Chapter 1006 Surtur Strikes!

Chapter 1006 Surtur Strikes!

"Hahaha! Filthy demons, how does it feel to die under the hand of my babies?!" Nightwalker roared with bloodshot eyes.

The demons below couldn't respond as they were being ripped apart, sliced, devoured and disintegrated by the multitudes of apocalypses which only became stronger with each kill and replenished their spent energy.

Misery and AP, who were watching and assisting from the side, felt a chill in their hearts. They shared an uncertain look and commented.

"Maybe… we shouldn't bully Night so much in the future?"

"Ehh… I never thought he'd have so much pent-up anger. Poor demons."

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Well, there was a reason a fine gentleman like Nightwalker wanted to devour a red flag command center like Bella without even leaving bones behind. How could one who dined in red flags be free of them?

pǎпdǎ Йᴏνê1,сòМ Shadowheart glanced to the side and then focused on conducting the overall siege. His expression darkened slightly when he saw that Rank 6 demons were dispatched and his eyes narrowed.

The Rank 6 Demons immediately clashed with the apocalypses and easily held them at bay while regrouping the remaining demons to fight back. With their help, it seemed like they would be able to withstand this wave and beat back the apocalypses for sure.

A light of cruelty flashed in Shadowheart's eyes as he sneered coldly. He nodded to AP_Berzerker and Misery who were looking at him with puppy eyes and the two fellows yowled with joy once they got the confirmation.

They then turned to the demons below with a look of schadenfreude. They whipped out three Demon Crystals of the Uncommon grade each, and tossed them down like they were giving money to a whore.

"THARRR SHE BLOOWSSS!" AP roared as the crystals hurtled downwards toward the Rank 6 demons.

At their level, their senses were extremely sharp. All of them, regardless of their power, upbringing, or personalities, feel their skins crawl as a sense of death and agony washed over them from head to toe.

Some of the weaker ones even started screaming like they were already dead. Misery and AP had sick expressions of enjoyment while Nightwalker immediately sobered up from his craze when he saw the Demon Crystals flying down.

He, along with Shadowheart and Elle, quickly fled with their maximum speed. As for the crazy Misery and AP, they stood there and opened their arms, shouting:

"ART IS AN EXPLOSION!!"

KRAKOOOOOOOOOMMM!!

A terrible explosion occurred where the demon crystals fell, energizing with each other to form mushroom clouds that linked with each other. The shockwave alone blew the fortifications in the core fortress of King Surtur apart, looking like a nuke had just dropped.

As for Misery and AP, the skin was directly torn off their bones as their carcasses where sent flying so fast they even passed Shadowheart, Elle, and Nightwalker, and caused a crater in front of them.

Shadowheart was exasperated as he pointed at their bodies which had a sliver of life despite being in such a bad situation.

Ouroboros bit his tail and began to spin rapidly, switching his energy generation from bloodline to life force, directly pouring vitality into the bodies of Misery and AP without even using any system-related abilities.

The two carcasses began to recover immediately, regaining their fresh and healthy skin. Immediately, they jumped out of the pits they had created and laughed uproariously.

"That was amazing! Gosh, how much expo did we get from these kills?" AP shouted excitedly.

Misery checked and rolled his eyes. "Stingy AI, it didn't count those kills as ours! Not only that, we didn't get the double exp multiplier for  killing demons!"

Nightwalker chuckled. "Well, that's obvious. We aren't in the middle of the Great War event where killing demons gives crazy amounts of exp. Also, my apocalypses have only been giving us minute experience despite killing so many demons."

Shadowheart nodded and approached the trio. "That's correct. Currently, the demons are treated as NPCs, not monsters, so the experience gained from them is slashed by half."

AP pouted. "Still, I want my exp! I want to hit Rank 5 before the others and then boast to them until they block me!"

Elle folded her arms and glanced at AP askance. "Hmph, one day your habit of teasing your allies to death will lead to your death!"

AP laughed and didn't seem bothered by this. "I am looking forward to it!"

Elle sighed with defeat and left the fellow to his things. Shadowheart patted her back to comfort her and then focused on the still-present mushroom cloud in the distance.

"Our mission has been accomplished. It's time to go back, I'm sure the others are waiting for us."

The other four shared a look and nodded. They had played around and bullied these demon fellows long enough, so it was time to return home and regroup with the others.

Suddenly, a deep voice spoke above them that caused their hearts to sink.

"I don't think it's fair for you to return unscathed after destroying my province, is it?"

The five looked up to see a 7-foot tall, muscular demon with two golden horns standing above them with his hands folded behind his back. His features were the most human they had seen since they came here.

He was draped on long red robes that fit him tightly, highlighting his musculature and expansive form. His gaze towards the five was filled with disdain, like a dog looking down at a fly on its fur.

｢Name: Surtur – Rank 7 Demon God

Level: 390

HP: 850,000,000,000,000/850,000,000,000,000｣

Shadowheart stepped forward and smiled. "We just came to take a look at the power of the illustrious demons who come every 100 years to raid our lands. As you can imagine, we are not very impressed."

