Fantasy Library.

Chapter 467 will remain unchanged.

With Aize's current strength, even if he were to use a Hado technique around number 30, its power would be astonishing.

Even without chanting, and with less power than when fully chanted, this Azure Fire Drop still looked like a giant fireball exploding in mid-air, turning the azure flames into a sea of ​​fire.

The blast not only struck the side of the Foundation Gate, shattering countless panes of glass, but also knocked down countless green plants on the ground, causing the already riddled plaza and the surrounding trees to beautify the area, uprooting them one after another.

That scene made one wonder if a nuclear bomb had exploded in mid-air; the power was terrifying.

Iblisbelle, who was directly hit by the Azure Flame Fall, managed to resist the flames on the spot thanks to his powerful magic. However, his body was still tattered and charred, and his skin was in a hideous, festering state.

"hateful……!"

Iblisbell's magical wings could no longer be maintained, and he fell to the ground, rolling several times. His disheveled state made his strong sense of pride prompt him to curse aloud.

Seeing Iblisbell like this, Aize reached out again, curled his fingers, and prepared to use the fourth Hado White Lightning to finish off his opponent.

“Haaaaaaaaa…!”

Just as lightning crackled at Aize's fingertips, a shout came from behind him.

Then, Yalador, whose body was also tattered but protected by sword armor and who did not seem to have suffered any serious injuries, charged forward.

He broke free from the two alien monsters, broke through the dust, and moved with the speed of the wind, swinging his fist covered in blades at Aize, who was right in front of him.

"Bang!!!"

An explosive blast of air swept up the ground, blowing away the floorboards and exposing the rock layers.

Arador's sudden, sharp punch was caught by Aze's punch as he turned around abruptly. The two fists collided, not only creating a violent shockwave but also sparking.

Upon closer inspection, astonishing magical power erupted from the tips of their fists, as violent as lightning.

"...This time, is it going to directly take the attack from the familiar that's enveloping my entire body with my bare flesh?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Yalador's forehead, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face as he spoke.

"He really is a monster."

Familiars are essentially condensations of magic power, and physical means are basically useless against them except for using magic power of equal strength to counteract them.

Furthermore, the destructive power of familiars is extremely astonishing. The familiars of the old generation of vampires were already capable of burning down a village. The familiars of vampires like Arlador, who are second only to the True Ancestors, can easily destroy cities and islands. Logically speaking, if a mortal body were to take the hit, there should only be one possible outcome.

That means they vanished on the spot, leaving not even a scrap of flesh behind.

But Aize managed to withstand an attack from the familiar that covered Arador's entire body with just his bare hands. What else could he be but a monster?
Arador had no idea that if his attack hadn't carried physical force, Azer wouldn't have even needed to take it.

With a curse resistance strong enough to completely ignore even low-intensity divine power, Azer was even able to slap away a True Ancestor-level familiar, let alone the familiar of Aradoll, who hadn't even reached the True Ancestor level yet.

It can be said that Azer's body itself is a powerful weapon. Not only is it incredibly strong, but the curse resistance formed by absorbing the power of the disobedient gods multiple times allows him to ignore almost all superpowers in the world. Only pure physical attacks can threaten him.

Even worse, only attacks capable of cutting through space, such as the Six-Type Heavy Armored Demon-Slaying Bow, the Hundred-Type Heavy Armored Demon-Slaying Blade, and the Ardaur's Arrogant One, could possibly harm him.

After all, Azer's body is already protected by the power of steel; without an attack that can easily cut through steel, it might not even be able to break through his skin.

Compared to him, even among the demons, the physical strength of orcs, who were considered superior, was utterly weak.

So when Azer threw his second punch, which slammed into Arador's chest like a mortar shell, Arador's armor shattered instantly.

"Goo-ah...!"

Yalador coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into a building in the distance.

"Aha!"

As the building collapsed with a deafening roar, kicking up thick dust, another person attacked from behind Aize.

Iblisbell gathered his magic into his fist, his eyes wide with rage, and roared as he threw a punch that slammed into Aize's raised arm.

"Oh!"

In the explosive shockwave, Aize's figure was thrown backward a distance, plowing up the ground beneath his feet.

However, the next second, Aize's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared in front of Iblisbelle, throwing a punch that hit him in the abdomen before he could react.

"puff!"

Iblisbell, just like Yalador, was sent flying, coughing up blood. He crashed into the fountain in the square, smashed several stone sculptures that were placed there as decorations, and finally crashed into a stone pillar, breaking it in two.

On the ravaged plaza, the enemy was instantly defeated by Aize in the blink of an eye, leaving him standing alone with a terrifyingly calm expression, as if the two figures blocking his way were not powerful figures from the War King Domain and the Extinction Dynasty, world-class experts second only to the three True Ancestors, but two criminals like Immortal Yuma who were not worthy of being mentioned.

Under these circumstances, the familiars summoned by Arador and Iblisbell were also defeated, disappearing one after another under the siege of the divine beasts summoned by Azer, leaving only a massive surge of magical energy.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight. It shines down from the sky, illuminating the entire Itogami Island, filling the Eye of Horus in Azeroth with the power of the moon, and amplifying the power of the Demon King several times over.

The divine beasts he summoned were all of a type with special abilities, either invulnerable to swords and spears or extremely poisonous, and were famous beings even in Greek mythology. Now that they had been enhanced several times over out of thin air, they were naturally not afraid of these familiars that were not even at the True Ancestor level.

