Funeral, what should I do if I reincarnate as a demon?

"....Whatever you think."

Although even if the neck was pierced, it would not be a big problem for the demons, unless the neck was cut directly, he was still very tired and really didn't want to chat with this guy.

So he stood up and walked towards the village, ready to rest for a while before thinking about the next thing.

And the bored Aura jumped and followed him, chattering endlessly, making him feel that Aura's annoyingness had risen sharply again.

.........................

After resting in the village for a while, Ash ignored the villagers' requests to stay, took the food, most of the village's cash and the cavalry captain's sword, and left the village with everyone's reluctant farewell.

After all, the death of these enemy cavalry here would definitely be known to outsiders, and the village would definitely attract a lot of attention in the future, so they naturally couldn't stay here any longer.

Of course, taking all the money with them may sound cruel. In fact, the remaining cavalry weapons and armor are more valuable, enough to bring enough funds for the villagers to rebuild their homes.

However, half a year later.

When the two passed by with a new herd of beasts, they came to the outskirts of the village out of curiosity and found that the situation here was completely different from the prosperity they imagined.

The Buried Fulilian: Thousand Years to the Present: Chapter 9 Going North to the Demon Clan Base Camp

The morning sun did not penetrate the clouds and spread into the earth. There was always a terrifying atmosphere behind the village. Compared with the more prosperous village in the past, the village at this moment was full of scattered tragedies.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the villagers lying on both sides of the road basically died with their eyes wide open in shock.

There was no trace of pain on his face, so he must have been killed in one blow. There were only corpses of civilians and dried blood on the ground, and judging from the means...

"The demons did it." Aura came to this conclusion after a simple observation of the scene.

No one was spared, whether children or adults. It can be said that it was a typical demon style, ruthlessly, cruelly, and thoroughly - ravaging and trampling lives to death.

Looking at the two familiar stone statues in the center of the village, Ash remained silent, and the indescribable complex emotions passed through the depths of his dark pupils.

The village was protected by the demons and was not destroyed by humans. Although more than half of them were killed or injured, they should have been working hard to revive. However, it was not long before it was completely destroyed by the passing demons... Is this the fate of the village or what?

"...So pitiful." Ash murmured, squatting down, and gently stroking the cold cheek of a young child with his fingertips: "It would be great if the goddess you believe in really exists."

Aura was just confused: "What are you doing?"

"I'm just thinking...I must not die like this."

"I can only work hard to practice."

"...I have to think of some way."

"Method?"

"The biggest difference between the demons and humans in magic is the issue of inheritance. We have no teacher and can only explore on our own, so we are really third-rate... Then wouldn't it be better to find a teacher?"

Ash slowly stood up and looked back at the girl who always followed him around.

But these words made Aura laugh so hard: "Why not find a teacher? Haha! Hahaha! Ash! You are really funny! We are demons! How could anyone teach us? Are you serious?"

"... Of course, demons won't teach, so just change your target." He ignored Aura's sneer and walked in front without looking back: "But now... Let's leave here first."

"Yes, yes~" Aura wiped the tears from her eyes without interest, and followed him out of the village.

But before leaving, Ash set the house on fire, causing the village to fall into a sea of ​​fire, and then turned around and left the village where he once lived.

But... before they walked for too long, Aura looked annoyed and poked his stomach with his elbow:

"Speaking of which, where are we going next? I heard that there seems to be a demon king in the north. Do you want to go there and hang out?"

"... I'm also thinking about this question."

"So how are you now?"

"You said you were thinking about it."

"What is it like?"

"You're annoying, be more restrained."

"No, I'm fine... oo???

Aura puffed up his chest and refused without thinking, but before he could finish the rest of the words, he was slapped in the face by him, blocking the next words.

Then he pushed Aura away, who was in the way, and walked quickly in front, frowning and worrying about where he should go next.

If possible, he didn't want to wander anymore, so maybe it would be better to join the demon king?

.........................

After they left the village, whether the villagers told others that the demons had lived in the village, Ash didn't know, but the demons had massacred the village, and this area would become more dangerous for them.

