Gabriel stepped forward once more, his bitter expression barely concealed.
"Since the angels have taken that win, the next battle will begin shortly."
He fixed his gaze on Father Black.
"Bring forth your fighter for the rank 2 of the greater demon realm."
No one moved from Earth's side.
Gabriel waited.
Silence stretched.
Again, no champion appeared.
This ti, Michael rose to his feet, wings flaring.
"Are you mocking us, Father Black?"
His voice carried the weight of suppressed thunder.
Father Black t his stare calmly.
"No mockery. No worry either. Earth won't mind giving up two more ranks."
He paused, then added, "But in exchange, we'd like to wait another three hours for our fighters to arrive."
Michael's frown deepened.
He glanced at Gabriel, then back at the Regent.
He had no choice.
The rules allowed it.
"Three hours," he growled. "No more."
Three hours later, exactly as promised, they arrived.
Perseus, Crusher, Insect B, and Tomato descended from above, floating over the arena.
Raw, unfiltered power rolled off them in waves.
Perseus led, green electricity crackling around his bearded face, beard wild and streaked with storm-light.
Crusher followed, a mountain of bulging muscle, his hamr the size of a boulder resting casually on one shoulder.
Insect B looked more human than ever—almost disturbingly so—except for the translucent wings folded on her back and the four compound eyes arranged across her face.
Tomato brought up the rear, bigger yet leaner, muscles carved under skin redder than fresh blood, curves still alluring, long reptilian tail swaying behind her like a living whip.
Their combined aura pressed down so heavily that the children on Earth's benches flinched, auras flickering.
Father Black raised both hands quickly, a shield of cosmic energy snapping into place around the young ones.
He glared up at the arrivals.
"Don't scare the kids!"
Tomato chuckled, deep and amused.
"A good arrival should be loud."
Father Black face-pald.
"Still… hurry up. We've already lost three rounds waiting for you."
King Alexander floated up to join them, arms crossed, a lazy grin on his face.
"So? Were you able to completely digest the loot I gave you from the false heaven?"
They nodded as one.
At that mont, Elara leaped from Alexander's neck straight onto Tomato's chest, wrapping her arms around the demoness's neck.
"Aunty Tomato! I missed you! You missed my fight!"
"Oh, You have to forgive , I was busy punching your uncles into shape." She flexed her muscles.
"Oh..." Elara's eyes shone, "thats so cool. I want to punch too. I want to punch too."
Tomato gave a broad smile.
Then she turned to insect B, "are you ready?"
"Light work." She muttered, voice echoing.
FarhwrBlack rely gave a thumbs up, signalling that ahe could begin.
However, she firat turned to Crusher. Giving him a kiss before descending.
"E.." Elara closed her eyes. But Insect B did not mind. She rely smiled, roughed Elara's hair.
She descended first, her four eyes scanning the arena. She landed lightly on the sand, wings buzzing faintly. Gabriel announced the bout—rank 4 of the greater demon realm.
Her opponent materialized: a sturdy angel avatar, body like living liquid—translucent silver fluid that shifted and reford constantly, no solid edges, just rippling waves of holy essence. It had no wings or face, only a core glowing orb in its center, pulsing with light. The liquid form made it near-indestructible, absorbing impacts and flowing around attacks.
The battle started. The angel surged forward, liquid body extending into tendrils that lashed like whips, each tipped with holy spikes. Insect B dodged, multiplying herself instantly—three copies now, each identical, wings flaring. The tendrils struck one copy, piercing its chest. It burst into a swarm of disgusting insects: massive centipedes with venom-dripping mandibles, bloated flies spewing acidic bile.
The swarm engulfed the angel, centipedes burrowing into the liquid form, flies corroding the surface with spits. The angel rippled, holy light flaring from its core to purify the bugs—dozens vaporized in flashes. But Insect B's copies circled, each producing more horrors: one spawned giant wasps with stingers like spears, injecting paralytic venom; another released scorpions the size of dogs, tails arcing poison.
The angel reford, liquid body hardening into a spike wall to impale the wasps. One copy got skewered, exploding into maggots that wriggled inside the liquid, eating holy essence from within. The angel convulsed, core dimming, but it countered by splitting into five liquid blobs, each reforming into smaller versions, surging at the remaining copies.
Insect B's wits kicked in. She noticed the core's pulse weakened when bugs invaded. Her main body scread an order—inaudible to others but commanding to her swarm. The insects focused, not on random attacks, but tunneling toward the cores. One copy sacrificed itself, multiplying mid-charge into a horde of ants that sward a blob, forcing it to reform prematurely.
The angel blobs rged back, trying to overwhelm with a tidal wave of liquid. Insect B multiplied again—now six copies. Four dove in as bait, producing beetles with armored shells to block the wave. The beetles clamped on, siphoning liquid. The angel boiled them away with holy heat, but the distraction worked.
The last two copies flanked. One spawned a massive praying mantis from her torso—abnormally large, blades like scythes laced with corrosive sli. It slashed, carving chunks of liquid that evaporated holy light. The angel reford around it, drowning the mantis—but the final copy teleported close via a scream from the dying bugs.
Insect B's wits peaked: she had the mantis explode inside, releasing larvae that targeted the core directly. The angel shuddered, liquid destabilizing. She multiplied one last ti, all copies converging. They unleashed a final swarm—spiders weaving webs of acidic silk that trapped the liquid, forcing it solid.
The core cracked under the assault. Insect B's main body drove a stinger-hand through, shattering it. The angel dissolved in a splash of fading light—defeated.
Earth cheered. Insect B reford into one, bowing slightly. Michael frowned deeper.
Once again, no one noticed, but Kanada went back stage fo et insect B.
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