Omnibus Anime: The End Begins with Playing the Hero King

"You hid this too? Did you think what was given was so easy to take?"

The sponsor wasn't worried that these thirteen were completely controlled by Beelzebub. Regardless of whether Beelzebub was willing to hand them over in the end, they would still belong to him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at another person in the projection – Solomon.

This guy was truly unexpected.

A mere human had developed magic and directly accessed the source of all creation.

This was beyond mere intelligence; he truly wanted to study his mind, his soul.

Perhaps, it wasn't impossible to have such an opportunity.

Silence—!

The spectators in the arena fell silent for a moment, all staring at the scene before them in shock.

The Seventy-two Pillars of Demons, which had been ravaging Beelzebub's side, were now on the receiving end, being ravaged by the thirteen Sixth Heaven Demon Kings named Pāpīyas on the opposing side.

The reason the audience knew this entity was called the Sixth Heaven Demon King was because it had announced its own name.

And at the beginning, it had even tried to resist their master, Beelzebub—attempting to kill its master—but suddenly its body stiffened, unable to move.

The reason for this was clearly that Beelzebub had done something to them, forcing them to obey his commands and attack the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons.

And their power immediately stunned everyone.

The weaker Demon Gods couldn't last more than three or four moves.

The stronger Demon Gods lasted about ten moves.

As for the Supreme Four Pillars, with the number one ranked Demon God, Baal, he held on for nearly a hundred moves before—

"Pfft—!"

The sharp blade in Demon King Pāpīyas's hand pierced through his defense and stabbed into his chest.

The moment the blade was withdrawn, it was seen that barbs had appeared on the tip, hooking out his heart.

When it was inserted, there were no barbs. The reason it could do this was that Demon King Pāpīyas could freely change a part of its body, allowing bone swords to sprout from its backhand, or transforming into blades, axes, and other weapons.

And the so-called nearly a hundred moves, while seemingly many and taking a considerable amount of time, in the eyes of ordinary humans, it was only a few breaths.

Therefore, the weaker Demon Gods seemed to be instantly killed in the eyes of humans.

Thus, the defeat of the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons exceeded everyone's imagination.

Not only humans, but even the gods were astonished.

After all, some Sovereign Gods might not even be a match for the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons, yet they were so overwhelmingly defeated?

Thinking of this, the divine spectators felt their scalps tingle.

What had Beelzebub created? This thing had also tried to kill its master at the beginning. If it ever lost control, it was unimaginable.

"So boring."

"So boring."

"So boring..."

A series of repeated voices came from the thirteen Demon Kings Pāpīyas.

Under these words, Demon God Baal's body shattered into light points and disappeared.

And with the disappearance of the last Pillar Demon God as a signal, the ground of the sand table world cracked, and terrifying energy was unleashed from below.

"Boom—!"

The entire world was annihilated, releasing a pillar of aurora that engulfed the entire arena, shooting straight into the sky, as if it were about to pierce a hole in the heavens.

The spectators at the edge of the arena were so frightened their hearts leaped out of their chests as they saw the transparent wall in front emitting ominous sounds.

This meant that if this pillar of aurora hadn't been blocked by the suddenly opened transparent wall, the entire arena would likely have been swallowed.

So, was this move a trump card of the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons? For mutually assured destruction?

But this also affected King Solomon.

Everyone watched nervously as the shrinking pillar of aurora continued.

When it disappeared, the arena that came into view left everyone stunned...

The entire arena had been sliced off by a large section, sinking forty to fifty meters deep.

Although a pit forty to fifty meters deep might seem significant, for a god to cause such destruction wouldn't be difficult, provided it was ordinary ground.

However, this arena, no, the entire stadium itself could be considered an extremely special creation, or even a divine artifact.

To cause destruction on this scale, perhaps only a Sovereign God like Zeus could achieve it.

However, it wasn't as if the entire arena had been completely sliced off.

The area where King Solomon was located was not affected, so the ten meters around him remained intact, forming a forty to fifty-meter deep pillar.

And on Beelzebub's side, there was also ground to stand on, larger than Solomon's area, with the thirteen Demon Kings surrounding him.

Although these thirteen Demon Kings appeared to have survived, they looked quite miserable, their bodies like they were made of wax, scorched by high temperatures to a chilling degree.

Suddenly, countless people gasped in unison.

The bodies of these thirteen Demon Kings were self-repairing. Regeneration?

"They got away, and you're the only one left!"

As they spoke, the Pāpīyas turned their gazes, like large carnivores eyeing prey, towards a single person—King Solomon.

The statement "they got away" implied that the Seventy-two Pillars of Demons were not truly killed.

That sand table world was peculiar, as if it had granted them an extra life.

"He's mine!"