Surtur nodded in agreement. "My minions have disgraced me. To think mere prey we toy with every millennium could do this… I will be laughed at by the other Demon kings for a long while."

Surtur then waved a hand casually as his body exploded with red energy. "However, I will be able to comfort myself but looking at your pelts when I hang them on my wall."

The ground below them split open and began to crack, spewing out great amounts of lava and hellfire. It was funny how they were in the Hell Realm of Boundless yet they hadn't seen hide nor hair of the famous fires of hell, but they now got their wish.

The group immediately dodged upwards and avoided the caustic lava and hellfire.

Nightwalker's eyes flashed and he pointed forward. A calamity portal opened up that rained magma from a Volcanic Apocalypse, clashing with the Demon King's lava eruption.

As of the hellfire, Shadowheart made a few hand movements and the fire energy within them was extracted by him, turning into a giant fireball that burned in front of him.

When he sent that fireball flying forward toward Surtur, the Demon King showed an expression of surprise. While this might have been a casual attack from him, to see it so easily resolved, and even turned back against him, made him realize that he had underestimated his foes.

Surtur causally grabbed the fireball Shadow fired and let it explode in his palm. The damage dealt to him was naturally zero points, as Shadowheart and co also casually attacked.

Without using their full power, it was impossible to harm a Rank 7 with the 3 Ranks of suppression and all that level suppression. However, as core members and more importantly, as Golden Savages, when had they ever shirked back?

Misery manifested his 7th Order power and thrust Gae Bolg forward, activating its famous causality skill.

Cause: Because I thrust my spear…

Effect: … It pierced your heart.

Reverse!

Effect: Because I pierced your heart…

Cause: … I thrust my spear.

Surtur casually stretched a hand out to block the spear, but when the causality skill landed upon him, his expression changed. Unfortunately, it was too late as Gae Bolg easily pierced his skin and blew through his heart.

Surtur immediately lost 3.5% of his total HP, which was a huge amount. His face also showed anger and a hint of fear, disbelieving that a mere Rank 4 being could possibly master such a Law that on True Gods could.

Unfortunately, Surtur did not know that the bloodlines did not fall into the category of Rank. In fact, if it was not for the AI forcefully balancing things in the background, those bloodline attacks should deal Eternal Damage.

Surtur roared and punched Misery head-on, cracking his quickly cast magic shield and sending him flying. However, he only recovered for a short while before AP appeared behind him with speed so fast that Surtur, a Demon King with insane physical stats, could barely follow.

"Ever had an axe up your arse?" AP asked in a fake British accent.

"Wha-" Surtur only had a few seconds to be confused before AP used his full strength to push the blade head of his axe as far up Surtur's backside as possible.

It didn't go far because the material of the axe was only at the Rare grade since AP was definitely not using his bloodline axes for this purpose. However, it went far enough to take away 5% of the fellow's HP in one go, mostly because of the nature of the 'intrusion' rather than AP's damage-dealing capabilities.

Surtur screamed in agony that only a fellow man could under, his manly tone becoming slightly feminine as he fundamentally lost something that could never be taken back.

Shadowheart, Misery, and Nightwalker grimaced and glared at AP who shrugged. "Talk like a bitch, get ran through like a bitch."

Surtur's eyes became bloodshot as he was filled with madness, rage, and humiliation.

"How dare you do to me what I often do to other females without their consent! I will kill you all and then subject you to the worst tortures known to demonkind!" Surtur screamed at a high pitch.

"Man, his voice has even bitched out." Misery muttered to himself with lament.

Surtur heard these words and directly coughed out a thick wad of blood. He hated this group of humans even more and swore to make them suffer terribly for their impudent actions!

"DIEEE!" Surtur bellowed with endless killing intent as he stretched his hands upwards and expended almost all the demon energy in his body.

Immediately, a hole was torn in the bleak skies of the hell realm as a giant meteor coated in lava and hellfire began to fall down from the heavens. The sheer size and speed of the thing caused the faces of the Golden Savages to change greatly.

Elle rushed forward and pushed both of her palms forward. A black stream of light flowed from her body and struck the incoming meteor, slowly spreading from the point of impact and covering the entire mass.

Elle gritted her teeth as blood leaked from her mouth and her skin began to crack to reveal withered flesh inside.

Shadowheart's expression darkened as he quickly appeared behind Elle and placed a hand on her back. Immediately, he began to pump life force into her from Ouroboros that countered her rapidly decaying form.

As for the meteors, it was soon covered by the energy Elle was putting out, which slowed their movement slightly but didn't actually make it stop.

Surtur wanted to interrupt Elle's nonsense, but was blocked by Misery, AP, and Nightwalker who clashed with him head-on, fighting brutally as they all wounded each other.

Meanwhile, Elle finally roared with power as the black energy she coated the meteor in seeped into its core and finally erupted.

The giant rock of magma and hellfire was warped into a bundle of glowing flowers that split apart in the air and fell down harmlessly like rain.

Elle fainted and slumped in Shadow's arms, the fellow himself only having eyes for her condition and not the brutal fight going on.