Chapter 184: Self-Reflection (2/2)

The veins on Mammon's head seems to budge as his complexion was getting redder but the second. However, Tyler didn't pay that any thought as he continued on.

”Since you seem to think you can win as long as my skills are sealed then come. I won't be using them anymore, feel free to attack me any way you can.”

Was this arrogant. Yes, indeed it was but so what. He could no longer live solely based on the principles he had set for him when he had been a lowly adventurer in the human continent. He was currently no longer there and most of all, he was no longer human and thus, needed to push everything that held him back out of his head.

He was currently responsible for a lot of lives and because he clung to being absolutely cautious and afraid, he let them down. So this fight right now would be the birthplace of his resolve. He would no longer hold himself back.

”YOU BASTARD!! How DARE YOU LOOK DOWN ON ME, I'LL KILL YOU!”

Madness flashed in the eyes of Hemei Sakaguchi, a being that had always been looked down upon by others even though he was strong. He was disgraced by his family because he didn't share their weak innate ability and even when he became a primordial, he was still looked down upon by the other primordial behemoths due to his lack of a strong physique even though his ability was the strongest of them all. Or so he was told.

Frankly speaking, he knew he had only been able to kill the former behemoth of greed due to a series of fortunate coincidences that allowed him to take advantage of the situation he had been presented with. After all, just gaining the skills of a behemoth was not enough to defeat a primordial and he was just about to learn why.

He flared up in pure rage as he used his final trump card. 36 floating weapons of light appeared all around him and his body was immediately covered in pure white armor that glowed in a divine light and emitted a pressure the likes of an actual divine being while runes of light adorned his skin.

•Divine Armament•

His final God Tier skill that served as his ultimate skill. It tremendously increases his abilities as well as completely negates magic attacks. The divine armor around him also protected his soul from direct attacks and his mind from metal attacks. It also gives him access to divine-type skills that could completely wipe out a city with ease and the floating swords around him would attack on their own with power equal to his current self.

It was truly a trump card capable of turning the tides in battle. A power strong enough to actually destroy the entire continent if that was what he wanted. With this, he had won this fight.

However—

As he lowered his head to glance at his opponent, expecting to relish in the look of terror and despair in the behemoth's face as he realizes his place was beneath him. A surprising thing occurred as he was unable to find him. The man that stood before him just a second ago was gone.

'Cowardly Bastard!'

Not wanting to let the coward escape, he instantly accelerated his thoughts in order to track down the fiend that was most definitely scared off by his immerse presence.

In this state, his skill Thought Acceleration was amplified a million times and as such he shouted to be able to locate the bastard quickly. However, as he turned his head slightly to the side, his vision was instantly filled with a fist that covered his entire field of view.

He had made a big mistake accelerating his thoughts as his body was unable to keep up with his mind and thus, he couldn't move out of the way and had to watch the fist slowly being planted on his face as a stream of pain assaulted his mind. This, however, was only the beginning of his suffering as he would then endure the next few seconds of hell for hours on end as one could not deactivate or activate a skill when they were in physical duress.

Tyler had moved in an instant and appeared before the so-called primordial behemoth as he clenched a tight fist, using the spell 'Touch of Despair' to coat his fist, he threw the punch without holding back. If it wasn't for the divine helmet he wore that protected his head, the power behind his fist was more than enough to blow off Mammon's head.

Still, the negative energy that coated his fist drove immeasurable amounts of pain directly into Hemei's brain and while his negative corruption worsened, Tyler didn't pay any attention to it and didn't even feel the pain.

He also had no intentions of just stopping after a single punch. He grasped the right hand of Mammon whose feet had left the floor and was about to shoot backward like a cannon and pulled him back towards him. Letting go almost immediately and with the same hand, another punch slammed into the exact same spot in Mammon's face.

Not satisfied yet, he chased after his punching bag who was sent flying once more and as he easily kept up with the flying body, blows after blows in a furious combo attack that made it seem like he was spamming buttons on the controller of an older fighting game. Tyler completely disfigured the handsome face of Hemei and his punches rapidly shattered the so-called divine armament.

Mammon's two remaining generals that stood at the side anxiously observing their master and hoping he would win, had been unable to follow Tyler's movements and hadn't even seen what had happened before they suddenly saw the body of their master being slammed into the ground in a devastating impact that created a massive crater. His appearance was completely disfigured.

They had wanted to move in to help and Ovil had raised his wand to heal him when the Dark Garuda had suddenly appeared in front of them, his presence alone completely immobilized them as their faces went pale in despair.