believe that both the Cocytus contestant and the Demiurge contestant, who is the target, will be very grateful to him, thanking him for making this game more challenging and fun.
'What's going on, what happened?'
On the other side, Cocytus, who was originally ready, suddenly found that he could not sense everything around him at all. At this moment, even his sense of direction was completely lost. In his perception, the entire world was plunged into darkness and silence, and the whole person seemed to be in a constantly sinking and rotating vortex.
"What's wrong, contestant Cocytus, if you don't start this game, you will lose oh."
At this time, Lu Minghao's demon-like whisper sounded in Cocytus's mind. At this moment, an idea appeared in Cocytus's heart. Were they too kind? Were they a little too overconfident in calling themselves the evil alignment?
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Contestant Cocytus, are you choosing to give up?"
Just as Cocytus was thinking, Lu Minghao's voice sounded again, but this time Lu Minghao's voice did not appear in his mind, but came from the front.
'It's here!'
The moment he heard Lu Minghao's voice, Cocytus immediately raised the long sword in his hand, using Lu Minghao's voice as a positioning, combined with the previous position of Lu Minghao from Demiurge, and calculated the correct attack direction.
Swish!
The next second, a long sword flew past Lu Minghao's eyes, followed by the sound of a blade piercing flesh, and at the same time a smear of blood flew in mid-air, and drops of blood exploded in the air, forming beautiful blood flowers.
"Wow oh! You really are fast, ruthless and accurate. If I didn't know you two didn't have any grudges, I would have suspected that you did something to him. What do you say, right?"
As he spoke, Lu Minghao's dragon face, full of malicious smiles, stretched forward, approaching Demiurge. Unbeknownst to Demiurge, Lu Minghao had already changed his position. The consequence of this action was that Cocytus, who was targeting Lu Minghao's voice, could accurately strike Demiurge with every attack.
Therefore, to allow the person involved, Demiurge, to witness this touching moment firsthand, Lu Minghao deliberately restored a bit of his injuries to wake him up. He also continuously provided Demiurge with a little treatment to ensure that he wouldn't faint again or die before the game was over, while fully experiencing the attacks from Cocytus.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The moment Demiurge finished speaking, two more longswords flew over, accurately piercing his arms. The longswords, forged from Lu Minghao's scales, inherently carried intense toxicity and the taint of Original Sin. The extreme pain was unbearable even for Demiurge.
At the same time, the flesh where the longswords struck began to writhe and proliferate continuously. Visible to the naked eye, the blood vessels and meridians beneath Demiurge's flesh began to activate, wriggling out like long snakes, twisting their bodies in mid-air.
"What do I want to do? It's simple, just want you to see that, just playing a game."
After speaking, Lu Minghao raised his head and looked at Cocytus in front. He saw Cocytus with a confident smile on his lips. Originally, he only dared to shoot one longsword at a time, but after tentatively attacking twice, he was now holding two swords at once, ready to attack.
"I can do it!"
At this moment, although Cocytus couldn't sense the outside world, he kept cheering himself up in his heart. He had found confidence from the previous three attacks. After all, after each attack, he would carefully sense all the movements around him.
His previous attacks had neither the sound of blades piercing flesh nor the smell of blood reaching his nose, proving that his attacks were not missed and did not cause any damage to Demiurge, who was already seriously injured.
"I can do it!"
The next second, Cocytus roared and swung the two longswords in his hand. After sensing slightly, he became even more confident. This time, he directly grabbed four longswords and swung them out without hesitation according to the positions in his mind.
For a time, longswords cut through the air, weaving a dazzling stream of light in mid-air.
When the last longsword was swung out by Cocytus, he reached out again, but didn't touch the familiar sword hilt. He then breathed a sigh of relief, and confidently reached out to pull down the shadow covering his eyes, looking at Demiurge with anticipation in his eyes.
"How... how is this possible... This isn't real!!"
When he saw Demiurge, the smile on Cocytus's face instantly froze, and his eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at everything in front of him. On the ten-meter-high cross, Demiurge was now covered with longswords, and twisted blood vessels and veins like long snakes were wrapped around them.
