The Beginning of Demon-Breaking

At the deepest part of the Labyrinth is a sufficiently large cave.

Hundreds of torches were lit inside the cave, where hundreds of humanoid monsters had gathered.

These monsters all looked exactly alike, even their size was identical, and they exuded the unique aura of monsters.

The aura of these monsters was much weaker than that of the monsters ravaging the outside world; it was almost impossible to sense them without careful observation. But they were undoubtedly monsters.

These monsters knelt in orderly worship around a stone altar, shouting in a strange language that was completely incomprehensible.

"Waaaaah!"

"A strange language murmured and gurgled, and waves of magical energy emanated from the altar, along with a unique aura of the Demon Race."

Shazo and Frieren exchanged a glance, finally finding the right place; they might be fortunate enough to witness the birth of Demon Race.

This is an opportunity that has not appeared in tens of thousands of years. Being able to witness the birth of the Demon Race will surely allow us to World of the Living.

Shazo wanted to know how to completely kill the Demon King and end this conflict, a task that was already easy to accomplish, but somehow remained unresolved.

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Frieren's entire village was Carnage by Demon Race, and her hatred for Demon Race was the driving force behind her learning magic. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given up on the speed of her magical growth and instead practiced the Mana Restriction Method created by Flamme to enhance her combat power.

Therefore, neither of them had any intention of making a move immediately, and they patiently waited for the monsters' ritual to end.

At the same time, they were all listening carefully to the monsters' words, trying to analyze what language it was and then decipher its meaning.

After listening for a long time, they both shook their heads.

I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

Frieren frowned and said, "It's not human language, Dwarves language, nor Elvish or dragon language, nor is it Demon Race language, and it's completely different from Gnoll songs."

Shazo frowned and pondered for a long time, but then suddenly Satori, "Is it possible that this isn't a language at all?"

Frieren: "Huh?"

Shazo said, "Carefully sense the surge of magical power and the flow of Demon Race aura. Don't their fluctuations and mutual interference perfectly match the sounds of demons?"

Frieren listened intently, and slowly, her eyes widened. "Mr. Shazo, you're right, they, they overlap perfectly."

"This is not language; it is magic and Demon Race aura resonating within a demon!"

Frieren was both amused and exasperated, and could only laugh at herself, "Sigh, what a waste of my enthusiasm."

Seeing Frieren's scrunched-up little face, Shazo couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and patted Frieren's white head, comforting her, "Don't think like that. Eliminating one possibility of error is a gain in itself."

"Yes, I understand, Shazo, Mr. Shazo." Frieren's mood improved immediately, and she asked with a smile, "Mr. Shazo, I've never seen these monsters before. What kind of creatures are they?"

Shazo shook his head. "I don't recognize them at all either. These things are unlike any other creatures in the world, and they don't match up with the Monster Compendium of the Elf Race."

"But I can sense dramatic changes happening within their bodies; we should be able to find out soon."

Before Shazo could finish speaking, the altar suddenly exploded.

The magic and Demon Race aura no longer seeped out through the air, but exploded like a volcanic eruption.

Instantly, the demons surrounding the altar screamed in agony. They had been infused with magic power that had increased hundreds or even thousands of times, causing their sizes to drastically increase.

However, the swelling suddenly increased, but the skin withered and cracked extremely quickly.

The monsters' cracked skin undulated and rose and fell, like a monster about to emerge from its cocoon.

Breaking free from the cocoon?

A sudden realization struck Shazo: "I get it! No wonder I didn't recognize these monsters!"

"These monsters are pupae before the true monsters are born; they represent a stage in a complete metamorphosis and are not true monsters that actually roam the world!"

As if to prove Shazo's guess, the sound of tearing cloth rang out, and the monsters' cracked skin was completely torn apart, with strange monsters crawling out of their skins.

Their bodies are covered in wet slime, looking like newly hatched chicks or lizards. Some look like monsters that are a composite of several animals, and some are even completely plant-like.

The slime on the surface of these monsters evaporated rapidly, and they emitted a demonic aura ten times stronger than before, which was also growing at an astonishing rate.

