Traveler Starting from Type-Moon, Demon Lord Rimuru! Chapter 37

"Until... you were challenged by Crimson Moon, and after being easily defeated, you were willing to abide by the etiquette of the loser and submit to his disposal, thus being granted the status of a follower."

Rimuru described the history of the past in a calm tone, while those around him began to show increasingly intrigued expressions.

They understood the implication in the words of the White Knight, and they also understood his intentions.

He did not want to follow the wishes of the Black Winged Duke, but rather wanted to fulfill the wishes of Crimson Moon.

Challenge you, and beat you into submission!

It must be said that this was a very clever idea. Not only did it bypass the original awkward point, but once successful, it would also prove his own strength. However, by the same token, if he lost... he would have nothing left, and even his final shred of prestige would completely vanish, leaving him in total disgrace.

"Interesting." The blonde girl in the ripples lowered her face, suddenly looking with some disgust at the shadow slowly emerging from the darkness to the side, and raised an eyebrow: "Tsk, are the lackeys of the Church coming to attend our gathering as well?"

"Do you think I want to come? Sumire." In the shadow, the childish face of Merem Solomon lifted in the crimson moonlight. He glanced warily at the White Knight in the center, whose aura had completely erupted—he had become even stronger in just four days.

"Besides, you call me a lackey of the Church, tsk, the big shots of the Mage's Association are here, so can't people from the Church come and take a look?" After speaking, he looked at the man leaning against the door frame next to the blonde girl, who had been quietly watching the show and looked as elegant as a gentleman, and mocked: "As the Director of Atlas Academy, shouldn't you be attending the Grand Resolution?"

"Clearly, I find this side more interesting, especially when my contractor needs me." Hearing this, the man smiled and replied nonchalantly. He was none other than Zepia Eltnam Oberon, whom Altrouge had once mentioned to Rimuru. In order to pursue a higher level of magecraft and challenge the Sixth Magic, he had actively sought out Altrouge and willingly became a Dead Apostle.

He was probably the only "Ancestor" present whose initial stance was inclined toward Altrouge.

On the side, the blonde girl watching the two sneered softly:

Look, these are the Dead Apostle Ancestors.

The director of one of the three major forces of the Mage's Association, the lackey of the Burial Agency, the Magician with a firmly neutral stance, and the Financial Demon King upstairs who refuses to come down and is obsessed with money.

I am truly looking forward to this... resolution of the Dead Apostle Ancestors.

Rimuru was still unaware of the thoughts outside the arena, but at this moment, he had already curled his lips, firmly casting his scarlet gaze toward the somewhat stunned Black Winged Duke, and proposed a request he had never imagined.

"Then, let us recreate the history of the past, Lord Black Winged Duke."

He initiated the challenge as a matter of course: "I hope that even now, you will still maintain the etiquette you uphold."

The loser, willingly submits to disposal.

The Black Winged Duke turned his hideous bird head slightly, and the wings at his waist flapped with a thunderous sound. He suddenly chuckled: "Hahaha, of course."

"I never expected that I would have the day where I would be valued and challenged by someone again."

"However, unknown White Knight, although I was easily defeated by Lord Crimson Moon, it does not mean that my strength is truly mediocre."

"Although I don't mind a grand opening ceremony as the start of the gathering, White Knight, you must be careful."

The sky was gradually shrouded in darkness. Dense swarms of crows and birds began to fly in from all directions, blotting out the sun and dancing in the air. The figure of the Black Winged Duke was also gradually swallowed by the darkness, leaving only his voice behind.

"The birds dancing in my night sky only show disrespect to the dead."

"Are you sure?"

The pitch-black domain began to swallow everyone, and the originally magnificent palace gradually disappeared. The White Winged Duke frowned slightly, but after thinking about it, he did not stop the erosion of this Reality Marble and allowed himself to fall into it.

A battle of this level would be too boring without an audience.

Holding this thought, more and more Ancestors allowed themselves to be swallowed by the darkness of the Black Winged Duke, and then they heard a firm voice in their ears.

