Satan—there had always been many rumors surrounding this na.
For anyone associated with it, misfortune was almost guaranteed.
Recently, the one tied to the na of Satan was Beelzebub.
Cursed, he had already brought death to several.
The angels and goddesses of Heaven who once tried to save him had all perished, their hearts destroyed.
This confird the truth of the legends.
Thus, the na Satan beca even more infamous.
Among many tales, there was one that claid the day Satan awakened would mark the destruction of Heaven.
It would be the true Ragnarök of the gods.
Now, Satan had truly appeared, and indeed, he displayed unimaginable power.
Just eting his gaze gave the illusion of being killed on the spot.
Driven by fear, many gods instinctively sought to flee.
Yet, they found their feet glued to the ground, utterly unable to lift them.
Was this so trick of Satan's to immobilize them?
No. It was simply because they were too terrified to move.
"S-S-S-S-S-Sister B-B-Brunhilde…"
Göll was so frightened she could barely even stamr out her brother's na properly.
By now, her legs had given way, and she had collapsed onto the floor.
"Damn it!"
Such a massive unforeseen event—there was no way the Ragnarok battle could continue now.
Just look, even the chief gods had risen from their seats, ready to intervene. The thing that had appeared was far too dangerous.
If not for the countless gods and humans filling the spectator stands, the chief gods would have already descended. They hesitated only out of fear that the battle might spill over and harm the onlookers.
"Stand down."
The Four Great Demon Kings on the arena knew full well they were no match for Satan before them.
Missing an arm and trembling with fear, they still stepped forward, ready to fight to the death for King Solomon.
Yet, Solomon clearly had no intention of letting them throw their lives away. He ordered them to retreat and forcibly teleported them away, vanishing from the arena.
"Oh? I sense no fear in you at all. Why is that, King Solomon?"
Satan crossed his arms, intrigued as he addressed the man before him.
Did he have so hidden card up his sleeve?
But no matter what tricks he might have, Satan feared no variables now.
Every mont, he grew stronger.
It wasn't because he had devoured Papiyas and stopped improving, nor was it because he hadn't fully absorbed Papiyas yet.
Papiyas had been completely consud, yet his power continued to swell.
The reason?
Fear.
Fear was the source of his strength. Fear was his sustenance.
The more people feared him, the more he absorbed that terror, converting it into raw power.
The more exaggerated and terrifying the tales of his deeds spread, the mightier he beca.
He had thought it would take ti to fully manifest Satan.
But Papiyas's unexpected existence had accelerated his birth.
So fear him. Let his na—Satan—echo across the Three Realms: Heaven (including all divine pantheons), the Human World, and the Underworld (encompassing Hell, the Demon Realm, and the Land of Roots).
Let him beco the strongest. Let him beco invincible.
Then, what were the Primordial Gods? They, too, would bow beneath his rule.
"Why? Because I've realized the reason I waited until now was for your appearance—so I could sweep you away."
King Solomon's tone remained as calm as ever, but his words left the chaotic spectators utterly stunned.
"D-D-Does that an he's calling Satan… trash?"
Göll's tongue nearly tied itself in knots, cold sweat pouring down her face.
At a ti like this, why was Solomon provoking him?
It was over. She couldn't even imagine how Satan would torture him now.
Look—after those words, Satan's arrogant face had instantly hardened.
"Heh heh heh… Ahahahahaha!"
Satan laughed, and with that laughter alone, the entire arena trembled. The protective barrier shielding the audience flickered unsteadily, as if it might collapse at any mont under the force of his mirth.
Even the sky seed to respond, as thousands of thunderbolts crackled in response to his laughter.
"I've decided—I won't kill you, Solomon!"
Was this Satan showing appreciation for Solomon's fearless deanor?
After all, so people's courage can earn the admiration of their enemies.
"Because I will make you wish you were dead! I will subject you to eternal tornt, eternal suffering!!!"
Correction—it wasn't admiration. Satan was utterly enraged.
His words were practically spat through clenched teeth, and the dark energy erupting from his body threatened to pierce the heavens.
"The ti has co."
Solomon suddenly uttered these cryptic words.
In that sa instant, countless magic circles materialized, densely covering the space.
"This—this is too much!"
Göll gasped, truly overwheld by the sheer number. Had Solomon foreseen Satan's ergence and prepared for it?
For a mont, Göll felt a glimr of hope.
However, these magic circles weren't launching any attacks, nor were they targeting Satan. Instead, they converged toward Solomon himself.
Solomon acted like a massive magnet, instantly drawing all the magic circles toward him.
Before they attached, a few special circles displayed pure light projections—figures resembling the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, yet sohow different.
Then, these seventy-two figures superimposed onto Solomon, wrapping him like a mummy woven from magic.
Suddenly, the magic-wrapped mummy began to expand, growing larger.
It wasn't as if it was inflating like a balloon—rather, the person inside was becoming more massive.
The once scholarly-looking Solomon was transforming into a formidable figure.
Yet, one detail made Göll's face stiffen.
What was happening to his head?
Horns?
Why did they look sowhat similar to Satan's?
No—they appeared even more exaggerated.
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