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Darkness.
Bottomless darkness.
Just as Bokamo and Panisa's auras surged and they were about to attack Riezel, a darkness like this spread out from the magic circle above Riezel's head.
The essence of that darkness was shadow—a tide of pitch-black cursed energy that had already spread outward.
Riezel stood within that darkness, beneath the only magic circle that retained its original color, while an enormous figure rose from the shadow behind him.
It was humanoid in shape, with pale skin and a height of over three meters. Its upper body was bare, while its lower half was wrapped in loose black half-pants. Barefoot, it had a head with no eyes and four small wings on either side. A tail was attached to the back of its head, and a steel sword radiating alien power was fused to its right arm. It appeared behind Riezel just like that.
The magic circle that had originally floated above Riezel's head now appeared above this suddenly manifested Heteromorphic Divine General. At first glance, it resembled a deeply unsettling statue, but it seemed to come alive in an instant, radiating an overwhelming pressure.
That pressure was so heavy that it felt as though the sky had collapsed and was pressing down upon them, filled with terror, savagery, and brutality.
Under such pressure, even Bokamo and Panisa, who had been preparing to strike, stiffened involuntarily. Tremors rose in their hearts.
That was right.
Despite being Demon Lords of the Abyss—one among the strongest beneath the Ten Kings, ranked among the top few in the entire Abyss, and the other a cerebral type who was the only figure in the Abyss responsible for devising strategies—Bokamo and Panisa still began to tremble uncontrollably at this moment, instinctively fearing that Heteromorphic Divine General.
"What is that?"
"What is