THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 772 Agaroth vs Odin (2)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The whole of Helmond surged upward while Odin stretched out one arm.
Next, using his free hand, the ruler among the Great Ones aimed toward the heavens...
and the heavens themselves came crashing down onto Agaroth.
The vast expanse above turned into a massive wave of ruin,
unleashed fully against the Demon King's crown.
That one move triggered a devastating quake that altered every inch of Helmond's landscape,
prompting terrified shrieks from demons across the realm.
Even so...
after an assault never seen before...
the Demon King materialized in front of Odin once more,
showing no signs of harm whatsoever.
Agaroth burst into booming laughter amid the mounting pressure surrounding him.
"I see you still cling to your bizarre tricks, you filthy thing,"
he declared, pressing his palms together to release a surging flood of immense might.
Within a mere instant, the Demon King fused:
Shadow Power
Dark Soul
Death Soul
Three reality-shattering techniques...
blended into one devastating strike...
hurled straight toward Odin.
Facing that endless void and accursed energy...
Odin refused to retreat even an inch.
He stood firm as the shadows engulfed him entirely.
The emptiness expanded wildly from the immense aura Agaroth had let loose,
until the pale heavens above turned utterly dark.
Nevertheless...
from the heart of that blackness... Odin stepped forth unharmed.
"There is no value in your pitiful struggle, Demon King,"
Odin stated with his usual haughty, detached voice... as if the figure opposite was merely an insignificant foe.
"Your attacks will never reach me, no matter how hard you try."
Agaroth showed no sign of faltering.
On the contrary, he unleashed a tremendous surge of aura that rattled the entirety of Helmond.
"We'll see about that."
The Demon King bellowed.
His form erupted again...
producing scores of duplicates.
Each one circled Odin, enclosing him from all sides.
Through specific triggers, Agaroth activated the Soul of Reincarnation at full strength,
ensuring no duplicate sacrificed even a sliver of its potency.
Therefore, the replicas cornered Odin and struck all at once.
Every duplicate deployed at minimum one reality-shattering skill.
Some channeled Soul Power.
Others wielded completely distinct powers.
A number of them reshaped themselves...
contorting into horrific, infernal forms ripped from the depths of nightmare.
All of that...
every bit of the insanity...
was directed at Odin from every angle.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The Demon King's zone of devastation...
the immense, apocalyptic might he had set free...
produced results too dreadful to fathom.
A calamity in the truest sense.
The top-tier demons rushed in, pouring out all their reserves,
frantically working to curb the ruin and spare Helmond from total obliteration.
Blasts chained endlessly,
like the simultaneous detonation of countless atomic bombs.
In the midst of such carnage...
Odin reached out, his features contorting into a savage grimace.
"Allow me to return the favor, Demon King!"
With one effortless motion.
every bit of ruin and assault Agaroth had thrown
got pulled into Odin's grasp,
compressing into a turbulent, rainbow-hued orb of total destruction.
Afterward...
at lightning pace—
Odin drove his arm ahead, propelling that turmoil back toward Agaroth.
The swirling barrage of energy consumed several of the Demon King's duplicates in a flash,
shredding the heavens with its raw velocity.
However—
it was merely the start.
The Demon King burst through the chaos, manifesting right in Odin's path,
his punch flying with every ounce of strength he possessed.
In that exact split second...
Odin countered with his own strike.
The blows met head-on.
The fabric of space quivered.
The whole world quaked violently.
Gradually...
the Pale Devastation overpowered the Demon King's shadows.
For the very first time...
Agaroth yielded in a clash of pure might.
Odin shoved him away yet again.
As the Demon King staggered back, black flames erupted across his frame.
Still, Agaroth's gaze stayed locked on the ghostly figure ahead.
Suddenly... with zero forewarning...
Agaroth's features warped as he thrust his arm at Odin.
Right then, Odin's face shifted for the first time... upon detecting something amiss.
The energy flowing from Agaroth's limb was far from normal.
It was something utterly different.
Shadowy energy and reality-shattering skills started to intertwine...
to blend and unite fully...
giving rise to a brand-new essence.
A superior energy.
A turbulent, dominant force.
An unmatched power across the world.
Agaroth wielded that essence, directing it at Odin while thundering:
"The Purifier!"
In that split second, it seemed the portals to the underworld had ripped wide
and the horns of doomsday had blared.
That blob of annihilation grew, consuming all in its way...
heavens and ground, voids and realms, nothing spared.
A damned assault that wiped out everything without mercy...
a might no mortal should ever command.
The blow raced directly at Odin,
who lingered within his ghostly aura, shock plainly visible on his expression.
Then...
the crucial moment arrived.
The Purifier's shadows slammed into Odin,
igniting a blast surpassing all that came before.
The Purifier's momentum kept swelling outward, seeking to engulf Odin completely.
The ordeal stretched over drawn-out moments...
moments that dragged on eternally,
moments where turmoil ruled like never before.
But eventually, it concluded.
The shadows faded away.
Quietness returned.
And the outcome emerged.
Under the glaring white heavens,
over Helmond's soil ravaged without limit...
every demon fixed their eyes on one spot.
And the sole emotion gripping their souls... the only sight on their faces...
was utter hopelessness.
The Blood Sorceress and the Cannibal...
Izalith and Yosefka...
both gazed in stunned horror at the scene unfolding.
"Impossible..."
Izalith murmured.
Odin had materialized again...
untouched by any wound...
gripping a cluster of dark energy in his palms.
With a swift flick...
that blackness scattered entirely,
as if it had never been there.
"This is impossible!"
Izalith cried out, struggling to grasp it.
"That was the Purifier..."
The Blood Sorceress's mouth quivered as hopelessness overtook her.
"That was the very attack...
that killed Nameless."
Those very words sufficed to drown all demons in utter despair.