THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 751: Upper Demon: Amon

Chaos engulfed his form, his face now laid bare for all to see.

Eyes glowing crimson red.

Locks of long, ebony hair.

Skin as pale as moonlight.

Aristocratic traits—strangely at odds with a demon's nature.

With great effort, Gehrman pulled himself from the debris, gazing at his foe in utter astonishment that he had endured such a devastating strike.

Yet even greater shock gripped him upon beholding Amon’s visage.

That countenance... those lineaments... every detail of it.

"It’s like a smaller version of Crimson..."

Indeed, Amon proved to be the true younger sibling of the First Upper Rank.

The sole notable distinction between the pair was probably the shade of their hair .. Crimson’s had appeared ash-gray instead of black.

Clearly, Amon had taken damage from Gehrman and Abraham’s ultimate assault—though the wounds proved far milder than Gehrman anticipated.

"Don’t be too surprised," Amon remarked with composure.

"You’re not the only ones with quick thinking."

He flung his arms wide, and his aura coalesced into protective armor encasing him ..

Armor forged from shadowy aura.

"At the very last second .. before that irritating power of yours triggered .. I unleashed one of my mightiest shields, purely as a precaution."

Amon let out a soft breath, a grin crossing his lips.

"I’m glad my gamble paid off in the end... even though I still suffered considerable damage regardless."

Inwardly, both Gehrman and Abraham swore, grasping how gravely they had misjudged their adversary.

"I’ll admit it, Saint Gehrman... you are stronger than me," Amon declared with a broad grin, honoring his rival.

"If you were at your peak and froze my body like that, your attacks would have defeated me no matter what I did."

Amon’s survival against that joint onslaught stemmed from Gehrman’s diminished power.

If Gehrman had fought at full strength, Amon would have perished—beyond any doubt.

"You have my respect."

Amon shut his eyes as his form ignited in a fiercer glow than before.

"I’ve had enough... and now it’s time to end this."

Witnessing Amon’s impending move, Gehrman and Abraham steeled themselves for the direst outcome ..

But the events that unfolded surpassed even their grimliest fears.

Right before them, Amon thrust out his fists ..

And countless... no—myriad... tens of thousands of strikes burst forth from him, from his rear, and from every angle.

A frenzied barrage assaulting from all sides.

An unrelenting torrent that left Gehrman and Abraham without a moment to defend or dodge.

Without pity ..

Amon utterly destroyed them both and razed the whole region with his ferocious onslaught.

The deafening tempest of punches thundered for what seemed an eternity...

Until it at last subsided, unveiling the battle’s result under the nocturnal heavens.

Ultimately ..

Amon towered in the heart of a massive pit of ruin, its devastation spanning dozens of miles.

Close by, Abraham sprawled in fragments on the earth .. utterly fractured, but clinging to life.

As for Gehrman ..

He had disappeared without a trace.

Once the chaos ended, Amon approached Abraham slowly.

"Human... as I promised, you will come with me," Amon stated with a smile.

Abraham lacked any strength to fight back.

"I deliberately spared your life," Amon went on steadily.

"So at least tell me your name."

Amon crouched by the shattered Abraham, who labored for each breath, speechless.

"So you won’t tell me, then... but there’s no need to worry. I already learned your name anyway. After all—I heard Gehrman call you by it earlier..."

"Abraham, wasn’t it? Hehehe."

Amon chuckled lightly for an instant.

Abraham attempted to stand, but Amon swiftly pressed a hand to his head, forcing him down once more.

"Tell me, Abraham... why don’t you become one of us?"

From out of nowhere, Amon suggested something completely mad.

"You’re incredibly strong, and my instincts tell me you haven’t reached your peak yet. So... why not become one of the Upper Demons? Rank Ten would suit you perfectly, considering you killed Zibar."

Amon conversed offhandedly .. yet with utter gravity.

"Oh... and don’t worry. You don’t even need to be a demon to join us. That Nito fighting up there isn’t one either, yet he joined us regardless."

"The King won’t object. He truly loves the strong..."

Amon kept talking for some time.

Though Abraham offered no response, his gaze alone showed he’d never agree to such a proposal.

"You’re putting me in a difficult position here, human warrior Abraham..."

Amon let out a sigh, mulling over his next step.

Then he halted.

A known surge of aura reached him.

And as he turned ..

A recognizable scene met his eyes.

Gehrman was regenerating anew, reviving in the prior fashion .. only now, his state was more pitiable than ever.

Gehrman materialized again, hacking up an odd fluid as he crumpled to the dirt, incapable of standing.

In that instant ..

A clock-like ring exploded—this time emerging from his spine.

"You really are stubborn, Saint."

Amon commented while advancing on Gehrman.

"Chrono Guillotine... that ability doesn’t just work on your enemies, does it? It affects you as well."

Amon inquired, revealing the secret.

"It’s what allowed you to save yourself—by freezing your body at a specific moment and returning to it each time. But I can see now... it placed a devastating burden on this body of yours."

Gehrman had evaded death ..

But he had hit his breaking point.

Employing a reality-defying power like Chrono Guillotine after battling Wesker using the Hand of the Ruler had overwhelmed his weakened frame—even bolstered by Fulghor’s aura.

"Just rest now, Saint. In this condition, you won’t be entertaining me any longer."

Amon reached out, ready to slay Gehrman—for good—this time.

The Engineer lifted his head gradually toward the demon, his gaze alight with unyielding fire.

He had exhausted every effort, right up to the finale.

Yet fate had granted him no reprieve.

The one who deemed himself the supreme master of time ..

Would perish, his form crushed by time’s own relentless force.

"Farewell, Saint. I will never forget our encounter."

Amon launched his blow.

It ought to have been the lethal strike.

The demon’s eyes held steady ..

Until that steadiness broke in a flash when his fist met something metallic... something utterly unyielding.

Amon stood frozen in disbelief.

Another presence now blocked his way, having parried the strike with a dark blade.

"You... the vessel..."

Amon identified his rival immediately, taken aback.

There stood Frey Starlight, his frame wreathed in soul aura .. channeling a fearsome might through it.

Violet flames roared around Frey’s body, blazing so fiercely that Amon retreated swiftly, aware a fresh combatant had joined the fray.

Round Two... begins now.