This made him worry again and again, and he glanced at Aura who was sulking not far away, but had already sat back on the demon bull's back.

Although he didn't want to pay attention to him, Aura couldn't help but ask after noticing his gaze: "What's wrong? Have you thought about it now?"

"... Let's go back first, and talk while we walk."

He also sat on the wolf's back, and at a distance from Aura, he continued to think about their follow-up plan.

When he returned to the simple wooden house where he lived, he sat on the rough wooden sofa, looked at the careless girl opposite him, and sighed:

"Think carefully, we should leave here. If we stay here, we may be surrounded sooner or later."

"You have to protect me well. If I encounter danger, I will be troubled."

"That's what I want to say... But it's not the time to discuss this, right?" He sighed deeply and shook his head: "But our feelings are really deep enough, and you are really worthy of being my sister."

"Compared to this, where should we go after leaving here?"

"North, then it's the base camp of the demons."

"In the end, it's still the north~ Well, I don't care."

Anyway, Ash has made up his mind, so Aura naturally doesn't plan to waste time thinking about it, and stands up to pack his luggage.

It's not that the demons don't have procrastination, but when it comes to life, they are more diligent than each other... Aura's performance in this regard is also quite obvious.

Therefore, after making the decision, the two began to pack their luggage together, and prepared to cross the continent to the north that day, heading to the gathering place of the demons.

It's not that they like other demons, or have any loyalty to the demon king. After all, the demons will only be loyal to themselves, and now they just want to avoid being killed.

Although the demons often kill each other, and the weak are ruthlessly ravaged... but occasionally they are ignored, which is better than fighting directly when they see humans.

Of course, humans themselves are not much different. They often kill each other and ruthlessly ravage the weak, but relatively speaking, demons are more law of the jungle, while humans are more social... It's just that the perverted ones have more ways to ravage the weak.

Maybe both of them don't think the other is normal, but - at least they don't have the energy to discuss this kind of problem that philosophers or sociologists think about.

The Buried Flyllian·Thousand Years Until Now: Chapter 10 Parting Ways·Unexpected Enlistment

Thanks to Ash's hornless characteristics, the two's journey north was unexpectedly smooth.

The herd of animals traveled alone in the jungle. Ash drove the carriage and sat in the front. As the driver, Aura, who was hiding in the carriage, acted like a young lady, dressed like a Middle Eastern woman, and wrapped her head tightly.

"Ah, so boring, Ash, tell me a joke." Aura complained in the carriage, but he didn't think twice and said, "Don't bother me, I'm reading a book."

"Newly bought books? What's interesting about human history? You are really weird."

"I don't want to be like you, ignorant." He occasionally whipped the horse casually, but his eyes were always on the books he bought from the town recently, studying the history of the world.

In addition to Aura, who occasionally took care of him and chatted with him, he also found a noteworthy existence in the ancient history book that was yellowed and almost weathered and given as a free gift.

"....Five hundred years ago, when humans were born, everyone could practice magic.... The great magician Volame had a stronger master, who was even considered the magician closest to the goddess.... The great magician Celia?"

Carefully flipping through the damaged book, he felt as if he had discovered a long-forgotten and quite extraordinary existence. He sighed for no reason: "...If I could learn from this person, it would be great. Five hundred years ago, Volame's magic was far beyond this era. Celia must be much stronger, right?"

"Those two can't teach the demons, right?" Aura poked her head out from behind, put her chin directly on his shoulder, and poured a basin of cold water on him mercilessly.

"...Just a casual sigh. Five hundred years have passed. No one knows whether Celia is still alive or not, right? By the way, your horn hits my temple. It hurts a little. Please don't stick to me next time."

For the legendary magician who was described with just one sentence, Ash now only feels regretful.

If he also had someone to teach him, and he was the strongest magician in the world, maybe he wouldn't have to hide in the mountains like before, and the tragedy of the village wouldn't have happened, right? ——After reading this book, he would sigh from time to time.

This is just a sigh, after all, traveling through time and space is basically wishful thinking.

