In just a brief instant, the Cthulhu Demon God was utterly erased, reduced to nothingness without even ashes remaining.
Nuada, whose mission was war, broke into a cold sweat.
The braided hair of Tezcatlipoca, the supreme sun, stood on end.
Niangniang, still intoxicated by the exquisite taste of blood, snapped out of her half-dreaming state and trembled uneasily like a frightened little animal.
They were Demon Gods who could make any city or country in the world disappear on a whim.
But precisely because of that, they displayed such pathetic reactions to the reality before them.
One blow had killed a Demon God.
No, even calling it one blow might have been an exaggeration.
The punch Roland had just thrown had only been intended to erase their attacks. Otherwise, there was no explaining why a blow that killed a Demon God had sent not even the slightest residual energy into the outside world.
In other words, the Cthulhu Demon God had died simply because it was within range of Roland's attack.
Merely describing such an inconceivable conclusion gave one a dreamlike sense of dissonance, let alone experiencing it firsthand.
"..."
Having mentally prepared herself for something being wrong, Nephthys, the gentle goddess, still retained a measure of composure.
But the unease and astonishment filling the space between her slender, dark brows still revealed the turmoil deep within her.
How did he do it?
Even under the gaze of Roland's suffocatingly cold eyes, she could not suppress her confusion.
With Bishop's precedent, Nephthys had prepared herself for Roland being capable of killing Demon Gods.
It would not have been surprising if Roland had thrown caution to the wind and exploited the world's explosion, or finally bowed his head and used the temptation of tickets to the Otherworld to divide the Demon