Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

2 assassins charged forward, trying to reach Bella and Bruce, the squishy-type undead.

But Brook and Crook got them covered. Using their large axes, they slammed down, shattering the floor, and making the assassins back off.

The two heavy stricker came from behind and made contact with Brook and Crook. This let the two assassins to slip forward.

First, they wanted to eliminate Bruce because he was the archer.

Bruce smiled and kicked the floor, his body sliding backward as the blade missed his face.

He was an archer, but he was the agile type. Not to mention his arrows were precise and powerful.

Two arrows whistled in the air, and struck the assassin. They bent their body in an impossible way and dodged the arrow.

Bella tapped the floor with her staff, and the floor was frozen, making the assassins slip and fall.

Milet immediately charged forward, and stabbed one of the assassins' puppet in the chest, and then slashed at its head.

Aldred smiled while Tarrar gritted his teeth.

"Surrender now, Tarrar. Your puppets cannot match my undead."

Tarrar frowned. The four puppets were actually his best card to fight against warriors that wanted to attack him in close-range.

They usually catch the enemy off guard, but Aldred wasn't an ordinary person.

He had undead, and they were more powerful than his puppets.

"If I become your subordinate, what will I get?" Tarrar asked.

"I will go for an adventure to obtain the legendary treasure. In the meantime, my golems will mine and guard the resources here. I want you to manage my territory and the business I have."

"You haven't mentioned what I will get," Tarrar said.

Aldred laughed, and then his hand snapped at empty space.

He then summoned his Phantom Doom Blade and stabbed the air.

"Kaghkkk!"

A bugbear appeared in Aldred's hand. His neck was being choked, and his stomach was stabbed by Aldred.

"This is why I like you, Tarrar. You're smart. Smart people wouldn't accept being subordinates to others. But you know what a smart man can do? Relying on someone stronger to lift them higher."

"You can rely on me, Tarrar."

Tarrar sighed, and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the runes on his body shone brighter, and his body flashed forward.

He appeared in front of Aldred, and his palm came at Aldred's chest.

The both of them fought ferociously. Their movement was quick and blurry, and the city wall cracked and some parts even shattered to pieces.

Aldred parried all the attacks, and counter attacked a bit. He did not want to kill Tarrar after all.

Tarrar felt like he was being mocked. For the first time, his warrior heart did not accept being looked down upon.

He put his palms together, and mysterious runes flew in the air, orbiting around Tarrar.

He then dashed forward, pulling his right palm back as all the runes floated around his arm.

Aldred sneered. "So you're a close-range magician. Not bad."

"Go to hell!" Tarrar shouted.

The palm attack was about to strike Aldred's chest when suddenly a golden majestic armor wrapped around him.

The visor closed, and blue mist came out.

The palm made a direct contact with the armor and produced a powerful shockwave in every direction.

Too bad for Tarrar. It didn't affect Aldred in the slightest.

"What is this armor?"

"It's a battle gear."

"Battle gear… The legendary battle gear?"

"Do you want to surrender now?"

Tarrar backed away a few steps. "I am not done yet."

Tarrar pointed his palm at the magic tower in the distance, and suddenly, a huge amount of mana was siphoned away from the tower, and it entered his palm.

Tarrar's skin started to turn blue. Runes started appearing on his skin, and when they ran out of space, they flew off and hovered near him.

At first, Aldred was smiling, but as Tarrar's power grew, his smile turned into a frown.

"How did you become this powerful?"

Tarrar grinned. "Now I am as powerful as a Platinum Rank."

"No. You're merely at the gate. You're a pseudo-Platinum Rank at best."

"What's the difference? I can defeat you with this power."

Aldred smiled wide. "You think I haven't killed a Platinum Rank before?"

Tarrar frowned. "I don't believe you. Die!"

A gloomy and tyrannical aura exploded and a huge amount of mana gushed out from Tarrar.

The area around Aldred turned gloomy blue, and he felt his attributes started to reduce.

"This is a debuff spell?"

"That's right. And sooner or later, you'll be too weak to walk. Now, let me kill you!"

A hideous claw cut open Aldred's chest. Blood splashed in the air as Tarrar laughed in a crazed manner.

That was when Aldred realized that Tarrar's body had become 3 meter tall with sharp claws and strong muscles. Glowing runes floated around him.

Aldred took a couple steps back as he gritted his teeth in pain.

"You want to be my boss! Look at you! You're weaker than me!" Tarrar charged forward, and his claws ripped a hole in Aldred's chest.

He pulled his claws, and what came out was a beating heart.

Aldred gasped for air, then Tarrar crushed his heart as Aldred fell to his knees.

When Aldred saw that, his expression of despair expression turned to a smile before pointing towards the side with his thumb.

Tarrar glanced to the side, and saw Aldred sitting calmly with an orange juice in his hand.

"Bravo. Bravo. You did a good job."

"What!" Tarrar widened his eyes.

Aldred laughed. "I like that expression of yours. You are the second person who fell for my trick."

"Trick? No, I killed you. This is a real corpse. I crushed your heart!"

Aldred beckoned with his finger, and his clone's corpse burst into blood mist before forming back again beside him.

"This is my clone."

"Clone… impossible. The battle gear. The weapon. Everything is real."

"Yes, my power not only clones my body, but my clothes, and weapons as well."

Tarrar widened his eyes. "That's not a power anymore. That's fucking cheating!"