"Lance! Are you still stubborn? The relations between demons and humans are strained! Merciful means will destroy you sooner or later! The big wedding is coming! The expansion war is coming! How can you reassure me like this!"
In the temple of the Corsas Palace, Radahn Charlemagne, who was known as the Cruel Demon Lord in the world, was sitting on the throne and roaring at a young man in black robe below.
He is different from the lord on the throne who has a ferocious giant horn on his head and a mountain-like body. This young man looks more like a human being. He has silver-gray hair, blue pupils, a height of about 1.8 meters and a slightly thin body. Anyone who sees this scene cannot believe that a human can actually stand in front of the cruel demon lord!
Lance raised his head and blinked. There was confusion, confusion and confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what was going on with everything around him.
He opened his mouth: "Di... Diavolo?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his mouth in disbelief and discovered that his pronunciation was completely different from the English in his mind!
Bang! Radahn stood up abruptly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Father, please calm down!" A demon with a similar form to Radahn quickly knelt down on one knee and begged: "The third brother was affected by the forbidden curse in the previous battle. Although a banshee awakened him, he hasn't fully recovered yet."
Radahn swept across the two of them with his will-o'-the-wisp eyes and waved his hands fiercely: "That's all! I'm very glad that you. As the eldest brother, you can take on such a role. Let this guy go back! It seems...It seems to be only this way!"
At the end of the sentence, his expression became serious.
Vitez turned his head and glanced at Lance, saying anxiously: "Hurry up and leave!"
Lance walked out of the hall with a confused look on his face. Everything around him was incompatible with something in his memory.
He should have been afraid of this kind of ferocious environment, but at this moment he was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt friendly, including the two monsters just now.
He even knew how to get to the entrance of the hall. There was a giant beast crawling there. Lance almost instinctively followed the steps and climbed onto its body, letting the giant beast move.
The beast moved forward, while Lance kept recalling what was in his mind. His head hurt, as if a stick was constantly stirring in his head.
He returned to his palace in a daze. After lying down on the huge bed that was more like a floor to him with great skill, the pain in his head finally subsided.
As if merging, his memories began to connect. The monster just now was not diavolo. Although he looked very similar to him in darkness, that monster was his father.
Or the father of this body!
He became the third prince of the Demon Race named Lance Charlemagne, and the world he lived in was not the earth but a place called the Ultral Land.
He is no longer a human being, but a demon. A hybrid demon!
What the hell! Can't I be pure when I'm a devil? It must increase the difficulty for me to have a mixed race! And that big wedding? What wedding?
The recalling was accompanied by pain, and Lance couldn't help but groan in pain.
"Your Highness, Third Prince!" An anxious female voice called out: "What's wrong with you, Your Highness? Has the magical power of the forbidden curse begun to wreak again?"
Lance glanced sideways and the sight almost scared him to death.
The person talking to him was something like a rotting corpse. From her voice and current appearance, she could tell that she was a female, but... this was so scary! Is this one my maid?
Lance didn't want to admit it! But his memory told him that this was his maid.
The feeling of pain came again, and something appeared in his mind.
Lance endured the pain and said, "Bring me...the Calming Bone." In his memory, this is something that can sooth the spirit, but it seems that there are some restrictions on its use.
The corpse maid hurriedly ran to the side and took out a strange gray bone. Lance was about to use it relying on his memory, but the she quickly stopped him, "Your Highness! You need to pray to the God of Demon to use the Calming Bone. You...you cannot."
A long sentence of prayers appeared in Lance's mind. In order not to reveal any flaws, he continued to absorb its power after saying several words.
However, the maid spoke again: "Your Highness, you...you haven't finished speaking yet."
"Go to hell!" Lance, who was in unbearable pain, immediately went into a rage: "I am atheist. Saying a few prayers is enough to give the God of Demon face! Get out!"
The maid was so frightened that she retreated from the room. As a piece of mist floated from the Calming Bone and merged into Lance's body, the headache was finally suppressed.
His memory then began to become clearer. This place called Ultral Land is a world like one in traditional Western fantasy novels, where multiple races coexist. Magic, swordmanship, witchcraft and so on also exist. If anything different...
Lance remembered that the forbidden curse that hit him was not cast by a magician, but... a round iron bucket fell from the sky. It was this thing that exploded the original owner of this body into what it is now.
Damn! Do humans have nuclear weapons? What a joke!
Also, what are the iron shells that protect the human beings from their own demon army? Do they upgrade their heavy cavalry into tanks?
Lance shook his head, put aside these memories and recalled the ones related to him.
He was startled by this memory. What the hell? The demon is no longer the final boss hiding the backside of the world, but has become a race? ? The place he was in is the second capital of the Demon Race. There are three other demon capitals that were as famous as his own!
And he is the third prince of the Charlemagne Family, the youngest and the most powerless. He is a hybrid of human and demon. Because his human characteristics are too obvious, his magic power usage rate is low, and he has a very poor affinity with magic because of his demonic bloodline.
In other words, the good ones are not inherited and the bad ones are not left out.
"It's so embarrassing for a demon to be like you." Lance sighed, then was stunned.
"Did I..." He looked at his hands: "Did I directly accept the world? Why is this happening?"
Lance suddenly discovered that he had no resistance or unfamiliarity with this world! On the contrary, he felt that everything should be so!
"Is it because of...memory?" Lance muttered to himself: "When I merge the memories of this unlucky guy, I get not only his memories, but also his sense of identity with this world...is that so?"
"It seems like that's true." Lance smiled bitterly: "What is this? Personality fusion?"
He scanned his room and found that this was indeed the case. Even though this place was completely different from the high-rise buildings and small rooms he lived in once, he didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
If there is something inappropriate...
"What the hell!" Lance reached into his pockets and glanced around the room. Instantly, he wailed: "Where's my phone!! Where's my computer!! My soul!! My life!!"
At this time, Lance finally remembered the moment before the plane crashed before traveling. When the surroundings were filled with the sounds of the tremors of aircraft, piercing sirens and desperate screams of humans, he was holding his cell phone, praying there should be a signal for him to send a message before landing!