Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? Chapter 677 Humanity's End

"Hey, Humans, your battle is with me." Lucifer launched an assault at Butler Sheng and Bewoh. The other princes and titans followed suit, their smiles brimming with renewed confidence. It was undeniable that these humans presented a formidable challenge, but ultimately, who reigned supreme at the apex of the food chain? They did. BAM! An surge of invigorating power coursed through them, fueling a more ferocious fighting spirit than ever before. Was this the precipice of their downfall? Was this the ultimate end for humanity?

A palpable wave of dread washed over numerous onlookers and news reporters. Their hearts hammered incessantly against their ribs, their minds consumed by visions of the bleak future that lay ahead. A sharp, piercing pain, like a fishhook tearing into their souls, accompanied the ever-deepening despair in their hearts. "Grandmaster!" "Grandmaster!" The cries echoed, a desperate plea perhaps for Dorian's safety, or perhaps for their own survival. Hidden observers shed tears, their eyes red and faces streaked with sorrow. Poof~ Dorian coughed up a mouthful of blood as Beelzebub's crushing blow impacted his chest. "In the end, this is all a human like you can accomplish."

Beelzebub crouched down, attempting to pry the bony finger from Dorian's grasp, but it remained stubbornly attached. "It's fused to you now," he muttered, a hint of grudging respect in his voice. "You're fortunate for that." Had he not surmised this exact outcome, why else would he have a need for Dorian to remain alive? If Dorian were to perish now, the bony finger might revert to its prior state. And that was certainly not what Beelzebub desired. Had he not been in possession of this very bony finger for an extended period? His intricate plan was to activate it prior to the ongoing war. Such activation required significant time. Thus, if he were to eliminate Dorian and seize the bony finger prematurely, there was no guarantee it would even accept him, let alone be successfully activated.

Just then, Loki materialized. "Well now, I anticipated you'd put up a more protracted struggle," he remarked to Dorian, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. "How utterly disappointing." His gaze then shifted to Beelzebub. "My friend, you have attained all you desired, largely due to my intervention. Should you not express your gratitude?"

GRATITUDE? GET LOST! If wishes could grant flight, Loki would have been reduced to ash in that very instant. None could fathom the true depth of the agony etched into the hearts of Beelzebub and the other princes. "One day, Trickster… you shall learn the hard way that some things are better left untouched." Despite Beelzebub's outwardly calm demeanor, a venomous threat simmered beneath his words.

"Come now, my friend… You and I both know that such a day will never dawn. Moreover, you will always find yourself in need of me. So why the sullen expression? Do you fear your face will contort into an unsightly visage from all that frowning?" Under normal circumstances, Beelzebub would have remained unfazed by such taunts, especially if directed at an ordinary individual. However, the source of this particular provocation was Loki, the Trickster himself—

Beelzebub’s glare intensified as he caught the objects Lucifer and the others had flung his way. "Heed my warning, Trickster, whatever machinations you still harbor will prove futile…. I, Beelzebub, shall ascend to challenge the heavens THIS VERY DAY!" "Indeed, indeed, my friend… whatever you say." Loki chuckled playfully, his form drifting about in a manner that only amplified Beelzebub's irritation.

TCH. Couldn't the Almighty simply obliterate this insufferable pest once and for all? Beelzebub rolled his eyes, banishing all thoughts of Loki to the furthest recesses of his mind. Good… He now possessed all that was necessary. Beelzebub’s pronouncements resonated like divine decrees, initiating a subtle tremor and tear upon the fabric of reality. NO! Butler Sheng and the others clenched their jaws in fierce determination. This cannot be allowed to transpire. They must prevent it at all costs. "Look… they are still standing," a few observers murmured, their voices cracking with each subsequent word. "They can still achieve victory, can't they?"

Butler Sheng surged forward, his roar echoing across the battlefield like a thunderclap. His blade, imbued with a faint celestial energy, arced towards Lucifer’s head. "How utterly pathetic." Bam! Butler Sheng was violently repelled, the sheer force of the impact embedding him within the wall, leaving a visible crater. He was not alone; others too succumbed to defeat against their formidable adversaries. Butler Sheng and many others crashed down heavily, their bodies overwhelmed with exhaustion, their resilience for further combat utterly depleted. Despite their disheartened appearances, their heartbeats quickened with a surge of adrenaline. Bam! Bam! Bam!~

One by one, the valiant heroes fell, and humanity was forced to confront a horrifying truth: the entities had triumphed. Seasoned warriors lowered their heads in defeat, their fists clenched with such intensity that blood trickled from their palms where their nails had dug deep. It had been a valiant struggle, one that now left countless individuals weeping. Soon, Lucifer rejoined Beelzebub and the others, forming a circle around the artifacts that now hovered weightlessly in the air. Hah!