Reign, Draven, and the President, watching the live feed, were left speechless.
They had anticipated the Devil Generals to be strong, but what they witnessed far exceeded their wildest expectations.
Even Reign, usually filled with confidence, found himself questioning whether his original body could achieve such overwhelming victory when it eventually reached the Demon God level.
’The gap between demons and devils is too high,’ he muttered to himself.
At first, he had assud that while devils would be more powerful than demons of the sa rank, the difference wasn’t sothing that could not be bridged with strategy and numbers.
But reality was far harsher than he had imagined.
Lost in thought, he recalled the words of the other demon gods.
"Is that really how strong you are in your base form?" Reign asked his grandfather who was completely silent since the operation started.
Draven didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he fell into deep thought, carefully analyzing everything.
He ran calculations and predictions in his mind, considering what he would do if he were in that situation.
In the end, he ca to a conclusion. He estimated that to survive such an attack, he would need to use about 30% of his full power, which included the power of the rings.
But to actually win, he would need to unleash between 40 and 50% of his strength—more than he had anticipated but still within his reach if he pushed himself.
"No, my base form is not that strong," Draven admitted, shaking his head. "But I don’t think that attack ca from any of the generals,"
Reign raised an eyebrow, his mind already working to piece together the aning behind those words.
"Are you saying they used an artifact?" Reign asked. It was the only explanation he could think of that made sense, given the overwhelming power they had witnessed.
"Yes," Draven confird, his tone heavy. "And judging by its strength, I don’t think we have anything capable of countering it—even among all the treasures back in the capital."
THUD!
"Is that really true?" The President stood up, slamming her right hand onto the desk in frustration. Her usually composed deanor was gone.
She looked at Draven, almost pleading. "Are you telling there’s really nothing you have to counter that? Nothing you can do?"
Draven’s expression remained unreadable.
"I wouldn’t say such a thing if I had a solution," he replied, his tone cold and direct.
The strongest demon admitting such a thing was a heavy blow to the President’s morale.
After all, the most powerful allies of mankind at that mont were the Abyssal, and hearing that they might not have a counter for the artifact shattered so sense of security.
Just as the silence settled in, a sudden shift in the footage drew everyone’s attention.
The previously dead demon gods reappeared, and they did not look hurt or tired in the slightest.
Then, another figure ca into view—the blonde ta-human child who had made even Lilith give up.
He had co for the sole purpose of supporting the demon gods, ready to step in in case of an ergency. His presence was a precaution, a backup plan to ensure their survival if the situation took a turn for the worse.
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Back in the Hell Army camp, the atmosphere was thick and hot as the three Devil Generals took to the air before flying down.
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They landed in front of the four demon gods, 50 ters away.
While this might sound like a considerable distance, for beings of their caliber, it was negligible—barely more than a step .
Asmodeus, the leader of the Devil Generals was the first to beak the silence.
"So you’re the kid Lilith warned us about," Asmodeus growled, his voice low and nacing.
"That’s right. If I were you, I’d retreat," he said, his gaze unwavering as he looked at the three Devil Generals without fear.
Asmodeus, clearly taken aback by the audacity, narrowed his eyes. "You dare to order us?"
"Yes," the ta-human answered with absolute confidence.
"Even Lilith, who is stronger than you three, was forced to retreat from . So, as long as I’m here, it doesn’t matter how many tis you kill us. You’ll only exhaust your power for nothing."
The boy’s confident and arrogant words had a powerful effect on the four demon gods, who had just returned from death.
They had seen death firsthand, their bodies torn apart by an overwhelming force. But they had also experienced sothing extraordinary today—their revival.
In this fight, they no longer had to fear death or defeat. No matter what ca their way, they would rise again over and over again.
CRACK!
The black hand materialized once again, its shadow looming over the battlefield as it descended with terrifying speed.
The four demon gods reacted imdiately this ti, preparing their combined attack to counter it.
Energy crackled through the air, and they launched their powers with everything they had, a massive wave of destructive force aid directly at destroy anything.
But even with their combined strength, the hand was just too strong, crushing them all under its imnse force.
For a mont, there was nothing left but the pool of blood and mangled corpses.
Then, just as quickly as it had happened, the four demon gods and the ta-human reappeared, whole and unscathed.
"I told you already," the boy’s voice rang out, filled with amusent. "You can’t kill us as long as I’m here!"
"It’s our turn!" Remu roared, and this triggered the other demon gods to make a move.
Now that they no longer had to fear death, they could fight more aggressively. Even if they didn’t win right away, they could still exhaust their enemy to the point of collapse.
"Pathetic copycat," Aamon muttered, shaking his head as his red aura surged, enveloping his body entirely. "Let show you the true power of the Devil’s race."
"I’ll fight you!" Without missing a beat, Caurus’s mighty axe ca down like a thunderstrike, its sheer force ripping through the earth as it cut through the air.
BOOOM!
The ground buckled under the force of the attack, sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air. The sheer impact of the blow rippled through the earth, shaking the very foundation beneath them.
Caurus hadn’t really expected to win, but he aid to at least make his opponent bleed.
However, when the dust finally settled, Aamon stood there, completely unscathed, casually gripping the blade of the axe as if it were nothing more than a child’s toy.
"Is this your strongest attack?" the Devil General sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is this the standard of demons?"
The insulting question hit Caurus hard, his pride taking a direct blow.
He pushed harder, shifting his weight to force the axe forward, but it wouldn’t budge.
Frustration burned in his chest. Determined, he tried pulling the axe back, but Aamon held it firmly between his fingertips.
"Go on, take it," the Devil General challenged, clearly enjoying the ga as he toyed with his opponent.
Caurus’s fury grew with each passing mont, and as his anger intensified, so did his power.
His body began to swell, growing taller and more imposing.
With a loud roar, Caurus finally pulled the axe free.
Then, using both hands, he swung it down with all his strength.
BOOOM!
The sheer power behind the blow sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, threatening to tear the very earth apart .
But once again, Aamon casually blocked the blow, not even putting any effort into it.
While this was happening, the other two Devil Generals were now locked in combat with Remu and Venzo in the air.
Remu, in a mont of desperation, transford into thirty small sli balls, each one no larger than a basketball.
The air was filled with a hum as each sli ball shot deadly blue lasers at him. Beams cut through the air, leaving streaks of light behind them.
But Belphegor, who barely moved, effortlessly dodged every single one attack thrown at him.
Seeing that her current strategy wasn’t working, she decided to change her approach entirely.
With a quick adjustnt, the thirty slis split into sixty, now surrounding the devil from every angle, forming a perfect circle .
"Fire!" Remu ntally commanded.
The slis began to shoot their deadly blue lasers, each one aid directly at Belphegor.
But this ti, the lasers didn’t fly in a straight line.
Instead, when one sli was hit, it bounced back, redirecting the energy.
The kinetic force of each impact fed into the next, creating an increasing tempo of attack that continued to build with each bounced.
It was a technique she had developed herself—a strategy built for speed and ever increasing pressure.
’I was planning to save this technique for Draven, but if I don’t give it my all, I won’t even land a hit,’ she muttered to herself.
Her determination grew stronger, and a desire to take down her opponent no matter what surged within her.
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