Chapter 150: Crimson Lightning

[New Delhi, India]

"Wha—what the hell is going on?!"

The demon god Pisius, who had been invading this city, was furious at the current situation.

Human resistance was negligible—but suddenly, lightning poured from the sky like rain, obliterating fighter jets and warships.

Clearly not a natural phenomenon.

Magic attack. Pisius figured that out and ordered his subordinates to find the caster. Immediately, a monstrous being wielding a strange sword appeared on the ground.

He didn’t understand why the monster was attacking *them*, but Pisius commanded concentrated fire upon it.

Yet a powerful magical barrier surrounded the monster—his forces’ attacks had no effect.

Meanwhile, the demon god’s warships were being assaulted from all angles by a wide variety of magic. Pisius assumed there were allies hidden among the enemy, so he scanned the sky to identify the incoming aerial threats.

But upon closer inspection… it was just an *arm*.

Just an arm, flying through the air, wielding countless spells. Flames, water, light, darkness—warships were destroyed one after another.

"Kill that monster at all costs!"

As Pisius ordered the bombardment, Lavana was already gone. Tracking her down, he found her—riding atop a flying arm, directly above Pisius’s warship.

She leapt from the arm, summoned lightning to her sword, and slashed down at the warship.

Lightning surged from the blade—explosions ripped through the warship’s hull. Pisius screamed as the warship and he plummeted toward the ground.

The demon army of over 50,000 stationed across India slowly crumbled under the relentless, absurd assault of lightning and countless "arms."

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[Islamabad, Capital of Pakistan]

"Keep firing! Don't let them get inside at all!!"

Major Karim of Pakistan's Special Service Group (SSG) was desperately trying to hold back the enemy forces invading from the ground.

But overwhelmed by sheer numbers, the Pakistani forces were on the brink of collapse.

"Northern front has been breached, sir! We won't hold here either!"

"I know. But if we lose this position, the entire defense line collapses. We have to hold here—no matter what!"

As the Pakistani troops were cornered, a sudden blinding flash made Karim's eyes water. Straining to open them, he saw a giant standing before him.

A thirty-meter-tall iron giant. Something straight out of rumors—supposedly appearing in America, a monstrous anomaly.

"This… this is definitely not gonna work…"

A wave of despair washed over the soldiers, but then something odd hit them.

The giant was facing the enemy, not them. Worse—enemy troops were screaming, charging the giant head-on.

The giant moved with surprising speed for its size, kicking soldiers aside, hurling armored vehicles like toys.

"Is… is it on our side…!?"

Karim couldn’t process it. But he knew he couldn’t miss this chance.

"Follow that giant! Full frontal assault!!"

For the first time in ages, the Pakistani soldiers turned the tide. The giant in front swung its arm, sweeping aside ten enemy soldiers at once, sending them flying.

A mechanical beast like a tiger lunged at the giant, but the giant seized it and slammed it into the ground. Pakistani troops surged forward, pouring fire into the enemy ranks.

The enemy soldiers fall when hit by bullets—nothing unusual there, so Kairum and the others charge forward without hesitation—

Gan! The massive sound stops the giant dead in its tracks.

I leaned in, curious, and there—right under the giant’s fist—was a man. Not one of the enemy soldiers I’d seen before. A tall man in silver armor.

...Don't get cocky now!

The man grabbed the giant’s fist and flung it with all his might.

The giant crashes to the ground with a deafening impact, back first. Dazed, the giant doesn’t move for a few seconds—must’ve taken real damage.

The man in armor raises his hand—then a shell streaks from the warship waiting in the rear. It hits the giant, explodes, and stops its legs dead.

"Listen, humans! I'm General Epimetheus, the god in charge of conquering this land. I'm holding back for now—just for fun. Surrender already! Stop resisting!!"

The man in armor's voice echoes straight into my head.

The Pakistani soldiers’ morale had already tanked… then a shout came from behind the enemy lines. Suddenly, enemy troops were flung upward like waves crashing into the sky.

What’s all the fuss about!?

A shadow fell across Epimetheus’s face as he turned around. There, in front of him, stood a massive blue demon. It stood with legs apart, wielding a thick golden club.

What the hell is this thing?

Seeing the demon raise its iron club, Epimetheus let out a dry laugh. Challenging him to a strength contest—him, the second strongest among the divine generals, after Ares—was just plain ridiculous.

I blocked the demon’s swinging iron club with my own hammer. Instantly, my feet sank into the ground—the club dug into my shoulder.

'W-what!?'

The fact that the blue demon had only one arm while he was being crushed by both of his own arms—Epimetheus couldn’t even begin to believe it.

He strained with all his might, but the demon’s left hand clamped down on his head like a vice.

Lifted upward, his legs flailed helplessly—no way to break free. In that moment, the metal giant rose again, kicking aside enemy soldiers as it advanced.

“C-crap! Let go, you damn monster!!”

Before Epimetheus’s frantic struggles, the demon seemed to smirk. Slowly, the grip on his head tightened…

“Ah… gah… stop… please…!”

In an instant, the demon crushed his head.

The limp corpse of Epimetheus received no further attention. The demon turned, joining the advancing giant in wiping out the enemy forces ahead.

Kareem and the Pakistani soldiers, watching the scene, felt a flicker of dread—then surged forward, chasing the giant and the blue demon, launching attacks into the disoriented enemy ranks.

