The Demon King Who Was One-Shot

Lana's mouth fell open as she looked at Yota as though he were a god.

Of course, given Yota's strength, the gods of this world truly were no match for him. Even if they dragged out that Creator God, Yota figured he could fight him on equal terms, perhaps even with better odds of winning than losing.

After all, this was a Creator God who had created a world at the cost of himself. And while the world he had created was not weak, it was truly far too small compared to those universe-scale worlds.

"Who was it? Who on earth was it?" At that moment, an enraged roar erupted from the massive dungeon. Then the Queen of Anguish and Suffering, Andariel, emerged—a gigantic woman with several spider-like limbs growing from her back.

However, the moment she pushed open the dungeon gates, the direct sunlight left Andariel somewhat dazzled. The storm Yota had blown out had not merely swept away the monastery; it had also completely dispersed the dark clouds overhead, revealing sunlight with a faint warmth to it.

By the time Andariel recovered, she saw the bare land surrounding her and finally came to her senses.

Then, without a word, the Queen of Anguish and Suffering shrank back into the dungeon and shut the iron gates again~

Yota: Σ(дlll)

You were a demon! Did you really need to be this cautious?

If anyone had asked Lana that question, she would have vigorously nodded and declared it absolutely necessary. Demons were not idiots. When they saw an opponent they clearly could not defeat, were they supposed to charge in headfirst anyway?

At the very least, every demon in the Diablo world was cunning, treacherous, and ruthless toward the weak while fearing the strong. They only got more sinister—none of them