The Ultimate Darkness Hatches from the Giant Egg

For example, this straight space you were advancing through appeared straight ahead when you stepped into it.

But now, Solomon had twisted and bent this stretch of straight space. Those within it would not notice the curvature and would still think it was straight.

Simply put, the Earth is round, and the ground is not flat, but from a human's perspective, the ground appears flat.

Besides those changes, there was another one. When he had jumped backward earlier, shouldn't he have widened the distance between himself and Solomon?

Why had he still landed in the same place?

That was because he had already entered the space altered by Solomon. The interior of that space had been infinitely extended, then shrunk back to its original size when he landed.

It was like running on a treadmill, always staying in the same spot.

As for why attacking Solomon had sent him flying, the vibrations he released had been bent back by the curved space and returned to attack himself.

Just like a rebound.

So when had Lord King Solomon cast this magic?

It should have been when he released his magical power, activating this magic at the same time.

And how large was its range?

After closing his eyes and carefully sensing the minute changes in space, Beelzebub determined that it was not large—only a ten-meter radius centered on Lord King Solomon.

Then how was he supposed to attack?

Being able to alter the direction of space itself made it seem impossible to solve.

But it was not unsolvable. As long as he could exceed the magical power output Lord King Solomon used to construct this spell, he could forcibly destroy it.

However, Beelzebub would not launch another reckless sneak attack. The instant he attacked, although his own vibrations had rebounded against him, the waves generated by those vibrations had swept around Solomon, allowing him to discover something that made cold sweat run down his back.

Countless Magic Arrays had been constructed around Lord King Solomon. They were invisible to the naked eye, and he had only sensed them through the faint currents of magical power in the air.

Those densely packed Magic Arrays were like a dangerous zone filled with landmines. One careless step inside, and he would be blown to pieces.

No, he had already stepped on a landmine just now. Lord King Solomon had merely reflected his attack and had not activated the vast number of spells.

"Are you looking down on me?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Beelzebub's eyes grew even darker.

With a wave of his hand, countless summoning circles appeared. A great number of modified monsters from his experimental base were summoned and ferociously charged toward Lord King Solomon.

But this time, the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons had reacted in advance and did not let a single one pass them.

"King of Flies Beelzebub has summoned a massive number of modified demons again. Is he planning to use swarm tactics?"

Heimdallr clicked his tongue as he spoke.

Beelzebub's summons seemed endless, with an unceasing stream of modified monsters lunging forward to kill.

So he intended to use sheer numbers to wear them down?

Still, there were far too many of them.

What exactly had this guy intended to do by creating so many monsters?

Was he planning to start some kind of war?

At any rate, many gods had raised Beelzebub's danger rating even further from this point onward.

"Hmm? This is...!"

Heimdallr suddenly noticed something and could not help widening his eyes.

The demons that had been killed were reviving.

No, to be precise, their chunks of flesh were fusing and transforming into new monsters.

The creatures Beelzebub created had already been chaotic Chimera-like abominations. Now, they had become even more scalp-numbing.

These new monsters were indeed stronger than before, but they could not withstand more than a few moves from the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons before being torn apart once again.

Realizing that leaving behind corpses would allow the monsters to fuse and regenerate, the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons stopped relying on simple brute force and began using various abilities to thoroughly destroy their bodies.

"How many of these things did this guy make?!"

"Damn it, they never end!"

"This space is too small!"

The space being too small referred to the arena platform.

For a simple one-on-one fight, this arena platform was more than spacious enough.

But with the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons on one side and an apparently endless army of monsters on the other, the platform had become crowded, making it harder for the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons to move freely.

In that case, something was thrown from Demon God Baal's hand.

The next instant, the arena vanished, replaced by a vast wilderness.

Wouldn't that be against the rules?

No, it was not against the rules. They were still on the arena platform; they had merely been transferred into a sandbox placed upon it.

They appeared to have shrunk countless times within this sandbox.

This sandbox was a divine artifact, and King Solomon, while he was still alive, had helped create it. It had shown them that this human king's wisdom was beyond imagination, leaving them with no choice but to look up at him.

It was like a high-powered weapon. King Solomon had designed it, while they themselves had been responsible for forging and constructing it afterward.

Within this divine artifact, the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons' abilities would be enhanced. Naturally, their energy consumption would also increase considerably.

Furthermore, targets they recognized as enemies would have their power suppressed by half within this sandbox world.

Now that the space had expanded, they could finally move freely and give Beelzebub a proper beating.

"This truly is an unexpected development."

The host, Heimdallr, had also been brought into this world. After learning the truth, he clicked his tongue again.

The slaughter that followed could only be described as a war between Hells, and the scenes were exceedingly bloody.

The situation also became unfavorable for Beelzebub. His vibrations could not block every attack from the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons.