"Of course!"

In an instant, the blood moon broke through the only darkness, bringing a glimmer of red light and completely illuminating the lightless world.

Nevermore!

The Reality Marble from the Black Winged Duke, its terrain was an endless, desolate graveyard, filled with the wails of the Bird of Death and endless flying feathers.

Every bird was a messenger carrying the soul of the dead, an endless killing intent!

Altrouge held the White Beast with a complex expression and slowly retreated, watching as Rimuru's hair fluttered slightly, leaving an afterimage as he vanished from his spot.

After the sonic boom caused by breaking the sound barrier erupted into a wave of air, and several pitch-black crows were slashed down, the twin blades in Rimuru's hands suddenly turned into flowing water, instantly transforming into a flaming, pitch-black magic sword that appeared in front of the Black Winged Duke with a hum.

"Clang!"

The wings at his waist instantly turned into weapons harder than steel. While blocking Rimuru's attack with a boom, the Black Winged Duke stood straight and suddenly said: "Watch out—"

"Birds, dance!"

In an instant, he turned into a streak of light and soared into the sky as a giant bird. As an elegant magician, he naturally would not engage in melee combat with someone known as a knight—instantly, while pulling away, the birds in the sky suddenly circled in unison, and under the red moonlight, they actually revealed a hint of shocking beauty.

While this left many Dead Apostles in deep thought, they were also shocked by the power filled with the force of death in the sky.

A rich aura of death.

Rimuru raised an eyebrow, hiding among the thousands of birds. It felt as if being hit by this flock of birds would cause one to wither and fade like a flower in an instant, directly falling into eternal death.

"Although I don't agree with your theory, I have to admit... the dance of your birds is indeed... quite shocking." Rimuru stood still. He could not let these birds actually attack him; otherwise, even if he were immune to physical damage, the death force carried by these birds would erode him and cause him no small amount of trouble.

He could devour these birds to analyze the opponent's abilities, but he also knew that devouring an attack to analyze it essentially meant he was taking the attack head-on. Such absorption might be something his physique could handle for one bird, but these thousands were something he could not withstand no matter what!

Going all out from the start, he certainly thinks highly of me.

"Ah, how nostalgic. Back then, that lord also said similar words to you." The Black Winged Duke circled in the air leading the birds, speaking in human language: "But unfortunately, people only feel shocked because of the contempt in their bones, and have never truly looked at them... So, watch out!"

Following his words, the birds in the sky seemed prepared to take away everyone who despised death, and they rushed toward Rimuru one after another!

They came from all directions, from top to bottom, filling every corner and angle.

Amidst this overwhelming momentum, Rimuru, holding only a greatsword, seemed incredibly small between heaven and earth.

And just at this moment, Rimuru whispered softly, "Ah, be careful."

"It isn't just birds that can bring death."

As the words fell, a bird in front of Rimuru, which had been charging at the very front, suddenly stopped dead in its tracks. After being instantly frozen by a layer of visible white frost, it went bang.

In this silent world where there was no sound other than the conversation between the two, a sudden noise rang out.

"Drip."

The pitch-black bird instantly burst into a puddle of clear water. As a single drop hit the ground—

Crack. The desolate, bleak earth instantly fractured. Endless water, accompanied by the roaring sound of ocean waves, surged forth. In the astonished gaze of the Black Winged Duke, as the entire ground began to be soaked by water, curtains of water rose instantly, enveloping Rimuru and blocking the birds' assault.

"What can bury others is also the sea."

Thick fog began to overflow, and as a Ghost Ship Fleet that would never sink slowly emerged, dense swarms of ghosts appeared on the surface of the sea.

"And when your birds that carry death encounter ghosts that do not know what death is..."

"What should you do then?"

The ghosts drove the birds away, but the birds circling in the sky ignored the ghosts, instead struggling to attack Rimuru within the water curtain.

At this time, the Black Winged Duke was not idle either. He spread his massive wings, and as endless death-feathers transformed into even more powerful energy birds and poured down, they completely dyed the ghosts black and dissolved them—

"When death is thick enough, even ghosts will tremble under my wings."

