Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 520:Captured

Without any warning, he vanished. SWOOSH!

He reappeared directly in front of Rathlos, his fist already drawn back and covered in dense crimson energy that crackled and pressed against the surrounding air. Then, he struck with all his might. BOOOOM!

The impact shook the very sky. Rathlos' massive body shifted slightly as the force spread, and a shockwave tore through the clouds above. Nearby mountain peaks cracked under the immense pressure of the collision. Yet, Rathlos remained largely unfazed. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the demon with an expression devoid of urgency. "Is that all?" he inquired.

Before the demon could even react, a colossal claw came descending. BOOM!

The demon was smashed downward, crashing through the air before slamming into the ground below with a force that shattered the mountain beneath him. His body carved a path through the rock, sending dust and debris exploding upward in a wide cloud. However, in the very next moment, the demon shot back out. He charged again, this time with even greater speed, and his attacks became relentless – punches, kicks, and bursts of raw energy, each landing with enough force to individually destroy mountains.

Every single collision between them sent shockwaves rolling across the surrounding area, flattening everything within the blast radius. Rathlos gathered his power, channeling it into his claw, and brought it down with a devastating strike. But a barrier suddenly materialized, absorbing the blow with a deep, resonant pulse. The energy held firm, pushing back. Rathlos withdrew his claw, studying the barrier with narrowed eyes. "Blessing of a demon god," he stated, his frown deepening as he recognized its nature.

Demons possessed their own deities, separate from the Church of Darkness, and this barrier clearly bore the mark of one of them. While he couldn't identify the specific god, the barrier's solid resilience was formidable. The bloodline eruption surging beneath it was an added complication. Rathlos made his decision: he was going all out.

His massive form blurred, and the surrounding shadows twisted and gathered inward, as if drawn to him by an unseen force. From within this swirling darkness, a blade emerged. The instant it was fully revealed, the entire world around them seemed to shift in a quiet, fundamental way. He held it effortlessly, the darkness along its edge pulsing steadily, like a living, breathing entity. "What a fine craftsman," Rathlos remarked, genuine appreciation evident in his voice, even amidst the battle. The blade felt like an extension of himself, prompting him to repeat the sentiment.

The demon's eyes widened slightly as he gazed at the weapon. "What is that?" he asked, his voice tinged with something bordering on fear. Rathlos swung.

A gigantic blade of pure darkness erupted from the sky, descending upon the Mythic-rank demon with a weight and scale that dwarfed everything exchanged between them thus far. The demon raised his blessing to meet it, and the barrier flared brilliantly, visibly straining against the immense downward pressure. For a moment, it held, the two forces grinding against each other with a sound that echoed through the surrounding peaks. Then, the barrier cracked in several places simultaneously. In the next instant, it shattered completely, blasting the demon backward through the air, tumbling away from the impact point with blood trailing behind him.

He hit the ground hard, skidding across it before scrambling upright. Without wasting a single second, he threw a shroud of chaos around himself and turned to flee. The concealment enveloped him as he pushed to full speed, moving away from Rathlos as fast as his battered body would allow. SWISH!

Rathlos disappeared from his original position. Then, he reappeared directly behind the demon, the blade moving in a single, clean, silent arc. The demon twisted his body just in time to evade the center of the strike, but even that partial evasion was insufficient. A deep gash opened across his side as the edge grazed him. Blood sprayed into the air in a wide arc. "ARGH!" he cried out, stumbling forward. His aura flickered unevenly for a moment as the pain surged through him.

Rathlos offered no respite. He stepped back into the shadows, vanishing once more, only to reappear from a completely different angle. SWISH! Another strike landed, and then another. Each movement was impossible to track with any regularity. Rathlos moved through the shadows around the demon as if they were an intrinsic part of his own being, appearing and disappearing without pattern or warning.

The demon attempted a counter-offensive, unleashing barrages of power in all directions. Waves of destructive energy tore through the surrounding mountains, demolishing peaks in wide, devastating arcs.

However, his attacks failed to connect with Rathlos. Each time the demon committed to an assault, Rathlos was already elsewhere. Conversely, whenever Rathlos reappeared, he struck with clean precision and deliberate efficiency, making each subsequent cut more grievous than the last.

The demon's body became covered in wounds. His breathing grew labored with each exchange, and his movements slowed, a deterioration he couldn't fully overcome. "Damn it, damn it!" he roared, swinging wildly at empty air.

Then, Rathlos materialized directly before him. For the first time, their eyes met at close range, with nothing obstructing the view. The demon froze for a mere fraction of a second, his body failing to respond as he desperately needed it to.

That moment was all it took.

Rathlos raised his blade and brought it down.

SLASH!

The demon's arm was severed instantly. Before his subsequent scream could even finish, another strike followed.

SLASH!

His other arm fell. Blood poured from both wounds in torrential streams. The demon dropped to his knees, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He tried to move, to force his regeneration into action, but Rathlos stepped forward and slammed him into the earth with his full might.

BOOOOM!

The ground fractured and collapsed, forming a deep crater around the demon's body as it was driven into the depths. Dust billowed into the sky in a thick column.

A heavy silence descended upon the mountain, like a breath held in anticipation.

Rathlos stood over the fallen demon, the shadow blade resting calmly at his side. His gaze, fixed upon the broken figure in the crater, was cold, steady, and unhurried.

"If you wish to live, speak," Rathlos said quietly, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air between them. "Or else."