Chapter 329: As King Solomon, He Created Hell!!!
The invisible aura released by the young man who entered made the visiting devils feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
His sweeping gaze seemed to carry tangible weight, like a massive mountain crashing down upon them, causing some to tremble involuntarily.
Thus, a few immediately realized who this young man was—the very person they had come to test: King Solomon.
"Ophis, which of them carry your snakes?"
The young man spoke these words to the black-haired little girl he was holding by the hand.
Wait—did he just call her Ophis?
Was this the Infinite Dragon God Ophis?
Some of their expressions instantly changed.
Though they had never seen Ophis's current human form, they had heard from others that she now appeared as a black-haired girl of about eleven or twelve.
And just a few days ago, Ophis had suddenly vanished without a trace. How had she ended up here?
"Hmm, him."
The petite girl named Ophis pointed at one of the old-era devils who claimed to represent the seventy-two families of the devil world.
In the next instant, the young man made a grasping motion toward this third-generation devil, and the devil twisted and crumpled like a soda can.
Bang—!
He exploded into a mist of blood!
This scene caused the visiting devils' faces to pale drastically.
Though this devil wasn't the strongest among them, he was still a High-class Devil. Yet, he had been killed so effortlessly, without any chance to resist.
But it wasn't over—
"And this one also has my snake. He has one too, and that one…"
Following Ophis's pointing, two more devils burst apart in succession.
By the time she pointed to the third one—no, the remaining devils who carried what Ophis called "snakes"—they immediately launched a preemptive strike without hesitation.
But the young man was faster. He activated a spatial spell, isolating one devil's attack along with the devil himself.
As a result, the devil's attack, unable to escape the confined space, backfired and blew half of his body apart.
"Let me chop off your head!!!"
A bizarre shriek suddenly rang out. It was one of Diodora's followers, whose body instantly split open.
No, it was more like an outer layer of disguise tearing apart, revealing another appearance—a priest named Freed, who was wanted by the Church for stealing their Holy Swords.
Several Holy Swords were in his hands, held by three arms on his body, one of which had sprouted from his back.
But that wasn't all—his form continued to mutate, his head transforming into a dragon-like shape, turning him into a twisted monster.
He let out a strange cry as he charged toward King Solomon, brandishing three Holy Swords, while the king's spells seemed utterly ineffective against him.
To those with keen eyesight, it was clear that the priest was slicing through King Solomon's spells. In an instant, he leaped before the king, poised to behead him.
"Clang—!"
A sharp metallic screech echoed as the three Holy Swords aimed at Solomon shattered into pieces.
What had Solomon done?
Nothing. It was the blue-haired girl beside him, also wielding a Holy Sword, who had severed Freed's three blades with a force that nearly sliced through space itself.
Then, her strike arced through the air in a circular motion, and before Freed could react, his body was cleaved in two.
From the split halves of his torso, tentacle-like appendages surged forth, intertwining as if attempting to stitch his body back together.
In the next moment, countless slashes—too swift for the eye to follow—rained down, reducing his form to hundreds, no, thousands of fragments!!!
This time, there was no further movement.
"Wh-what?!"
A stunned exclamation came from a brown-haired man who had also shed his disguise. While Freed assaulted King Solomon, he had launched his own attack.
However, his assault was intercepted by mystical arts, vanishing without a trace like a stone sinking into the ocean.
"Is this the power of Beelzebub's descendant, meow? I hope it can amuse me, meow~"
With those words, the Nekomata and the brown-haired man vanished from the spot, transported to another dimension.
"W-wait, I—"
His plea for mercy was abruptly silenced as he was frozen solid.
He was one of Diodora's lackeys, also in disguise, who had attacked simultaneously with Freed's outburst.
But in an instant, he was seized by an ice monster and encased in ice.
The ice monster was, in fact, a Longinus, wielded by a sorcerer.
Just as the freezing was completed, the brown-haired man who had been taken to another dimension reappeared.
"Thought he'd be stronger, how boring, meow~"
The Nekomata looked disdainfully at the brown-haired man, whose body had been grotesquely reassembled—as if cut into pieces and haphazardly stitched back together, yet still alive.
It was a fate worse than death, horrifying the three next-generation heirs of the great families who witnessed it.
The three recognized both the frozen man and the grotesquely reassembled one.
The frozen man was Creuserey Asmodeus, a descendant of the former Satan Asmodeus.
The reassembled man was a descendant of the former Satan Beelzebub.
Both were dangerous fugitives wanted by the current devil government. How had they ended up allied with Diodora?
"Wait, I—I was forced by the two of them!"
Diodora immediately burst into tears, pleading his case, but only earned scornful looks from Seekvaira and Sairaorg.
Even Zephyrdor of the Glasya-Labolas family, who had been somewhat arrogant earlier and was about to declare his family's support, now hastily retreated several steps, distancing himself from Diodora as if they were strangers.
In truth, we were never close to begin with. My earlier behavior was simply born of irritation—a deliberate act of defiance.
Now, I was filled with regret and trembling with anxiety.
"Is that so? It just so happens I've recently developed a new spell that requires testing. If you manage to survive it, I'll let you go~"
King Solomon said this with a smile—a smile that inspired sheer terror.
Had he just cast some kind of spell?
The next instant, hell opened beneath Diodora's feet!!!
No, it wasn't that he had opened a gateway to hell—it would be more accurate to say he had created hell itself!!!