Multiverse: Ragnarok's Beginning - The Hero King's Path

Some people were talking, casting envious glances at those using magic.

What's going on?

Looking toward the palace, it had transformed as if demonized, becoming a Demon Palace.

The incoming crowd quickly re-formed into several teams, each entering through different gates leading to the Demon Palace.

Following Elder Sister toward one of the gates, they then witnessed another shocking scene.

"Bael!"

In this vast room, Brunhilde saw another of his Demon Gods—one of the Supreme Four Pillars.

One of the esteemed Supreme Four Pillars had seemingly become a teacher, instructing humans on how to learn magic.

The rooms behind other gates were likely other Demon Gods giving lessons too.

Peering into the other rooms, it was truly absurd, and not all were teaching magic—some were imparting scientific knowledge far ahead of this era.

Then she spied into another room.

Hm? This room was sharing information about angels?

How to put it—modern humans take a biology class in school that details human structure, evolution, and such.

And now, this room was introducing the biological information of angels.

"For this type of angel, if you want to kill it, you must—"

The lesson even exposed the angels' weaknesses, teaching how to kill them?

This was insane. Goll listened, cold sweat pouring, biting her hand to keep from making a sound.

The secrets of angels being taught here were taboo—things even Valkyries shouldn't hear—and they were casually revealing them to humans?

Ahhh, she heard nothing.

Ah! W-wait, Elder Sister!

She hurried after Sister Brunhilde, who was heading for the next door.

"Mmph—!"

Walking side by side, Goll was suddenly yanked back from the doorway, her mouth covered, and Brunhilde, who did this, also had cold sweat trickling down her face.

At the end of the hall was King Solomon, but that wasn't the main point—several of his Demon Gods were also nearby, and she spotted Demon God Baal.

That wasn't an ordinary Demon God; he might sense them.

And though Goll couldn't clearly see the people in that room, she distinctly felt an oppressive aura emanating from within, as if a gathering of monsters was concentrated there.

Without lingering, Brunhilde led Goll away from this place to another area.

This was the Learning Zone. She'd just heard about a Practice Zone and Combat Zone—let's go check those out.

Arriving at a spacious area, the two stared in shock at the scene before them.

"Boom—!"

Right before their eyes, a group of demons was locked in fierce battle with a group of humans.

Overall, the demons were effortlessly crushing the human mages.

Of course, a few exceptional individuals appeared, seemingly fighting their demon opponents to a standstill.

"Th-this is training humans?"

Goll stared dazedly at the scene.

Human mages trained like this by demons, formed into an army—it was hard to imagine any country in the Human World could resist them. Conquering the world wouldn't be difficult, would it?

So, was King Solomon planning to conquer the world?

Was King Solomon intending to create a Magic Kingdom?

"Hehehehe, hahahaha...!"

Brunhilde laughed, her face twisting slightly.

She didn't think these people, cultivated with the help of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons, were meant to conquer the world—that would be a waste of their potential.

She had a thought she couldn't even believe herself: that Solomon's preparations seemed aimed at a war against the gods.

If King Solomon was preparing to oppose the gods, then the power to command the Demon Gods—was it still given by the gods?

Wasn't that shooting himself in the foot?

How did he make the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons submit?

She had to find the reason!

Rewind the historical footage—let her see the truth!!!

Chapter 026: Dominating the King of Hell

To summon a demon, one first needs to possess magic power.

So after learning about this world's Phenomenon Manipulation Arts—that is, magic—through [Revelation], Bai Yue, after repeated experiments, successfully gained magic power.

After familiarizing himself with the flow of magic, he began preparing the summoning ritual.

First, it took him several days to complete the Demon Summoning Array.

Next, he needed to activate the Demon Summoning Array with magic power, summoning the corresponding demon.

However, because he was human, his body's capacity could not compare to that of a god, so he couldn't inject enough power at once to activate the magic array.

Thus, he had to continuously pour in magic power until it was sufficient, with no interruption allowed—otherwise, he'd have to start over.

And if he couldn't stop, what would happen when his body's magic power ran out?

Excessive overdraw meant burning his life force.

Yet even burning through all his life force wouldn't be enough to activate this Demon Summoning Array.

So, naturally, he borrowed the power of the Cosmic Origin.