On the ground, the Pakistani forces would achieve an unexpected victory.

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“Huh? Where the hell am I…?”

“What the hell is this guy?! Just popped out of thin air!”

“Ooh… look at all the food here!”

Agalirepto, summoned right in the middle of the demon army’s ground forces deployed across Mongolia, erupted in joy at the sight of so many humans.

“Ah… finally out of that place… looks like I can eat now… I never believed in gods, but still… thanks, I guess.”

“FIRE!!!”

Riddled with bullets, Agalirepto didn’t flinch. If anything, it felt like a pleasant buzz.

He gave a casual wave of his arm—and hundreds of soldiers around him lost their heads.

Bodies without heads spewed blood, turning the entire area into a sea of crimson.

'Hyaah-hah-hah! So much fun, so much fun!'

After devouring a few, he zeroed in on the army spread across the ground. Swinging his sword made of blood, armored vehicles, mechanical beasts, warships—all split clean in two.

Repeating his playful slaughter—

'Heh, smells delicious...'

Agalirepto approached the warship ahead. There was fierce resistance, but it didn’t matter to him.

He tore the warship apart, leaving no one alive.

'Just as I thought...'

Inside was a single demon. Covered in blood, he drew his sword and fought back.

'Who the hell are you!? This army was entrusted to me by the Demon God King! You can't—'

Before the demon could finish, Agalirepto extended a thread of blood, sucking every last drop from him.

'Ah... agh... like this...'

The demon shriveled before his eyes, collapsing into death in an instant.

'Aah, just like I said—demon blood is delicious~'

After clearing out most of the ground forces, he looked up.

'Food floating in the sky. Perfect for filling my belly.'

He floated upward, soaring through the air at high speed.

Just a light swing of his sword—warships hundreds of meters away split in two. Continuing to slash mid-flight, warships and fighter jets kept splitting apart, exploding one after another.

A red mist drifted around Agalirepto.

'What the hell is that?'

From the warship’s perspective, it looked like red lightning streaking across the sky, moving and detonating nearby warships as it went.

He didn’t know what it was, couldn’t stop it—nothing could.

The Crimson Demon God (Agalirepto) caught sight of dozens of approaching fighter jets at the corner of her eye, and with glee, lunged straight into the flight formation, unleashing scorching magic.

The sky turned crimson. Warships overheating from abnormal heat exploded one after another.

The warships, packed so tightly in the sky they nearly touched, were rapidly diminishing in number. If a demon god was inside any of them, she’d drag it out and devour it.

To Agalirepto, this was nothing but child’s play.

Just as she was about to pounce on more warships— *BAM!*—something hit her.

‘Huh? What the hell was that?’

Closer inspection revealed a transparent membrane-like barrier, blocking her path. And there, on the warship’s deck, stood a man.

Agalirepto recognized him.

‘Aaaah… nostalgic. Still alive, Okeanos?!’

‘A demon god who should’ve died… what the hell are you doing here?!’

High above the warship, massive clumps of water floated in the air. From them, water streamed down, forming a magical water barrier.

‘I won’t let you pass.’

‘Huh? Scared of meeting the Demon God King, are you?’

‘Preposterous! No matter how many times you challenge the “Wang,” the outcome is always the same. You know that better than anyone.’

‘How the hell am I supposed to know unless I try?!’

Agalirepto forced her way through the barrier. But the seawater above poured down in overwhelming torrents, swallowing the crimson demon god whole.

A massive sphere—impossible to escape. A watery prison.

‘Useless. My 【Current Control】 barrier is unbreakable—even you can’t escape. Just stay put.’

When Okeanos was certain of his victory, the demon god inside the watery prison let out a faint laugh. The water around him turned crimson, boiling violently.

Then, the water exploded—out surged a demon god wreathed in flames.

“What… what is this!?”

“HAHAHAHA! What’s wrong, huh? Scared?”

“That firepower… you stole Hyperion’s 【Favor of the Flame Emperor】!?”

“Hmm… I don’t even remember little bugs like you.”

“You… you blasphemous demon…”

Okeanos raised a hand. From the swirling seawater above, spears of water shot out in endless layers.

The water spears pierced Agarirepto—but dissipated into red mist, doing no damage.

The crimson demon god dissolved into the mist, vanishing completely.

“Y-you… where’d you go!?”

Okeanos felt a heavy impact in his body. Slowly, he looked down. A blood-red arm was sticking out from his abdomen.

“…gah!? …K-K-sama…!?”

“Whaddya think? Air’s flowing much better now, huh? Hya-ha-ha-ha!”

Countless red threads wrapped around Okeanos’s body, draining every drop of blood. He’d already looked old—but now he withered further, shriveling like dried-up wood.

“…a… ugh…”

“I’ll take your power, too. Appreciate it.”

Okeanos’s body crumbled apart, turning to ash, scattered by the wind.

“Now then… where’s my beloved…?”

Agarirepto shot through the sky once more, a streak of red lightning.

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On the thick, floating fortress—so like a flying castle—stood a single man, motionless, quiet, atop the wall.

The man looked down at the ground, recognizing that the demon army was slowly dwindling. An unexpected turn of events—something even he hadn’t foreseen.

Yet the man in golden armor smiled, somehow amused.

‘Fufu… isn’t this interesting?’

Demon God King Ezekiel Uranos

Demon Race Lv11,281