Moreover, what made Cocytus even more devastated was that the last sword he swung, the one he was most confident in, was now stuck in the center of Demiurge's head. The sharp longsword just pierced into Demiurge's brow, reflecting Demiurge's pair of painful eyes.
"This is impossible... fake... it's all fake!"
Everything in front of him had completely plunged Cocytus into collapse. He couldn't believe that he had personally killed Demiurge in the end, he had personally killed his companion... Clearly, he just wanted to save Demiurge, why did it turn out like this?
"Clap, clap!"
Suddenly, a harsh applause sounded. Cocytus, who was on the verge of collapse, mechanically raised his head and looked forward. He saw Lu Minghao's huge dragon claws clapping non-stop, with a happy smile on his hideous dragon face.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! It's really a game that makes me feel extremely happy. As a reward for making me so happy, you can leave."
As he spoke, Lu Minghao's huge dragon body walked out from behind the cross, stretched out his dragon claws to grab Cocytus, who was kneeling on the ground, and patted him on the shoulder as if he was extremely grateful to him.
"No... no, it's not like this... it's not like this!"
In mid-air, Cocytus looked at Lu Minghao, who was close at hand, and suddenly raised his head and roared in collapse. He was endowed with the personality of a warrior by the creator and personally created by Lord Takemikazuchi, how could he do something that would kill his own companion?
"Really, we are all existences in the evil camp, why don't you even believe the facts that you have seen with your own eyes?"
Saying that, Lu Minghao thoughtfully placed Cocytus in front of Demiurge, letting him take a good look at the masterpiece he had created with his own hands. After all, in a few more seconds, Demiurge would be completely unrecognizable under the erosion of Original Sin.
"Have you seen clearly? If you have seen clearly, you should leave before I change my mind."
After speaking, Lu Minghao gently sent Cocytus away with his dragon claws, and Cocytus fell directly down. However, at this moment, Cocytus was like a dead person, falling to the ground without resistance, his eyes still staring at Demiurge, who was hung on the cross above, his figure covered with longswords.
"Then goodbye, lucky little bug. I had a great time playing games with you this time. I look forward to your performance next time."
Lu Minghao glanced at Cocytus, who had completely lost his reaction at his feet, waved his dragon wings and instantly flew into the sky, roaring and turning into a silver light, flying towards the Council State, and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
But in fact, what left was just a temporary clone. Lu Minghao's main body turned back into human form and quietly returned to the desert, hiding his figure and quietly observing Cocytus.
"Demi... Demiurge."
A few minutes later, Cocytus, who was originally lying motionless on the ground, stood up unsteadily, hugged the cross in front of him with his four hands and pulled it up, then gently placed the cross on the ground, looking at Demiurge, who had been distorted into an irregular meatball with countless pink fleshy sprouts and blood vessels waving on the surface.
"I will take you back, Lord Ainz will definitely have a way to revive you!"
Looking at Demiurge, who had almost become an indescribable monster, Cocytus reached out and tried to take him down from the cross with force, but at this time, Demiurge had already completely merged with the cross and could not be separated at all.
Seeing this, Cocytus bit his teeth and directly carried the entire cross, intending to take it back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
However, in the next second, an unexpected change occurred. A hideous face appeared on the surface of the meatball, staring at Cocytus below with madness in its eyes. If you look closely, you will find that the face is actually eight points similar to Demiurge.
Following closely, the fleshy sprouts and blood vessels on the surface of the meatball began to lengthen continuously. Before Cocytus below could react, they had already wrapped his body tightly like poisonous snakes.
"Demi..."
At this moment, Cocytus, who had been blaming himself in his heart, noticed the movement above. When he raised his head, he saw the face above that was almost similar to Demiurge. When he opened his mouth to say something, the meatball above split open from the middle, and a thick tongue pierced Cocytus's throat through the chrysanthemum-shaped mouth.
The next second, Cocytus only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, and a burst of extremely intense stinging pain came from his whole body.
In place of him, a meatball monster carrying a cross and covered with tentacles was chewing something in big mouthfuls, and pieces of blue carapace were constantly falling from its mouth.
"I clearly let you go, but you died because you were useless. You can't blame me for going back on my word."
