Creator of Death: True Darkness
Get up!

"Huh? What do you think I'm doing to protect you, huh? Tskkk! I really am a useless person if I do."

"Aahaha! This is our leader! His majesty Diablo!"

"Since this is a gift from my beloved brother, then I will not hesitate to take it." Said Raka by raising her hand up.

"Oi! If you don't have any current activities step aside from my field!" Raka said to his troops. Suddenly, the entire ground moved upwards and began to shoot upwards to the rhythm of Raka's hand.

"Essential's!" He shouted as the entire ground gathered in one area. Next was dust scattering down and a small chunk of earth essence formed.

Following the rhythm of his hand, the essence of the land moved darting and

Booms!

That essence pierced through the fireball and then broke apart. Like a needle that shot through a balloon.

The ground and the air around it shook violently as the two elements clashed.

"Tch! I didn't expect my sister to have such a great skill like this, could you teach your weak brother this? My little sister?"

"Ah, with pleasure" in an instant Raka darted into the middle of the battleground.

His punch clashed fiercely with the blow of the cloaked man.

They seem to be repelling each other.

The pressure emanated in this fight was truly insane. Unwittingly, each blow caused a rift in which.

They are really crazy!

Every now and then, Raka seemed to be pushed a few steps back, and vice versa.

Feeling quite overwhelmed, the man retreated and took his heavy breath.

Tskc. He's feeling pissed.

Meanwhile, Raka looked silent still with her serious gaze. Sometimes he draws and exhales his heavy breath.

A moment later, the man clenched his hands and a black aura like mist charged towards Raka and his army.

Everyone was shocked and tried to retreat as far as possible.

Raka looked at the fog seriously. Before long, he took out a small dagger and sliced a bit of his skin until it bled.

Fresh blood dripped from his hands. In a split second, Raka closed her eyes quietly and the blue light disk spun underground. A drop of red blood hit the disk. In an instant, the disk became blood red. A dense and domineering aura emerged from his back. Slowly but surely, the mist pierced through his body. Not yet in the direction of the soldiers. The fog mysteriously disappeared.

Everyone present was shocked as the red disc rotated and absorbed the mist before it hit them. No exception to the black-robed man, with an angry look, he clenched his fists furiously.

The red disc stopped spinning and the fog around Raka started to dissipate. Simultaneously, Raka appeared with breath gasping trying to stand firmly. He rubbed the corner of his lips that looked bloody. He opened his eyes slowly.

Different from before, his eyes became brighter and more serious. Right now, all eyes were on him.

"Tch! You really like to hasten death!" Gurmurm. He then raised his hand to the side and then pointed his right hand towards Raka who was standing. Shortly after, the ground shook again and there were many demons from various races coming out of the ground.

They exuded a dense aura of hatred from their eyes accompanied by killing intent directed at Raka.

"Haha! Old man s*lan! Do you think that just because you taught him a formation that can fight me you can defeat me!? Tch! Destroying other people's dreams is so much fun!"

Thousands of demons began to charge towards him, even so he was completely undaunted. His eyes radiate seriousness. He smiled for a moment before the demons reached him. Then a huge shadow stepped between Raka and the Devil who was getting closer.

Then with a single slash he smashed the metre-meter demon before him.

The man was burly with an age range of 30 years. He was so handsome to stand in front of Raka. Him, Bartolomeo! The tough barbarian.

"Tsk!" The black-robed man again showed his dissatisfied face.

However, he has used various tricks to defeat a child who is not even 17 years old.

"Hoi hoi! So you the famous demon king Andreas has already wiped out some kingdoms from this Ox continent huh!? You are different from the rumors, right? They say that you are really cruel and have absolute power. But what I see here is that you're being humiliated by a little boy, huh!?" Bartolomeo said excitedly.

"Hoi." A cold voice accompanied by a dense aura appeared behind Bartolomeo.

Bartolomeo's initially happy expression turned gripping.

Plaque!

Ouch!

Raka clings to Bartolomeo's head until he breaks down. Bartolomeo was just grimacing in pain.

"Dude, Andreas! I know your arrival at this time is to hunt me down, right? A cursed prophecy belonging to the demon king earlier is right?" Raka said with a light smile, but the look in her eyes was massive showing seriousness.

While Andreas, the black-robed man gasped at Raka's words.

"I am still younger than you, but don't think that my battle experience is less than mine! I'm the one you're going to, if that's true let this weak sib*lan warrior go! We'll solve it personally without anyone else's help."

"Oh? How dare you say that, huh? This demon of mine is part of my body, if you feel that I am treating you unfairly then you are wrong. We should be able to see here, right? Who was using others to protect himself!?" Andreas said with disdain.

In response to Andreas' words, all the soldiers who pulled over showed their furious expressions.

'How could the strength of a 12-year-old be compared to a hundred-year-old demon huh?'

[[Note: The real Andrew is over a century old. This is because Andreas has the ability to move bodies]]