Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

"One!" Zaroth shouted as he charged at his second target.

The paladin raised his sword, ready to meet Zaroth's daggers.

A second after a metallic sound echoed around the grand room.

Both Zaroth and the paladin felt a small shockwave spreading around their arms, but Zaroth, thanks to the fact that the blades on his weapons were smaller, meant that he would feel less resistance.

Mimicking the things that he had read in that book when he was in the library, he twisted his body in an unnatural angle, and a split second later, his left dagger had pierced the paladin's arm, making use of the small crack in the man's armor.
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Bringing his face close to his enemy, Zaroth opened his mouth and let out a fire breath.

His skill might have been ineffective earlier, but what about now when they were so close to one another?

The man screamed as he felt his skin catching aflame, and the way his skull began to melt.

And sadly for the man, the other five paladins, despite wanting to help, could not as Midnight and Zaroth's beasts had already reached them, so all of them were occupied.

"SHIT!" one of the paladins cursed as he was forced to deal with two wolves that no matter how much he hurt them, just got back up almost as if they didn't feel pain. Almost as if they weren't alive.

Making use of the chance, Zaroth jumped behind the man and brought both of his daggers down on the man's head, killing him instantly.

The feeling of understanding his demonic skills better didn't stop him, however, as he had already dashed to his next target.

One of the paladins that was busy dealing with Nightshade was attacked from behind, as such, he died before he even realized what had happened.

So was the one that was fighting with Silverfang.

It seemed that Midnight had long killed her opponent, as she was clearly having trouble injuring her enemy just enough to immobilize them, but leaving them alive for Zaroth to finish.

It didn't take long until all of the paladins were dead, and an eerie silence fell upon the church's grand room.

Taking an exhausted sigh, Zaroth sat on the ground as he watched Midnight begin to drink the blood of the slain Purifiers.

Deciding to see his progress with his demonic skills, he closed his eyes and commanded the darkness to wrap around his body.

Despite the room being fairly well-lit, he still managed to move a part of the darkness. He was getting a better grasp of Darkveil. Meaning all the killing he had been doing up until now hadn't been for nothing.

"Still a long way to go, though," he muttered as he dismissed all of his beasts, leaving him alone with Midnight, though she didn't pay him much attention as she was too busy drinking blood.

'Crazy how vampires work, just by drinking blood she gets stronger… I wonder what else she can do besides using wings?' he wondered.

The more blood she drank, the closer to evolution she got, so she surely had more skills at her disposal... Maybe he could ask her to teach him more stuff?

Seeing that Midnight was going to take her sweet time, Zaroth began to study the interior of the church.

Everything was beautiful and pristine as expected… excluding the large amount of blood that was spilled on the floor.

"What even is the point of this stuff?" he muttered as his gaze stopped at a large statue of a woman.

The statue depicted a woman with a spear in her right hand and a shield in her left. Was this supposed to be a god? Or some kind of legendary warrior?

Zaroth wasn't an expert when it came to history and religion, and honestly, he didn't care. He wouldn't pay a second thought to the statue if it wasn't for Luna's sudden words.

'Summon me,'

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting that Luna would want to wander around the church, much less considering that Midnight was here.

But honestly, he was too curious to see what would happen, so he summoned her.

Midnight shuddered for a second as she shifted her gaze to the menacing dragon in human form.

This was the second time she was seeing Zaroth's strongest summon, so even if she didn't want to, she felt nervous.

"Relax, bloodsucker, I am not here for you," Luna spoke coldly as she approached the statue.

Zaroth smiled a little at the unexpected comment. Calling Midnight "bloodsucker" was certainly funnier than it had any right to be.

Luna, not paying any attention to Midnight's gaze, stopped in front of the statue.

And suddenly, she turned into a dragon.

Not expecting that, Zaroth clutched his heart as he felt a dangerous amount of mana leave his core at an alarmingly fast rate.

Midnight's eyes had widened a lot as just witnessing Luna's dragon form filled her with dread. And the fact that the dragon's body wasn't made of anything other than bones clearly didn't make it any less menacing.

Not wasting any time, once Luna's transformation was complete, she slashed with her claws and broke the statue into dozens of pieces. Once she was done, she turned back into her human form.

Taking a few ragged breaths, Zaroth spat, "Hey, at least warn me if you're going to do something like this!"

Putting on an alluring smile, Luna responded, "Alright, I will keep it in mind."

Zaroth was clearly not done, but before he could retort again, Luna approached him and made him lay his head on her lap.

"Shh, you are exhausted, you can just relax for a moment."

Zaroth's eyes widened as he realized that his body ached, so he didn't move and closed his eyes, taking the break as advised.

"What do you think you are doing?" Hearing Midnight's voice, Zaroth opened his eyes only to see her staring down at him and Luna.

"I am letting my master rest on my lap," Luna immediately replied.

"This is something that I will do, not you," Midnight retorted.

It seems that, for some reason, Midnight forgot the fear she was feeling just seconds ago… Was this perhaps… jealousy?

Luna raised an eyebrow and pressed her finger to her lips. "Sure, you should have, but since you were too busy drinking the blood of the corpses, it seemed like you weren't going to do it. So, I took care of it instead"

Seeing the two beauties fight over him, Zaroth couldn't get rid of the grin on his face.

'I might be popular with the ladies, eh?' he asked himself as he observed them silently.

His mood quickly soured, however, as his bracelet shined, indicating that he had gotten a message.

Once he read it, he massaged his forehead.

Tomorrow morning was going to be the next round, the last one before the matches started to be held in the grand arena, observed by the emperor.

And considering that it was so late at night, he wouldn't be able to be in peak condition tomorrow if he didn't begin to sleep immediately, which wouldn't happen considering that he was still in the church.

It seemed that he really had shit luck.