"Tsk, do you worship birds or do you worship death!" Rimuru looked at the increasingly numerous birds and said helplessly, "Shouldn't birds represent the will of freedom?!"

Rimuru waved his hand, and amidst the churning seawater, Wuyin began to frantically use itself to replicate. In an instant, dense swarms of transparent seagulls formed from seawater, filled with water-attribute magic, and charged toward the incoming black tide!

"I possess both. The reason I worship birds is precisely because they are the carriers of souls."

"Souls, huh..."

No wonder he could dissolve his ghosts. Although the attributes and energy were mixed with a thick aura of death, the opponent's essential specialty was magic related to the soul—

Rimuru sighed and glanced back at Altrouge. If it weren't for the fact that this entanglement would simply turn into a contest between Reality Marbles competing in magic power, he really didn't want to use this little girl's ability.

Altrouge did not inherit the power of Crimson Moon's Marble Phantasm, but as a failed product who possessed both the bloodlines of a Dead Apostle and a True Ancestor, she also gave birth to a power unique to her. Mixed with the terrifying magic power and aptitude that came from Crimson Moon, it allowed her to not fall into a disadvantage even when facing Arcueid Brunestud, who had perfectly inherited Crimson Moon's power—of course, that was on the condition that the White Princess had not given up on suppressing her Blood-Sucking Impulse and was in an unfully liberated state.

After all, Arcueid in her fully liberated state was not much different from Crimson Moon in her prime; there was simply no comparison.

And if the White Princess's power was what Crimson Moon had carefully selected, injecting the most fundamental Marble Phantasm into her, then the power she herself inherited might be something even Crimson Moon didn't value much, similar to the instinctual magic of the Blood-Sucking Impulse?

Holding this thought, Altrouge sealed away her appearance, which resembled Crimson Moon, and most of her power with an attitude of disgust. This was also the reason why she could perform a second transformation.

But even this power was not something ordinary Dead Apostles could resist. The True Ancestors created the Dead Apostle Ancestors, and the True Ancestors were all degraded versions of Crimson Moon.

Therefore, when Rimuru first devoured Altrouge's blood, he noticed the overwhelming nature of this power, as well as Altrouge's own formidable strength.

And now, Rimuru raised his head, looked at the blood moon in the sky, and the moment his eyes turned completely blood-red, an aura from the primordial era mixed with that of a True Ancestor swept out violently, and the endless tsunami instantly turned blood-colored!

Blood transformed into claws that tore through the sky, and with a boom, it swept across the endless flock of birds and across the firmament!

The watching Dead Apostle Ancestors, however, all let out murmurs of shock.

Because above that sky, it was just like a shattered mirror, breaking apart piece by piece...

"How... is this possible." The Black Winged Duke looked at this scene in disbelief, somewhat unable to accept it.

Such a similar move, such a similar scene.

It was just like nearly a thousand years ago, when that person struck with a casual blow, completely shattering his magic!

Now, the White Knight had also used the same move to break his... Reality Marble?!

Nevermore... was shattered!

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Evolution is impossible; this is four thousand words, equivalent to a double-update beast!!

If I evolve again, I'll be a quadruple-update beast, and I still have to go to work!

Also, the protagonist's mystic code is Wuyin (serious face).

Not Wuyin Bird!!

Chapter 050, I've subdued it! The Black Winged Duke!

"To actually... break the Reality Marble..."

A trace of emotion finally appeared in the Black Winged Duke's majestic eyes. As he looked at the opponent with wariness, the fighting spirit in his heart rose uncontrollably.

The Black Winged Duke watched in astonishment as the pitch-black shadows gradually dissipated, and when the originally dark sky was once again replaced by a twilight mixed with a hint of golden yellow, the few circling birds flew away in panic. He couldn't help but transform back into human form, and after landing, he fell silent.

