Night of a Hundred Killings

He wore a blackish-purple robe. Though the shape beneath it was roughly human, it was entirely pitch-black.

Rather than a person, it looked more like a mass of pure black shadow writhing.

"You came too," the demon said slowly, without looking toward the shadowy figure.

"I... have to carry out... the mission..." the shadowy figure said in a hoarse voice.

The demon knew that thing was incapable of speech by nature. It was using magic power to simulate a voice. However, the voice it produced was unpleasant and choppy.

"Must... be careful... caution... above all..."

The demon snickered at its cautious attitude.

"There's no need for you to show yourself at all. I alone am enough, because the humans of this world are weak—"

The demon chuckled softly.

"—That's right, weak. The so-called 'heroes' of this world are nothing but a joke."

"Do not... underestimate... anyone..." the shadowy figure said quietly. "I will use... the most reliable method... to complete the mission..."

After saying that, the shadowy figure vanished, merging into its own shadow.

From beginning to end, Carltra remained kneeling on the ground. Before these two "Demon Gods," who far surpassed him, he did not dare make any unnecessary movements.

"No problem. As long as they're here, let alone adamantite adventurers, even the Black Scripture will definitely be no match for them!"

Night March of a Hundred Kills

Dusk approached as day gave way to night. The last lingering traces of sunlight faded completely, and at last, darkness enveloped the land.

The shadowy figure stood upon the wasteland, gazing in the direction of the town.

The demon was not with the shadowy figure. It had likely already made its move.

The shadowy figure's body swayed back and forth. The part that looked like its head lolled around, like a