The Pāpīyas said this simultaneously again, but this time to themselves.

Then, one by one, they began to laugh, their laughter so cruel.

The moment the laughter ceased, thirteen Pāpīyas appeared beside King Solomon without any warning.

Did the scene suddenly become populated by twenty-six Pāpīyas?

Not quite. The Sovereigns realized that the Pāpīyas were moving so fast that before the afterimages left by their figures in people's retinas vanished, they had already moved next to Solomon, creating new images on their retinas.

This created the illusion that the Demon King Pāpīyas had doubled.

And so, as people saw the additional Pāpīyas, they also saw that they had already launched their attacks.

For a moment, the hearts of the human side were all in their throats.

Chapter 077: Consuming One's Own Corpse for Reinforcement

As the sound of a body being forcibly pierced echoed, blood splattered into the air.

And in everyone's field of vision, a large, ragged hole appeared in King Solomon's chest.

The thirteen Pāpīyas surrounding King Solomon had bloody hands, and one of them held a heart.

"Hehehe, I was the fastest!"

The Pāpīya holding the heart let out a joyful sound. The heart, due to being ripped out so quickly, didn't immediately register that it had detached from its host's body, continuing to beat a few more times.

This scene instantly turned the faces of the human side deathly pale.

"Why—"

Goll let out a hoarse tremble, her eyes about to well up with tears.

But her voice caught halfway through. The scene had changed again, turning her about-to-be-sad expression into excitement.

Brunhilde, who had also been tensed, let out a small sigh of relief.

"My, my, that was truly heart-stopping!"

The announcer, Heimdallr, also seemed to have held his breath for King Solomon.

On the stage, the heart clutched by a Pāpīya changed, turning black and becoming bizarre.

Did this mean that Solomon's heart was different from a human's?

Or had the Pāpīya transformed King Solomon's heart into this?

Neither!

Because this heart did not belong to King Solomon; it belonged to a Pāpīya.

And the person cornered in the center, whose chest was a gaping, ragged hole from being gouged by the Pāpīyas, was not King Solomon, but a Pāpīya.

As if performing magic, King Solomon had swapped himself with a Pāpīya in an instant.

Correction: Magic couldn't achieve this. King Solomon must have used spatial magic.

Wait—

"No!"

Heimdallr, adjusting his glasses, noticed something incongruous.

The pillar where King Solomon had originally stood now had a different distance to the edge wall of the arena.

It was as if that pillar could move.

The next second, the pillar did indeed move. It should be said that it spatially relocated to its original position.

No—!

"No, it wasn't King Solomon swapping himself with a Pāpīya."

King Solomon hadn't moved from the beginning; he was still standing in his original position.

And this statement of not moving wasn't based on the stone pillar as a reference point, but on the entire arena.

That stone pillar hadn't moved either; it was still in its original place.

The reason for the movement phenomenon just now was an illusion.

King Solomon's original position had been cloaked in invisibility, and then a phantom image was projected a short distance in front of him.

"This is utilizing the refraction and reflection of light..."

"Did he create a mirage-like scene?"

"It's more than that. He disguised one of their own as himself, meaning he had that person step directly into a position to be attacked by other Pāpīyas. This visual deception is truly remarkable!"

"To be precise, it wasn't just the Pāpīyas who were deceived, but the vision of everyone present at the scene was fooled."

Some individuals on the human side spoke with considerable amazement.

Although most humans were ordinary people, there were still some quite capable individuals among them. These were the ones who saw through King Solomon's trick.

"When did he do this? I couldn't tell at all!"

The God of War, Ares, from the Greek side, also spoke with disbelief.

If it were purely visual deception, there should have been a moment of incongruity, but he hadn't detected any.

"It was probably done when the sandbox world exploded, or perhaps even earlier. This person had already been visually deceiving everyone, and at that time, everyone's attention was focused on the sandbox world, so they failed to notice the subtle changes."

Loki explained.

However, to deceive the vision of people from all angles in the entire venue wasn't achieved by using magic to become invisible while creating illusions. Instead, it was a purely physical creation of illusion, involving subtle manipulation of light reflection and refraction, causing deviations in the images reflected from King Solomon to people's retinas.

This manipulation was truly astonishing.

It was precisely this kind of operation that successfully fooled the Pāpīyas' vision.

If it were an illusion created by magic, it might have been seen through.

After all, illusions created by magic are constructed from magic, and there would be some incongruity with the surrounding magic concentration.

No, that manipulation was likely related to magic as well.

It should be said that King Solomon's magic, which manipulated the refraction and reflection of light, covered the entire arena. Everyone was enveloped within it, which is why they didn't realize the difference in magic power in the air.

"Hehehe, how interesting, so very interesting!"

The Pāpīyas who said this had contorted expressions on their faces.