assistirfilmes Chapter 501 - Advent (2)
Chapter 501 - Advent (2)
Chapter 501 - Advent (2)
Crack! Crack!!
The space behind Arakyle began to split once he finished his sentence. The black Rift grew bigger and out came an army of demons that numbered easily over ten thousand. It was the Despair Corps led by Arakyle.
‘That’s...’
Oh Kang-Woo narrowed his eyes as he stared at the Despair Corps that had marched out of the Rift. He couldn’t feel Deific Essence from them like he could from Arakyle, but something about them felt off.
“Oh.”
He soon discovered the source of the oddity.
‘What do they have around their necks?’
Every demon of the Despair Corps was wearing something around their neck; it was neither a necklace nor a pendant.
‘... A pouch?’
It was about half the size of a human palm. Based on how puffy it looked, Kang-Woo was sure that something was inside it. Such a thing did not exist back in his Demon King days.
‘They’re... probably not charms.’
There was no way demons would wear charms for good luck as a group.
“You must be curious about what these are.”
Arakyle smiled as he noticed Kang-Woo’s gaze. He gestured with his chin toward the Despair Corps that had surrounded Kang-Woo, Lilith, and Balrog. He then took off a pouch from one of the demon soldiers.
“Show the Demon King,” said Arakyle with a smile.
Arakyle’s subordinate brought the unknown pouch toward their mouth and slowly tilted it. A black powder flowed out from the pouch’s opening and entered their mouth.
“Kurgh!” the subordinate grunted in pain.
Crunch! Crunch!
The sounds of bones breaking echoed.
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!”
Arakyle’s subordinate writhed in pain as grotesque blood vessels resembling tree roots bulged throughout their body.
Whoooom!!
Unsettling demonic energy seeped out of the subordinate like haze. It was clearly different from regular demonic energy.
“Hah,” Kang-Woo laughed.
He could tell what the source of that demonic energy was even without using the Authority of Insight. He had experienced it once before.
“... The power of Deicide.”
The power of Deicide, or god-killing powers, was fundamentally different from Deific Essence. If Deific Essence was influenced by one’s status as a god, then the power of Deicide existed only to kill those with Deific Essence. To add more detail, the power of Deicide was specialized for penetrating Deific Essence and annihilating it. Kang-Woo had made a weapon containing that power in the past.
‘I made Yeon-Joo chains using Behemoth’s horn.’
Cha Yeon-Joo had been able to injure Kang-Woo even before she became his incarnation, as long as she used the chains infused with the power of Deicide.
‘Since they can’t all be made an incarnation, they were given something that temporarily grants them the power of Deicide.’
If that was the case, it was not difficult to guess what that powder was.
“Poor Behemoth. Are his horns even intact at this point? No, if all these demons were provided with the powder, I guess they were repeatedly regrown and cut off?”
The pouch on each demon of the Despair Corps likely contained powder made of Behemoth’s horn.
“Amon, you thorough son of a bitch.” Updated chapters on
Kang-Woo had already thought of the possibility that Amon was controlling Behemoth since Behemoth looked as if he were being controlled by someone back when Kang-Woo and his party saw him in the satellite world. Amon's use of the power of Deicide infused in Behemoth’s horns had been within Kang-Woo’s expectations.
‘But I never thought he would make performance-enhancing drugs with them instead of weapons.’
Kang-Woo did not even know that ingesting the horn would temporarily grant the power of Deicide.
‘No, not just that.’
It was obvious just from seeing Arakyle’s subordinate that they had not only been granted the power of Deicide but their demonic energy and physical parameters had also risen exponentially as well. Although it was only temporary, it far surpassed Han Seol-Ah’s buffs.
‘But naturally...’
“He frantically ran away so that he could reach you, even ingesting Behemoth’s horn powder in the process.”
“...”
“A demon prioritizing loyalty over their desire... don’t you think it’s strange?”
“... own.”
“We are completed only by desire... hm? Did you say something?”
“Put him down.”
Kang-Woo moved his arm.
“...!”
He grabbed Doomguard’s head, which Arakyle was bouncing on his saw blade hand before Arakyle could even react.
“Kurgh.”
Arakyle stepped back in surprise. He had acquired power incomparable to his past self after becoming Bael’s incarnation, but he was unable to follow the Demon King’s movements just now.
“...”
Kang-Woo embraced Doomguard’s head and then slowly placed it on the ground. He reattached the head to where it had been cut off by Arakyle’s saw blade.
- Heh... hehe.
Doomguard’s laughter popped into Kang-Woo’s head.
‘He was an adorable son of a bitch.’
In terms of personality, he was similar to Kim Tae-Hyun, excluding the fact that he was aggressive to anyone but Kang-Woo.
- Hehe. I’m happy that... I managed to see you again... Cough! Before my last breath, my king.
‘Fucking idiot. You could have lived if you didn’t run to me.’
- I... I have something that I need to tell you... no matter what.
‘It was fucking useless information. I would’ve figured something out even if you didn’t tell me.’
- I would have... come to see you... sooner.
‘No fucking shit. You should’ve come to me as soon as you noticed Amon doing weird shit instead of confronting him.’
“...” Kang-Woo stood up after placing Doomguard’s head back on the ground. He then called, “Arakyle.”
“... Yes?”
Arakyle gestured to his soldiers to get ready to ingest the powder.
“I asked you why in the beginning, didn’t I?”
Kang-Woo slowly raised his head.
“I wasn’t asking why you killed Doomguard.”
His scleras dyed black.
“What I was asking was...”
His black irises dyed yellow.
“Why you forgot about me.”
His black pupils stretched horizontally.
“Betrayal? I can understand that. Let’s be honest, I completely understand why you would lick Bael’s feet if he would give you Deific Essence for free. But Arakyle, oh Arakyle. I feel you, but you shouldn’t have forgotten about me. You guys know me. You all fought alongside me and emerged victorious together.”
‘No matter how drunk you were on power... no matter how much time passed... no matter how foggy your memories have become...’
Split.
Wings made of black mucus sprouted, and from the mucus appeared mouths filled with sharp teeth. And...
“You should’ve at least remembered me.”
It marked the advent of the demon of demons, the predator of predators, the Hell of Hells... the Demon King.