Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What? – Chapter 680

Chapter 663: A man made of nightmares

[Milord…what are you doing?]

‘I am simply adding ambience to my intimidation tactics.’

[By…singing?]

[To be fair,] Hurricroak interjected, [a good villain theme can send shivers up one’s spine. Plus the idea of someone being so casually strong that they can just hum a tune during battle is its own form of intimidating.]

[World’s…a stage…make it…yours.]

‘Exactly.’

[Hence the demented nursery rhyme?]

 ‘A lullaby to be more precise. Lullabies are meant to be used to soothe a child, but sang slow enough, it sounds like something out of a nightmare. Observe’

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*Bing-Bong*

For the sake of clarity, Zhen Liu’s singing will be denoted with ~, but please note that it is being sung in Tide Tongue.

Thank you.

*Bing-Bong*

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~Something wicked this way comes…full of sorrow, malice and dread…for as he walked on by, all of the dead began to cry, run, run, run…~

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As the last of the barrier faded away into nothingness, disappearing like a burning sheet of paper, the Fallen Clan warriors could finally see the being responsible for destroying their barrier. At the same time, they were now fully exposed to the source of the increasingly insidious aura that was crawling up their spines and down their throats.

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~The birds went mute and the rivers dried, as if he forced them to…for the only thing he wanted to hear was the sound of hopeless fear…~

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Walking towards them was a humanoid figure that they recognized was wearing what they sensed was a [Regalia]…but it didn’t feel like any [Regalia] they’ve seen before.

Armor that was pitch black yet iridescent like the thickest of oils shining under the sun, a visage like the fierce demons that the religions preached as being the ultimate punishers for one’s sins, complete with horns that curved into a crown-like formation, as if to say, they were the king of these wicked beasts of lore. On top of all that though was this strange aura that made the warriors feel as if they weren’t staring at a person, but the facsimile of one, and that made their lungs feel as if they were full of water and feathers.

This strange figure, this waking nightmare, reminded them of something they had heard in a story a long time ago, the kind of bedtime story that told of an ancient evil that could only be sealed but never slayed.

It took all they had to hold their ground, to stand in the way of this walking terror, lest they leave their precious cursed urn unprotected from the machinations of this stranger.

Then again, it didn’t help that it/they/he was looking directly at them while singing the most demented lullaby that any of them had ever heard. Well…it was sung at the same rhythm as that of a lullaby at least. Honestly, one would have to hate their own children to sing them a song like this.

~The children all went silent…as that wicked thing came through…for they all knew if they cried out…he would come to take them too…,~ the figure continued singing, in a voice that was more like a chorus of voices than of any one particular type of person or beast.

It was harmonious enough to stick to their ears…but unnatural enough to make their skin crawl.

It was beautiful.

It was disgusting.

It was like an orchestra that could play the most bewitching symphony, but it was all played entirely on chalkboards and metal plates, all being scratched with the same rusted forks.

It was contradictory, it was terrible and magnificent, and as strange as it sounded, the warriors felt as if they listened to this song any longer, their very souls would disappear like candles in the wind.

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As Aether Masters, these two warriors from the Fallen Clan were used to things like bloodshed, violence and fighting off terrifying aether beasts due to where their family was located.

~The beasts all cower before his wake…~

They had explored dangerous wandering ruins and survived traps and hazards most people could only imagine about.

~They’d pray he’d go like a fleeting dream…~

For years, decades, they had honed the flames of hatred and revenge in their hearts in order to make it to this day, to this very moment.

~But lo and behold and woe…~

Despite everything they had done up until this moment, despite everything that should’ve made them more than qualified to act as guards for this all important aether treasure, despite the fact that this guy was now in perfect striking distance for the both of them…they froze up.

In this moment, despite their minds telling them to move, to attack, to alert anybody about this turn of events, they couldn’t move because every other fiber of their being warned them that if they even breathed funny, this nightmare would eradicate them with a single flick of their finger.

Which is why they could only stand still, stuck in fighting stances that they had no intention of acting up on, as the man finished his song and walked right up to the [Malice Blood Urn]. It was actually when the man finished his song that they finally figured out what to call him.

~…for the Demon King has come.~

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It should be noted that in Tide Tongue, the words for “Demon King”, was very similar to a set of words used to describe a certain infamous warlord from Pearl Scale Empire history.

One who was known to lead a band warriors that were more terrifying than every beast in the sea and every storm cloud in the sky.

Of course, the man who called himself this had no way of knowing that little tidbit…yet.

His mind was focused on other things.

Like how to get rid of this curse spitting urn.

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‘So just to clarify, destroying it is a bad idea because…’

=It might explode and release a concentrated burst of cursed energy that while wouldn’t hurt you thanks to the [Chaos] flowing through you would definitely hurt and/or kill a lot of other people in this arena.=

‘Okay…looks like I’ll have to do plan B…can you guys prepare a chamber?’

<=Of course.=>

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*Crack*

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As if the presence of the two guards meant nothing to this Demon King, he had suddenly produced a strange looking metal staff, that radiated an aura similar to his own, and had jammed one end of it into the ground.

The Demon King then began to walk around the perimeter of the urn, staff in hand, and began to draw a circle in the first surrounding the urn.

The two Aether Master guards were confused as all hell as they watched the actions of this Demon King, until they began to feel the energy that was starting to radiate off the staff and the lines that were just drawn from the ground. At that point, their emotions went from confusion to panic, so much so they actually managed to move.

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