Chapter 968 - 24: Divine Battle

Chapter 968: Chapter 24: Divine Battle

"D-dammit, what kind of joke is this..."

Inside the skyscraper, at the end of a deeply recessed humanoid hole.

Buried under the rubble of concrete and other construction debris, a dusty gray arm stretches out from within, motionless, appearing as though it’s been crushed to death. After several seconds, a dusty finger gently twitches.

Then, accompanied by a rustling sound, dust and debris constantly fall down—

In the next moment, a grimy face lifts from the ruins, with sharp horns atop its head, eyes glowing ominously red... It’s none other than Masaaki Oda who has recovered his Demon King form, yet despite regaining his Magic Power, he can’t immediately turn the tide and instead appears incredibly disheveled.

After all, being knocked over here, lying in the rubble like this, with a face and head full of dust...

From this, it’s clear it’s by no means a smooth entrance, instead subtly tinged with a strange and humorous aura.

—No, perhaps, in a sense, Masaaki Oda essentially hasn’t even entered the scene.

—After all, without a single frame visible, being knocked away instantly, almost no audience could see it. What kind of entrance is this?

"What kind of monster is this..." He can’t help but sigh and complain, feeling pain all over.

Although he indeed wanted to appear in a cool manner...

Indeed striking an impressive pose, perhaps extending a hand forward, aiming to use Magic Release to stop the charging Wild Boar...

Indeed...

Ahem, in any case, despite having many reasons, Masaaki Oda wasn’t complacent. When trying to stop the magic boar, he had already unleashed all his current Power.

What seemed like a sure thing has ended in obvious results... one could only say—getting slapped in the face really comes quickly, almost like a tornado.

Appearing just right, then taking a hit with the face, probably describes what just happened.

Not only could Miss Brave not see clearly, even Masaaki Oda himself didn’t understand what happened. He suddenly felt the scene blur, heard a rushing sound, felt as if soaring through clouds, his Spirit scattered, followed by pounding against his solid back...

Who knows how many rooms he crashed through along the way, how many walls he shattered...

By the time he realized, he was lying here, firmly buried under construction debris, almost unable to catch his breath, nearly kicking the bucket, closing eyes, bidding farewell to this beautiful world forever.

—So, what monster is this, and where did it come from...

—Is this world really so dangerous?

Previously thinking it impossibly peaceful, with no constant war and chaos, hunger miraculously eliminated to a certain extent, no oppression from the Church, no racial strife. Despite having a strange magic power environment, people are completely unaware...

As if a distinct boundary divides mortals from the extraordinary.

All this seemed unbelievable, and Masaaki Oda couldn’t help but marvel, thinking if he ever returns to conquer Ante Yisula World, he must use such ideals and references to build the kingdom of his dreams.

But now it seems—it’s not so simple.

This world still has its problems, possibly very troublesome... Masaaki Oda originally thought once his Magic Power recovers, no issue would exist in this world. Now, he completely abandons that thought, growing extremely cautious of the world.

"Let’s... let’s leave here first, this thing is hard to deal with..."

Gasping heavily, Masaaki Oda struggles to pull himself from the rubble pile, trembling arms attempting to extricate himself.

This takes him a little bit of time.

A sense of weakness overwhelms him, like waking after sleeping for three days and nights, suffering malnutrition, nearly dying in his sleep...

His body feels indescribably heavy...

Limbs feel as if filled with lead...

Even breathing is a struggle, let alone other movements...

Eyes darkened, the Demon King feels that recent blow nearly cost him half his life. The immense impact instantly shattered his Magic Defense, sending him flying hard.

The experience was certainly unpleasant.

The Great Demon King grimaces, unsteadily standing, swiftly checking his own condition.

He’s further astounded, though only partially restored, the Magic Power is immense. Especially with this world contrasting with Ante Yisula World, the city population density is an unbelievable number.

In this disaster that occurred within the city, it’s unknown how many people were affected, plunging them simultaneously into despair and fear.

Dark wavelengths of spirit were emitted every moment, rising and falling, intertwining with each other.

