THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 774 Agaroth vs Odin (4)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
Like wild beasts, the pair clashed fiercely,
shaking the ground with relentless tremors.
From a distance...
nobody dared to step in.
All anyone managed...
was to observe.
"This is terrible... if it keeps going like this, they'll wipe out the entire Helmond!"
Izalith cried out, finally understanding the dire circumstances.
But then she went quiet all of a sudden.
An eerie presence loomed right behind her.
"Indeed... such monsters cannot be permitted to battle without limits.
They are entities unfit for this realm."
A profound, elderly voice uttered from behind Izalith.
As she spun around...
he had already positioned himself next to her.
An odd elder with a flowing white beard and a face etched by countless years.
He donned a grimy, extended black robe,
his palms folded serenely at his back.
His sharp blue gaze locked onto the fight between Agaroth and Odin
while he advanced gradually.
"You... from the Dukedom of Hell...
Maskeith..."
Izalith murmured his name.
Maskeith ignored her completely.
"This territory has endured plenty,"
he murmured softly.
"Don't damage it any more than you already did."
Maskeith stretched out both arms...
one blazing with white energy,
the other with dark.
"Maskeith commands life and death:
The Realm Between Worlds."
He intoned...
and unleashed his might.
A surge of peculiar energy swiftly covered the Demon King and Odin,
trapping them in a secluded dimension where just the two fighters...
and Maskeith...
lingered.
Understanding the shift, the warriors pulled back at once and faced the elder.
In that instant, Odin's eyes gleamed.
"You... this energy...
a servant of the First Author?"
Odin knew who he was.
Maskeith inclined his head slightly, pressing a hand to his heart.
"It's a privilege to be known by the Pale Devastation in person."
Enclosed in Maskeith's sphere of life and death...
Helmond was secure at last.
At least...
for the time being.
"Why are you siding with the Demon King?"
Odin snarled in fury.
"Do you challenge me, even after grasping my significance?"
Maskeith stayed utterly composed.
"My apologies, lord," he answered steadily,
"but I align with the mightier force."
Without pause, he proclaimed:
"And the most powerful one present...
is the Demon King—
and none other."
Those words made Odin's face grow grim.
What Maskeith uttered was a blatant affront.
Meanwhile, Agaroth erupted in chuckles.
"Lord of the Great Ones," the Demon King taunted,
"it appears the world has erased you so completely that you're merely a specter holding onto existence after it's forsaken you."
Agaroth gripped his fist, ready to lunge ahead.
"Let me demonstrate...
the essence of absolute dominance."
In reply to the taunt, the ghostly fog surrounding Odin surged wildly as he geared up to unleash his full assault.
"We'll see how long that grin lasts on you."
Right then, the duo rushed at each other with full force...
each harnessing ruinous strength no creature in this plane could withstand.
Then...
right before impact...
both caught a noise.
A breaking sound.
A splitting crack echoed through Odin's form as fissures raced over him—
and in that split second, he knew...
his end had arrived.
Ultimately...
the Demon King's limb stabbed right through Odin's torso, bursting out the other side, while the Lord of the Great Ones couldn't halt it.
At that point, Odin let out a booming laugh.
Meanwhile, a mix of remorse, anger, and wrath warped Agaroth's features.
"It looks like... my era is drawing to a close,"
Odin stated with a broad grin, as the Demon King ground his teeth.
"Are you ridiculing me, you wretched scum?!"
Agaroth bellowed in wrath.
"Snap out of it and battle!"
"The fight is barely starting!"
The Demon King couldn't conceal his letdown.
Odin kept laughing, though, as his frame gradually crumbled.
"Heed my warning, Demon King,"
he uttered, killing rage bursting forth from him.
"You'll be the initial target."
"The very first I'll slay... upon my comeback."
Odin issued his menace as Agaroth's form quivered.
"Give it a shot," the Demon King shot back icily.
"Your destiny is utter destruction...
to be consumed by the devourer of everything."
The instant Agaroth responded...
Odin's body detonated,
unable to sustain its hold in the material realm any longer.
Still, he bequeathed a vow...
of his inevitable return.
For a brief while, the Demon King stood motionless,
his face plainly showing dismay.
Maskeith, on the other hand, uttered not a word.
Shortly thereafter, he dissolved his Realm of Life and Death.
In the final tally, no winner emerged...
nor any loser.
Though Odin started with the upper hand,
he failed to deal true harm to the Demon King.
Similarly, Odin had retained his fight...
compelling their ultimate clash to be delayed.
Yet Maskeith couldn't shake the question...
what compelled the Great Ones to assault Helmond so viciously?
The Demon World bore massive ruin from the conflict.
The casualties were horrifying—
all stemming from the monsters' showdown.
It was an event the world wouldn't forget...
for ages to come.
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Away from the warzone...
in a remote sector of the immense universe...
one lone figure soared onward, muttering to himself in a grave, resonant tone.
"Indeed... the Demon King proved far mightier than we expected,"
the figure remarked, his gaze shimmering with purple glow.
"Yet I accomplished the task without issue."
Evidently, he was linking minds with another...
via some form of mental link.
"I'm proceeding to the continent now.
The top warriors of the races are close to conquering the labyrinths."
"We mustn't let them uncover the Legacy of the History Scribes ahead of us."
The figure pressed on.
"No cause for concern.
Among the Great Ones, I rank second only to our lord, Odin, in strength."
"Whether it's the First of the Seven Supreme Powers...
or the First Seat of the Demons..."
"I'll handle any obstacle in my path."
The Great One asserted, directing himself to the continent.
Just then, a voice resounded from the link's far end.
"Stay vigilant... and avoid failure...
Great One of Krat."
Hearing that, the Great One of Krat's form blazed with energy
before he rocketed ahead in a torrent of shadowy force.
That same night...
the First Demon, Manos, turned up slain under baffling conditions...
as the strife in the Uncharted Continent
teetered on the edge of ignition.