Though drawing on the Cosmic Origin's power seemed to grant him unlimited magic output, this was not a good thing.

If a human body borrowed too much, it would only be eroded and assimilated by that power.

"Finally, almost there."

After enduring a week, he was nearly done feeding this Demon Summoning Array.

The massive Demon Summoning Array before him was now glowing, emitting a hazy blue light.

He glanced sidelong at his hand pressed against the array; it was covered in twisted, chaotic mystical patterns and black spots, spreading from his palm up his arm, to his chest, and even a bit on one side of his face.

These were the signs of his overuse of the Cosmic Origin's power.

Suddenly, the light of the Demon Summoning Array shifted from blue to black-red, and this made him curl his lips into a smile—the magic power was fully charged.

At that moment, he sensed a faint connection; he felt Hell, and the Hell Passage was opening.

The space above the Demon Summoning Array twisted, forming a black spherical vortex, like a black hole.

The counterclockwise-spinning black hole suddenly stopped, then reversed, erupting with a violent gust of air.

With that, the Hell Passage was formally connected.

Then, the black hole shuddered once and began to twist unnaturally.

No, not twisting—more like deforming.

In the blink of an eye, a demon with four wings—no, a Fallen Angel with four black-feathered wings—appeared before him.

This Fallen Angel—Berial—was formerly a Power Angel, rumored to be the first angel created by God, who later fell to become one of the Seven Lords of Hell, the Sloth Demon Lord, and master of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons.

He was bowing his head, kneeling on one knee.

"My Lord, what are your orders?"

As the Great Demon King of Hell and master of the Seventy-Two Pillars of Demons, Berial lowered his proud head and even spoke with a reverent voice.

In this world, the only one who could make him so humble was his Lord.

In this world, the only one who could summon him with this Demon Summoning Array—no, enslave him—was his Lord.

But this Demon Summoning Array was essentially a Slave Summoning Array, so he had no choice but to obey that Lord unconditionally.

Whatever the Lord wanted him to do, he had to do.

So, what was the Lord summoning him for this time?

Hmm? Something's off!

The space around him had no trace of sacred energy; he didn't feel like he was in Heaven—rather, it felt like he was in the Earthly World.

With his head still lowered, he lifted his eyes, looking ahead, and saw a pair of legs. He sensed no divine aura from this figure, only the aura of a human.

Hmm? A somewhat unusual human aura.

He jerked his head up, and what met his eyes was indeed a human—not the Lord he had imagined.

Since it wasn't the Lord, this person had no right to make him kneel.

On the contrary, kneeling to a human for no reason was an insult to his dignity as the King of Hell.

Standing up, his height exceeded three meters, and he looked down at the human before him with a lofty gaze.

"Human, you—"

"Can you sit down? You're so tall; if I have to look up to talk, my neck will get sore."

In an instant, an irresistible force compelled Berial to sit down.

For a moment, Berial was stunned.

He had been ordered by a human?

Rage surged within him, and he was about to release his killing intent, to lash out, to grab at the human before him—but just as his hand was about to touch him, it was blocked as if by an invisible wall.

More precisely, a force was forbidding him from harming this human.

It was as if this human had become his master.

What's going on?

It seemed this human had used a summoning array targeting him to call him over from hell?

So upon realizing this, Berial revealed a stunned expression.

"That damned Lord, that scum, actually making me be driven by a human!!!"

Berial truly couldn't take it anymore, directly cursing out loud, not even bothering to conceal his murderous intent—its ferocity made the air itself tremble with a buzzing sound.

He had had enough!

"Say, can you calm down? Are you misunderstanding something?"

This human's unhurried attitude only made him glare with savage intensity.

"Misunderstanding? You're nothing but a mere human, by what right—"

"Shut up!"

Bound by the enforcement of the Demon Summoning Array, Berial really had no choice but to close his mouth.

"Berial, from the look of you, you really hate that Lord?"

"Hmph!"

"So then, how about cooperating?"

This human's proposal made the snorting Berial pause in slight shock.

"Cooperate on what?"

A mere human wanted to cooperate with him? Especially knowing the one he hated, he wanted to work together?

How ridiculous—was he trying to rebel with him?

"How about cooperating with me to kill a god?"

What did this human say? Did he hear that right? Kill a god?