Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 1011- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (8)

1011 Chapter 1011- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (8)

He wanted to learn more about it— that tune, that hum, and what that ancient language was. Simon felt like he was on the verge of a breakthrough. If only he could take the next step, the walls barring his growth would collapse.

Thankfully for him, he would get plenty of chances to witness the high ranking demon nobles display their power. For Simon, there could not be a better place than this war to train himself.

While Simon was going through the epiphany of a breakthrough the beam of annihilation- [Níðhögg] crashed onto the barrier protecting the city.

BANG...

The [Sanctum of Protection] shattered like a delicate piece of glass struck by a hammer, unable to stop the attacks. And just like that, the once impenetrable barrier that stood as Orlandos' final hope disintegrated into countless fragments.

The falling fragments of the barrier reflected in the eyes of numerous humans, the silence that ran in the city and the roar of the Níðhöggs painted a dreadfully beguiling picture.

The massive beams of abyssal energy, which looked like serpents of destruction, opened their gaping maw like an all consuming force. They surged forward, swallowing everything in their path— light, air, sound, buildings... everything disappeared.

Those left alive, could do nothing but watch as the serpents open their maw, ready to devour them. This was the... end.

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"[True Silver— Limitless Slash]!"

A clear, sonorous voice, cut through the chaos like a blade through flesh. In that instant, the veil of darkness around the entire city was split apart.

A titanic slash of pure silver radiance tore through the sky, dividing the world in half. The sheer brilliance of the attack was so blinding that it seemed to carve through the fabric of existence itself, leaving behind a trail of fractured space.

Vincent roared. The sword in his hand flashed brightly once again.

His words echoed across the battlefield, slicing through the cacophony of war like a blade. At that moment, the entire demon horde froze. Soldiers, beasts, and nobles alike tensed, their monstrous faces twitching with unease.

Sweat dripped down their foreheads, their bodies stiff with fear. They had all witnessed the human's strength to kill hundreds of thousands with one slash, his overwhelming presence held them in place.

However, what truly horrified them was the name he had dared to utter so boldly... Agramon. To speak the name of the Demon Lord of Envy in such a disrespectful tone, with such arrogance— it was sacrilege of the highest order. The air itself seemed to tighten as if suffocating under the weight of the provocation.

And then, just as expected, a bone chilling killing intent flooded the battlefield. It was so vast, so all consuming, that even the world itself was painted in the crimson of slaughtered souls.

The mere pressure of it sent shivers down the spines of even the highest ranking demons present. From the skies, three figures emerged, their expressions twisted in fury.

In the lead was Garvex his three eyes burned with indignation as he snarled, "Puny human! How dare you take the name of a being as hallowed as our lord with that disrespectful tone of yours!"

"Hoh? What if I want to? What if I want to wipe my ass with that name? What can you do about it?"

Vincent's words were laced with mockery that looked down on all the demons and stroked their fury further.

"You dare mock our lord?! You are asking for death!!" Garvex was so mad that he looked like he couldn't wait to tear apart the disrespectful human this instant.

"Heh! Try and see if you can kill me," Vincent pointed his sword at them "Get lost, I have no business with number two. Bring out your boss. Tell him to fight me."

Gasps rippled through the ranks of demons. Even the arrogant high ranking nobles couldn't believe their ears. To demand the presence of their Demon Lord so directly— it was beyond suicidal; it was insanity.

"Good heavens," a voice rang with both amusement and exasperation. The next second, a figure bathed in pure white light appeared beside Vincent.

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