Chapter 263. A War with the Demon Gods (6)

Amon’s eyes regained their focus after exactly seven seconds. They shook when Amon took in the changes in his surroundings and in himself.

“How? You…what did you do to me?”

He did not know or understand. The ‘annihilation condition’ was complete.

Of course, even if the condition was complete, it would be difficult for Muyoung to eradicate him. Lower level Demon Gods became greatly weakened when their annihilation condition was complete, but a Demon God of Amon’s class was not affected in any way.

However, Muyoung was satisfied. Amon was confused because he did not know the ‘command’ Muyoung had placed deep into him.

“Did you go back in time? Why is that angel in your soul?”

Angel?

Was he talking about Gabriel?

Amon was correct about going back in time. He seemed to have found it by directly coming into contact with Muyoung’s soul. Muyoung also was not sure how he had gone back in time, but Amon looked as if he had an insight into Muyoung’s time travel.

“That’s impossible. How can something like this happen?”

“Nothing is impossible. Impossible is only in your mind.”

Amon glared at Muyoung. He was angry but was also controlling his anger at the same time. Amon. The Master of Magic and the Seeker of Truth. He had been lifted from the shackles put on by Baal and Solomon. While he seemed unaware yet, the effects would begin to show.

Muyoung spoke slowly.

“Amon, are you still afraid of Solomon?”

It was a primal fear for demon gods. The events that occurred before they became Demon Gods were trauma tormenting them for eons.

Even though they became divine beings and took steps to be complete, that fear never went away. So, they assembled around Baal, who functioned as a core. He was a being that would dilute their fears for them.

Amon half-opened his eyes.

“Do you think I fear someone like Solomon?”

“That’s good.”

Muyoung turned his head. Amon was confused right now. His mind was disordered to the extent he forgot to attack Muyoung.

Muyoung was the first Unknown Amon had come into contact with. He was chaos itself, in a completely different way from Solomon and Baal.

So Muyoung initiated the negotiations.

“Which would you choose from – the ‘unknown’ which is me or the ‘fear’ that is Solomon?

The world burned when Muyoung finished his question. The sun turned redder, and an unbelievable heat scorched everything. Gremory hurriedly placed a protective barrier, but it was not enough.

The weak demons burned with shrieks. Countless bodies dropped on the ground after becoming ashes. Not only that, the shields the King of the Dead created to protect the rest of the Demon Gods were breaking apart.

“Diablo…”

Muyoung turned his head, and Amon also focused on that phenomenon.

Diablo, the true owner of the flames who burned Haures, the demon god of flames to death! He stood on two feet, but with tens of horns, Diablo looked closer to a dragon with a majestic aura.

He had only appeared and looked at the world with his two eyes but was burning and erasing everything. Muyoung shuddered. It was the second time he encountered Diablo.

However, the first time Diablo retreated due to Baal, as he had to escape from Baal’s merciless attacks. This time it was different and incomparable with that time. Muyoung had thought with Amon’s help he would be able to handle Diablo, but now Muyoung discarded that notion.

“Diablo has exceeded the world’s limits.”

He had gone beyond the amount of power this world could hold.

“Solomon…!”

Amon’s gaze shook from fear, but also from his wrath resisting against it.

Only act for yourself. The Seeker of Truth must not be restrained by anything. Amon clenched his teeth, but other Demon Gods were already retreating.

“Cowards.”

Amon sneered. The other Demon Gods were still mortally afraid of Solomon. If Baal did not act, they would only be cowards who continued to escape. Amon was no longer interested in Muyoung and how he controlled Enroth. It was the same for Baal’s command to remove Gremory. Amon was only focused on what he faced.

Amon wanted to win against what had been holding him back for so long, and now he had the chance right in front of him.

With a loud shout, Diablo’s attack was too fast for Amon to think any longer. A massive stream of fire burst out of Diablo’s mouth, and the flames swallowed the entire sky. It burned everything in its path and was rushing to Muyoung and Amon.

Conflagration.

Amon built a massive wall of ice to separate the space between them to quench Diablo’s flames. However, it was not enough as Diablo’s fire burned everything, including all ‘phenomena.’

Amon clicked his tongue and removed his gloves. He revealed striking black hands, and Amon’s magic began to fly out recklessly.

Amon’s horns grew, and his eyeballs turned black. Also, the muscles in his human form exploded and expanded. However, it was unstable, and Muyoung turned his gaze immediately to Gremory.

Gremory nodded as she read what Muyoung wanted. She quickly removed the protective shields that were restricting magic. Amon began to show his might after the bothersome shields disappeared.

“Infinity storm.”

Amon did not need to voice his spells to use magic, but Epic-class spells needed to be voiced to enforce them. Amon’s magic that overflowed soon resulted in massive chaos. An enormous round space formed in front of Amon, and it swallowed everything like a black hole.

Diablo’s flames whirled into the space Amon had created. Did it work?