Along with Nevermore, Rimuru's Reality Marble, Ghost Ship Fleet, also passed away. The seemingly powerful blow actually had the implication of hurting himself as much as the enemy, but overall, even without the bonus of a Reality Marble, Rimuru was still a first-class Executor. And for a magus, once there was no corresponding magic workshop or convenient preparatory factors involved, their combat power would be greatly reduced!

The upper limit of a first-class magus with sufficient preparation is infinitely high, but likewise... once the position is broken, the gap is not much different from the difference between a naked mage and one with six full items.

As a powerful Dead Apostle Ancestor, the Black Winged Duke would naturally not become powerless just because his Reality Marble was broken, but... in this duel as a magus, he had clearly fallen into a disadvantage—

He stood on the ground with his two slender legs together, standing elegantly like a gentleman among birds, and raised his head: "If it were me as a magus back then, I'm afraid I would have been panicked and at a loss by now."

"If we were following the standards of the past, I should concede right here, but... I also have my own pride—"

"Then keep fighting." Rimuru couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense. With a sweep of his hands, Wuyin instantly transformed into a greatsword, billowing with surging magic flames: "I want the you of now, not... the you of the past!"

As the words fell, Rimuru had already turned into a blur, trailing a long tail of flames. With a boom, he appeared above the Black Winged Duke and slashed down fiercely!

His style had suddenly shifted from an elegant mage to an aggressive conqueror—his crimson eyes signaled that he had activated the Great Sage support system. For a moment, the Black Winged Duke couldn't help but lower his gaze, a hint of a smile appearing on his hideous bird-like head: "Is that so!"

Clang!

The jet-black wings transformed into two divine weapons shimmering with the aura of death, dancing like blades—the two blurred figures collided rapidly. As a few birds circled overhead, the surrounding onlookers all fell into silence.

"Rumor has it... the newly appointed White Knight is a mage..." The 15th Ancestor, the young lady Rita Rozay-en, who had arrived beside the water demon Sumire at some point, narrowed her eyes.

Beside her, Merem Solomon remained silent, not saying a word.

Up on the second floor, the slightly plump Ancestor drained the champagne in his glass, set it down, and fell into deep thought—

Bang!

Great Sage keenly seized a sliver of opportunity. As the greatsword descended, the Black Winged Duke was forced to cross his wings to block the desperate strike—Magic Reinforcement!

In an instant, Rimuru's muscles bulged, while the Black Winged Duke's wings were instantly hardened into steel, covered by a layer of silver magic. The two collided, emitting a clear metallic hum. However, while steel reinforcement could increase the hardness of his wings, it could not withstand the immense impact. Thus, utilizing the recoil, the Black Winged Duke let out a muffled grunt and instantly put some distance between them!

His powerful physique forcibly endured the impact, which was enough to displace internal organs, while all the magic power in his body surged out, instantly transforming into an endless storm of black feathers! At the same time, a brilliant red light flared within his bird-like eyes!

Mystic Eyes of Binding!

This caught Rimuru off guard. Suddenly, his figure, which had intended to retreat, came to an abrupt halt, and with a boom, he was completely swallowed by the raging storm.

Seeing this, Altrouge's eyes darkened slightly, and she suddenly turned away, no longer interested in watching—she believed Rimuru would win, but she hadn't expected...

That he would win so easily.

At this moment, the Black Winged Duke stood still, and after a moment of hesitation, he suddenly let out a bitter smile... In the storm, Rimuru was instantly torn to pieces by the rampaging energy, bursting into endless water droplets. At the same time, a shadow condensed behind the Black Winged Duke. His scarlet eyes had returned to an indifferent gold, and in his hands, the once-evil magic sword had transformed into six holy Black Keys shimmering with the Baptism Sacrament—this aura, which was extremely effective against Dead Apostles, left the Black Winged Duke in no doubt that if the opponent plunged this attack into his body, even with his immortal body, he would suffer severe damage and fall into extreme weakness—

Mastering the combat styles of both mages and Executors, freely switching between them, and even learning the secret arts of Altrouge—the Black Winged Duke looked one last time at the back of the Princess of the Black. Where on earth did she find such a freak!