Demon Queen Rebirth: I Reincarnated as a Living Armor?!

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As the group of bandits wearing black clothes and wielding many magic weapons began to jump over the rooftops of Seashore, rushing towards Ervas and Veronica's property, Aran was still speaking with Borunidhan.

"As you said, Borunidhan-sama, the bandits will go first and so we can see how strong they are, and then the three selected ones who you have tampered with shall wield the weapons for you. Ah, of course, I shall also partake into the slaughter!" said Aran with a smile.

"You're a good and faithful man, Aran. Very well then…" said Borunidhan, as he was about to dissipate his spectral projection, however, a strange chill filled the room.

For a moment, he flinched, and that was all it was needed.

A second after, the tiny spider no one noticed that was right behind Aran flashed with an enormous quantity of mana, millions, in fact.

Another second after, a pile of stone graves fell over Aran, crushing his weak and pathetic body, which was not even E-Rank in Adventurer ranks of resilience.

His entire body was splattered in the ground with blood and flesh, as Borunidhan glanced with so much surprise he was suddenly paralyzed.

Another second after, from above Aran's corpse, a woman appeared.

She was around one meter and 88 centimeters, rather tall.

Her hair was long and silky, reaching her hips, and shined with a beautiful wine color before the light of the torches around the dark hall.

Her skin was pale white, almost transparent in nature, with long crimson nails.

Her eyes gleamed with crimson-red colors, and she wore a beautiful black and red dress, she resembled a very refined vampire woman…

Borunidhan recognized her immediately.

"Y-You…! W-What?! H-How?!"

However, Borunidhan didn't wait for a single second for her to answer, and extended his spectral projection's tentacles, grabbing the Demon God-King's fragment weapons!

However, the woman was faster, smiling confidently as she extended her hands, turning them into spectral and grotesque shadow tentacles, and managing to grab one of them, although the other two were secured by Borunidhan.

Without a second of a doubt, the god's spectral projection quickly ascended into the skies and rushed back to his Divine Realm above Seashore, gasping for air in surprise.

"W-What was that…? How did she… what kind of power was that?! It was ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! Was that some kind of teleportation Skill? No… that was the attribute of death! She can teleport by creating spots resembling graveyards? What an intricate Death Attribute Spell…"

The God was too surprised to even assess things correctly, and his mind was constantly forcing him to find a reason on why Veronica was able to do so such a thing, not even he remembered the Demo God-king being able to teleport using death magic.

But he recalls exactly how she exuded a pure aura of death.

"To think that death magic can also use other attributes through such ways… how strong is this attribute?! No… more importantly, all of my plans are ruined! ARGHHH! Aran is dead, and she most likely spied us somehow… the bandits sent will most likely be slaughtered! It will take me ages to rebuild everything I have made here…" sighed Borunidhan.

Completely confident that she would never be able to enter his Divine Realm, Borunidhan rested and sighed, already getting over the frustration of being outsmarted by a mortal and deciding to sleep for some time and wait until the cold rebuild his authority over Seashore. By sleeping, he would be able to easily save up energy, and also after those years Veronica and Ervas would be most likely dead in some other way or form without him having to do anything… it was the best thing he could do now that he lost his primary connection to the mortals.

Without anything more to lose, he decided to sleep it off…

However.

Crack… crack!

Cracking noises began to resonate through the completely dark space that was Borunidhan Divine Realm.

At first, he thought it was just some hallucination, it couldn't be possible for him to hear such noises.

Crack… crack!

But they continued.

His various eyes spread over his tentacles opened, as he glanced with horror as the spatial layers of his own Divine Realm were bent and cracked like fine glass, shattered into pieces as a large window opened, where… Veronica emerged, accompanied by a beautiful airy at her side.

"Knock, knock~! Borunidhan~! Here's Veronica~!"

Borunidhan felt despair.

…Meanwhile, within the hall of the Manor led by Vladimir, the Pure-Blooded Vampire sat down over his throne while watching Vestron and his group rushing towards Veronica and Ervas Manor, smiling pleasantly as his red-colored lips painted with lipstick shined.

"Hmm~ I can't wait to see their faces as they face my newer and upgraded troops! To think that a God would want to kill them so badly that he would offer us such treasures to enhance our strength… Unbelievable," he laughed, as he grabbed a cup of fresh blood and sipped it in a single go.

"Phew… Such nice blood… Aran said something about this… wait. Wasn't this wine? Why does it taste like blood? How odd…"

As Vladimir wondered something, the spider in front of him flashed with millions of mana, startling him as nothing had ever done so before.

"UAAGH?!"

Screaming as if a stake was piercing his heart, Vladimir saw with horror as a graveyard appeared right in front of him, and then, what seemed to be a large spider emerged from it.

It opened wide as a little boy jumped out of it, and then the spider disappeared.

The little boy resembled to be around 10-11 years old but was a few more centimeters smaller than anyone in that age.

His hair was almost completely white, although it had a few black strands, and he had two golden horns that spiraled upwards as if they were piercing the heavens.

His crimson eyes shined with a golden glow, and although they seemed devoid of life, they exuded life attribute mana.

Around his pale-white body, there was an aura of complete emptiness, as if something was dragging everything into it, to be consumed.

He wore refined clothes of a similar style to other Vampires, but he had wolf-like ears atop his head and a fluffy tail at his back.

Vladimir would have thought of him as Vestron's little brother if it weren't because he immediately qualified him as an enemy based on how he infiltered his property in the most outstanding way possible that the old Vampire has ever seen before through his long life.

"You… Who… Who are you?!" asked Vladimir, his lips were trembling despite being a prideful and wicked pure-blooded Vampire. He was filled with utmost fear for his life.

"Nice to meet you, Vladimir. I am Ervas Igni. I have come here to kill you," said Ervas politely.

"To… Kill…. Me? WAIT… YOU'RE ERVAS?! HOW?! HOW DID YOU GOT HERE?!" asked Vladimir as he quickly stood up and large quantities of blood began to float all around him, shaping as blades and spears and pointing them at Ervas!

"It is thanks to a little trick. But nothing a dead man will need to know about…" said Ervas, a second after, he warped right in front of Vladimir.

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