THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 774 Agaroth vs Odin (4)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The duo clashed like wild beasts,
shaking the earth with relentless tremors.
From a distance...
nobody dared to step in.
All that was left for them...
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 full severity of the crisis.
But then she went quiet all of a sudden.
An eerie presence loomed right behind her.
"Indeed... monsters like these can't be permitted to battle without limits.
They are entities unfit for this realm."
A profound, elderly voice rang out 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 hands folded serenely behind him.
His sharp blue eyes locked onto the fierce duel between Agaroth and Odin
while he advanced with measured steps.
"You... from the Dukedom of Hell...
Maskeith..."
Izalith murmured his name softly.
Maskeith ignored her completely.
"This territory has endured plenty,"
he murmured softly.
"Don't damage it any more than you already have."
Maskeith stretched out both arms...
one blazing with white energy,
the other with dark.
"Maskeith commands life and death:
The Realm Between Worlds."
He uttered the words...
and unleashed his might.
A surge of bizarre energy swiftly covered the Demon King and Odin,
trapping them in a secluded dimension where just the pair...
and Maskeith...
lingered.
Once they sensed the shift, the fighters pulled back at once and faced the elder.
In that instant, Odin's gaze ignited.
"You... this energy...
a servant of the First Author?"
Odin identified him right away.
Maskeith inclined his head slightly, pressing a hand to his chest.
"It's a privilege to be known by the Pale Devastation in person."
Confined in Maskeith's sphere of life and death...
Helmond was secure at last.
At the very least...
for the moment.
"Why are you aligning with the Demon King?"
Odin snarled in fury.
"Are you defying me, even after grasping my significance?"
Maskeith stayed utterly composed.
"My apologies, my lord," he answered steadily,
"yet I side with the mightier force."
Without pause, he proclaimed:
"And the most powerful one present...
is the Demon King—
and none other."
With that statement, Odin's face grew stormy.
Maskeith's remark struck like a direct slight.
On the other side, Agaroth erupted in chuckles.
"Lord of the Great Ones," the Demon King taunted,
"it appears the realm has erased you so completely that you're merely a specter holding on after life forsook you."
Agaroth gripped his fist tight, ready to lunge ahead.
"Let me demonstrate...
the real essence of absolute dominance."
To counter the taunt, the ghostly fog encircling 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 pair rushed at each other with full force...
each harnessing devastating force that no creature in this plane could withstand.
Then...
right before impact...
both caught a noise.
A breaking sound.
A splitting echo coursed through Odin's form as cracks 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 rear, while the Lord of the Great Ones couldn't halt it at all.
At that point, Odin let out a booming laugh.
Meanwhile, a mix of remorse, irritation, and wrath contorted 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 anger.
"Get a grip and battle!"
"The fight's barely started!"
The Demon King failed to conceal his letdown.
Odin kept laughing, though, as his frame gradually crumbled.
"Heed my warning, Demon King,"
he warned, a surge of killing intent bursting forth.
"You'll be the initial target."
"The very first I'll slay... when I come back."
Odin issued his menace as Agaroth's frame shook.
"Give it a shot," the Demon King shot back icily.
"Your end will be total destruction...
swallowed by the devourer of everything."
As soon as Agaroth responded...
Odin's form detonated,
unable to hold its shape in the material realm any longer.
Still, he issued a vow...
of his inevitable comeback.
For an instant, the Demon King stayed rooted,
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 analysis, no winner emerged...
nor any loser.
Though Odin started with the upper hand,
he couldn't land any true harm on the Demon King.
Similarly, Odin had remained fit to continue...
delaying their ultimate clash.
Nevertheless, Maskeith couldn't shake the question...
of what pushed the Great Ones to assault Helmond so fiercely?
The Demon World faced massive ruin from the conflict.
The casualties were horrifying—
all sparked by the monsters' showdown.
It became 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 endless 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 noted, his gaze shimmering with purple radiance.
"Yet I fulfilled the task without issue."
It was obvious he was linking minds with another...
via a form of mental communication.
"I'm proceeding to the continent now.
The top warriors of the races are close to cracking 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.
I'm the top among the Great Ones besides our leader, Odin."
"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 his course to the continent.
Just then, a voice resounded from the link's far end.
"Stay vigilant... and don't falter...
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.
On that same night...
the First Demon, Manos, turned up slain in baffling conditions...
as the strife on the Uncharted Continent
teetered on the edge of ignition.