And for quite a while, the two of them just hurried along the road, thinking together about how to find a quiet place to continue their magic research.

.........................

In the early morning when the sun just rose from the horizon, the air was very cold and slightly humid.

On the lonely road without any people and seemingly endless, the lonely carriage was driving slowly. When it was about to leave the country... the border line not far away was guarded by a group of fully armed soldiers.

".... Because in wartime, it is not allowed to leave the country at will?" Ash was somewhat troubled, and Aura's voice came from behind: "Kill them directly?"

"....Don't do anything unless absolutely necessary. What if there are troops nearby?"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Aura gave up the argument directly.

Ash also stepped down from the carriage, looked at the soldiers surrounding him, took out money from his pocket and wanted to bribe him to pass the customs, but... the development of things was beyond his expectation.

This group of soldiers was not just someone who could be sent away with some money as usual, but they wanted to take him away directly and let the young-looking Aura go back directly.

The situation at the scene can undoubtedly be described with only one word - La Zhuangding.

Because during the war, it was normal for people to be dragged to work as coolies or as new recruits. It made him understand why there were no other people on this road at all... because the local residents knew that there were soldiers here. I'm trying to catch a young man in a jam!

what to do? Get rid of them? Or should we follow him first and then find a chance to escape? Leave here peacefully? ——He was troubled for a while, but still shook his head slightly at Aura who was looking at him from a distance, and was taken away under the watch of Aura.

The two were forced to part ways at this moment.

Although Aura was troubled, she still chose to take a temporary detour, leave this war-torn country, and continue heading north, because...

"Anyway, it's Ash, no matter how you think about it, you can't simply die~" With this thought, Aura walked away without any worries.

But without Ash's connection, she could only choose to avoid the crowds and take more detours through the forest.

I don't know if it was luck or misfortune on Ash's part, but he was taken directly to the new barracks and did not become a strong man in building fortifications.

When he was registering his information, he even told him that he knew magic and gave a live demonstration, successfully making him a battlefield mage and receiving what seemed like pretty good treatment.

In the military camp, most of the country's magic was open to him, making him realize that he didn't seem to need to go to the north anymore. He could just soak in the military camp and study magic all day long.

Only a month had passed since then. After being issued with a saber and a robe, he followed the troops and marched towards the enemy country.

That same night.

The atmosphere in the entire mage group is quite depressing, because many people, like him, were forcibly recruited into the army, but were forced into this involuntary war.

Ash and the three companions he had just met had some preferential treatment as mages. Even if they were marching, they did not need to walk alone, but stayed in the carriage of the carriage together.

Of course, it is more to allow them to save their energy so that they can play a greater role on the battlefield, but...

"I'll die, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die...!" The young female mage sitting opposite Ash was sitting in the corner with her hands on her knees, her face full of gloom and she kept repeating the same characters.

If you look closely, you can see that her body is shaking.

And outside, the middle-aged woman sitting next to Ash couldn't help stroking a letter with her thumb... Ash knew her well and knew that it was a letter written by his daughter to him.

There is nothing surprising. Most people on the battlefield will use their family or lovers as their hope to support themselves and survive in this hell. Now it seems that this is the case even in other worlds.

The old man with a long beard who was diagonally opposite was holding a wooden statue of the goddess and praying constantly... But during this period of getting along, Ash knew that he was not a believer of the goddess of creation, and was just a temporary believer.

So whether it can be effective temporarily, it should be verified on the next battlefield.

The Buried Fulian·Thousand Years to Present: Chapter 11 The Real War

Compared to his teammates, Ash seemed the calmest.

Although the war and hatred here do not belong to him, he is really a complete passer-by, but at least now... Even if he is reluctant, he has been involved in the war.

In the past, he had already experienced small wars in the forest and villages where the jungle and the strong were predators, and it was much better than these people who were also involved.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his calmness that he was the captain of the four-man team in this carriage.

"Ha... I hope this war will end soon."

Or is it better to find a chance and leave this hellish place? ——He hid the second half of his true words and slightly raised the curtains of the carriage.