Chapter 185: A Demon’s True Form (2/2)
”Mmm... so after all that he just ended up becoming a savage beast huh. Disappointing.”
Those casual words were spoken from the person next to her but the only person that should've been standing there was Ovil. So why would he say something so out of character? Her mind told her not to turn around and just pretend like she hadn't heard it, perhaps things would go their way if she just didn't look but her head had already turned to face the person before her mind had even completed that thought.
Her eyes went wide.
The behemoth that was being pummeled by Mammon stood next to her without even so much as a scratch on him as he coldly stared at the beast-like Mammon that was still in the midst of this roughly giving him a beating. Or what should be him at the very least?
Her head turned hesitantly at the figure on the ground that Mammon was happily raining down his fist upon. Her eyes glowed as she used a spell, 'Eyes of the Arcane Witch.' Her eyes then easily broke through the illusion as she now saw Ovil there, already dead after receiving countless punches from a full-powered Mammon whose strength way surpassed the limits of his defenses.
'When did he?'
She had no idea how or when the behemoth had switched places with Ovil while also using an illusion to make him appear as himself. That was something someone like Mammon should've noticed but because he had been driven mad by rage, he had ended up quite literally beating his own general to death. She almost threw up in her mouth but struggled to remain calm.
The behemoth next to her just quietly watched the scene unfold for a while before reaching into space and pulling out a weapon. It was a ones sided blade that radiated insanely dense mana that instantly calmed her mind which only served to terrify her even more.
His cold gaze was then directed at her and a thrill of terror assaulted her very being. Her mind instantly went blank and she could no longer control her bladder.
”I'll ask you to run but...”
His gaze then drifted to the Dark Garuda and then back to her as he finished his thoughts.
”...I doubt you'll get very far.”
With those words that seemed to pronounce her doom, he walked away and just by the excited glaze of the Garuda. Her mind could no longer handle so much at once as she immediately passed out.
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Tyler headed back into the battle after using spatial Manipulation to switch places with the child general the moment Mammon had charged at him. He now moved to end this fight once and for all as his opponent had already lost most of his senses and thus was worse than trash.
”Gwahahaha... Die! Die! Die! I am the strongest! The rightful king! Don't you dare look down on me!”
The demon known formerly as Mammon spouted such nonsense as he kept pummeling his own general— who by the way was already dead. Tyler had already dispelled his illusion but Mammon had failed to notice it. He hadn't even used spatial manipulation to distort the perception of his illusion in order to make it stronger and yet Mammon had still fallen for it. This shows his lack of control and intellect in this form.
A demon's true form was hard to control. It was easy to get drunk on the raw power and chaos of one's own mana flow and thus was not suitable for actual combat unless one wanted to cause as much carnage as one could in their death. Although there were those that had mastered the form and may be able to use it in a fight for a few seconds before their lifeforce ran out.
However, it would seem like this demon had never had to use this form in its entire life. He must've had quite the overpowered ability that had fed its ego till this day.
Tyler stopped only a few feet from Mammon and called out to him.
”Hey, vermin. What's wrong? Were you so weak that you lost yourself to your own power? Pathetic.”
Mammon who was about to completely crush Ovil's head under his fist suddenly halted. It turned around and its eyes widened in disbelief as it turned to look at what he had been beating all this time only to grit his teeth.
”How? Why? Why the FUCK won't YOU JUST DIE! I'm the one with the power. I deserve to rule. I'm the strongest! He assured me I was. Why do you even exist? This is not fair. YOU BASTARD! WHY THE FUCK WON'T YOU JUST LET ME KILL YOU.”
Like a volcano, his rage erupted from the depths of his heart as he cried in both frustrations and pain. He gathered all its remaining energy into his palm and in a desperate attempt at the victory that kept eluding him, he shot a massive beam of corrupted energy at Tyler.
Wielding his sword in his right, Tyler stretched forth his left hand to stop the beam. However, the beam was mixed with chaos energy and negative energy, and thus, since his left arm had been so badly corrupted. The massive beam had easily destroyed it.