Chapter 392
Asceticism (3)
Kiaaaaa!
Kieeehk, Kirururuk!
Demonic Realm.
The screams of Magical Creatures echoed throughout the territory of the High-Ranking Demon Lord ‘Morax’ (SSS-class).
Beasts drenched the ground with crimson blood, pierced by the swords and spears of the Demon King Army.
Jack Smith watched the scene, filled with strange emotions.
‘Finally…….’
The war with the High-Ranking Demon Lord was nearing its end.
With his victory.
Cough!
He spat out the phlegm that was rising in his throat.
Phlegm mixed with blood.
His whole body ached.
There wasn’t a place inside him that didn’t hurt.
However.
His heart was joyful.
He felt invigorated.
How long had this battle been!
He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper sleep in hundreds of days.
He didn’t even have the chance to properly greet the new members of the Demon King Army who were being replenished in the middle.
He just fought when he opened his eyes, and even when he closed them, it was just a short nap.
And now, the result was about to appear before his eyes.
“Kahaha!”
Suddenly, Jack Smith burst into hearty laughter.
His joyful heart dominated his entire body, enough to ignore the pain and laugh it off.
“Demon King Army!”
How much they had suffered.
Those who risked their lives to fight for his growth.
He was grateful to the warriors of the Demon King Army.
“It’s not far off now!”
Whoosh!
Cutting through the pouring blood rain, Jack Smith’s sword extended menacingly.
‘Dark Sword for the Demon King’ (SS-class), made by Demir.
Pooh-ahk!
Blood spurted from Morax’s body, which resembled a giant bull.
