Coastal Territory, Silver Dragon Fort.

The last day of the Rainy Moon is the day of the arrival of the new lord.

When the lords were communicating in the streets, they would inevitably talk about various rumors about the lord.

People don't dare to talk loudly, lest they alarm the shadows in the shadows who eavesdrop on their voices, even if they don't show up during the day.

Silver Dragon Castle has become the territory of the demons since the end of the last war, and the lord is naturally also a high-level demon.

The new lord's name is Vincent von Steyakard, the sixth son of Salintas, the king of demons.

Legend has it that he was handsome and not as brutal as his predecessor.

So, the prince's cold corpse lay in the circle that had been hastily laid out on the dock.

Eight archlichens surrounded him, trying with all their might to bring the prince's dissipating soul back to his body.

No one expected that Prince Vincent would be assassinated after coming to the territory.

The Assassins were an elite group of witchers who fought desperately with their guards, and before they were dying, they unexpectedly threw magic bullets that hit the new lord.

The prince lay on the ground, his long black hair falling down, his charming purple eyes no longer open, his slender limbs stretched out, his body without any wounds, and his expression was as peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.

Wisps of soul fragments in the air converged into smoke, and were driven back to their bodies by the lich.

However, after the soul disappeared from the body for a short moment, it rushed back into the air as if it was afraid of something.

Neither summoning nor soul rejuvenation worked, and if the lich was a living creature, it would be sweating profusely at this time.

"His Highness's soul is broken, and he is still confused, but life is still there, this is too strange......"

A tall, black-robed, bony wand leader muttered to himself.

The Lich Chief's words, the prince actually heard.

"Can I not be confused? What kind of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods are these? ”

The strange soul in his body was terrified, and his spirit allowed him to know the outside world without opening his eyes.

The soul's name was Vincent, and he was a college teacher in the other world, and his name sounded almost the same as the name of the owner of the body.

Vincent has worked in a company, and even after being a teacher, he still dares to fight hard and is motivated.

Because he is too good at rolling, he has been in a state of going to work recently, instructing students to compete after work, and still giving a nominal leader to liver research projects in the middle of the night.

So, he forced a smile and fell on the podium of the National Skills Competition......

Then, his soul entered the body of this demon prince.

He didn't want to get up until he figured out the situation, sorted out his memories, and prepared himself for the unfamiliar environment.

It's not a dream, I should have crossed over.

How is it a demon?

Am I no longer a man?

Vincent's heart was so confused that his soul wore through such a body, and he couldn't imagine how to live.

As his memories grew, he gradually lost his fear of the vicious demon men, but what should he do with this lord next?

After searching his mind for personal information about the prince, he was a little more relieved.

Previously, Vincent de Steacad lived in the abyss of the Demon Land, and like all children of the Chaos Demon Race, he was born with magical powers.

In order to make his descendants stronger, the Chaos Demon Lord Salintas also made a pact with the gods during the war between the gods and demons, in exchange for the protection of the gods for his children at the cost of not expanding the invasion.

Each kind of protection is a power that the demons themselves can't obtain, which makes the newborn demons more powerful than their parents.

In the occupied Terran lands, they became new lords and continued to threaten the continent.

Vincent de Steacard was one of them.

Looking at the Prince's abilities, in addition to his innate magic and strong body, Vincent also found something interesting.

The Blessing of the Craftsman......

All kinds of utensils, as long as Vincent can imagine the structure and the materials are qualified, there is a high probability that he can rub them by hand.

Isn't that a coincidence?

Vincent's previous life was a professional field of toy design and manufacturing, and he was a collector of all kinds of toys, and his family also ran a toy factory, both outsourcing and self-designing.

What a great cheat! Vincent's heart rose with joy, and he almost got up excitedly.

The protection of the craftsman god is of little use in the eyes of most demons, they value the strength of their body and magic power.

Due to the lack of decent training, the current level of craftsmanship and god protection is not high.

