It’s Not a Meeting, It’s an Invasion! 8

The one thing lacking in a being that was a fusion of maggot and True Ancestor was the instinct for survival.

Even if they were hurt or wounded, they would regenerate in less than a second.

Beelzebub was originally an entity governing abundance before being demoted to a demon, so he possessed transcendent power and authority in the realm of vitality. When combined with the True Ancestor Virus, he gained infinite regeneration and life, disproportionate to his mass.

Thus, it knew that the word ‘death’ did not apply to it.

Because no matter how it was pierced, burned, cut, or ruptured by magic and weaponry, it would ultimately survive.

Even if only a single cell remained, it would instantly regenerate its entire body and devour anyone who dared to lay a hand on it.

But not now.

“Kee, kiyahhhhhhh!!!”

The pain felt from the area pierced by Alice’s tendrils.

This level of pain could be endured without much difficulty, but the problem was the power of Gluttony that activated from the moment the tendrils pierced its body.

My blood.

My life.

My essence is being sucked away.

Regeneration isn’t happening.

Cells are being stolen.

I am.

I am dying…!

“Let, let go! Let go! Let go!”

“Stay still. The pain is only temporary~”

The Horsefly Bitch thrashed and flailed her limbs to escape from Alice.

The walls and floor crumbled from her haphazardly swung arms and fists, but to Alice, the Demon King composed of metallic cells, this level of struggle was merely cute.

The Horsefly Bitch was only fast; Alice could easily suppress her strength. Moreover, Fira, who was beside her, quickly bound and sealed the Horsefly Bitch’s limbs with curses and magic.

“Ah, ah… ahhhhh…!”

The threat to life.

The most terrifying and dreadful sensation of having one’s essence, one’s life force, stolen.

From the time she was an android can equipped with energy Drain and the ability of Fusion, Alice possessed a power that was a direct counter to the very foundation of the True Ancestors.

That Drain ability had evolved into the power of Gluttony through fusion with Luichella Dunhill, and the lacking physical specifications and magical control were compensated for by being reconstructed into the body of a Demon King in hell.

Thus, it was not only easy to steal the Horsefly Bitch’s life, but it was also as comfortable as if it had always been Alice’s.

“I’ll eat well.”

“Stop it! Stop it! Don’t take it! Don’t take my things!”

One might feel sympathy for her desperate pleas, or think, ‘Huh? Shouldn’t I show mercy here and aim to recruit her as an ally?’

She’s just a child, only ten minutes old.

Since she doesn’t know anything, one might think that she could be reformed and taught to protect people.

“What a joke. Just a moment ago, you were drunk on power, saying you would take everything, that you would become a masterpiece, not even slightly suppressing your desire for blood.”

But these bastards are beings with knowledge and experience engraved in their genes and instincts.

Only ten minutes old?

Even if they lack experience, they already know everything they need to know.

They have all the basic ethics and conventions of human society imprinted on them, but they don’t use these things to harmonize with humans; they use them to deceive humans and infiltrate human society more easily.

You might say that True Ancestors can communicate and harmonize, right?

The layer that advocated for such friendship was the first to be destroyed and annihilated, and the number of people who died not from direct combat but from deceptive tactics is in the hundreds of millions.

So, to put it simply, this True Ancestor.

No, the Horsefly Bitch’s current pleas are nothing more than a deceptive tactic to evoke sympathy.

“I always think about this: if you’re going to take, you have to be prepared to be taken from; if you’re going to kill, you have to be prepared to die.”

“I, I’ve only been born for ten minutes, only ten minutes! So please, spare me! Humans have this thing called ‘minor,’ right? They protect children and give them opportunities even if they make mistakes…!”

“But you’re not human, are you?”

“….”

At those words, the Horsefly Bitch’s face, which had been choked with words, soon twisted hideously.

“Damn bitch, just kill her!”

“Okay.”

“Wait, wait a minute! You’re really going to kill me!? At times like this, you give a chance or spare me because it’s fun… Keuhk!”

[The Horsefly Bitch, who is of no benefit, is talking too much. We recommend that you die quietly.]

Eventually, Theresa, unable to bear it any longer, activates the power of Gluttony that was stabbed into the Horsefly Bitch’s body.

“May this young lady also lend a hand?”

“Huh? Why?”

“Thanks to the unexpected strength and speed of this thing, whether it’s a relative, a blood relation, a mosquito, or whatever it is, this young lady’s pride has been slightly wounded.”

