Chapter 620 – The Real Enemy Is…

The Demon God clenched his teeth as he cursed inside him.

Heat and pressure welled up in my swollen face, and it felt like my only remaining eyeball would burst.

‘Damn it, damn it…!’

It was too late to notice what had happened because I was not holding my gaze as I was staring in fear of losing one eye.

While negotiating over Baal and Amon, when he felt ominous and belatedly contemplated the world, the demon god prayed that the pure white sight that filled his eyes was an illusion.

A pure white flame with a disgusting sacredness spread like wildfire through Pandemonium.

Creations created with care evaporated in an instant.

Is that all?

How vicious is this human power, even the minor demons left no soul, just like the great demons.

A complete deficit and loss with no scraps or scraps to recycle.

Even if Baal and Amon killed the intruder, the demon god felt like his head was going to crack just thinking about how much time and energy he would have to invest to resolve and recover from the situation that occurred.

‘I will be relieved of my anger if I capture not only this human, but also the goddess… And make her bag to be killed…’

The demon spirit, accompanied by the great evil Baal and Amon, came out of the image in a state of panic.

With urgent movements, he appeared in Pandemonium.

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─ Human. In the meantime, did you kill me and Baal’s minions?

Amon’s voice took the lead.

The demon god, who followed the voice with Baal as his guard, only then faced the abominable intruder face to face.

The human, who shifted his gaze from looking at Amon, grinned and pointed to one of his eyes with his finger.

“The eyes. Are they nice?”

“···.”

The man who threw away half of Pandemonium and even blinded one of his eyes had the most shameless face.

The demon god felt the anger welling up as a result hitting the top of his head.

If it weren’t for Baal and Amon watching him by his side, he might have screamed without culture.

‘The goal is to maintain the dignity of the Creator… And not hand over leadership as much as possible…’

The demon god barely suppressed his anger at the single provocation, but the corners of his eyes trembled, deviating from the brain’s commands.

The reason why he came here in person was because he thought he would listen to the story if it would appease him.

I remembered that and came to my senses.

“Hmm!”

The Demon God adjusted his collar and took a breath.

He shouted at the intruder.

“Aren’t you the servant of the goddess? I think this is my first time seeing you like this.”

“Yes. When I first got my face, I was a cerebrum.”

“···.”

Even though Baal and Amon are standing on either side of him, the man shows no sign of flinching.

That’s why the heat rises even more.

I immediately threw the word appeasement into the trash can.

“It seems like it’s a habit to try to do something by arguing when you come here with a bunch of guys on both sides.”

A short conversation that didn’t even get to the point.

Recognizing that in the current situation, no matter what he says, he will inevitably lose in the emotional battle, the demon god keeps his mouth shut.

The great devils, who were suddenly referred to as little guys, had their pride sore that they sent a doctor to the demon god to get his approval.

“···Baal. Amon.”

─ Yes.

─ Please excuse me.

After the Demon God barely swallowed the sigh that rose up in her throat.

He took all the laughter out of his voice and ordered the great devils.

“Even if it means cutting off all of his limbs, I don’t want him to be killed if possible. I can’t allow him to die comfortably after doing something like this.”

Let’s add the ending that there is nothing we can do if it doesn’t work out.

Baal and Amon nod and show an understanding gesture.

─ You are resting in a safe place. You might get caught up.

“It’s good. I always look forward to you two.”

If it were a normal Demon God, he might have said something and said he would watch from here, but the current situation is different.

It must not interfere with the battle.

If Baal and Amon lose here, there is no need to hide in images or take refuge in another dimension.

‘If that person’s abilities are left as is… They will destroy Pandemonium itself.’

If there is a major problem in the dimension itself, the impact falls on the Creator.

So this is really a dead end and the last chance.

In order to hide his trembling heart, the demon god pretended to be calm in his steps and returned to his image.

Roman was dumbfounded by the sight and burst out laughing.

“So why did that bastard come here? If you’re going to go back like this, just let the little guy go.”

─···Human. It’s too cubic.

Amon’s mana-filled voice resonates through the heavens and earth. The sky, which had briefly brightened due to the influence of white salt, turned pitch black.

Such strange changes continued, but the corners of Roman’s mouth still turned up.

─ Dark night.

Baal reaches out to the floating swords and calls out their names.

I grabbed the magic sword tempered with deep despair.

