Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son-Novel

"Tom, come out and show your face!" Jazad shouted.

Tom sighed and lazily stood up before he opened the door then looked towards the sky.

Jazad grinned. "There you are. Surrender now, or you will die under my axe."

Tom looked carefully at him before smiling. "That axe. It's made out of the carcass of a magical dragon."

Jazad frowned. "How did you know?"

"I just killed one earlier."

"Seems like you don't know the situation you're in, boy. This is no time for you to show off. You might be a Diamond Rank, but I am a mid Diamond rank warrior. Even high Diamond Rank magician fears my existence."

Tom laughed. "Perfect! I just found a low Diamond Rank warrior, and now I found someone better. Jazad Busta, surrender now and I will spare your live! Otherwise, you will die and become my undead!"

"I was told that the Conquerer of the West is an arrogant man. Who would have known that his son would behave the same way. In that case, I will kill you along with your undeserved pride! Attack!"

Jazad pointed forward, ordering his army to attack. Even though his soldiers were comprised of criminals, bandits, and scums, they were highly organized and well-trained. Jazad was a great general, and he could turn any men from all kinds of background into a proper soldier. All of them looked up to him and were willing to die for him.

All of this was possible because Jazad had been trained to manipulate the masses and individuals. He knew how to be charismatic and inspiring. In fact, for him, these people were much easier to control. Most of them did not have family or parents. They wander the world with nothing to lose and no reason to stay alive. They had nothing that was greater than their own life. Ever men needed that.

And Jazad gave them just that.

The bandits came from above and below, rushing in from different directions.

Expressionless, 5,000 robots and golems brandished their blade and sprinted forward, kicking up dust and dirt into the air.

"Archers! Fire!"

Tens of thousands of archers fired at the same time, blocking the sunlight with darkness.

The robots and golems raised their blade above their head and then spun their arms, cutting and deflecting all the arrows coming at them.

Tom smiled. "We should retaliate as well."

The machine guns atop the truck jolted and aimed at the bandits. After loading the magazine, they began to fire thousands of shells per second.

The next moment, countless bandits were blown apart when the bullet struck their bodies. Limbs flew as a large number of bandits and their mounts were tore to shreds.

That was when the close-range golems and robots arrived and sliced and diced through their formations.

The bandits surrounded the robots and golems from all direction, but they were unstoppable killer machine. They stab with a spear only to find that their spear broke in half.

They swung swords at them, but the swords bent. The head of the hammer broke off when the bandits slammed them onto the robot's hard steel.

None of their attacks seemed to work against these killer machines!

Even though they had unleashed all of their power, the robots and golems moved quickly and slaughter them like pigs.

When the bandits in the rear saw the atrocity that these golems did, their legs trembled and they almost pissed themselves.

Helid was in awe. "Those golems are truly something else. Each of them could match the power of a low Diamond Rank Warrior.

Countless screams of pain and misery reverberated in the grassland. Every second, a large numbers of bandits were sliced and cuts into pieces. Blood, flesh, and limbs were torn, thrown all over the air.

The grassland were painted red.

"Run! Run! We cannot win!" a bandit took a step back and shook his head. He turned around, dropping his weapon as he ran away for dear life.

One of the golem saw this and began to charge at him, cutting down the other bandits that blocking its way and then drove its long blade through the man's back and out of his chest.

The bandit spat out blood before the golem raised another blade and cut off his head.

His head flew off into the air, eyes full of terror.

"Do not falter! We can win this fight!!!" a bald bandit with low Diamond Rank strength charged towards the golem.

That surprised Tom a little bit. "Another low Diamond Rank warrior. Didn't people say they are rare?"

The reason why Diamond Rank warriors were rare was because they were hidden most of the time. Staying in the shadows, powerful noble families, and ancient wealthy families would sometimes groom warriors to become a Diamond Rank. They were rare in public, but in the elite-circle, it was common knowledge that every noble families had more than a hundred Diamond Rank warrior working for them.

Diamond Rank warrior were like a rare commodity only served to the ultra-powerful. Because one had to have the ability to keep their existence a secret. Which was very hard in this world of magic.

Magic was a mysterious thing. No one really knew how it work, yet just a little comprehension could let magicians do so many things with it. Creating spells to spy on people, and even bending reality to their will.

Magic was simply amazing.

But it seemed like technology could match them as well.

The low Diamond Rank warriors were surrounded by the robots. 20 Robots jumped in, raising their four thick, steel arms, powerful blade in hand.

"Bring it!" The warrior roared. In the blink of an eye, his body exploded with life force, and attacked 100 times in a second.

Right after that moment, the robots were sliced in half.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Even though the robots have the strength and speed of a low Diamond Rank warrior, they could not really match in battle, huh. Corduul will probably improve their design later."

The robots could send information and data to the Mechanicum at all time. Whenever they won, whenever they lose, the information was send to them which would be used to further improve their performance.

The robots were also constantly learning about their enemy, so they could adapt fairly quickly to situations.

So after analyzing the situation, the robots quickly made a plan. Unlike humans, they did not need to think for a long time, and they could communicate without even saying a word.

These traits made them valuable soldiers!

Forty robots rushed forward this time, distracting the warrior before one hundred robots came in and sliced the man into pieces.

The robots quickly scattered regrouped and looked for other bandits to kill after that.

They were efficient killers. No animals, human included, could match their efficiency.

They needed no respite, no rest to take in the information, no nothing. All they did after they killed their target was to look for the next one.

"Impressive, simply impressive!!!" Helid praised. "Tom, would you be willing to sell some of these golems to me?"

"You have to talk to my dad about that." Tom smiled meaningfully.

Helid bit his lip. He had to convince his father to make a relationship with the Conquerer of the West soon.

Jazad Busta saw his army being butchered and frowned. "Seems like I have to make my move as well."ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire