The sound of explosions and screams shook the sky, blood covered the stones, and corpses piled up.
Hades × Fenikeros vs Asmodeus
Hades' chains lunged again, twisting like iron snakes, gripping Asmodeus' neck to pin him to the ground. At the same moment, Fenikeros rose from the ground, flames devouring his wings.
Hades (mocking as he tightened the chains):
"Feeling suffocated yet, King of Demons?"
Asmodeus laughed, black blood dripping from his mouth:
"Hahaha… I will not fall before the likes of you, and this world will gasp its final breath."
Fenikeros leapt high, his flaming sword piercing Asmodeus' chest, but the latter opened his jaws, unleashing a massive wind roar that sent Fenikeros' body flying to an unknown location.
Asmodeus: "The chicken has fallen." Then he turned to Hades and said: "You're next."
Alithia, Draghmor, and Valkoris vs Ashura
Ashura still stood, his body torn, but his insane smile only widened. Alithia, panting heavily, wiped the blood from her mouth and lifted her spear again. Draghmor, with half his chest covered in blood, spread his wings once more. Valkoris dragged his sword despite a broken arm.
Ashura (laughing maniacally):
"Three against one… yet you fall! What nonsense!"
Alithia (angrily, rushing forward):
"You won't escape… scoundrel, even if we all die here!"
They launched three consecutive attacks—spear thrust, sword strike, and a fiery wing blaze. Blood erupted from Ashura's body, yet he drove his claws into Draghmor's abdomen, severed Valkoris' shoulder with one of his blades, then kicked Alithia against a stone wall.
Elsewhere
Belezbub devoured more souls, his body swelling.
Vircolak, his face covered in blood:
"Scoundrel, it's time I tasted some of your blood."
He attacked simultaneously with Volker and Tarok, but Belezbub threw them all aside with a single strike. Vircolak avoided the blow, soaring into the sky.
He raised his hand high, bit his wrist until blood flowed, and shaped it into a massive bloody spear. His eyes blazed as he hurled it toward Belezbub.
Vircolak (angrily):
"Whisper of Death—Blood Spear!"
The spear pierced Belezbub's shoulder, pinning him to the ground. His scream echoed in agony.
Belezbub in pain:
"This hurts, this hurts, this hurts!"
At the same time, Tarok surged forward, raising his massive axe with all his strength, releasing a wave of energy:
Tarok: "Roar of the Axe!"
The axe struck a massive blow, splitting Belezbub's side, and black blood exploded everywhere.
Belezbub: "Aaaaaagh!"
Before he could catch his breath, Volker appeared from the front, his claws shimmering with deadly sparks, shouting:
"Tear the Moon!"
He slashed Belezbub's chest with cutting lines, creating four deep wounds that forced him to retreat.
The three attacked together—the spear pierced and pinned, the axe split, and the claws shredded—until Belezbub's screams echoed, his body exploding with black blood amidst the violent shock that shook the battlefield.
The soldiers shouted as if they had won the war:
"Waaah!"
Despite the deep wounds, Belezbub laughed, his voice shaking the place:
"Do you think you've won? Hahaha! One like me will not be defeated so easily!"
Suddenly, he extended his hand, grabbing Tarok's entire body amidst a terrifying scream, then devoured him alive.
Vircolak (eyes wide with shock):
"Orc Leader!!!"
Rage exploded within him, his body trembling, wings sprouting from his back, until he transformed into a massive black demonic bat, his eyes glowing crimson, fangs extending like swords.
Vircolak (deep, thunderous voice):
"You have committed your final sin… filth!"
Faster than the eye could see, he lunged, his jaws clamping onto Belezbub's body, biting with savage force. Belezbub's scream tore through the sky as he desperately tried to pry Vircolak's jaws away.
Tarok's son, fighting alongside the other Orc warriors, shouted, tears and rage filling his eyes:
"!!! The old maaaaan!!!"
He ran madly toward Belezbub, but the Orc leaders grabbed him to prevent certain suicide:
"Stop!! Do not approach!!"
Tears streamed down his face as he cried desperately:
"I swore I would fight by your side… how can you leave me now?!!"
At that moment, Vircolak smirked mockingly:
"Glutton, this will be your worst feeling—you will be eaten."
The ground shook with the sound of Vircolak's fangs crushing inside Belezbub's body. Half of Belezbub's body tore apart in a bloody explosion.
Belezbub screaming:
"Gaaaah… I cannot be… eaten by all of you…"
Soldiers of all races (Orcs, Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Birds) froze in place, their faces filled with shock and terror.
An Elf warrior placed her hand over her mouth, trembling:
"…What… is this?!"
The Dwarf leader struck his foe's chest with his fist, his voice hoarse:
"Great Tarok… we will never forget your sacrifice!"
Volker stood, blood dripping from his claws, staring at Belezbub's mangled body. Then he lifted his head to Vircolak, now transformed, whispering in a deep voice:
"We lost a leader… but we won this battle."
Tarok's son fell to his knees, shouting from the depths of his heart:
"I swear… I will ensure we win this war!!!"
Vircolak turned his massive demonic body toward him for a moment, his crimson eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and rage.
After Belezbub's fall
The echo of his final scream faded into the sky. Black blood poured like rain, covering the ground and mixing with the warriors' blood. Everyone realized that one of the Seven Hell Generals had truly fallen.
Vircolak and the Orcs
Vircolak raised his head from Belezbub's mangled body, fangs dripping darkness, his voice roaring like a beast:
"Your fall… is the beginning of your end!"
Tarok's son clenched the ground, tears streaming from his eyes:
"…The old man died standing as a hero… I swear I will wield your axe and continue your path!"
All the Orcs struck their chests, shouting his name:
"Tarok!!! Tarok!!!" The chant rose like a storm of fury, boosting the army's morale despite the loss.
Hades × Asmodeus
Asmodeus (mocking):
"What a shame… a demon general falls at the hands of a worthless vampire."
Hades tightened his chains and laughed:
"Hahaha! Don't worry… you're next."
Rage burned in Asmodeus' eyes, his torn body glowing with darker, denser power.
Morlock × Oungan × Poseidon
Morlock (deep voice, clenching his fist):
"Rest in peace, Belezbub… your blood will not be wasted."
(His anger was obvious, but he hid it behind royal composure.)
Oungan (laughing madly):
"Khehehehe! I never thought that fat pig would fall so quickly!"
Poseidon (narrowing his eyes, raising his trident):
"Stop laughing, madman… let's finish this old man first, then mock as you wish."
Morlock (angrily):
"How dare you mock a comrade? I will move."
Narrator:
The Gluttony General has fallen, taking the Orc King with him, both balanced—who will fall next?