THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 772 Agaroth vs Odin (2)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The whole of Helmond lifted up as Odin stretched out one arm.
Next, using his opposite hand, the Ruler of the Great Ones gestured toward the heavens...
and the heavens themselves came crashing down onto Agaroth.
The full expanse of the sky turned into a massive wave of ruin,
dumping its total might straight onto the head of the Demon King.
Just that one move triggered a world-shaking quake that remolded every inch of Helmond's landscape,
sending demons across the realm into panicked shrieks.
Even so...
facing an assault never seen before...
the Demon King materialized right in front of Odin,
showing no signs of harm whatsoever.
Agaroth burst into booming laughter while the force pressing on him grew fiercer.
"I see you're still holding onto your weird gimmicks, you disgusting creature,"
he declared, bringing his hands together and releasing a massive flood of dominating strength.
In under a second, the Demon King fused:
Shadow Power
Dark Soul
Death Soul
Three reality-shattering powers...
blended into one devastating strike...
hurtled straight toward Odin.
Against that endless void and accursed energy...
Odin didn't retreat even an inch.
He stood perfectly still as the blackness engulfed him entirely.
The emptiness expanded wildly from the immense aura Agaroth had let loose,
until the pale heavens were fully dyed in shadow.
Still...
out of that blackness... Odin stepped forth unharmed.
"Your feeble resistance holds no meaning, Demon King,"
Odin stated in his usual haughty, detached voice... as if the foe in front of him was barely worth noticing.
"No matter your efforts, your strikes won't touch me."
Agaroth showed no sign of faltering.
Instead, he unleashed a gigantic surge of energy that rattled the whole of Helmond.
"We'll see about that."
The Demon King bellowed.
Then his form burst apart again...
and scores of duplicates sprang into existence.
Every one of them circled Odin, boxing him in from all sides.
By meeting specific requirements, Agaroth could activate the Soul of Reincarnation at full capacity,
ensuring not a single duplicate sacrificed any of its strength.
So, the duplicates cornered Odin and struck all at once.
Every duplicate fired off at minimum one reality-shattering power.
Some wielded Soul Power.
Others called upon completely separate skills.
A number of duplicates shifted their shapes...
contorting into horrifying, infernal forms pulled right from the depths of the abyss.
All of that...
every bit of that insanity...
was thrown at Odin from every angle.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The span of destruction from the Demon King...
the raw, apocalyptic might he had set free...
the outcome was utterly terrifying.
A calamity in the truest sense.
The top demons all rushed in, pouring out all their reserves,
frantically working to hold back the ruin and stop Helmond from vanishing entirely.
Blasts erupted in rapid succession,
like thousands of atomic bombs going off at the same time.
In the middle of that total chaos...
Odin reached out his arm, his face contorting into a savage grimace.
"Let me pay you back in kind, Demon King!"
With one effortless motion.
every bit of ruin and assault Agaroth had thrown out
got pulled into Odin's grasp,
compressing into a wild, rainbow-hued blob of total erasure.
Then...
at incredible velocity—
Odin shoved his hand ahead, blasting that turmoil right back at Agaroth.
The swirling barrage of energy consumed several duplicates of the Demon King in a flash,
shredding the heavens with its immense momentum.
But—
that was merely the start.
The Demon King burst through the mayhem, showing up right in Odin's face,
his fist flying with every last drop of power he possessed.
In that exact moment...
Odin launched his countering blow.
The punches smashed together.
Reality quivered.
The entire realm quaked violently.
bit by bit...
the Pale Devastation overpowered the Demon King's shadows.
For the very first time...
Agaroth suffered defeat in a raw clash of strength.
Odin drove him backward yet again.
As the Demon King got repelled, his frame burst into inky black fire.
But Agaroth's gaze stayed locked on the ghostly figure ahead.
And then... with zero forewarning...
Agaroth's features warped as he thrust his arm at Odin.
Right then, Odin's face shifted for the first time... upon detecting something... off.
The energy pouring from Agaroth's limb wasn't normal.
It was something wholly different.
Shadowy energy and reality-shattering powers started to weave together...
to blend and unite fully...
until a brand-new energy emerged.
A superior energy.
A turbulent, unstoppable force.
Something unmatched anywhere in existence.
Agaroth controlled that energy, directing it at Odin as he thundered:
"The Purifier!"
In that split second, it felt like the portals to the underworld had ripped wide
and the horns of doomsday had blared.
That blob of doom swelled outward, consuming all it encountered...
heavens and ground, voids and realms, nothing spared.
A damned assault that wiped out everything without mercy...
a strength no mortal should ever wield.
The blow raced directly at Odin,
who lingered within his ghostly energy, clear astonishment marking his features.
Then...
the clash arrived.
The Purifier's blackness slammed into Odin,
sparking a blast bigger than any prior.
The Purifier's momentum kept growing and growing, striving to engulf Odin completely.
The ordeal dragged on for agonizing moments...
moments that dragged on eternally,
moments where disorder ruled like never before.
But at last, it concluded.
The shadows faded away.
Quiet descended anew.
And the outcome stood exposed.
Under the harsh white expanse,
over Helmond's soil ravaged past endurance...
every demon fixed their eyes on one spot.
And the sole expression on their faces... the only emotion gripping their souls...
was utter hopelessness.
The Blood Sorceress and the Cannibal...
Izalith and Yosefka...
both gaped in shock at the scene unfolding.
"Impossible..."
Izalith murmured.
Odin had returned...
utterly unmarked on his form...
clutching a lump of dark energy in his grip.
Then, in one swift move...
that blackness scattered away entirely,
as if it had never been there.
"This can't be real!"
Izalith cried out, her mind reeling from it.
"That was the Purifier..."
The Blood Sorceress's mouth quivered as hopelessness overtook her.
"That was the exact strike...
that ended Nameless."
Just those words sufficed to drown every demon in hopelessness.