THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 771  Agaroth vs Odin (1)

The crimson heavens over Helmond faded away entirely..

giving way to a dazzling expanse of pure, flawless white.

An eerie, colorless sky that filled every observer with a chilling, disquieting dread.

Bit by bit, a veil of ghostly vapor began to coalesce..

radiating an otherworldly energy never felt in this realm before.

Out from that vapor, eyes of gleaming gold appeared, glowing with a malevolent yellow gleam.

Step by step… the haze solidified into a tangible shape.

Limbs started to form.

Followed by a torso.

Arms and legs..

and at last, a face.

He matched Agaroth's stature exactly,

but his flesh held a lifeless gray pallor, barren and drained of all vitality.

His countenance was angular..

exuding an aura of dominance and timeless grandeur.

His locks were lengthy and silver-white,

cascading behind like threads of solidified essence.

A mantle of ghostly energy enveloped him,

an energy that struck fear into anyone who detected it.. even for just an instant.

His lids parted,

signaling his reentry into the physical plane after eons of exile.

The Pale Devastation stood as a disaster the world had buried in memory..

and soon… all would recall it vividly.

As Odin materialized fully in front of him, the Demon King's grin stretched broader.

He ascended into the sky, gliding ahead until they faced each other directly.

"This aura… these traits…"

Agaroth whispered, fixing his unique gaze on the foe.

"It truly is you."

No question lingered.

The figure before him was Odin—without a doubt.

Regardless of Agaroth's efforts, the King's Eye failed to pierce through him.

Indeed, the more Agaroth looked, the fiercer his eye shook..

until a slender streak of blood seeped down his face from the effort.

Odin, on the other hand, seemed detached at first..

then curved his lips into a sneering, haughty smirk.

"O Demon King,"

"O you who name yourself the monster that consumes everything."

Odin's tone resounded near Agaroth's ear..

and across the entirety of Helmond.

But not a demon grasped any of it.

Only Agaroth comprehended.

They lacked the essence to catch Odin's words..

all they registered was a haunting rasp, akin to a summons from the void at world's edge.

In reality, even Odin's silhouette blurred for them.

All they discerned was a ominous, whitish haze.

The sole being who viewed him sharply…

the only one who caught his voice..

was Agaroth.

"You grasp nothing of this realm, Demon King,"

Odin pressed on.

"You meddle with destiny, defy the laws of cause, and your hubris has swelled to the point of defying me."

Odin floated steadily under the pristine sky he had conjured,

his golden stare drilling right into Agaroth.

The Demon King displayed no worry, though.

"You lecture from above," Agaroth shot back icily,

"yet you struggle just to hold this shape. Look around.. this realm has erased you from its history."

In response to the Demon King's taunt, Odin stayed composed.

"The world?"

"What even is the world?"

Odin inquired, as the bizarre force around him surged stronger.

"I embody the world, Demon King.

Indeed, I can't linger in the physical plane for long.. but that's plenty to handle you."

Odin proclaimed, scorn lacing every syllable.

"You—who boasted as the mightiest in an age of my absence—

you donned the crown of king and declared yourself beyond death."

"Allow me to widen those eyes of yours, Demon King.

For all your sight-based might… you remain sightless—wholly unable to perceive reality."

Right then…

both Odin and the Demon King grinned.

One with assured, patronizing assurance..

the other with chilling, cruel glee.

Agaroth wasn't naive.

He had sensed long ago that the Great Ones plotted something major in Helmond..

something vital enough to summon Odin himself, channeling every ounce of strength to reappear in the physical realm.

Odin dwelled mainly in the ethereal plane.. a dimension few alive could sense.

He had forfeited his corporeal body ages past.

But by tapping reserves built over endless eras,

Odin could briefly trick fate and the threads of destiny..

permitting a short visit to the material world.

Such a feat surely demanded a staggering price.

Which implied that Odin's goal here

justified that gamble.

Agaroth knew this fully.

Yet… it mattered not to him.

Every fiber in the Demon King's frame urged him to rip the rival apart.

A rival who, for the first time in forever.. stirred doubt in him about triumph… or downfall.

The Demon King, cloaked in void-like shadows.. against Odin, the Pale Devastation.

This spectacle unfolded for all of Helmond to witness.

Among the spectators, Izalith observed intently, worry etched on her expression.

Her eyes stayed locked on Odin..

that Pale Devastation born from void.

The Great Ones had been formidable… crushing even..

but this felt distinct.

Utter malice.

Malice akin to Agaroth's—

yet utterly alien in essence too.

No matter her attempts, Izalith couldn't measure his strength.

And that scared her beyond measure.

Instinctively, she bolstered the crimson barriers encircling the arena,

dreading the fallout from those two forces colliding.

Then..

for one fleeting instant..

quiet descended.

A lone second of calm…

before disaster erupted.

Agaroth lunged ahead with blistering velocity at Odin,

a wicked scowl etched on his visage.. and the battle was set to ignite.

The Demon King's punch blazed with ferocious, furious black flames as he swung relentlessly.. targeting Odin head-on.

Odin held his ground unmoving.

He didn't budge.

Not a single step.

Then..

the impact hit.

All of Helmond caught the sound.

A thunderous blast, paired with an odd, crystal-cracking wail that pierced every listener.

Agaroth's exploding strike..

the very strike that had crushed the Great Ones effortlessly..

halted dead right before Odin's visage.

It couldn't touch him.

As if some unseen barrier halted the Demon King from closing in, so that no amount of his colossal force made a difference.

Under that force, Odin's grin broadened—

his eyes igniting with a vicious light.

Then, abruptly..

Agaroth got blasted away.

An unseen power slammed into him with colossal force, flinging the Demon King's form rearward, crashing through Izalith's blood barrier, breaking clean to the beyond.

He kept hurtling..

smashing into the Tower of the End, ripping through its core, and exploding out the opposite end.

When the Demon King finally steadied his form,

he'd been catapulted an inconceivable span from his adversary.

In those quick instants, Izalith and the demons couldn't grasp what happened.

With one unseen blow, Odin had flung the Demon King through Helmond—

and casually breached the blood wall where Izalith had invested all her might.

Meanwhile..

The moment Agaroth righted himself.. the earth underfoot started lifting skyward.

No.

It wasn't the earth.