‘No.’

Muyoung shook his head in his mind, as the black hole started quaking.

If Amon could handle ‘infinity’ for real, he would exceed Baal. Infinity was a miracle number that transcended magic and was not Amon’s expertise.

Amon clenched his teeth sharply. Was he not avoiding what could be avoided because of pride?

Amon’s eyes changed again, as small white stars shone in the infinite black of Amon’s eyes, and analyzed Diablo’s ‘flames.’

“I am the one who analyses all and reaches the truth. I will uncover even the flames of God.”

The ‘speech’ of a magician is power, so a true magician saves his words. Reality itself could be imbued with speech and changed by the magician’s will.

Now, Amon commanded and pierced through Diablo’s flames simply with the pure power of his voice.

Soon, Diablo’s flames burst out after being reflected in the massive mirror Amon created. Diablo now faced his own flames.

‘Amazing.’

Muyoung was impressed. The only thing Muyoung did was to remove a lock, but Amon had already taken a step further. He had not expected Amon to counter Diablo’s attack.

‘But it’s still not enough.’

Amon had just opened his eyes, but Diablo was already complete.

Muyoung collected his flame. Strictly speaking, his fire skills came from Diablo the Lord of Fire, so Muyoung could control Diablo’s flame a little because they were similar. He needed only to open a path to manipulate Diablo’s flames.

The moment Muyoung’s body burst into flames, Diablo’s flame divided into two. The attack had been split into half, and Muyoung provided the breathing room Amon could use to form his counterattack.

Diablo let out a deep and loud roar in protest. He waved his wings to float and ravaged the air with sharp claws. Right after, intense wind pressure sliced the space. Diablo had cut space at a speed that Muyoung could barely manage to follow.

With a sickening noise, Amon’s body split into half.

‘A clone.’

It was a clone that Amon had prepared in that split second, and Amon was already heading for Diablo.

‘Is my enemy’s enemy an ally?’

Amon was hurling his wrath at Diablo and Solomon at present. They were a more imminent danger to Muyoung than Amon was. The two could reach an agreement.

His weapon cried out for blood. Muyoung threw the lance of Gabriel not to Diablo, but-

‘Solomon.’

He was behind Diablo hiding. Muyoung was going after him, so he threw the lance to break Solomon’s concealment skill.

When everyone focused on Amon, Muyoung struck at Solomon. He erased his presence, and the lance of Gabriel hit Solomon’s body with a cracking noise.

However, it did not reach Solomon as it went right through. The lance had no effect on Solomon’s body. It was not enough, so Muyoung revealed himself. The moment the lance of Gabriel hit the ground, Muyoung raised his weapon and used his unique sword skill.

Stance 51. The Evil Slayer.

If Solomon was in another plane, Muyoung only had to cut the space. As Muyoung struck with his skill, the cut made in space revealed a black opening. Did it succeed?

‘It failed.’

Solomon’s body became transparent for a moment and soon returned to its original state.

“As I cannot touch you, you cannot touch me.”

Solomon stared at Muyoung up close, and so did Muyoung.

“I do not know why you have my angels and prayers but die quietly like Kingslayer.”

With a tearing noise, the sky flushed scarlet, and numerous meteors fell to crush those below. However, Muyoung’s expression stiffened.

‘Did Kingslayer die?”

Kingslayer had been a noble and dignified knight who taught Muyoung how to move forward.

Muyoung did not care for other’s death, but this time it was different. Actually, Muyoung had been changing by tiny steps for some time now. Muyoung was feeling emotions for someone’s death.

It might be sadness, but Muyoung could not know. Solomon continued on.

“Are you sad? Hurt? Kingslayer had ‘hopes’ for you, but you’re out of luck. I found you.”

Kingslayer fought with Solomon and lost, but questions remained. Muyoung could not touch Solomon, and the opposite was also true. However, the Kingslayer could face Solomon. Was it because he was a Master of Darkness? Or was it because he did not originate from this world?

“You cannot win against Diablo no matter what you try.”

“Why are you trying to eradicate everything?”

Muyoung could not help asking where Solomon’s hate and anger stemmed from. Solomon smiled eerily at Muyoung’s question.

“You humans were the most spectacular failure out of the races I created. You were the most useless, most bloodthirsty, and most arrogant. You are a worthless race who eliminate other races, make them extinct, and slaughter each other.”

Human beings are failures?

Solomon’s words were strange. Was Solomon the creator deity?

“This world is a wastebasket where I kept the waste leftover my destruction. Is it not natural to throw out the trash?”

Solomon was confident and seemed to be telling the truth. He smiled as Muyoung remained silent.

“Are your questions answered? Think of it as a final gift for showing me the end of this game, thief. I will step away once Ars Nova and Ars Paulina are returned to me.”

With a titantic noise, countless meteors stormed over Muyoung’s head as soon as Solomon finished his words.

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