Of course, even if you can't make too complicated items, it's enough to complete the production of all kinds of small toys.

Relying on this golden finger, Vincent believed that at least he would not be too bored, and he would not starve to death without being a lord.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to fulfill your wishes and achieve great things.

However, being a demon lord was too dangerous, and he was assassinated as soon as he took office.

The magic attack that hit him just now was special.

Even if he couldn't figure out the principle, Vincent could guess that this magic was not ordinary.

It is likely that the weapon was developed specifically for royals with special souls.

Only the prince was the noble royal family, and the lich, the undead, and the people were all unharmed.

It seems that he is being targeted, and the person who tries to assassinate him is really bold, even the son of the demon king dares to kill, and he must be more careful in the future.

At present, it seems that he can only accept the fact that he has become a high-level demon, even if the future is unpredictable, it is better than lying on the corpse all the time.

Just as he was thinking about what posture he should use to express his return as king, a miserable wail suddenly sounded nearby.

It was the voice of a young woman.

"Got you, lowly rat." An emotionless, hoarse voice then appeared, "Sneaking for so long. ”

"It's a female." The lich leader beside him moved, and in addition to speaking, he made a creaking sound of bones rubbing, "Assassin's accomplice." ”

"It's not her hand." The hoarse voice said, "But my sickle is hungry and thirsty." ”

"Scythe, don't kill." The lich leader stopped him, "The information in her head is useful, and Her Highness needs it." ”

"I have only one master, and my master's enemies will die." The monster called the Scythe said angrily, "Draw the memory, and I'll kill her." ”

"I won't smoke." The lich leader replied dryly, "Keep her until the necromancer comes." ”

"I won't draw ...... either," Scythe seemed impatient, "but I'll torture." ”

"I'm so impatient." The lich leader muttered, "Don't kill you, save Your Highness first." ”

Vincent, who was pretending to be dead, could not have imagined what it was like to be tortured by demons in any way, but he would never want to see that scene for a moment.

Important information torture is handed over to brainless demons, and before people are dried up, can they really be interrogated?

Only people are the best at dealing with people, even if I don't be a human anymore, I must be better than this group of demons and monsters.

Just try your hand at your own protection.

Thinking of this, Vincent's heart fluttered, and he opened his consciousness blocked by magic and opened his eyes.

The surrounding group of lichs with faces uglier than Halloween masks were stunned, and then they collectively stood up, raised their hands in a motion that resembled the hanging of their arms, and let out a whimper-like cheer.

"Demon God bless! Your Highness is safe and sound! ”

All the monsters patrolling the neighborhood raised their hands and made various indescribable sounds.

It's hard to describe the ritual sense of this group of demons......

The monster, known as the "Giant Scythe", surged over like a black mist, occupying Vincent's field of vision almost instantly.

What Vincent saw was a large scythe demon wearing a hooded cloak and holding a huge scythe, two and a half meters tall.

The face in the hood was as blurry as a black hole, but Vincent could tell a little concern in his two phosphorous eyes.

In the crook of his arm, he held a blonde girl in a tight leather suit full of equipment, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

A rusty scythe slammed back into her throat, and with a slight pull upward, the beautiful head rolled down Vincent's feet.

In that case, the only source of information would be gone.

"Praise the demon god, the master is fine." The Scythe Demon's hoarse voice trembled slightly, "Do you want to sacrifice this female with blood?" ”

Of so many subordinates, he is the only one who calls himself his master.

For some reason, Vincent felt a little moved.

The Scythe Demon was so overjoyed that he had no idea that the girl was about to be strangled to death by his large pale hands.

"Blood sacrifice?" Vincent sat up, his slender eyebrows twitching, "That's too cheap for her, even cheaper for her mastermind." ”

The new lord stood up and snapped his fingers, and the dust on his dress dispersed.

Magic, convenient!

In the girl's frightened pupils, a young and handsome figure was approaching him step by step.

"Let go of that girl." Vincent straightened his collar and tilted his head to order the scythe demon, "Let me come." ”