Chapter 085: The True Form of the Tentacles Summoned by King Solomon...
Octopus tentacles typically have suckers, but these tentacle-like appendages had rows of glowing red eyes where the suckers should be.
Those eyes were identical to the ones on King Solomon's chest after he transformed into the Demon God King.
In other words, these massive tentacles had been summoned by King Solomon.
Since they burst forth from beneath the arena, it meant the creature lurked underground.
And if the tentacles were this enormous, the main body must be terrifyingly large—likely comparable in size to the entire coliseum.
It could easily be as big as a small town.
Boom!
With a deafening rumble, four more tentacles erupted from the edges of the arena, further sealing and suppressing the black sphere's expansion.
"Please, hold on! No—you have to win! Crush it down!!!"
Göll cheered.
Normally, she was terrified of tentacled monsters and would never root for such a thing.
But now, this creature was saving everyone—of course she had to cheer for it.
Well, she wasn't the only one. Countless humans, and even some gods, were also cheering.
No one wanted to die, and now they all shared a common enemy—Satan.
That said, there was something particularly unsettling about these tentacles.
It wasn't just their appearance—it was their structure.
The black sphere seemed to absorb all light, making it impossible to clearly see the tentacles' surface.
Ah, right—where was Satan? Inside the black sphere?
Suddenly, some people noticed the eyes on several nearby tentacles locking onto a specific area.
A flash of red light!
His body was battered, though not from laser attacks—likely side effects of unleashing that forbidden technique.
It seemed he was trying to sever the tentacles, to unleash [False God—Chaos].
Abruptly, the pupil of the single eye on his chest shrank to a needle's point, and he immediately retreated a great distance.
Boom—!
Another deafening explosion, accompanied by the agonized cries of many gods.
The deafening roar came from behind Satan, from the audience stands. Something burst forth from beneath the seats, piercing through his back before he could react, emerging from his chest in a single, brutal strike.
It was a sharp pillar.
No—it was also a tentacle, only now rigid and straight, making it appear like a spear.
The moment Satan was impaled, the eyes scattered across the other tentacles flickered to life.
Countless laser-like beams converged densely upon Satan, their immense radiance dyeing half the coliseum crimson.
On the other side of the arena, blocked from view by the black sphere, the spectators had no idea what was happening. Panic and unease spread among them.
When the barrage ended, those who had witnessed the spectacle watched with bated breath, a mix of tension and hope in their gazes. Surely, Satan was dead now?
If so, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But then, a chilling thought occurred to some.
If Satan was truly gone, what would become of King Solomon, who now controlled this monstrous abomination like some demonic overlord?
Would the dragon slayer himself become the dragon?
It wasn't an impossible outcome—especially given Solomon's current form. To any outsider, he would undoubtedly appear as a malevolent force bent on annihilation.
"Solomon! The humiliation I suffered today—I will repay it a hundred million times over!"
Suddenly, Satan's voice rang out, dripping with murderous fury, his words gnashed between clenched teeth.
Yet the voice was strange—as if countless mouths had spoken in unison, layered with echoes that seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its true source.
As the voices faded, everyone heard another sound—the buzzing of flies, a vast swarm of them.
"Look—!"
"What's that—?"
"Are they trying to escape?"
A dark mass could be seen flying toward the exit of the arena.
That dark mass was the same horned, mouthed, and tailed insect-like creatures from before, except now, they had wings.
These things were spreading outward from the arena at an alarming speed.
"Hades, you know what the Underworld's Taboo No. 13 is, don't you? And Beelzebub is also known as—the Demon Who Brings Disease. So, guess what I'm about to do next?"
Satan's words caused Hades' expression to darken instantly.
The so-called Underworld's Taboo No. 13 was a special cursed virus. Once infected, victims would turn into berserkers—monsters that slaughtered mindlessly.
Combined with Beelzebub's unique abilities, if this virus spread on a large scale, the infected areas would become worse than hell itself.
The worst part was that before the madness set in, there was no way to tell if someone was infected.
But by the time they went berserk, they would have already spread the infection far and wide.
Damn it!
Those countless flying insects—they were all carriers of the virus, weren't they?
Just how many of them were there?
"Blame King Solomon for this. He's the one who pushed me to this point."
Even now, he shamelessly shifted the blame onto King Solomon.
But if that hellish scenario truly unfolded, people would indeed blame King Solomon—and humanity itself would become an enemy in their eyes.
"Well then, until next time, King!"
With a cheerful tone, Satan commanded all the seeds of Papiyas to spread the virus, dispersing it beyond the arena.
They would infect those who hadn't come to witness the event in person.
Just one infection would be enough to wreak havoc in the heavens.
So, he was going all out, accelerating the spread of Satan's seeds in every direction.
However, when they flew past the arena's ceiling into the outside world, he froze.
The world beyond the arena was nothing like what he knew. Instead, he saw massive tentacles surrounding them on all sides.
Had the arena been dragged into another dimension at some point?
His gaze refocused on the enormous tentacles, and upon seeing their surface clearly, he gasped.
A chill ran down his spine.
Truthfully, he should have noticed it sooner.
But back then, every second had been a desperate fight for survival—no time to ponder what those tentacle-like things really were.
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