[Beelzemon] raised the twin guns in its hands, a dangerous curve forming at the corner of its mouth.
It was the [Demon King of Gluttony]—cold, aloof, noble, and merciless. Beneath its gunfire, even gods had to lie down and die!
"Roar—"
The [Plant God], having identified its opponent in that instant, abruptly drew in the tide of roots it had been directing toward Dark and concentrated its assault on [Beelzemon].
It intended to crush this "fake" that dared provoke divine might on the spot! The raging tide of roots blotted out the sky, nearly sealing off every possible path of retreat. But before the roots could close in, [Behemoth]'s Ghostfire Engine let out an enormous roar. Riding the heavy motorcycle, [Beelzemon] charged fiercely over the rolling roots as though traversing level ground, while the mad laughter of the [Demon King of Gluttony] echoed through the cavern.
The [Funeral Light Hero] beside Dark could not help but furrow its brow. As a destined [Hero], unlike those candidate heroes who possessed only [Hero Aptitude], it held an innate loathing for creatures such as [Demon Kings].
Had they not both been Dark's Magic Spirits, it might already have drawn its sword.
[Beelzemon]'s manic laughter reverberated through the cavern. The instant it burst out of the tide of roots, while both rider and motorcycle were still airborne, it activated its Ultimate Move, [The Last Supper]!
"Boom!"
The [Flames of Gluttony] transformed from [Crimson Lotus Fire] instantly enveloped the two shotguns in its hands, making it seem as though it were clutching two blazing fireballs.
The flames shifted from red to green, like ghostly will-o'-wisps.
The power drawn from the [Crown of Gluttony] exuded a terrifying aura that seemed intent on devouring the entire world.
Thirty seconds!
[The Last Supper] lasted only thirty seconds. But