He's a crossover character in anime/manga, and basically just very despicable.

"Enemy attack—!!!"

The guard's voice roused everyone from their dreams—the old, the children, the men, the women, the nobles, the commoners, and, of course, those who were unable to sleep.

"Azami Kurosaki has arrived."

The king, who was still processing official documents, stood up and told the attendant beside him the most terrible news in a calm tone.

Kurosaki Azami has arrived.

What may seem like just five simple words to the average person can conjure up a horrific scene of slaughter, plunder, conspiracy, domination, and cannibalism in the minds of those in the know.

"Summon all the knights except Lord Mordred—including Lord Gawain and Lord Lancelot."

Just as Artoria donned her armor and reached for the holy sword, the servant's trembling voice sent a chill down her spine.

"Lord Lancelot has gone missing... Lord Gawain is currently engaged in battle with an unknown enemy and is temporarily unable to return to participate in the war..."

Furthermore... the enemy launched an air raid using hot air balloons, and approximately a thousand vampires are currently wreaking havoc within the city...

Furthermore, enemy cavalry are storming the city gates, and Lord Bedivere is leading his troops to hold them off.

The battle situation is... our army is at a disadvantage.

"What did you say? How could Bedivere...?"

With incredulous emerald eyes fixed on the attendant, King Arthur received the answer he least wanted to hear.

"Kurosaki Azami has arrived... He's leading the attack on the city himself."

Meanwhile, outside the city of Camelot.

Give me more war!

Give me more victories!

In order to eliminate Camelot's manpower as much as possible, Kurosaki Azami attempted to use a pincer attack tactic to turn Camelot into an impregnable fortress, allowing entry but not exit, and then massacre the city in one fell swoop.

The crumbling city gates trembled, the sturdy fortifications made of rock, oak, and chalk wailed under the vampires' rampage, the whole world was reduced to ruins, the scorching air was filled with the stench of blood, and countless ashes drifted in the air.

The black-haired man standing at the forefront of the vampire army raised his arms high and waved them around like a conductor from hell, roaring as he used the bone blades extending from his forearms to wantonly slaughter Camelot's knights—or rather, "bread in a shell"?

"YES! Lord Thistle!!!"

A unified roar responded, and the vampire army parted to make way; the main event was about to begin—

Their jet-black manes blazed like black demonic flames, and the vampire warhorses snorted, their sharp teeth, unlike those of herbivores, dripping with saliva. Clearly, they, too, were looking forward to this lavish feast.

"Hahaha! Get out of the way, Arthur's knights! Or I'll kick you to death!"

Unlike the arrogant shouts of the vampires who were infantry, the silent knights on horseback appeared far more terrifying.

The fine British army's standard chainmail gleamed in the dim moonlight, and the knight on horseback held his lance at level, like a dark cloud about to descend.

"These are... British knights!!!"

After cutting the vampire to the ground, Bedivere, the Knight of the Round Table responsible for guarding the city, gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Using Schrödinger's ability to "go wherever he wants" and relying on a simple and brutal brainwashing method involving flesh buds, Kurosaki Azami recruited several lords with large numbers of knights under his command. After being transformed by the Stone Mask, these originally noble knights were turned into wolves who obeyed his every command.

At this moment, just like the Wallachian army centuries later, they, under the leadership of Grand Duke Vlad, prepared to engulf the enemy in a black torrent—

But unlike the Romanian heroes who fought against the Ottoman Empire, this army was a swarm of locusts, a mobile scourge, fighting only for death, plunder, intrigue, and a good meal; it was pure evil.

Within Camelot, vampires, parachuted into the city center, roamed with unbridled abandon, thrusting swords and axes into the eyes of every living being they encountered, and fangs into the bodies of those who wailed, turning the living into the dead in agony.

Then, the "corpse-born" who rose from the ground merged into the waves, carried by the black giant waves, and walked through the streets of this holy city.

Death, or innocent people on their way to death, are everywhere.

They were burned to death by flames;

He was struck by a falling rock and was on the verge of death;

Falling into the bottomless, greedy stomach of a vampire;

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

If there were songs in hell, these wails and the laughter of villains would be the real "Songs of Hell."

"We can't stop them...we can't stop them..."

Although these vampire knights, who were forcibly promoted by the power of the Stone Mask, were not considered strong as Knights of the Round Table, their sheer number still put Bedivere in a difficult position.

Other knights were also engaged in battles with a constant stream of enemies in other directions—vampires had entered the Holy City, taking not only military supplies but also hostages with them, which was a further blow to knights who were already ill-suited for urban warfare.

"My king...why did you choose someone as utterly incompetent as me to be a Knight of the Round Table?"

Unlike his other companions who were beyond human mortals, Bedivere was closer to an ordinary human, and his strength and martial arts were not among the best of the knights.