If not for the vast monster army holding back part of their forces, he definitely would not have been able to endure.

"What is this supposed to be?"

"This is really infuriating!!"

Some spectators among the gods ground their teeth in anger. Lord King Solomon was the only one left outside the arena; he had even summoned a table and chairs and was leisurely enjoying tea and snacks.

So was he simply too confident?

Or did he disdain handling Beelzebub personally?

What the gods did not know was that he was deliberately buying time.

If the Battle of Ragnarok ended too quickly, wouldn't the shadows hiding in the dark have too little time to act and be unable to fully emerge?

That was why he was in no hurry.

Moreover, this would help consume Beelzebub's large number of modified monsters.

Otherwise, if the creator of those things was dealt with first and the mastermind behind the scenes took them over, wouldn't they be used to cause chaos?

It was better to let Beelzebub exhaust them all here.

Of course, he had also noticed that Beelzebub had some kind of objective.

More importantly, the sixth sense granted to him through Revelation told him that if he followed his own thoughts, this duel would achieve the best possible outcome.

Extreme Darkness Hatches from the Giant Egg

Although the sandbox was huge, nearly occupying half the arena.

The figures inside had shrunk so much that watching the sandbox directly gave the audience the feeling of looking at a miniature kingdom.

However, because Heimdallr projected it into the sky like a holographic broadcast, they could clearly see the ferocity and brutality of both sides' slaughter.

What lay before them was a war, a mythological war on a scale unseen in thousands upon thousands of years.

This bloody and horrifying sight caused many divine factions to begin reflecting on themselves.

Although the gods occasionally had conflicts, large-scale wars had nearly vanished and would never happen again. But had their side become too lax?

The legions under their pantheons had not trained properly for a long time and had become completely undisciplined.

If they were suddenly invaded and caught off guard by a surprise attack one day, who knew what would happen?

Once the Battle of Ragnarok ended, they would immediately restore the old training and vigilance at their home bases.

No, they would act now. Some especially anxious gods were genuinely worried. At a time like this, while the Final Battle between Humanity and Gods was underway, their defenses were at their weakest. They should immediately make those back home stay on high alert and not let their guard down.

"Uh, Lord King Solomon really is something else."

Goll felt rather speechless.

This was clearly the Final Battle between Humanity and Gods, a battle concerning humanity's survival or extinction. It should have been a brutal slaughter.

Yet this king was so leisurely and utterly composed, more like he had come to sightsee.

Ah, the brutal slaughter was indeed happening. It was just that the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons were fighting the other side while he remained idle.

And such a situation generally meant that humanity's side held the upper hand.

At a time like this, Lord King Solomon should have joined in and attacked while the advantage was his, securing victory in this battle.

What was with this negligence? Was he truly that confident in himself?

Goll was genuinely a little worried that something unexpected might happen.

She glanced at her older sister beside her from the corner of her eye. Brunhilde's expression showed no joy either, only a faint trace of concern.

"What exactly is he thinking?"

Brunhilde could not help biting her thumb, unable to understand Lord King Solomon's actions.

Was this arrogance?

Was this underestimating his enemy?

Looking at Beelzebub in the sandbox world, although his situation was gradually worsening, his expression remained as calm as ever, making Brunhilde uneasy.

Beelzebub should be hiding some trump card.

Correction—not should. He definitely had some sort of trump card.

So far, he had merely summoned a great number of modified creatures to fight in his place, while he himself had mainly been defending.

One had to know that Beelzebub was known as the man cursed by Satan. Anyone connected to him would have their heart devoured.

Moreover, he had once killed an ancient monster from Hell so powerful that even Main Gods had to take it seriously.

Simply put, Beelzebub clearly had not yet seriously used his power. It was as if he were plotting something.

Could Lord King Solomon have seen through all of this?

Right, this king seemed capable of seeing the future. Perhaps he had truly foreseen something, which was why he was not in a hurry.

Hmm? Beelzebub, who had maintained a poker face the entire time on screen, finally curled his lips slightly and revealed a faint smile.

This made Brunhilde tense up. It seemed the situation was about to undergo a sudden change.

Sandbox world.

"Stop! Don't use pure energy attacks!"

Suddenly, one of the Supreme Four Pillars of Demons immediately shouted for everyone to stop doing that.

He had discovered a serious problem.

Part of the energy they released was not naturally dissipating after their techniques ended. Something was absorbing it.

Not only their energy, but even some of the monsters that had been killed were being absorbed.

The flow was heading toward Beelzebub. Was this guy trying to devour their power to strengthen himself?

That did not seem strange, considering he represented the Sin of Gluttony among the Seven Deadly Sins.

So he immediately reported the situation to the others.

Yet some of them did the exact opposite!