A massive wave of phantoms surged from the distance. Before Aiagos, the shadow kept expanding, gradually taking shape, until it solidified into a colossal entity.
In an instant, a red giant, a hundred meters tall, appeared before him!
"This… what a terrifying aura!"
Even Radamandis felt an overwhelming coercion pressing down on his left and right hands at that moment!
It wasn't the red giant itself that could crush Balendain and Xilu Feidu—it was the hellish law-infused power radiating from it!
Even Aiagos felt the pressure of its will.
But at that very moment…
"Snort!"
A cold, piercing snort echoed from afar.
Aaron, still in training, suddenly sensed a coercion enveloping him—his original will immediately resonating with it. In that instant, a force stirred.
From the source, a wave of power belonging to Pluto spread outward, and the hellish coercion shrouding Aiagos and the others dissipated instantly.
"It's Lord Hades…"
As the oppressive aura vanished, the giant before them finally revealed itself.
Flaming red skin. Razor-sharp claws. A demon's tail, arrow-like and unmistakable.
Hateful runes seeped from every exposed inch of his skin.
In his hand, he gripped a massive black blade.
Those enormous eyes locked on the Pluto army below, unblinking.
And then, he bared his long yellow tusks.
"Hades' forces?"
Before them stood the supreme demon of Hell: Mephisto.
"Master Hades' army, Mephisto. You dare encroach upon my underworld territory? Today, on Hades' behalf, I come to claim your existence!"
"Hahahaha! Claim my existence?"
Mephisto bristled with rage.
"Human, do you think you are the Sorcerer Supreme? That you possess the Infinity Gems? Heed my advice—leave now and call your master. Perhaps I might spare your lives."
"Spare our lives?"
Like the previous Duke of Horses, Mephisto coveted the power these underworld warriors wielded.
In Hell, strength is respect.
Only a true lord could dominate the underworld and command the future of Hell itself.
Mephisto sought this power—to crush rival demons and claim the title of true Hell Satan.
In Hell, a lord's name carried weight like God's name in Heaven. But unlike faith in God, the name of Satan was a temptation to every aspiring lord of Hell.
Yet Mephisto was not a brute; he was cunning, a rare intellect among Hell's denizens.
"You are not even worthy of your name," Aiagos said calmly.
"You and your followers will become trophies in the underworld army's countless holy wars. Now, lay down your weapons and surrender to the underworld…"
But Mephisto suddenly erupted in laughter.
"Do you think that after defeating Duke—the corrupt Heavenly Father—you can act freely in Hell?"
"This is Hell! This is my territory!"
In a single moment, Mephisto unleashed devastating magic.
From the endless yellow sands behind him, countless voices roared in unison.
Within the flames, flame demons crawled from the magma, and hellish dragons boiled from the craters.
"Aww!! Aww! Aww!!"
Aiagos narrowed his eyes but remained still.
He surveyed the demons in front of him. The warriors emerging here far surpassed the high-level demons that patrolled the borders of the Flame Hell. Some were even on the verge of ascending to the next level of power.
Especially the evil dragons flying overhead, each ridden by a dragon knight.
The flames of Hell seemed to burn the land itself.
"As expected of the strongest legion in the territory. Compared to the lower-tier demons before, this is far more formidable."
"Balendain, are you afraid?" Xilu Feidu asked, standing beside him.
Balendain smiled darkly, blood staining the corner of his mouth, which he licked casually.
"Tch. Afraid? Hardly. These monsters are far too weak."
Radamandis' hands hovered near the power of other Level God Fathers.
Even underworld fighters with the Seventh Sense could claim land in Hell, becoming Hell Lords themselves—high-tier existences.
Dicha Xing and Di Feixing, underworld fighters of the Disha Demon Star, had already reached Sixth Sense level.
Even unnamed magic stars possessed Sixth Sense or higher.
Supersonic speed. Sonic shockwaves. Among the underworld warriors, there were clear tiers of power.
"Lord Aiagos?"
At the question, Aiagos nodded slowly.
Without a word, Balendain's body shot skyward.
The desire to survive manifested in his hands. With the overwhelming Seventh Sense microcosm, a vast shockwave swept through the area.
The unfortunate demons had no time to react before being obliterated, torn apart by the microcosmic shockwave.
On the other side, Xilu Feidu was equally formidable.
His condensed energy formed wings of destruction, tearing through space itself. Evil dragons, knights, and others were blasted into the Otherworld, scattered to dust by the disruption of space.
To Aiagos, Xilu Feidu and Balendain seemed like mere giants.
Yet to the hell demons, these were near-impossible bosses, supported by the ground troops using boulders, shockwaves, earthquakes, and sound attacks.
In this battle, the odds were heavily stacked against Hell's forces.
Aiagos rose slowly.
His gaze fixed on the massive demon army. The lotus-shaped microcosm around his body blazed to life.
"It is my privilege to soar through the skies—ants cannot comprehend the magnificence and beauty above…"
"Your opponent is Garuda, Aiagos of the Pluto Army Tianxiong!"
"King of Hell, let me see how powerful you truly are!"
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