Madmen without reason, fools who only know slaughter, corpses covered in spikes, frenzied killers...

These are how other demons describe the Blade Demon.

To be evaluated this way by a group of madmen, one can imagine what kind of race the Blade Demon is.

Some mages skilled in Demonology possess the ability to summon demons. After summoning demons to the mortal realm, they use special rituals to control the demons' minds, making them temporarily serve them to attack others.

However, no mage would ever want to summon a Blade Demon.

Because Blade Demons have extremely strong spiritual resistance, they can almost completely ignore their control and launch indiscriminate attacks on everyone present.

Demons inherently love conflict.

Their souls are continuously craving for slaughter and death.

In fact, contrary to what many believe, demons prefer to engage in mutual slaughter with their kin rather than creating chaos in the mortal realm.

Stirring up chaos among mortals simply gives them mental satisfaction and joy.

But fighting their kin can bring substantial benefits.

Like angels, demons can also gain power from other kin.

Killing an enemy and devouring everything about them, then evolving again once they've accumulated enough.

Demon bloodlines are a degenerated form of divine bloodlines, and every demon has a very faint trace of divinity within them.

The mutual slaughter between them is a way of gathering this faint bloodline, and when the accumulated divinity reaches a critical point, it can help change them.

Demonologists call this—evolution!

A demon can transform completely after evolution.

A tiny Enchanting Demon can turn into a Violent Ape Demon over ten meters tall, and vice versa.

Demons represent the ultimate chaos; their forms are inherently uncertain, and anything is possible.

Depending on their focus, their evolution paths differ as well.

Blade Demons, however, abandon all special abilities, spell-like abilities, and talent abilities, focusing all their power on slaughter.

Hard scales, sharp blades, extremely high spiritual resistance... all for the sake of slaughter.

They are the true war machines!

Blade Demons are the homicidal maniacs among demons.

They are the fanatical warmongers among fanatical warmongers!

In the life of a Blade Demon, there's only one word that runs through it all—kill!

From the moment they are born, their life is filled only with slaughter.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Their favorite place to appear is in a protracted large-scale battle, where they slaughter from the beginning until the end of the battle.

They only stop when there is not a single living creature on the field, then continue searching for the next battlefield.

Even Demon Lords are reluctant to recruit such fanatical subordinates often, preferring to control them and unleash them as secret weapons on the battlefield.

"I didn't expect to become like a Blade Demon, which means... my Demon Body can be enhanced again?"

Herbert silently familiarized himself with the various abilities of the Blade Demon, performing various complex maneuvers by the blood pool.

The Blade Demon is entirely unlike their seemingly stiff and slow appearance.

On the contrary, their abilities are outstanding!

Joints are exceptionally flexible, with a vast range of motion. Various blades don't hinder their movements but enable them to perform high-difficulty maneuvers that humans cannot attempt.

This perfectly meets Herbert's needs for flexibility.

Moreover, the most striking aspect is the hardness of the blades; a slight clash between two blades ignites a blinding spark.

It doesn't seem like bone; instead, it's like metal forged and smelted countless times!

After casually grabbing a few demon larva for experiments, the unsatisfied Herbert turned his gaze towards other demons in the distance.

"Hehehe."

He let out a strange laugh, charging behind a Minotaur Demon over three meters tall.

"Moo!!?"

Clang—

Amidst the flashing blades, after a few breaths, only fragments of bodies were left scattered on the ground.

"The Minotaur must die!"

Herbert proclaimed righteously, then continued charging at another Minotaur Demon.

"Hehehe!"

"Hey! Minotaur! Where are you running to!"

"Die for me!!!"

...

In this one-sided massacre, Herbert, as the Pure Love War God, found great satisfaction in spirit.

Delightful.

Even when the illusion dissipated, and consciousness returned to reality, Herbert couldn't help but nod fervently.

The battle, delightful!

But he forgot what kind of situation he was in.

Herbert was resting his head on Valentina's chest, and as he kept nodding, the back of his head repeatedly bumped up, sending waves across her skin.

"...Hmm?"

Feeling a bit annoyed from the bumps, Valentina hummed with her eyes closed, then reached out her hand, flipping him over and holding his head completely.

"Mmm mmm mmm!!?"

What are you suddenly doing?

Being inappropriate!!?

He struggled mightily for a full ten seconds, but he couldn't break free from the warm embrace.

Unable to resist, he resigned to lying in the soft embrace after realizing his failure.

Alas!

Everyone saw, I already fought back, but she wouldn't let me go.

It's not that I chose to do this; she acted first; she insisted on doing this to me...

It's her, it's her, it's her!

Once Valentina ceased applying force, Herbert slightly adjusted into a comfortable position, opting not to break free and continuing to contemplate within the tender embrace.

"Now I should be able to transform part of my body into a Blade Demon, enhancing my combat capability once more..."

He initially thought he would gain mental powers from the Demon's Tear, but surprisingly, it was still physical in nature.

Perhaps this is his destiny.

"But it's not entirely so. With the Blade Demon's ability, my spiritual resistance has also improved to some extent..."

At this moment, Herbert felt his will unwavering like a blade, not swayed by any external factor.

Nothing could affect his will!

And just as Herbert firmly believed this, he suddenly felt Miss Hungry Dragon move slightly, holding him.

She woke up... wait!

"Eh? Why are you in my arms?"

Oops!

"I know, you missed me too, didn't you!!?"

Valentina, excitedly hugging Herbert, nudged him a bit, then directly began to initiate things.

Time to purify the bloodline—

"Well, you..."

Just as Herbert was about to explain, he found his mouth suddenly obstructed.

"Mph!?"

Wait, what are you using to block my mouth?

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