As a beast who fancied himself Solomon, he knew a fair bit about the profession of saints.
After all—
In a sense, Solomon himself was also a saint.
Based on his understanding of Solomon, Goetia held considerable appreciation for so-called saints.
—They were all decent people. Their only flaw was that they would eventually die and become worthless ashes.
But Russell's recent stunt had utterly dropped his jaw.
Fucking hell.
What kind of saint directly ignited a person's body, consciousness, and life force according to a fusion equation, then tossed them out as a grenade?
"What kind of spell was that?"
At that moment, Goetia looked just like MacArthur in all those videos. Beyond shock, he had no other feelings.
Forgetting all about appearances, he asked those around him.
With nothing more than the projection of a single Demon God Pillar, Russell had nearly blown a Beast to death.
Granted, this Beast was the dumbest and weakest of all Beasts.
But it was still a Beast!
A Beast that, in its complete form, could make Great God Zeus howl in agony with lightning cannons, and even had the power to fight the Harvest Star Vanguard!
And that had only taken one Demon God Pillar.
If all Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars were thrown out, would they beat the Harvest Star so badly even its parents would fail to recognize it?
That question received no answer. All he got were bewildered faces staring at one another.
—What ordinary Demon God Pillar would know a spell like that?
If they could do that, could they still be called Demon God Pillars?
They might as well be called Demon God Kings.
A deathly silence spread through the area. For a time, even the pressure on the Chaldeans from the other Singularities eased considerably.
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