Volume 4 - CH 16

Act 4-16: Rotten King

Area 5 of 【Death Metropolis of Flower】, The Deepest Sanctuary.

Dozens of people dressed in black were present in the temple of area 5.

――Their innards were protruding out.

―― Some had lost their limbs.

―― Some who dragged their body that had lost a leg and an eye.

Every single one of them had fatal wounds on their body.

The one who appeared to be their leader stood in front of the slate located in the center of the room, he looked around at his injured comrades,

「Good job on coming this far, everyone. We has finally arrived.」

He shouted while clenching his right-fist.

Despite already being on the verge of death, the people in black overflowed with sense of accomplishment.

「Once we unleash the monster living in this place, not even the heros of this land can survive. In addition, Neim-sama is currently progressing the plan to revive our god in North Grand. After that happens, those weakened heros can only wait for their death! And we, the demon race would be the final winner of this war!」

Hearing that, the people in black burst in tears, the captain then took out liquor from his bag and distributed small containers to every one of them as he poured liquor for them. He raised his own small container as he finished distributing.

「FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF HUMAN RACE AND THE PROSPERITY OF OUR DEMON RACE, TOAST!」

The captain smashed his container on the ground as soon as he finished. He then proceed toward the slate and touched it.

Red-colored, circle-shaped, complex geometrical patterns appeared on it and spun.

The people in black then rotted and plopped down as if melting. Amidst such hellish spectacle,

「FOR OUR GREAT ASHMEDIA-SAMA―― BANZAI!!」

The men in black still managed to yell for the last time.

And then, the rotten flesh of the people in black scattered on the ground rose up, and started to form a humanoid structure.

Its balloon-like body resembled human, his head without a slick of hair, wearing perfect circle sunglasses on his strangely, perfectly rounded face. He donned clothes with numerous circles.

The man then walked in air toward the entrance of the temple, upon leaving he spread his arms――

『PUHAHAHAHAHAHA!! LONG TIME NO SEE, BORING FRESH OUTSIDE AIR, IS, THE, BE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ST!』

And shouted at the top of his lungs,

『NOT ＤＥＡＴＨ!』

His cheerful voice suddenly turned into cursing.

Moreover, his face turned into that of ecstasy

『MY CHILDREN WHO HAVE DECOMPOSED AKIN TO MY NOSE FILTH, COME OUT.』

He then clapped his raised hands.

His four limbs then swelled up till stretching his bright red cloth, and then letting out some gore stuff.

The stuff that came out from his limbs were people whose bodies were covered in suit, and donned hats. Their faces were of varied shapes such as star, circle, inverse triangle, or square, and all of their faces were akin to melting candle.

『Rotting meat, melting bone is the smell of death♫ O rotting creature, raise the maggots♩』

He spread his arms as he danced left to right while singing such impromptu song.

『Roooot♪ Meltmeltme~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~lt♫』

The various shaped heads mimicked his movements, and acted as his chorus.

『That’s♫』

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The balloon-like man with sunglasses danced again as he rose even higher.

『And that’s♬』

The others followed after him.

『『『『『FOR I(WE), GREAT (KINS OF)ROTTEN KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!』』』』』

Together, they sang the last phrase in their loudest voice.

As if complementing their little concert, the area around them, the plants, the ground started to rot, and then transformed into giant monsters that resembled a lump sphere.

『NOW, SPREAD ROTTEN ＤＥＡＴＨ IN THIS WORLD！ AND TURN IT INTO STINKY AND ROTTING PARADISE OF OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURS！』

The monsters were rotting trees and lands, and even though they ate other undead, they kept advancing with unstoppable momentum.

Yes. Their only goal was to fulfil the wish of their crazy master…