Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 252: Tank

The mist was no more.

The soldiers and the high dukes were returning to the Glory city to save their King from the Vampires.

High duke Jemon was dead.

Adolf Hustler was lying far away, twitching after drinking Quilin’s blood.

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For Quilin, the situation was under control.

For the soldiers and the four high dukes, the situation was under control.

But everyone was unknown to the fact that the situation was far from being in control. Something horrendous has been awakened.

And only Pablo knew about it.

He knew it because he could see it.

In front of him. Sitting on a throne.

A full fledged Demon.

[[A/n : See the Demon here.]]

Back in the Glory city, Quilin walked towards the King’s castle.

No one was around him to stop him.

He was a free man in the city.

But there was one more person who was still in a moving position without any injuries.

The King himself.

Like everyone else, he was also delighted by the removal of the mist but the death of Jemon weighed more than joy.

The Vampire who came to attack him was strong enough to kill a high duke.

The King saw everything happening from his room including Quilin walking towards his castle.

He panicked and took out his Receiver.

He first called Pablo, nothing happened.

Then he called Rower and Rower and said they were coming in half an hour.

"I’ll be dead by then!" The King barked and ended the call.

The High Dukes and his soldiers couldn’t come to his rescue, his guards were dead.

Seeing the situation, the King was only left with one option and he wasted no time to use it.

He made a call again and said :

"Send one of them as fast as possible."

BEEP!

He ended the call.

The King leaned back on his throne in his room.

One call ended his worry.

Quilin reached just in front of the main door of the castle.

He was just about to push it open but…..

"You really killed everyone, huh. That’s some hard work." A voice arrived from behind.

By the sound of the voice, Quilin figured it was very far from him.

Nevertheless, he turned around and saw the owner of the voice.

"Let me come closer."

"Now, it’s better."

The voice now came from just in front of him.

It was a man and he was standing just in front of Quilin.

"So you came. He must be scared then. The King, I mean." Quilin spoke.

In front of him, a man clad in full black uniform stood and everyone knew who roamed in black uniforms.

"I am sent here to kill you. And yes, he is scared." The man said.

"Of course, he is scared. No way he would have called someone from Abyssal Butchers just for one man. I made him shit his pants."

The man and Quilin were at the same height.

And neither one of them had fear on their faces.

"I have heard you people cover your faces. Is it okay for you to roam like this?" Quilin asked.

"It’s fine. It was an urgent mission so I didn’t bother putting on a mask. We only wear masks if we are doing something wrong from normal people’s views."

"What’s your name?" Quilin asked.

"I can’t share it."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Tank is the word."

The man called himself Tank and Quilin laughed.

"Nice. So now what?"

Tank shrugged his shoulders. "Now you die."

"Generic dialogue."

Quilin cracked his fingers and Tank stretched his neck.

Both men were ready and they both threw their fists.

BANG!

Their fists clashed and both men raised their brows.

"This will be fun." Quilin smiled.

Tank grinned. "I hope so."

And like that, their fight began.

Coming back to Pablo, in the village.

A fight on another magnitude brewed.

The Demon was in full view of Pablo.

Pablo was glad that he was far from the Demon. He wasn’t near him.

He didn’t move an inch.

He stood with his sword stabbed in the ground and he only looked at the chest of the Demon. He couldn’t meet his eyes.

"You must have a lot of questions, Human. I will answer them. But before that..…"

The Demon raised his right hand and pointed two fingers at Pablo.

"Kneel."

SWIT!

Pablo dropped on the ground.

He stuck to it.

He wasn’t kneeling, he was lying face first.

’Such power.’

Pablo couldn’t even twitch his finger, his left cheek tasted the ground.

"Much better."

The Demon liked it.

’I hate this.’

Pablo never kneeled in front of anyone, not even in front of the Gods.

And this Demon made him prostrate just by using his two fingers.

But more than Anger, Pablo felt the fear of the unknown.

His mind raced all around to think of next steps.

His heart wasn’t listening to him.

He had never met a Demon, he had never met someone like that.

"So, Human, I should answer a few of your questions at least." The Demon spoke.

"You can’t ask them, seeing how you are licking the ground. But don’t worry, I am happy right now. I will answer some questions myself."

The Demon put his arms behind his head and leaned back on his throne.

His sword remained still even without any support.

"I was summoned here five years ago. I was in my realm and a request arrived from this world. I was the one who grabbed it and as a result, I reached that Hermit slum. Everyone was already in that bunker and only one old man in his dying breaths, stated his demand : ’Kill the royals.’

So, I acted on his wish and went straight to Glory city. It looked like the city of royals so I took my guess. And turned out, it really was the city of Royals. So I killed many people there but I was still weak. I needed to drink the blood of many people to gain my original strength, but I couldn’t manage that, I was injured and I would have died if I had kept on fighting so I fled from the city.

Then I landed on this village on top of some kind of bottle and my blood got mixed in with the substance inside the bottle. Then I felt my blood devouring the white substance and from that exact point on….."

The Demon paused and remembering the past, his lips found a smile.

"My plan was born."