Fira, as if sulking, puffed out her cheeks and plunged her hand deeply into the horsefly’s stomach.

“Keu, keuha… hyehk…?”

Her entire body was already pierced by mechanical tendrils and being devoured, and the newly added pain was felt even more vividly by the horsefly.

Moreover, Fira’s hand was much thicker than the mechanical tendrils, and regeneration was not occurring at all because her life force was being sucked away by the power of Gluttony.

“Hmm, the genetic structure has changed strangely. Curses are engraved in each and every cell, and on top of that, the Dunhill Family’s unique vitality is added… Hmm, if that’s the case, elemental attacks like fire or ice won’t work. It seems that cutting space into chunks or sealing it to prevent movement would be more effective.”

“Da, damn, bitches, aagh… Keoheuk….”

Regardless, Fira was analyzing the genetic structure of this chimera, born from the fusion of a mosquito and a maggot, in real-time, and deriving the optimal strategy from the fields of magic and sorcery that she could use.

Do you feel sorry for her?

If this thing is left alone, tens of thousands of innocent people.

Perhaps hundreds of millions could die from this calamity and monster.

“Where have all the employees, attendants, servants, butlers, maids, and guards who should have been filling the Dunhill Family mansion gone?”

“Th, that… Keoheuk… How would I know…!”

“Oh my, don’t pretend you don’t know. The moment this young lady awakened her ego before even hatching from the egg, she must have just greedily devoured the human blood and flesh, thinking it was delicious, without even looking at the hologram.”

“Keu, keuha, haahk… I’ll kill, you all, daa… ‘We’ will kill, you all…”

“How scary.”

“Keu, kkik!?”

At the same time, Alice’s mechanical tendrils rummage through the horsefly’s heart and brain.

Destroying the brain and heart wouldn’t kill the synthesis of True Ancestor and Dunhill, but they were important body parts with symbolic and occult significance, where the most life force was concentrated.

When the tendrils stabbed into those parts and activated Gluttony, the Horsefly Bitch could no longer even utter a death rattle and slowly turned into a mummy.

“Hmm, I roughly understand the strategy.”

Fira dusted off her skirt and looked down at the ruined fan.

I can’t use this anymore.

After all, the fan wasn’t a magic wand or equipment; it was just a fashion item for a suitably stylish and elegant appearance to imitate a noble young lady.

Alice also pulled the tendrils out of the mummified horsefly and felt quite full.

It was a bit strange that a body made of metallic cells could feel full, but she really was full.

To put it in perspective, it was like eating 100 chickens in one meal.

“Hooah, I’m full… But Fira.”

“What is it?”

“You said there are many such hatcheries in the Dunhill Family.”

“That’s right, isn’t it?”

“How many in total?”

“Oh, um… Roughly 1812 that this young lady knows of? Was it 1813? Anyway, there are a lot, but why do you ask?”

At those words, Alice’s face hardened.

“Could it be that the Dunhill Family has been completely taken over by mosquitoes, and the internal mosquito collaborators have cooperated to use all the hatcheries…?”

“….”

What Alice and Fira had just seen was only one of the 1813 hatcheries.

To put it simply…

“So, what Alice is saying is that there could be at least a thousand of these Horsefly Bitch-like things….”

-Thump!

Before the words could finish, the Dunhill Family’s mansion shook.

[AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!]

The surging of immense life force occurs in various places.

The artificial clouds engraved on the ceiling scattered, and cracks formed in the door the size of a building.

[[I told you!]]

-Bang!

A voice is heard from somewhere.

It was the voice of the Horsefly Bitch that Alice and Fira had just mummified and killed.

[[[Both of you!]]]

-Kwaang!

The sound of something collapsing was heard.

[[[[‘We’ will kill you-!!!!]]]]

-Kwaaaang!

At the same time as the immense magical power of blood pulsated, the subjects of immense life force began to crawl out from the darkness, the walls, and somewhere in the corner of the mansion.

It’s the Horsefly Bitch.

She was laughing.

The difference from before was that the number was at least… conservatively, over a thousand.

Some were just transforming, and some had not yet escaped the form of maggots.

One thing was clear.

Those things clearly had hostility and memories towards Fira and Alice.

It was certain that they had the memories and all the experiences of that Horsefly Bitch who had just been killed.

“……..”

“…….Hmm.”

Fira and Alice felt it instinctively.

This is fucked.

We’re royally screwed.