If anyone could accurately perceive the fluctuations in the emotional spectrum, they would discover a vast, oppressive area within the disaster zone, as thick and stagnated as if solid.

Basically, even Masaaki Oda himself couldn’t determine how much dark emotional energy he had absorbed from the people in the short time, with magic power surging so intensely and the recovery efficiency so strong, providing him with such a considerable amount of magic power in such a short time.

However, this immense power, though not as potent as during his peak times, was enough to rival the heroes of the Holy Cross Continent. But it was consumed entirely just now, and the effect was very unsatisfactory, barely securing the strength for a single blow.

An explosive outburst of everything, just to barely fend off the charge of that giant monster...

Blocking that simple, unadorned, yet straightforward impact.

This was only natural because that wild boar was not a simple monster but rather the embodiment of divine power of a top-tier Defiant God, a terrifying divine beast capable of crashing from Earth to the Moon, despite not being able to fly inherently, through sheer force of impact.

It’s pointless to reason or use common sense with such a thing, and relying on the temporarily recovered portion of magic power, with the Great Demon King’s stance of explosive exhaustion, managing to block the frontal charge of this divine beast just once was already a commendable achievement.

Only, the Great Demon King wasn’t aware of this.

Sweat trickled down Masaaki Oda’s forehead as he subconsciously looked through the large hole, peering outward. The explosive exhaustion of magic power managed to temporarily hold back that "monster," but seemed to further infuriate it, now circling furiously in place, searching angrily for its enemy.

An indiscriminate charge capable of shattering everything, in its enraged state, it could definitely sweep away all things!

"Luckily, the landlord has already fled... I should run too."

Twitching at the corner of his eye a few times, Masaaki Oda decisively prepared to make his escape since the task he needed to accomplish was done. The landlord, like others avoiding the earthquake, was dragged away by a girl, which was sufficient.

There was nothing more he could do; otherwise, he might also end up here!

Just have to hope someone will come to resolve it...

There must be a way, if this world could only rely on heroes from the Otherworld to save the day, it probably wouldn’t have developed so steadily to this extent... anyway, he was merely a demon, not a hero, there was no need to risk everything for the people of this world.

Trying hard to convince himself with these reasons, Masaaki Oda found that he couldn’t look away.

The severely damaged streets...

The people fleeing for their lives...

Some ran only thinking of themselves, others stood dazed, helpless, and there were those who prayed to God, with many crying, angry, terrified, injured, or sighing...

He clenched his fist tightly, but then, at that moment.

——The wind rose.

Like despair that arises suddenly, steel-like wind pressure swept across the desolate and empty ground, the fierce gale like the destructive melody of the atmosphere, or as if a tide from the void, carrying infinite power, directly manifesting as a visible spiral!

A tornado!!

The howling tornado aimed with pinpoint precision, colliding head-on with the raging wild boar, lifting the colossal divine beast, towering several dozen meters high, causing one to wonder just how terrifying the wind’s power was! The boar struggled intensely within the tornado, its unleashed power nearly destroying the entire whirlwind, its roars causing even the atmosphere to tremble!

Penetrating demonic sound invading the brain!

Those who couldn’t hear still heard nothing, but for those who could, it was a completely different matter, literally an auditory assault.

The strong wind and the wild boar continually fought, and amidst their confrontation, the wind gradually gained an overwhelming advantage. Despite the massive wild boar’s desperate struggle and roars, it was still enveloped and swallowed by the tornado... and then, from the gaps of the tornado, suddenly radiated thousands of sword-like golden flashes!

Swift, sharp golden arcs thoroughly tore through the inside of the tornado!

The wild boar’s desperate cry ceased abruptly before its demise.

......

...

"Huff... puff..."

Dragging the person behind her, Amilia sprinted forward unstoppably, ever vigilant.

At the moment she heard the sound, her entire body tensed, involuntarily pausing, and as she turned back, she just caught the scene of the tornado over the city rapidly dissipating. The fierce wind came quickly and went just as fast, seemingly sweeping away something.

That was the boar’s form disintegrating, scattering into sand-like particles...