Chapter 120: Strength Of The Third Prince Of Hell

Mesmerized by the sheer sensation and the crushing mental strain of controlling such an enormous mass of demonic force, Damian finally released Corbin. His body levitated forward, pushing the overwhelming tide of his own power along with him.

The halted tsunami began to move. Not forward but backward!

Corbin and Gilbert retreated to a rooftop behind them, their figures landing as their eyes remained fixed on the impossible sight unfolding before them.

Duke Haborym’s demonic force tsunami… was being pushed back!

“He is stronger than the Duke of hell?” Linda could not keep quiet anymore.

“No… no he is not.” Corbin shook his head, yet doubt lingered in his eyes.

He wasn’t sure!

This was his first time witnessing so many bizarre things on a battlefield. For starters, priests like them were trained to gauge a demon’s rank through its presence, which carried the entirety of its demonic force reserves. The larger the reserve, the stronger the demon.

The problem with Damian was that while he had a presence like any other demon, he also seemed capable of summoning more strength from thin air. Nothing about Damian made sense!

“You are not wrong. His inheritance alone places him on the path to becoming a deity. Pay attention and learn everything you can about this devil from him.”

Gilbert’s words made Linda and Corbin snap their heads toward him, their eyes filled with shock. Whenever angels spoke of demons, they did so with cold disdain. For Gilbert to order them to learn from the enemy carried weight. It meant the knowledge to be gained from understanding the princes of hell outweighed even his pride.

“Just who is this man and how did he get his hands on such power?!” the duo could not help but gasp under their breaths.

Meanwhile, Damian was lost within himself. His mind drowned in the violent current of power he had unleashed. A splitting headache tore through his skull, each pulse feeling as though his head was being crushed and rebuilt again and again. His vision flickered, the edges darkening, yet he refused to let go.

Manipulating such a vast body of demonic force felt like trying to ride a wild stallion in the middle of a raging storm. It resisted him. It surged forward on its own, eager to break free from his grasp and run rampant across the battlefield.

Damian gritted his teeth. He could feel it.

If he allowed even a fraction of that force to slip beyond his control, it would spread uncontrollably, expanding past his reach and severing the connection between him and his own power.

This demonic force cost him 400 demonic force. As it did not come cheap, he dared not be careless with it. So he held on.

That was the only way he could stand against a being like Duke Haborym. And yet, despite the pain and the madness clawing at his mind, a crazed smile spread across Damian’s face.

His eyes burned with wild excitement as he continued to push forward, driving the massive tide of demonic force back step by step.

In mere seconds, Damian stood face to face with Duke Haborym in midair, both with their hands outstretched as their demonic forces split the battlefield into two opposing halves. The energies collided violently, crashing into each other like a raging storm that threatened to tear the world apart.

Only the two of them could stand at the epicenter of such madness. Anyone else would have been ripped apart instantly.

The air screamed. Space distorted. The ground below shattered under the pressure of their clash as crimson currents of power devoured everything caught between them.

“Little demon. This human has reached you!” Damian’s eyes burned.

Yet he received no response from Duke Haborym. The latter remained stunned that this boy had awakened his demonic heart. Had he known this earlier, he would have thought twice before facing both Damian and the priest at once.

“You are yet to put a scratch on me.” Duke Haborym snorted disdainfully.

“Yet!!!” Damian hissed.

Seeing that their forces had reached a standstill, he moved.

His left hand rose.

[-100 Demonic Force]

Buzz!

Another maelstrom of demonic force erupted from his palm, twisting violently as it surged forward with uncontrollable ferocity. Duke Haborym’s eyes widened as Bathin’s image briefly overlapped Damian’s in his vision.

Devil Lance!

Without hesitation, Damian drove his fist forward, merging the newly summoned torrent with the already overwhelming tide before him.

“MOVE!!!”

BOOOOOOM!!!

The collision exploded outward, the sheer force shattering the balance between them and breaking the storm.

Duke Haborym’s body was blasted backward, hurled through the air as the combined force tore through his defenses and sent him flying across the sky!

Damian did not stop. He followed from above like a starving predator, a vulture circling its prey. His figure trailed above Haborym’s path, his gaze locked, waiting for the perfect moment to descend and finish it.

Corbin witnessed everything unfold. Though he was in awe, he did not let the shock delay him. Without waiting for Damian’s signal, he raised his hand toward the heavens, his voice ringing out with divine authority.

“You shall build an altar to the Lord your God… an altar of stone, uncut by human hands!”

His eyes flared with golden light.

“Divine Art: Altar of Judgment!”

BOOOOOOM!!!

The heavens trembled.

The clouds split apart as a colossal structure descended from above, engulfed in blinding golden radiance. It was an immense altar, carved from radiant stone untouched by mortal hands, its surface etched with ancient scriptures that pulsed with divine authority.

Each line of inscription shimmered like living judgment.

A massive halo hovered above it, rotating slowly and casting down waves of sacred pressure that crushed the air beneath it. Chains of golden light extended from its base, anchoring it to the sky as it descended like the will of heaven itself.

The weight of it distorted space, and its presence silenced the battlefield. Even Damian froze mid-motion, his eyes widening with shock as he watched it fall straight toward Duke Haborym like a mountain sent to bury a god.

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