Even Vatra had to fuse at least three familiars to summon a fused familiar that could suppress Azer's divine beast. How could Arador and Iblisbell possibly suppress the divine beast summoned by Azer?
If Azer's divine beasts hadn't been enhanced by the Eye of Horus, or didn't possess those strange and unique abilities, then it would have been possible. But now, it's definitely impossible, not to mention that the number of divine beasts Azer summons is far greater than the number of familiars summoned by Bialador and Iblisbell together.

Having gained an advantage in quantity and suppressed quality, the outcome is self-evident.

If Aize hadn't been somewhat restrained, worried that he might accidentally sink the artificial island, which was less than 200 square kilometers in size, the battle would have ended much sooner.

Having thus eliminated the two obstacles, Azer didn't even bother to glance at Arador and Iblisbelle. He immediately activated the Resonance, piercing through space and moving towards the top level of the Foundation Gate. The divine beasts he summoned roared in victory and disappeared into the moonlight, bidding farewell to their master.

And all of this was beyond the control of Yalador and Iblisbell.

No, I should say...

"Were we let off the hook?"

Lying amidst a pile of building debris, covered in blood, Yalador gave a bitter smile.

"If he didn't have something else he cared about, we might already be dead, right?"

Yalador's muttering to himself was met with a suppressed laugh.

"Neither I nor you are a threat to that person, right? Otherwise, we wouldn't have been let off so easily!"

Golden mist rose up, revealing a blond, handsome man in a white suit.

“Vatra…” Yalador tried to get up, but found he couldn’t, so he gave up and let his body regenerate. With a displeased look on his face, he said, “You, have you been watching the whole time?”

“Yes, I witnessed your reckless challenge with His Highness Iblisbelle firsthand.” Vatra showed no respect for his colleague and laughed merrily, “Since the old man has already entrusted this task to you, I naturally will not presume to challenge him again.”

"...What a surprise." Yalador said without hiding his displeasure, "To hear such words of retreat from the mouth of a battle maniac like you, is the sun going to rise in the west?"

“That’s a really harsh thing to say. Even I can tell who can be my opponent and who shouldn’t be challenged recklessly. Otherwise, I would have already raised the flag of rebellion against the old man.” Vatra put his hands in his pockets and laughed. “Besides, even if I had been there, the outcome of that battle just now wouldn’t have changed.”

"After all, that person's ease was so obvious that it was practically telling us that he wasn't using his full strength at all."

"I even doubt whether the three of us together would be able to satisfy him."

"Therefore, I will not take the initiative to attack him again until I have accumulated enough power and see a glimmer of hope to defeat him. This is probably one of the reasons why he showed me his power last time, right?"

Despite saying such things, Vatra showed no resentment or dissatisfaction whatsoever; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased.

"...That guy is a big variable."

Yalador's injuries had almost completely healed, allowing him to stand up despite the pain and say something with a serious expression.

"Although he only awakened in modern times, and even only recently awakened his power, he truly deserves to be a figure from the mythical era before the descent of the Heavenly Division. If we really want to be precise, even the True Ancestor to whom we serve was born after him."

The three True Ancestors and the Heavenly Department were figures from the same era. The mythological era before the arrival of the Heavenly Department was naturally an era that the True Ancestors could not reach.

“He is more ancient and more mysterious than our ancestors. No one knows how many mythical creatures he has raised in his body, or how terrifying they are.”

Yalador's words made Vatra shrug.

"At least I can tell you that those magical beasts were definitely not his trump card."

"Don't forget, the world's strongest magical beast, which disappeared completely four years ago, is still sleeping inside him."

"besides……"

A strange light flickered in Vatra's eyes as he uttered these words.

"The hundred-headed giant who shattered my Ananda (the primordial serpent) with a single blow has not yet uttered his cry."

Vatra's words caused Yalador's expression to change.

He almost forgot that the biggest reason why the one who earned the title of King of Warcraft and was recognized by the world as being comparable to, or even more terrifying than, the True Ancestor was the Hundred-Headed Giant who had only shown his face once in this world, yet had silenced everyone in the world.

Yalador had seen some images and was deeply impressed by the figure that blotted out the sky and stood tall, capable of squeezing Ananda (the primordial serpent), who was hundreds of meters tall, with just a wave of his hand and crushing him like an ant.

It can be said that the many divine beasts summoned by Azer, even with the blessing of the Eye of Horus, were nothing special in the eyes of the True Ancestors and were not enough to make them take them seriously, but the hundred-headed giant was different.

After all, Leviathan is generally considered to be X-level dangerous, while Typhon is considered to be even more dangerous at the Whispering Gardens round table meeting.

Leviathan alone is an existence that requires the True Ancestors to be truly powerful to deal with. Multiple True Ancestor-level familiars must be dispatched to contend with it. Typhon, whose danger level is even higher than Leviathan, must be even stronger.

This is why people believe that Azer might be even above the True Ancestors.

Recalling that colossal shadow, and then recalling how Azer had easily defeated him and Iblisbelle without even summoning that terrifying being, Arador made a decision.

"I will report to the War King and do my best to prevent him from clashing with the King of Monsters."

Yalador has decided to risk everything to remonstrate with the authorities.

Otherwise, given the True Ancestors' penchant for creating chaos and their tendency to seek pleasure, he was genuinely afraid that one day the other side would deliberately cross Aize's bottom line and fight to the death.

At that time, the War King's Domain will be finished.

"Don't worry, the old man will listen to advice. After all, he was the initiator of the Holy Domain Treaty, and no one wants to maintain the current balance and peace more than him." Vatra said with a half-smile, "The one from the Extinction Dynasty should also try to keep the peace, since he doesn't really like going out."

"As for that one from the Chaos Realm..."

Vatra raised his head, looked at the top of the Keystone Gate, and spoke while smiling.

"Let her learn from this herself."

(End of this chapter)