Two of the monsters that emerged were clearly humanoid.

They exuded an aura completely different from that of demons; evil, greed, bloodlust, tyranny, frenzy, and cruelty were mixed together, making people uneasy and fearful.

Frieren took a deep breath, then slowly said, "Demon Race— "

Shazo nodded solemnly and said, "They are indeed Demon Race. So that's how they are born. So these demons are Demon Race who failed to ascend to immortality."

"No wonder Demon Race can command demonic creatures; they are all of the same race."

Frieren's expression was icy as she raised her wand and pointed it at the two newly born Demon Race: "Demon Race deserve to die."

The elven girl began to gather magic, and the two newborn Demon Race sensed the surge of magic and turned to look at Frieren.

But their attention was immediately drawn to Shazo; their instincts told them that the tall, strong male elf was the most terrifying enemy.

The next second, the two newborn Demon Race realized just how accurate their instincts were.

Shazo suddenly appeared in the midst of the monsters, wielding his steel longsword like the wind, instantly cleaving dozens of monsters in two, including those that seemed to have failed to hatch and were trapped in their cracked skin.

When Shazo's longsword struck the monsters, it not only cleaved them horizontally, but also caused them to disintegrate from the broken ends into dust-like fragments.

A tremendous fear surged within the two newly born Demon Race. Driven by their dread of death, they unleashed their power without hesitation and launched a counterattack against Shazo.

One of the Demon Race opened its mouth, from which a black magic orb was formed. It aimed at Shazo and unleashed a filthy...

The light of breath.

The black, filthy light struck the demon blocking its path first, instantly piercing it and corroding a hole the size of a washbasin.

At this moment, the Demon Race had been emitting the corrupting rays realized that Shazo was no longer in his original position.

The filthy beam struck another monster resembling a skinned lion, visibly corroding it into a lump of mud.

Another newborn Demon Race opened its arms, and a pure white bone spur grew from each palm. The spur was also wrapped with red bloodstains, emitting a strong bloody smell and a pungent stench.

Clearly, this monster, resembling an assassin, had its bone spikes on its hands coated with deadly poison.

But Shazo ignored the two newborn Demon Race, his figure flashing like a ghost among the demons.

Wherever he went, Shazo would swing his Claymore, slicing all the monsters around him in two horizontally, and then using the Sword Qi left in the wounds to completely decompose the monsters into ashes.

Shazo's avoidance of battle and his tendency to pick on the weak caused the two newborn monsters to quickly forget their instinctive fear, their hearts filled with rage at being mocked and ignored.

Their actions became increasingly frantic, and the damage they inflicted on the monsters was almost as great as that inflicted by Shazo.

Especially that assassin-type Demon Race, whose bone spikes on both hands touched countless demons in the chaos, and these Bad Luck demons were poisoned to death instantly.

The monsters' corpses rotted at a visible rate, which in turn became a source of poisonous gas, killing even more monsters.

Although Demon Race are twisted and brutal, practically all of them mentally ill, they are intelligent and almost unaffected by emotions.

Although the two Demon Race were less than five minutes old, they quickly realized something was wrong. They both turned to look at Frieren at the same time, preparing to deal with the young elf first.

But with Shazo's impact providing cover, Frieren had ample time to prepare, and as the two Demon Race turned around, her magic was successfully activated.

[Demon-Breaking Golden Leiting]

Two golden bolts of Inazuma shot out from the magic circle activated by the wand, instantly piercing through the bodies of two Demon Race, and then continued to sweep away the remaining three hundred or so demons.

But the golden Inazuma bypassed Shazo's body without causing him any harm.

This is half the reason why Frieren chose [Demon-Breaking Golden Leiting].

Under Shazo's cover, she could safely prepare this spell, which had a five-second pre-cast animation.

At the same time, the Demon-Slaying Attribute will prioritize attacking Demon Race and monsters, so Shazo doesn't have to worry about being accidentally injured when there are Demon Race around.

Frieren chose the other half of [Demon-Breaking Golden Leiting] because its Demon-Slaying Attribute magic is far more efficient at killing Demon Race and monsters than Shazo's swordsmanship.

