Chapter 182: Pointless (2/2)

He didn't know how he would do it, but he would not allow this attack to fall. His determination bore forth results as his innate Ability had broken his Spatial barrier beyond its limit. His skill had once again evolved, upgrading to Universal Barrier, a supreme defense that draws in the power of the universe itself, creating a complex number of multi-layered cosmic barrier that is almost completely impervious to all types and forms of attack in the universe.

The barrier that protected him transformed and immediately shattered the attack, forcing the rift in space to close. Looking back at the only demon trio left standing, Tyler could see the shock in their faces. The most surprised one of them was the behemoth who had used the attack.

That may have been his most potent attack so perhaps it was hard for him to believe Tyler could defend against it.

His expression soon returned to normal as he moved forward a little and spoke to Tyler while chuckling. They were still a fair distance apart but the wind carried his voice clearly to Tyler's ears.

”Fufufu... That was Impressive, truly, impressive. It has been a while since I last met an opponent at your level. Even amongst them, not many could stop that last attack with even breaking a sweat.”

”...”

”I suppose we haven't yet been introduced, although I'm sure you know who I am don't you.”

Tyler slightly tilted his head at the demon that seem to be moving his mouth for some reason and Mammon took it as a response.

”Of course you do. A behemoth of your level and intellect has sure gathered quite a bit of information about the Seven Primordial Behemoths. But I'll introduce myself anyway. I am called Mammon, the Behemoth of Greed.”

He made a slight bow that did not carry any hint of politeness but seem to demean his opponent as he awaited Tyler's response.

”What's wrong can't speak? Oh right, I guess you must be angry about your comrades right? How amusing. Still, you've killed more of my men than I have tours so let's call it even.” Seeing neither Tyler nor the Dark Garuda makes any further movements, he judged he had garnered their attention as he signaled for his remaining generals to step back while he took a step forward.

”Say, I have a proposal for you. Why don't you join me? You're plenty strong and I could use a few more generals after this. With your level, you could easily be my second in command. What do you say.”

He had a smile on his face as he proposed that to Tyler while casually approaching him.

”Oh before you reply, you should know that the last skill I use was not my strongest. I also have hundreds more at that level, not even your absolute defense can withstand that many attacks am I right?”

He spoke confidently as though he had grasped a secret. Perhaps he had been able to tell that Tyler had burned through a lot of mana by simply stopping his Astra smite and was confident he wouldn't be able to keep using such a skill. After all, if it came down to a battle of mana reserves, he was confident he wouldn't lose.

With his hands in his pocket, he stopped a few meters away from Tyler as he awaited his response. His illusionary book had already flipped to a certain page to contain a skill he deemed perfect for this situation as well as an empty or blank page in case this behemoth chose wrongly and tried something foolish.

He smiled warmly at Tyler but his aura was immediately unleashed and encompassed the entire castle in a domineering wave that was accompanied by a silent huddled killing intent that would be able to cripple most below a certain level.

”Pointless.”

”Huh?” A sudden and unexpected reply from the behemoth that had kept silent the entire time as he just boldly stared at him. Although he had an inkling, he still wanted to clarify what this demon meant before he took any drastic actions and was just about to ask what he meant when he suddenly spoke again.

”There's no point in speaking with vermins. Besides, you'll be dead soon anyway.”

Without even waiting for his words to sink into Mammon's head as though he had only been speaking to the wind. He stretched out an arm and pointed his index finger at him, instantly casting a spell.

”FireBall.”

A massive ball of flames gathered in front of his index finger as it rapidly grew larger and larger in mere seconds, steadily changing color from a reddish yellow to a whitish blue as the temperature around the castle rapidly rose without limit.

With a thought, the bus-sized ball of flames was launched at the stunned Mammon, crossing the distance in less than a second as the sheer heat it emitted, melted the ground it flew by.