THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 773 Agaroth vs Odin (3)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The Purifier stood as an ultimate assault—
blending the Demon King's own strength with endless reality-shattering techniques he had consumed across his existence.
An onslaught impossible to defend against or push away...
utterly decisive, leaving Nameless defeated in an instant when Agaroth unleashed it upon him.
But Odin...
the Pale Devastation...
had halted it.
Beyond that... he suffered zero harm at all.
"This… is impossible."
For the very first time...
the demons experienced terror.
Terror that their mighty ruler...
could actually fall.
In the meantime...
Odin scattered the lingering essence of the Purifier while his grin expanded.
"I have to confess,"
he stated with composure,
"you caught me off guard, Demon King. I've never witnessed a technique quite like that. Indeed… this marks the height of aura mastery."
Odin burst into booming laughter and slapped his palms in derision toward Agaroth.
"Impressive! Yet sadly—
such strikes hold no effect against me."
His face contorted into a horrifying visage.
"Aura… fails against me."
The proclamation from the Lord of the Great Ones
rattled the souls of all demons present.
Odin stepped forward gradually toward the Demon King.
"Even though you knew this... from our previous clash.
you still recklessly attempt it on me. I have to admit…"
"…how underwhelming, Agaroth."
The Purifier itself had proven useless.
What options remained for the Demon King now,
with his most potent assault unable to even graze Odin?
"I warned you earlier, Demon King,"
Odin declared icily.
"You grasp nothing. You comprehend absolutely nothing."
"A demon cannot overcome a Great One."
"A king cannot topple a god."
"A creation cannot surpass its creator."
"You amount to a mere insignificant entity, shaped by unworthy creators.
You might boast of strength.
You might boast of dominance.
But you shall never best me."
Odin grinned—a chilling grin—
as he glided like a specter amid the pale fog toward the Demon King.
Odin held total supremacy.
Nevertheless...
at the peak of that supremacy...
Odin halted.
Why?
For his foe—
the Demon King, Agaroth—
was chuckling.
The Demon King chuckled,
and chuckled...
and chuckled.
He chuckled with booming volume...
maniacally...
and it disturbed Odin.
Why?
Why was he chuckling?
Why chuckle when cornered so desperately?
Even his devoted followers—who had once idolized him—
now sank into hopelessness.
Yet Agaroth continued chuckling.
Then, moments later...
the Demon King settled down.
A frightful grin stretched over his features.
And right then...
an event unfolded that caused Odin to scowl.
The Demon King's form...
which had brimmed with aura and immense might...
transformed.
Without warning, every bit of that might—
every trace of that aura—
vanished entirely.
Agaroth cast it aside.
Every final remnant.
"Odin… Lord of the Great Ones,"
Agaroth uttered, his statement crashing like a quake while his scarlet eyes blazed fiercely,
"it appears you are the one grasping nothing."
"I knew aura held no power over you. But curiosity drove me...
curiosity regarding the limits of your resistance... your command over it."
"That's why I unleashed my mightiest aura techniques upon you."
"And you didn't let me down,"
the Demon King went on as his frame quivered.
"You deflected them all without fail."
"But do you honestly think..."
Agaroth's mouth twisted upward,
"…that this concludes it?"
"Hehehe… hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
The Demon King cackled darkly...
and his body started shifting entirely.
From void, a shadowy material burst forth and enveloped Agaroth.
That material solidified, morphing into an eerie, foreboding dark alloy.
The alloy slithered across his entire form, extending until it sealed his mouth and nose... exposing solely his intense crimson gaze.
Agaroth's altered shape was deeply unnerving.
No aura lingered.
No immense might.
No suffocating force.
Still, from his frame ascended a shadowy haze...
a malevolent, sinister powder.
Confronted by this vision, Odin hesitated.
Agaroth had undoubtedly achieved something.
That shadowy haze clearly embodied some kind of force.
And yet...
Odin detected not a hint of aura from him.
It seemed as if Agaroth had forsaken it completely.
"You declared I couldn't best you.
You declared I couldn't touch you.
You declared I couldn't perceive the reality."
"But you remain the sightless one, Odin."
"Sightless to the truth that my shadows..."
Agaroth stated frigidly,
"…have already started engulfing you."
With those words dropping...
Odin lifted his gaze to the heavens,
and his eyes bulged at the oversight.
The clear, snowy white expanse had altered.
An odd shadow had arisen from nowhere, consuming it greedily...
until the heavens themselves divided in half.
One portion ashen and dull.
The other utterly dark and bottomless.
Both halves waged a fierce battle, each seeking to devour the other.
In that instant...
Agaroth lunged ahead again.
Swifter than any prior moment, he rushed at Odin.
This time, the Demon King's punch lacked flames.
Lacked embellishment.
Lacked brilliance.
Yet that punch surpassed all else.
It demolished the unseen barrier and landed directly on Odin's face.
The deafening impact hurled Odin backward, disbelief and bewilderment marking his expression,
until he crashed hard into the earth.
But he bounced back nearly at once.
Regardless—
Agaroth was already closing in.
The Demon King's strikes hammered onward without pause, ripping into the Great One's frame with horrifying velocity before the stares of every far-off witness.
In some way...
Agaroth had reversed the tide.
And Odin comprehended it.
He comprehended that he had misjudged the Demon King.
A grin reappeared on Odin's face as he steadied himself and struck back, firing swift reprisals and trading hits with Agaroth.
The pair collided ferociously...
without restraint...
as their surroundings detonated.
All of Helmond quaked.
Its ruin grew unavoidable.
During the frenzy, Odin bellowed wildly:
"Then come at me, Demon King!
Reveal every bit of your arsenal!!"
The pale haze flared as the emptiness surrounding Odin quivered intensely while he clashed with Agaroth.
"You and that devouring force of yours—
I shall crush all that you hold!"
"You can attempt it, you vile Lord of the Great Ones,"
Agaroth responded icily,
"but ultimately… you will be consumed—just like every foe before you!"