Once struck by the golden Inazuma, neither Demon Race nor monsters could Self-Healing; instead, they would quickly turn to ashes.

Including the altar worshipped by the monsters, all the monsters were struck by golden Inazuma, and for a moment the entire cave was filled with flying dust, a truly spectacular scene.

Shazo emerged from the ashes, his clothes covered in dust, but he casually brushed it off without a care.

Back beside Frieren, Shazo gave a thumbs-up and said, "This magic wand is amazing! Who invented it?"

Frieren said shyly, "Yes, teacher, and—I also offered some help."

Shazo reached out and patted Frieren's head, praising her again, "I have to say sorry, Frieren."

"It's truly unacceptable to overlook your Talent and achievements simply because you're not yet 150 years old and are still a minor Little Elf!"

"And then there's Flamme. I thought I was overestimating her achievements, but I never imagined that her greatest achievement wasn't promoting magic, but rather creating magic with Demon-Slaying Attribute."

Shazo's praise made Frieren blush with excitement. Overjoyed yet insecure, she stammered, "No, I'm not that amazing—"

"No! You and your teacher are worthy of the title, but my best friend Frieren is—" Shazo laughed happily, "From now on, I can loudly mock this girl and say that she has bad taste."

"She can even overlook the importance of Demon-Slaying Attribute magic; it seems that her vast knowledge of magic has actually limited her understanding of new spells."

Hearing Shazo loudly mocking Great-Grandmaster Serie, little Frieren shrank back in fear, too timid to utter a word.

Actually, she was quite pleased.

Shazo didn't think he was exaggerating. While it was certainly great that Flamme promoted magic and contributed to the progress of human civilization, the development of Demon-Slaying Magic properties was even more important.

The situation in this world is very special; the threat posed by the Demon Race is the greatest disaster, surpassing even some natural and man-made calamities.

The Elf Race dominated the world for tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands of years, but ultimately fell into scattered tribes that could no longer unite.

The biggest reason is not the elves' excessive stubbornness due to their long lifespan, but the calamity of the Demon King's Army that breaks out every few decades.

When Shazo was young, he heard the elders lamenting the decline of the Elf Race.

They said the Demon King's Army was no problem at all, easily suppressed, but now it requires the full strength of the Elf Race.

Only through mobilization can suppression be barely achieved.

At that time, the Demon King's Army was not yet able to shake the rule of the Elf Race.

Over the next thousand years, Shazo grew stronger and stronger, while the Elf Race declined with each calamity brought by the Demon King's Army.

To this day, the Elf Race's rule over the world has disintegrated, transferring its dominant position in civilization to humanity.

The calamity of the Demon King's Army will erupt in less than a century, and even if it is suppressed by the elves, it will still cause massive casualties.

Especially after the war, the attacks by scattered Demon Race on the dispersed Elf Village caused far more casualties than those on the battlefield.

The reproduction of Elf Race is difficult enough, but it takes a full 500 years for an elf to grow from birth to adulthood.

Such a rate of reproduction is simply insufficient to replenish the casualties caused by the Demon Race.

What's even more worrying is that the vast majority of the casualties were young and middle-aged Elf Race, which further exacerbated the aging and stubbornness of the Elf Race.

Meanwhile, the Demon Race was making continuous progress.

They have mastered more and more magical tricks, their power has increased, and their vitality has become more and more tenacious.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Shazo killed "The Corroder of Magic" Domenico with just a tree branch; if it were any other elven warrior, it might not have been Demon Race who died in battle.

To turn the tide of the war, we must increase the efficiency of killing Demon Race, and do so universally.

This is not just a problem for the Elf Race to solve; even humans, with their explosive reproduction rate, must solve this problem.

Otherwise, human civilization will eventually be stuck at a certain peak, and as civilization declines, it will gradually follow the same path as the Elf Race.

Of course, their high reproductive efficiency means that human civilization will not decline to the point of collapse like the elves. They will inevitably Yamato and fight back after shrinking to a certain extent.

Then human civilization will be trapped in an endless cycle of growth, decline, counterattack, revival, and further growth.