The God of Bug - Hunting

Castlevania

Although Chen Xingyu had never encountered a natural enemy before, at this moment, an enlightenment awakened and emerged from the depths of his soul memory. Since ancient times, the most terrifying enemy of humanity has arrived!

Chen Xingyu swiftly snatched up the massive sword on the ground and abruptly pivoted, brandishing the sword in a defensive stance.

A monster with a body entirely crimson materialized before Chen Xingyu. Under his watchful gaze, it sauntered over from the front of the ancient castle with measured steps. This creature was not a living corpse, yet it was far more hideous and terrifying than one. Its skin, seemingly ablaze, was riddled with countless pustules exposed to the air, continuously oozing yellowish fluid. If one truly had to find a word to describe it, it would be a demon that had clawed its way out from the depths of hell. Indeed, it was a demon! The more Chen Xingyu stared at it, the more familiar it seemed. It was nearly an exact replica of the legendary evil being, the demon. Compared to the fallen demon in Diablo, it bore some resemblance, save for being a tad taller. Pondering over the inexplicable fear welling up from the depths of his heart and the paintings on the walls of the ancient castle, Chen Xingyu recognized the identity of the newcomer.

Suddenly beholding such an extremely malevolent and grotesque being, even with prior mental preparation, Chen Xingyu couldn't help but experience a jolt of trepidation.

As the demon advanced towards him, Chen Xingyu instinctively tightened his grip on the sword and retreated. For every step the demon took forward, he took two steps back. In his continuous retreat, Chen Xingyu's body suddenly halted. To his astonishment, he found that his back had already pressed against the tightly shut door of the ancient castle. He had nowhere left to flee! The coldness of the door brought a modicum of calm to Chen Xingyu's mind. He knew that he could only fight with all his might.

"Kill!"

Be it a demon or a mutated beast, no matter what the creature was, in order to survive, he must cut it down!

Under the threat of life and death, Chen Xingyu's face took on a somewhat savage expression as he charged towards the encroaching demon. It was either its demise or his. Clearly, the demon before him would show no mercy. Chen Xingyu shouted "Kill!" and then took the initiative by swinging the large sword in his hand at the demon. This stroke created a fierce and heavy gust in the air. Under the eruption of latent power, Chen Xingyu's large sword, slicing from top to bottom, landed a heavy blow on the demon's body. The sharp sword cut through like a hot knife through butter. Starting from the center of the head, it cleaved the demon in two, with internal organs spilling everywhere. Even if it were a genuine demon, it was undoubtedly dead beyond any hope of revival.

"Sizzle!"

As soon as the demon perished, it instantly transformed into a pool of yellowish water on the spot and quickly vanished on the large red wool carpet, leaving nothing behind. Only a pungent sulfurous odor verified that a demon had been there moments ago and also confirmed its status as a low-level demon. Even the lowest-ranked demon possessed some peculiar traits and would never leave its corpse behind.

The extremely realistic sensation in his hand made Chen Xingyu realize that this was not a dream. The feeling of the sword cutting into flesh also made him aware that the low-level demon just now could harm him. If he didn't resist, he would truly die! At that moment, he vaguely heard the sound of the demon's bones breaking. From the scene of blood splattering to the demon turning into blood under his sword, there was a very subtle feeling. Chen Xingyu was actually faintly excited. He relished the moment when the dark red blood of the demon sprayed out.

"Perhaps I am truly mad." Chen Xingyu self-mocked in the game. However, slaying an evil low-level demon gave him a measure of confidence. The strength of such a minor demon was truly not formidable, and its speed was not as swift as his. If he was cautious, for such demons, one came and he would slay one; two came and he would slay two.

Thinking that another demon of the same kind was approaching Chen Xingyu, seemingly oblivious to the tragic fate of its predecessor being split in two, Chen Xingyu didn't hesitate any longer. With a hint of excitement on his face, he quickly stepped forward and swung his sword again, killing it cleanly and decisively.

Sure enough, the blood of the demon was black. At this time, Chen Xingyu still had the leisure to assess the demon's demise, which could be considered finding a glimmer of joy in the midst of adversity. Because Chen Xingyu knew that his time was running out. At this moment, he also noticed that the demons approaching from the front were unending. And due to his two full-force swings just now, his entire shoulder already felt a slight ache. If he remained here indefinitely, in the end, he would only be devoured alive by the demons due to exhaustion. Staying here was undoubtedly waiting for death, but moving forward might lead to an even swifter demise. However, Chen Xingyu knew that he had no other choice. In order to fight for a glimmer of life, he could only grit his teeth and continue to press forward, attempting to find a safe haven or end his life in a secret chamber where no demon would violate his corpse, preserving the last shred of dignity as a human being.

There were only demons and more demons. There was not a single creature that could communicate with him. Walking on the red carpet, Chen Xingyu slew one low-level demon after another that approached him. And he also understood the pattern of the demons' appearance. That is, a demon would emerge in the front every minute. His choice just now was undoubtedly correct. If he doggedly remained in front of the door and dared not venture out, he would only meet his end at the hands of the successive demons. For these beings knew no fear. Chen Xingyu suspected that they were mass-produced entities and were simply a group of cannon fodder soldiers without any wisdom. They were even perhaps pastime toys created by the master of the ancient castle in his leisure hours.

Chen Xingyu didn't know how many demons he had slain, but he knew that he had little strength left. Even if he didn't want to admit defeat, his trembling hands signaled that he no longer had the strength to wield the large sword in his hand. However, through his continuous efforts, finally something different appeared ahead. A door emerged not far from him. Chen Xingyu's spirits lifted, and he quickly dispatched the demon in front of him and strode forward.

Life or death was in the lap of the gods!

Chen Xingyu pushed open the door and entered. He didn't know what awaited him ahead, but he knew that if he didn't find a safe area soon, he couldn't hold on for even a moment.

"This!"

Chen Xingyu widened his eyes, fearing that he had seen wrongly. Above him was a colossal demon with a pair of bat wings more than four meters long on its back, floating in the air. This was the legendary demon! With its powerful body, black horns, and long tail, just standing there quietly instilled in him an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

"Well, I am also exhausted." Chen Xingyu understood that his journey had reached its end. Not to mention that he was drained of strength. Even if his power were doubled, he couldn't slay this high-level demon before him.

The fierce wind swirled around the demon, lifting the bangs on Chen Xingyu's forehead and bringing a cool sensation. Chen Xingyu gazed at the demon, awaiting its final judgment on him.

The demon completely ignored Chen Xingyu, who was like an insignificant ant beneath it. It uttered a long string of incomprehensible demon language. Then it unfurled its wings and directly swooped down towards Chen Xingyu, without the slightest intention of communicating with him.

"Ahhh!"