Clatter
"Hmm?"
Pythor lifted his head, his sharp eyes darting left and right as the do trembled for the first ti. It was only now that he realized— there was no one inside except for the soldiers of the True Beginning Empire.
"Am I supposed to be afraid now?"
He scoffed, feeling that whatever plan this was was ridiculous, "You little boys think surrounding will make any difference? Ha! Don’t make laugh!"
Rumble Rumble
"...?!"
A creeping sense of danger began to take root in Pythor’s heart. The tremors weren’t stopping. In fact, they were growing stronger. The do shook violently, and large stones began to fall from above.
If Richard had been shocked by the power of the attacks outside, then how could Pythor not be?
After all, he knew exactly how powerful his own generals were, and this was NOT it.
Whatever was happening out there… wasn’t good.
Even the main cannons of the empire’s warships shouldn’t have been capable of causing disturbances like this.
Just then, sothing changed within him.
Flash Flash
Pythor’s entire body began to flicker with a strange glow, his energy crystal on his forehead shining violently.
"What… is happening?"
Rumble CRAAAACK!
The ground beneath the do shattered and erupted upward.
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Molten lava and scalding hot water surged from below, flooding the interior. The sealed do trapped the heat, causing the temperature inside to rise to unbearable levels.
"Aaagh—!"
"Help!!"
The soldiers of the demon army began screaming, desperately leaping onto any solid rock that hadn’t yet been lted.
But it was chaos.
Dozens of the weaker ones fell into the lava, their bodies disintegrating instantly. The wounded had no chance at all.
"We have to get out of here! OPEN THE DO!!"
Panic took over.
Sothing catastrophic was unfolding outside, sothing beyond comprehension.
Beneath their feet, the battlefield was destroyed, replaced with an inferno of boiling magma.
The air inside the do burned from the sheer heat, filling with thick, suffocating steam that not only blinded the warlords’ vision but also disrupted the demons’ soul sense.
In such a hostile environnt, even the demonic warriors, feared across the land, felt as though they had been cast into the depths of hell itself.
BZZZZT!
"Over here!!"
Spatial portals opened, shining with a blue luster inside the hellish atmosphere like a door toward heaven!
Such portals were a privilege only reserved for the empire’s elites.
With Caesar, Richard, Amon, and Sakaar missing from the battlefield, opening one had been an issue. Each of them possessed multiple teleportation arrays, but their absence had left their forces stranded.
Fortunately, so of the demon generals and Amon and Sakaar’s trusted aides still had their own arrays.
Finally, three glowing instant space portals flickered into existence at different locations.
The demons rushed toward them with everything they had, leaping into the swirling void as if their very lives depended on it.
"You!! Why are you running? Why are you running?!"
Pythor’s mind reeled in shock as he saw the demons flee like mad rabbits,
"Weren’t you the ones who trapped in here?!"
Flash Flash
"Hm?"
Pythor frowned.
The flickering light around his body suddenly intensified, rapidly growing brighter—until his entire form was engulfed in a blinding glow.
"What the—?!"
BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A colossal explosion from within Pythor ripped through the do, annihilating everything in its path.
Hulak’s devastating attacks had barely managed to push Pythor’s mist-like body back by a few ters before.
But this?
This explosion scattered him across the entire battlefield, his purple mist raining down like a violent storm— until his remains covered both the ground and the do itself.
Ssssssssss…
Ssssssssss…
The deadly purple mist began to corrode the do from the inside.
In re monts, it had already burned away half its thickness.
"Aaaaaghhh!!"
A horrific cry tore through the air.
Countless demonic warriors were caught in the mist.
It ate through their flesh, piercing through their bodies as they scread in agony—until their lifeless corpses collapsed on the molten ground.
Whoosh Whoosh
But the mist didn’t stay scattered for long.
Within two seconds, it gathered again— returning to the exact spot where Pythor had been standing.
His voice scread in rage as the mist swirled violently, "WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT HAPPENED JUST NOW?!"
Even though his body was transford, and the purple sun still shone above him, Pythor felt an unbearable pain— sothing that should not be happening.
His eyes widened in madness as he frantically scanned his surroundings, desperate to find out who had just attacked him.
He saw Hulak swimming through the lava, retreating into the distance.
Then, he turned his gaze toward his rival, Robin Burton.
Robin stood firm, gripping a spear tightly in his hands. His golden eyes shone with an intense light, his expression frozen in shock. But his attention was not on Pythor— instead, he stared straight at the do, as if he could see beyond it.
There was no doubt— he wasn’t the one who attacked.
"...What the hell is happening here?!!" Pythor finally exploded in rage.
If neither Hulak nor Robin Burton were responsible, then the attacker had to be one of Robin’s children or that damned Red Plague King.
He twisted his head in all directions, trying to locate them.
But he found all four of them gathered in just two locations.
The first was Richard, who was clutching Caesar in his arms, sobbing tears and blood uncontrollably.
The second was Sakaar, kneeling over Amon, his hands pressed against Amon’s chest.
Pythor imdiately realized that neither Richard nor Sakaar could have launched that attack.
But he didn’t care.
He just needed a target.
Sssssss…
With a violent burst, he shot forward like a mad beast, heading straight for Sakaar.
At that mont, Amon had already reverted to his normal form.
But his bones were shattered, his organs torn apart, and his body was drained of blood— leaving him unable to heal himself.
He had spent every last drop under Sakaar’s command to eliminate all enemy martial emperors in the western half of the do, leaving nothing for himself.
"You fool... why did you do that…?"
Sakaar gritted his teeth as he continued forcing his own blood into Amon’s body, desperately trying to keep him alive.
He had already expelled all the parasites from inside the do— but at what cost?
Sssssssssssss—!!!
"Hm?"
Sakaar’s head snapped up as he heard a burning sound approaching.
His spiritual sense locked onto it.
"Pythor!!"
His body tensed, and he instinctively took two steps back, still holding onto Amon.
"Step back! Your fight isn’t with !!" Pythor’s eyes blazed with fury.
"You were the one giving orders earlier!" he roared, his voice shaking the air, "Tell — What the hell did you do outside?! What the hell happened to ?!"
For so terrifying reason, Pythor could feel his power fading— draining away bit by bit.
That explosion… it wasn’t just an attack.
Sothing had changed inside him!
Sakaar staggered backward, panic gripping him.
He had no strength left to fight.
His body was broken, and even his own blood was now flowing inside Amon.
How could he survive this?
And more importantly—how could he answer a question when he himself had no idea what was happening?!
"HRAAAAAAHHH!!!" Pythor’s rage boiled over.
His mouth stretched wide, his monstrous jaw opening fully, ready to devour both Sakar and Amon in one bite if he didn’t get a satisfactory answer.
Just before he reached them—
SWOOOOOOOSH!
A pillar of energy shot past his face, forcing him to halt.
Then, he heard Robin’s voice behind him: "Didn’t he already tell you? Your fight isn’t with him."
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