The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 11

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In a time shrouded in darkness, a group of carriages set off swiftly along the road from Port Town Rob, accompanied by somewhat noisy sounds.

These carriages were laden with military supplies and food for the front lines.

Around them, a considerable number of soldiers stood guard with a heavy atmosphere.

In order to maintain vigilance even in the dark, they were intentionally moving with bright lights on.

As the carriages distanced themselves from Rob, on a narrow roadside at that very moment…

“Hey?”

“What is that?”

Suddenly, a person became visible right before their eyes.

Though it was bright, the dark purple armor he wore gave off an ominous vibe at first glance.

“Who are you?”

“How dare you approach without knowing who we are…”

Given the situation, the soldiers immediately drew their weapons and stepped forward.

At that moment…

-Bam!!

Suddenly, there was a sound as if something was being sliced apart, and at the same time, a scene began to unfold…

In an instant, they witnessed a warrior in black armor charge in and decapitate the soldiers, causing those present to be engulfed in deep confusion as they immediately entered battle readiness.

“Is… is that guy a demon?”

“I don’t see any horns…”

“Is that even important right now? He attacked us out of nowhere! Slice his head off at once!”

With those words, the soldiers charged at the ‘enemy’ right before them.

However, at that moment, they were completely unaware.

The actions they chose as soldiers on a mission would lead to a result far more absurd and tragic than they could imagine.

*

“Ugh!!!”

“Cough! Ugh…”

With screams echoing and blood spilling, soldiers were dying.

As lives were lost, only a heavy silence and overflowing bloodstains remained at the site of the massacre.

However…

At this moment, if it had been my former self, I would have been sick just by witnessing it… no, even before that, I wouldn’t have been able to start due to basic human emotions.

Yet here I was, committing such acts directly with my own hands.

I am…

Bearing the name Hero Ellen, now a subordinate of the Demon King.

With a sensation beyond imagination, I felt an unexpected depth of confusion.

There was no trace of guilt or hesitation typically felt when attacking a person.

As I effortlessly swung my black great sword, beheading someone and plunging my blade into their heart, the level of emotion I felt could, in a way, be described as similar to mindlessly grinding monsters in a dungeon for level-ups in a game.

‘It’s my first time killing a person… I didn’t expect to perceive this in such a game-like manner…’

Feeling a slight shock at that very fact, and at the same time relieved that I felt no discomfort in my emotions in this inevitable situation.

I continued to eliminate every soldier approaching me with weapons drawn.

Just then, while I was showcasing overwhelming power and engaging in one-sided slaughter…

“Let’s… let’s run! That guy is not someone we can defeat!”

“Quick! Let’s go back to Rob! We have to report this!”

Realizing the lack of chances, the soldiers desperately tried to escape.

Although the distance from here to Rob was considerable, they began sprinting with all their might to survive.

However…

“Gah!”

“Ughhh!”

In the next moment, soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

Before them stood the Aide of the Demon King, along with his subordinates, shaking off the blood from their swords.

Thus, within a few seconds, I and the demons succeeded in slaying all the humans present and robbing the military supplies.

However, separate from achieving the task given by the Demon King, I started persuading the demons to proceed to the next stage of the plan.

Feeling somewhat relieved at the somewhat compliant demeanor of the short Aide compared to just before…

*

At the military base located in the center of Port Town Rob.

In reality, this place served as the lord’s castle, and here, a woman was accompanied by her subordinates, heading somewhere.

Wearing red armor, she exuded an overall cold yet mature impression.

She was one of the three generals symbolizing the Empire Falcon of the humans and was the one in charge of Port Town Rob.

General Cassandra Inklement.

Even while she was on the move, she continually listened to reports about the current situation from her subordinates.

“Oh? So, the Hero Party ultimately failed in assassinating the Demon King?”

“Yes, it is as you say, General. According to one of them, facing the Demon King’s powerful force, the heroes were defeated in vain, and they barely escaped with their lives.”

“Tch… I had some expectations this time with the Oracle, but did it really end in failure again?”

Cassandra expressed her dissatisfaction at her subordinate’s remarks.

Though it may sound severe at first glance that the Hero Party charged with slaying the Demon King had been defeated, honestly, Cassandra and the generals only felt that the higher-ups had merely wasted money again.

To them, the Hero Party was just that insignificant.

“So, what about one of the warriors from the Hero Party? I heard he’s a precious Beastman Warrior.”

“For now, we’ve put the Zokse of Domination on him and locked him in the basement. It seems his will is mostly broken, but I still think it’s too early to be at ease.”

“Understood. Just in case, make sure to keep a close watch. As a powerful Beastman Warrior, he’s someone we need to use as a soldier until death to ensure we recoup our investment.”

“Yes, understood, General.”

*

Engaged in a continuous offensive against the Demon Kingdom, the Racial Alliance Army.

As a result, approximately 30% of the Demon Kingdom’s territory had already fallen into the hands of the Alliance Army, and victory reports were continuously being delivered from various fronts at this moment.

However, even with the favorable situation ongoing, the Alliance Army could not simply view the current circumstances with optimism.

Regardless of anything else, the most concerning being for them remained the Demon King seated on the throne in the Demon King’s Castle.

The Demon King, wielding overwhelming strength and charisma that encompassed the demon races.

Whenever he appeared on the battlefield accompanied by the Elite Guard, even demons who were on the verge of defeat fiercely fought until the end, and at the same time, the tremendous might he and his subordinates wielded repeatedly thwarted the Alliance’s attempts to advance.

This led the Racial Alliance Army to face difficulties in progressing significantly despite their repeated victories throughout the previous wars.

As this standoff prolonged, the leadership of the Racial Alliance, acknowledging the gaps throughout the past yet ongoing war, had been consistently carrying out one plan for several years to end this endless conflict and secure a definitive victory.

The Hero Party.

A special mercenary unit formed by selecting powerful warriors among the independent fighters of the Alliance.

Receiving substantial support from the Racial Alliance, they were solely tasked with the assassination of the Demon King, and they marched forward to have penetrated the weakened defenses in tandem with the Alliance Army’s large-scale offensives to slay the Demon King.

However,

Despite numerous courageous warriors in the many Hero Parties trying to eliminate the Demon King, they experienced two major outcomes.

One was boasting about their bravery but ultimately getting completely annihilated without even reaching near the Demon King’s Castle.

The other was that through the deaths of their comrades or defeats in battle, their will was broken, leading them to abandon their party and scatter.

Though they had been formed with only the finest warriors from the Alliance, the response from the Demon King’s forces was far more crafty and powerful than they had anticipated.

Thus, until now, the Hero Party had yielded unsatisfactory results concerning the investments made by the Racial Alliance.

And this was…

Similarly true for the current Hero Party that included the so-called ‘legendary hero designated by the Oracle.’

The chosen Hero, alongside the mightiest warriors of the Racial Alliance, united to participate in defeating the Demon King, had garnered extraordinary expectations from figures like the Pope.

However… the outcome for this mercenary unit known as the Hero Party, despite having this selected Hero, was merely more embarrassing failures and futile escapes, merely consuming funding.

The only minimal achievement was that this party had at least managed to enter the Demon King’s castle.

In that sense, it could indeed be said that they had upheld the title of ‘the strongest of all time,’ but ultimately, this Hero Party had also ended as nothing but a financial and manpower waste to Cassandra and her companions.

At least for now… that was roughly the level of their thoughts.