A Little Serious

Storm Sword was a name Suye had heard of. Once unleashed, even the most powerful Legendary Purgatory Demon King would either die or be gravely wounded.

Suye did not underestimate him. He cast his spells with all his might.

All kinds of magic flew densely toward Snake.

However, Snake's three pairs of blood-red Blade Wings and the power of the Semi-Divine Artifact were too strong. No magic, not even Disaster Fire, could interrupt Batora's sword technique.

In the end, Suye realized that magical creatures truly were powerful. If the opponent had been a human Heroic Warrior, anyone except the Hero King would have long since been melted away by his magic.

"Since that's the case, I'll get a little serious, too."

Behind Suye, one tiny Purgatory Demon King after another appeared. Each one was identical to Suye, wreathed in flames, arms folded across his chest, proudly gazing ahead.

Twenty full Legendary Magic Avatars!

"Are these my little brothers? I really want to touch them." Little Medea's eyes shone.

At that moment, a continuous stream of curses from various races rang out throughout the audience stands.

Translated into human language, the entire arena was using the same curse.

"Fuck!"

Laurence was dumbfounded. He muttered, "I thought Suye and Aristotle were the most abnormal magical geniuses. I never expected Hell to have someone even more abnormal."

"Above, Dwarf God..." Blackbeard was stunned.

Gig and Green-Black Tongue gaped, their long tongues hanging from the corners of their mouths as saliva slowly dripped down.

The two Crimson Priests were both dumbstruck.

Magic Avatars were not something one could simply have whenever one wanted. They were difficult to create, and their success rate was extremely low.

An ordinary Legendary Mage would be doing quite well to have one.

Neither of the two Legendary Crimson Priests