"Good. Since he wants to absorb them so badly—"
"Then let him absorb his fill!!!"
"If he has the ability, let him absorb all of it!!!"
Two of the Supreme Four Pillars had no intention of stopping their assault. Instead, they were about to unleash an even greater barrage in one go, aiming directly at Beelzebub.
Following their lead, quite a few demons joined in and launched attacks as well.
"Stop!"
The High-God among the Four Pillars who noticed something was wrong tried to stop them, because he had seen Beelzebub's unsettling smile.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The world-destroying attacks piled together by nearly half of the demons crashed down upon Beelzebub and the densely packed monsters around him.
Boom—!
The terrifying, apocalyptic explosion seemed ready to shatter heaven and earth. The entire sandbox world wailed as though it might collapse at any moment.
The spectators watching outside began to panic as well.
They were truly worried that the sandbox divine artifact would fail to withstand it, allowing the explosion's force to burst out and blow the entire arena away.
A few particularly timid spectators had already covered their heads and crouched down defensively.
As the announcer, Heimdallr had not expected so many demons to suddenly increase their output so violently.
The combined explosive shockwave sent him flying far away. He slammed heavily into the ground, with half his body buried underground.
With such a terrifying blow, even some Main Gods might die if they were not careful.
How was Beelzebub, the King of Flies, doing?
"Hehehehehehe..."
A laugh that sounded almost insane came from Beelzebub's position.
Judging by how confident it sounded, he appeared to be fine.
At the same time, Heimdallr sensed an aura from that direction that sent a chill devouring his spine.
It was a power of darkness, so deep that it made his hair stand on end—as though it were darkness taken to its absolute extreme.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, a scene of severe devastation was revealed.
Yet what caught everyone's attention was not the ravaged and horribly deformed terrain, but a gigantic egg in front of Beelzebub?
Crack, crack, crack!
The eggshell cracked. Once the cracks spread to a certain point, it suddenly burst apart.
The being inside had forcibly broken free from the shell. It was a humanoid figure with two long horns growing from its head!
Sixth Heaven Demon King Pāpīyas!
The audience in the arena was extremely tense.
Beelzebub was usually not someone who smiled or spoke much. Seeing him laugh like a madman now made everyone uneasy.
Thus, they were even more anxious about what kind of monster would emerge from that enormous cracking egg.
It had better not be another even more horrifying and ugly monster. That would be pure torment for their minds.
The instant the eggshell shattered, black mist spread outward, as though a smoke grenade had gone off.
Within the black mist stood a silhouette even darker than the mist itself—a humanoid figure with strange twin horns on its head.
"What... is that?"
A startled voice came from a god who looked somewhat carefree.
The lollipop he had been biting fell from his mouth because he was too shocked to hold onto it.
"What is it, Shaka?"
The god beside him spoke this god's name.
Shaka was a Main God within the Buddhist mythological system.
For even someone like him to be so shocked, Beelzebub had clearly created something truly extraordinary this time.
"That guy really has made something terrifying!!!"
Shaka spoke in a somewhat low voice, his expression becoming increasingly grave.
One of his abilities was called True Enlightenment Alaya-Vijnana, which allowed him to perceive the movements of souls.
For example, when someone wanted to do something—say, drink water because they were thirsty—their consciousness would act before their body did.
Shaka's ability captured those points of light from consciousness, allowing him to use Future Sight to see the opponent's next move.
Yet the thing Beelzebub had created had not even the slightest point of light on it.
Even someone like Zeus could not completely see through the future, but he could still see the points of light within souls. They were merely blurry, making it impossible to clearly discern future actions.
But this thing had no points of light whatsoever, as though it possessed no consciousness. There was no way to determine the possibilities of its actions.
In other words, was that thing dead?
No. It clearly looked alive. That meant it had consciousness, regardless of how great or small that consciousness might be.
Yet no points of light could be captured. This meant that its soul was darkness at its absolute extreme—pure darkness.
He had seen the darkest demons before, yet even they possessed the faintest traces of light.
This thing had none. That meant it was exceptionally dangerous, exceptionally bad.
Beelzebub truly had created an incredible monster.
As the mist dispersed, the figure was finally revealed completely. It looked human on the surface, but only on the surface.
Shaka's pupils suddenly contracted, and cold sweat trickled down his face.