So on that day, he himself raised this remarkably timid question to the monarch.

"You are worthy of this seat."

After showing a visible surprise, Artoria answered in that way.

"I've had the same doubts, but... the Knights of the Round Table don't simply determine victory or defeat based on strength."

Oh, I see... I understand.

There are always people who have to make sacrifices that others cannot.

"Azami Kurosaki! The leader of the vampires!"

Bedivere's roar echoed across the battlefield, causing Kurosaki Azami, who had just torn a knight apart with his bone blade, to pause in surprise.

"【Contractual Summoning】-"

"I'll give my life for you so you can't move your feet for fifteen minutes!"

This is some kind of magic called "forced contract," a rule that's like a forced sale—but it's probably not absolute, otherwise Bedivere would have just traded one life for another, which would have been much simpler.

It felt as if something was binding him; Kurosaki Azami felt his legs were imprisoned by invisible chains, unable to move an inch.

On the other side, the valiant knight drew his sword and committed suicide, his head rolling to the ground at Kurosaki Azami's feet.

"Lord Bedivere—avenge the Lord—!!!"

Grieving the death of their commander, the knights of Camelot, filled with rage, pointed their lances at the trapped demon.

“A very good knight... but unfortunately you miscalculated one thing.”

Raising his arms, Kurosaki Azami's cruel eyes stared at the charging enemy.

"【Wind Flow Technique: Divine Sandstorm】!!!!"

With his left wrist turning to the right and his right wrist turning to the left, coupled with the continuous supply of air through the bony tubes extending from his waist to his lungs, a huge air pressure space was created between Kurosaki Azami's arms.

Before the knight could even utter a triumphant cry of revenge, he and his horse were twisted and wrung out like a towel in a gruesome manner.

"You should have told me not to touch a single cell."

With a wave of his hand, pointing to the dilapidated city gate, Kurosaki Azami picked up the corpse of a knight at his feet and threw it over with all his might.

Boom—

The final straw broke the camel's back, and the ancient city gate collapsed with a mournful cry.

"Attack!"

Throughout this process, Kurosaki Azami's feet remained completely still.

Chapter 265 The Unjust War (Part 3) The Demon King's Fortune

"Get out of the way, you stray cat!"

In the forest, panting heavily, Gawain's eyes were cold as he and Lancelot, who was also panting, stared intently at the cat-eared boy who had appeared behind them at some unknown time.

To conform to the needs of "Pan-Human History," Gawain and Lancelot need to engage in a full-scale duel, much like the Battle of Camlann—though not necessarily to the death as in history, the two knights still need to fight a real battle.

Just when the two were exhausted, a creature whose appearance only existed in their imagination appeared.

Short white hair, scarlet eyes, a still-childish face, dressed in a jet-black butler's uniform, and only about 1.6 meters tall. Besides these, what angered the two knights the most was the silver [thistle] flower on the cat-eared boy's chest.

“That won’t do—my father ordered me to stop you two.”

"Damn it! Kurosaki Azami—!!!"

Something's definitely happened to Camelot!

Although the being before them had the appearance of a child, a young demon was not within the scope of the knights' forgiveness.

The swords slammed down like heavy hammers, and Schrödinger, whose upper half of his head had disappeared, fell to the ground, his two eyeballs rolling off. The gang, now without the upper jawbone to cover him, trembled. The scene was incredibly bloody, the kind of scene that wouldn't even pass censorship if filmed in a horror movie.

“To insult one’s father is extremely rude, knight.”

"what?!"

The boy's voice rang out behind the knights without warning, without any prior indication.

Turning around, an unbelievable scene unfolded before the two extraordinary knights.

Crimson blood, mangled flesh, shattered skulls—everything vanished without a trace. Just seconds before, everything that had happened disappeared like a mirage before the knights' eyes.

"Some monsters are like that... their vital point isn't their head..."

Lancelot, still calm, tensed his muscles, grabbed the spear beside him, and threw it with all his might. Gawain did the same. In an instant, bright red blood gushed from the cat-eared boy's heart and lungs, soaking the ground beneath his feet. He fell into a pool of blood once again.

but--

"It's no use, knights."

In the blink of an eye, the corpse and the pool of blood vanished, and Schrödinger stood up again, his clothes still intact.

"My Stand ability, Moonchild, allows me to exist anywhere, and yet, not exist anywhere."

Although my physical abilities and magical skills are only at the bottom in this "home" filled with vampires and demons, I wasn't here to fight anyway.

The seemingly harmless cat-eared boy smiled, a smile of innocent joy.

"Come on, knights, I will not run away; I will stand here forever."

"Look at you all... how many times can you kill me?"

——————————————————————The Crimson King——————————————————————

"Damn it! How can there be so many?!"