The Seventy-Two Demon Gods clearly hadn't been killed earlier—otherwise, the Papiyas wouldn't have said they "ran away."
And now, King Solomon was summoning them once more? Wasn't this just leading them to slaughter?
Wait—perhaps he wasn't summoning the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
For instance, could it be Belial, the Great Demon King of Hell?
But could Belial stand against these Papiyas?
Maybe he intended to summon multiple beings of Belial's caliber.
At this thought, both gods and humans felt a flicker of anticipation.
"Lord Zeus, do you think Belial can win?"
"Who knows?"
Zeus shrugged in response.
Though he said that, he didn't believe Belial stood a chance against the Papiyas.
Against two or three, perhaps—but twelve?
No, eleven now. Even that would be impossible, especially since these eleven seed slightly stronger than before.
In fact, why did they feel even more formidable than the original thirteen?
What if these eleven continued devouring each other until only one remained?
The thought made Zeus's expression darken.
These things were truly too dangerous. If they ever spiraled out of control, catastrophe would follow.
Hades had already sent him a ssage—these creatures had nearly destroyed the Underworld in ancient tis.
And Beelzebub had sohow recovered fragnts of them and replicated their existence. What was that guy thinking?
Did he want to annihilate the entire Heavenly Realm?
Given Beelzebub's history, it wouldn't be surprising if that was exactly his goal.
So Beelzebub also had such vast resources to research various things. Was Odin the sponsor behind this?
What is Odin scheming?
"This is really bad."
The two ravens grew sowhat panicked. Beelzebub's current performance was undoubtedly making so chief gods feel threatened.
And Odin's nomination of Beelzebub to fight would certainly make those chief gods overthink.
Just as they were about to continue their chatter, they saw the utterly emotionless indifference in their master's eyes and imdiately fell silent.
Their focus returned to the arena. With King Solomon's summoning, the figures that erged were—the Four Great Kings.
But the others didn't appear?
Could it be they were too terrified by Papiyas to answer the summons?
That would make sense, given how they had just been overwhelmingly crushed by Papiyas.
If they ca again this ti, they likely wouldn't escape with their lives as they had before—they'd probably die for real.
Huh?
Sothing was wrong with the summoning of the Four Great Kings too.
Their figures flickered unnaturally—not trembling in fear, but as if the image on a TV screen had inexplicably distorted, making them appear as multiple overlapping layers.
Wait, it wasn't just their figures—even the summoning magic circle was shaking, seemingly splitting into multiple overlapping circles.
"Are they resisting the summons?"
The Norse God of Mischief frowned.
"That makes sense. They got lucky last ti and didn't die. But if they're summoned again without the sandbox artifact, they'd really be killed."
Ares had no doubt they were genuinely resisting King Solomon's summons.
After all, wasn't this practically suicide?
Why would the Seventy-Two Demon Gods obediently accept the summons? They must be resisting.
"No, that's not it!"
Hades, the God of the Underworld, narrowed his eyes slightly. He noticed the expressions of the Four Kings—they didn't look like they were resisting.
Instead, they seed startled and bewildered.
And that expression wasn't due to being summoned again, but because sothing unexpected had happened.
His pupils contracted. Was King Solomon's mana output unusually excessive?
"Lord Zeus, the mana being released far exceeds what was used to summon the Seventy-Two Demon Gods before—even more than during the struggle for their reverse-summoning. What is he doing?"
Hers couldn't understand why King Solomon was expending so much mana to forcibly summon the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
Hm? Lord Zeus didn't respond or acknowledge his question. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, eyes wide as he watched the scene.
Could it be he had noticed sothing?
Suddenly, the flickering stopped, and all the overlapping illusions snapped back into place.
In the end, only the Four Great Kings of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods were successfully summoned.
The mont the summoning completed, the Papiyas on the opposite side reappeared beside the Four Kings at an astonishing speed that left afterimages.
Three against one—they were about to tear through the Four Kings' chests in an instant.
"Wha—!"
Hers' eyes widened in shock.
He had expected the Four Kings to be instantly annihilated.
That doesn't make sense either. King Solomon wouldn't be that foolish. In other words, King Solomon might have resud his old tricks—visual deception—to provide support for the Four Great Demon Kings.
However, this ti, there was no such mirage-like deception.
This ti, each of the Four Great Demon Kings blocked the attacks of three Papiyas on their own.
In the next instant, before Hers could figure out what was happening, his vision blurred, and four Papiyas were annihilated.
One body was split vertically from top to bottom, another had a basin-sized hole blasted through its chest, a third had its head exploded, and the last was twisted like an empty soda can.
"W-what kind of developnt is this?"
Even Heimdall, the comntator, was stunned.
Earlier, the Seventy-Two Demon Gods had been effortlessly crushed by the thirteen Papiyas.
Yet now, after being summoned again—this ti only the Four Great Demon Kings—the tables had turned, and the Papiyas were the ones being overwheld.
Had the Papiyas suddenly weakened?
No, it was the Four Great Demon Kings who had beco unnaturally strong.
This situation must be related to King Solomon, as he was still channeling vast amounts of magical energy into the summoning circle.
Wait—King Solomon wasn't just operating one magic circle. There was another above his head.
Heimdall looked up in shock and saw a massive magic circle operating in the sky outside the arena.
Upon closer inspection, the seemingly simple pentagram in the sky was actually composed of countless smaller magic circles.
"So that's it! This guy has done sothing astonishing yet again!"
Zeus, who had been leaning forward, straightened up and remarked with interest.
He had figured out why the Four Great Demon Kings had beco so powerful.
Well, anyone with eyes could see that King Solomon was empowering them.
But Zeus had discerned the true nature of their enhancent.
King Solomon had perford this astonishing feat—summoning Demon Gods from different points in ti and forcibly rging them together.
This was the real reason the Four Great Demon Kings had suddenly beco so strong.
Hmm?
Zeus sensed that King Solomon's released magical energy had increased slightly again, though to many gods, it might seem unchanged.
It was like adding a single drop of water to an already full cup—no visible difference.
In other words, King Solomon's magical energy had increased marginally, but not due to his own will.
Had the opening finally begun to loosen?
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