And the great devils measure.

Try to judge the opponent.

‘Is this person good at hiding things?’

Baal and Amon feel an endless sense of discomfort when looking at Roman.

Strangely enough, I can’t even guess how skilled the opponent is.

‘But if you win against Naberius and Barbatos and remain fine, you probably don’t have average skills.’

That’s why the great devils were ready to show their sincerity from the beginning.

In an instant, Baal and Amon exchanged glances.

─ Tsk, I’m working together with you…

─ The unwillingness is the same here.

Roman listened with interest to the conversation between the great devils.

However, Rachal and Gleipnir were still floating freely by their master’s side, and Roman still did not hold the weapon in his hands.

The great devils never give a threat to quickly grab a weapon and take a stance.

Baal immediately took a stance and aimed his sword at the intruder, and Amon began chanting clearly.

─ The roar of flames, the roar of fire horses, the deterioration of yoke.

─ Female snakes with burning tongues, soar from the place of dark blood.

Amon spoke with two voices at the same time and created a magic that mixed power.

One is a chant that flows from the owl-shaped head, and the other is a chant that is spit out by the snake that makes up the tail.

Next.

Baal let out a dry voice as he adjusted the blade.

─ Let the world be divided with the sword.

The sword in his hand, dark, has a dull purple color.

This archdemon will pounce on intruders after a flood of Amon’s magic. Baal did not hide such momentum from the beginning.

“Oh? It’s definitely higher level than those two.”

Roman seemed to understand the power of Baal and Amon.

In the end, in actual combat, you only know the outcome when you encounter each other, but it was clear that those archdemons had superior overall abilities, such as total mana and physical strength, than Naberius and Barbatos.

Like that.

While Roman was watching as if it was just another matter, Amon’s chant came to an end.

Snake on the tail!!!! I cried and vomited out mana.

─ Redemption of dark blood.

The ground beneath Roman’s feet began to boil, and snakes made of pitch-black flames rose up in bunches.

The snakes wrapped themselves around Roman’s body and began to pile up, creating a hill above him.

In an instant, Roman became invisible.

─ Hunjak (熏灼).

The final magic is the owl in charge of the head.

The haze that permeates the atmosphere is compressed and even melts the snakes that are gathering in groups.

Pot! Baal rushed at him, kicking the ground.

He narrowed the distance in an instant and gently swung his sword at the spot where Roman was standing.

─ Soul Blade (魂魄切劍).

A sword dance that shows the best swordsman in Pandemonium. Hundreds of slashes rain down in one breath.

While swinging a sword imbued with enormous mana and power, there is no damage to the lumpy haze or melted snake pile.

‘Baal guy… He’s still a difficult power to deal with.’

Amon knew that Baal’s power was ‘penetration’, so he calmly watched the situation.

He is wielding a sword that penetrates his magic and cuts down only the human inside.

─ Cheonhwaja (天禍刺).

Baal imbued his sword, Amya, with mana to finish him off.

A single stab imbued with the power of the Great Devil.

Just as it was about to continue.

Tap into the spirit of the great devils! A breaking sound rang out and power flowed.

─ !?

─ What is this…?

Baal and Amon could not hide their astonishment and stopped moving.

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‘Ah.’

Roman lamented, unable to bear the deep regret that permeated him.

I found out after being tied up and crushed by burning snakes.

As my instincts told me, these are no longer what we call opponents.

The heat generated by the magic imbued with Amon’s power does not even feel warm, let alone hot.

Baal’s sword was able to pass through entirely while deforming only part of the body due to thunder transformation.

So Roman was seriously conflicted.

‘What should I do…’

These may be toys that will break before you even use your power.

Will the Great Devils be able to hold out until they are satisfied?

With enlightenment, a sense of omnipotence surges and boils throughout the body.

It feels like my soul is drying up from the thirst for release and relief.

To the extent that I have to keep remembering the reason why I stepped into hell, a childish emotion like that of a young chick intoxicated with power is lingering in my mind.

I wanted to release my strength with all my might and hit the floor until I could see it.

‘···.’

The only person Roman knows who can accept this and release it is her.

Her face appears clearly in my mind.

‘Lin.’

What state am I in now?

How will she react when she sees herself now?

I guess I have to sharpen my awareness before I face it.

Roman developed a new level of dominance by drawing a happy smile using only his imagination.

[Opening the mind’s door]