Because as the mist behind Beelzebub cleared, there were more than a dozen eggs behind him. Those eggs were also cracking open, and identical monsters emerged from them.
"W-who are they, Sister?"
Goll of the Valkyries asked in a trembling voice.
The identical humanoid figures emerging from the eggs, each with what looked like bull horns, made goosebumps rise all over her body. She could not help shuddering.
There were thirteen in total!
For certain pantheons, that was an ominous number.
"I don't know either!"
Brunhilde answered, her expression equally solemn.
From those figures, she sensed an unprecedented darkness.
The darkness surrounding them seemed to make even sunlight afraid to touch it, and clouds covered the sky as a result.
In the blink of an eye, the entire sky turned pitch-black, as though darkness were about to swallow the whole Heavenly Realm.
She also glanced at the Main Gods. Every one of them had a grave expression, which was enough to prove how terrifying those things were.
Thus, Brunhilde became nervous as well.
"..."
The people on Heaven's side looked even worse in response to this situation.
The Vice-Lord in particular wore an especially gloomy expression.
"What exactly are those things? Are they gods too?"
Ares, God of War, felt his scalp tingle as he stared at them.
Though Beelzebub was considered a demon by many, he could ultimately still be regarded as a god. But those things before them did not look like gods at all.
Of course, they could not possibly be humans either.
They were completely unknown beings beyond his understanding.
Monsters that stirred an intense instinctive rejection within him as a god.
They felt like natural enemies—natural enemies even more like natural enemies than the demons of Hell.
"He really has researched something incredible."
Loki clicked his tongue.
This was also the first time he had felt that something absolutely must not be allowed to exist.
So what exactly were those things?
They were not grotesque, misshapen monsters, but possessed human faces?
Did that mean they might have existed before?
So Beelzebub had obtained a part of them and cloned them!
"Those are the berserkers of the underworld from legend."
That sudden interjection made Ares and Loki freeze.
When he turned around, Ares immediately stood ramrod straight, like a soldier who had encountered his superior.
"Y-you came?"
Ares stammered.
The handsome man before him was a powerful figure in Greek Mythology. Compared to Lord Zeus, Ares feared this man even more.
"L-Lord Hades, please sit."
Ares immediately gave up his throne and respectfully offered it to him.
"Beelzebub suddenly entered the arena, after all. It made me curious."
After sitting down, Hades watched Beelzebub on the arena floor expressionlessly. Beelzebub was one of the few people Hades could acknowledge, and the staff in his hand had been a gift from Hades long ago.
"Lord Hades, you said those things were berserkers of the underworld?"
Loki was deeply concerned about what Hades had just said.
"Yes. They are ancient berserkers recorded in the legends of the underworld. It is said that when the purest white light and the purest black shadow meet, the horn of the underworld shall awaken, and eternal darkness shall be born. Its name is—the Sixth Heaven Demon King Pāpīyas!"
As Hades said this, his expression grew slightly heavier.
He knew that Beelzebub had always been conducting certain experiments, searching for things from ancient legends to create them and have them kill him.
But he had not expected Beelzebub to suddenly appear as a representative of the gods on the stage of Ragnarok, much less successfully revive this thing.
No, not revive it—clone it.
Cloning one would have been one thing, but he had made so many?
That was excessive.
Furthermore, one thing concerned Hades: where had Beelzebub obtained enough resources to carry out so many demon creature modifications?
Was someone trying to use Beelzebub to achieve some purpose?
Was it Odin?
Suddenly, accompanied by a strange roar, an astonishing scene unfolded in the sandbox world, leaving everyone stunned.
Overwhelming! The Seventy-two Pillars of Demons Were Destroyed
With Beelzebub's interpersonal relationships—where almost no one paid attention to him—it would have been impossible for him to personally create such a vast demon army through modification all by himself.
In other words, for him to possess so many modified demons, someone must have provided massive amounts of resources behind the scenes.
Such immense resources and the demon army created from them were originally meant to be used when that moment arrived.
But Beelzebub had unexpectedly used them now.
Using them was one thing. Using a small portion would not have been a problem, but he had brought out nearly all of them and allowed the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons to deal with them. That truly infuriated him as their sponsor.
However, something beyond the sponsor's expectations had occurred.
Beelzebub had used them to nurture something highly unexpected. Though there were only thirteen of them, the pressure they brought far surpassed that demon army.
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