A ruthless glint flashed in Diodora's eyes. The mark of Ophis appeared on the back of his hand, and his aura surged.
"Abel, you forced my hand!"
With that, he raised his hand, and a green magic circle appeared. Immediately, countless arrows made of demonic power shot towards Abel.
Abel waved his hand, and a transparent barrier formed in front of him. The arrows struck the barrier, erupting in dazzling light, but they could not advance an inch.
Seeing this, Diodora's eyes were filled with shock and rage. He increased his demonic power output and arrows poured down like rain.
"Using my cute dragon's power against me, you're really pushing your luck."
Saying this, Abel walked towards Diodora, enduring his attacks.
"Impossible! This is the power of the Infinite Dragon God!" He looked at Abel, who was walking towards him step by step, and shouted in disbelief.
Abel raised his hand, and clenched his fist.
Boom!
Crack!
Diodora was sent flying backward, then crashed onto the ground.
Abel looked at his fist, then at Diodora, "Interesting, to be able to block my casual punch with his head."
"How could I lose? I can't lose." Diodora leaned against the wall and shakily stood up.
"How could I fall here? I had it all planned out: defeat Abel, then win against Sairaorg! And then perfectly become the head of the Astaroth family!"
After speaking, Diodora spat out a mouthful of blood and then collapsed.
Tap, tap, tap...
"P-please spare me, I am also from the Astaroth House." Diodora lay on the ground, looking at Abel and speaking in fear.
Just then, a pillar of light descended from the sky. It struck Diodora, and without any reaction, he dissipated from the area.
"So spineless, so cowardly. A guy like you is the downfall of the Old Satan Faction. So die, Diodora."
Immediately after, the green teleportation array from before opened. A person with long brown hair, covering one eye, and wearing armor appeared.
"The repulsive younger brother of the fake7 Beelzebub. I am Shalba Beelzebub, the legitimate heir of Beelzebub."
At the same time, on the other battlefield belonging to Azazel and his allies.
A man with a ponytail, pointy ears, and sharp teeth stood with his eyes closed on a battlefield where magic danced.
"I am Creuserey Asmodeus, a direct descendant of Asmodeus." Creuserery spoke.
"One of the major masterminds has appeared."
Azazel scrutinized him, then continued, "Speaking of which, I seem to have eliminated a Leviathan descendant from the Old Satan Faction."
Although Azazel said he eliminated her, it was actually Abel who did it. After all, he couldn't let these guys cause trouble for Abel. So he took the credit for himself.
As Azazel spoke these words, Creuserery's eyes turned blood red.
It was this person!
Katerea, I will avenge you!
Creuserery looked at Azazel and angrily said, "So it was you! I will avenge Katerea!"
"So you liked her, truly devoted."
Azazel suddenly realized, then chuckled maliciously. "Then I'll send you to the underworld to meet her."
...
Abel looked at Shalba flying in the air and rubbed his neck. "Hey, no one makes me look up."
Hmm... except when lying on the sofa at home, looking at the tempting scenery.
"Hmm!?"
Shalba raised his hand and Ophis's power reappeared, "Ajuka's younger brother, I will send you..."
Just then, Katerea, having dealt with Diodora's peerage, charged towards Shalba, then delivered a punch.
Shalba raised his hand, and a magic shield appeared. When he clearly saw who it was, his eyes widened just like Diodora's.
"Katerea!?"
Could it be that Katerea wasn't dead, and surrendered to Sirzechs and the others to save her life!?
Thinking of this, Shalba became enraged.
"Katerea, you traitor!"
He shot a ray towards Katerea, intending to annihilate her there.
Traitors should not be left alive.
The ray pierced through Katerea's body, but would a mere fatal wound affect an undead?
It had no effect.
Katerea also raised her hand, then shot a ray towards Shalba.
"What!?"
Shalba quickly dodged the attack. When he re-examined Katerea, he finally realized that the Katerea in front of him was a lifeless corpse. In other words, she was truly dead.
Shalba angrily shouted at Abel, "Bastard, what did you do to Katerea's corpse!"
Abel crossed his arms and said mockingly, "You don't need your eyes, do you? You're asking about something so obvious."
Upon hearing this, Shalba's face turned extremely ugly.
He raised his hand, and demonic power surged. He wanted to free Katerea by erasing her.
Just then, the temperature plummeted, and a chill swept through his entire body.
Shalba didn't react in time, and his raised arm was severed. Behind him, Numa stood holding a long spear, with a trace of blood on its tip.
Looking at his severed arm, Shalba frowned slightly.
When he looked around again, he saw that he was already surrounded by a group of Undead. They were all in the same state as Katerea.
"You did this?" Shalba asked Abel.
"Of course." Abel admitted.
"I wonder if this descendant of Beelzebub is willing to join my Undead Legion and assist me."
Shalba's eyes widened in rage, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Daydreaming! I am a descendant of Beelzebub, how could I stoop to serve you!"
With that, a powerful surge of demonic power erupted from his body.
Abel raised an eyebrow slightly, about to say something, when he sensed a familiar aura.
Ophis?
In that case, I can only eliminate you and then let these Undead train you.
Abel looked at Numa and said, "Numa, Katerea, I'll leave this to you two. Kill him and drag him into my Undead Legion."
"Understood."
After making arrangements, Abel flew towards Ophis.
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At Azazel's location.
Azazel once again took out the "Down Fall Dragon Spear," played with it for a moment, then gripped it and pointed it at Creuserery.
"Then Fafnir, let's have another round." Creuserery adopted a fighting stance.
Just at this moment, a red magic circle appeared, and then Sirzechs, who had settled Luo Hao and Salvatore Doni, emerged from it.
The moment he saw Sirzechs, Creuserery pointed at him. Sirzechs! You hypocritical fellow!"
"Creuserery, this is for the continuation of the devil race. The Underworld doesn't need unnecessary war."
"You've abandoned the pride of devil. Besides being in cahoots with Azazel, you even let the angels join in. You're not worthy of being called a devil."
Sirzechs looked at Creuserery without any expression.
Meanwhile, Azazel stood by, sarcastically saying to Creuserery, "You're already mixed up with the Khaos Brigade, you really have the nerve to say that."
Sirzechs's pupils changed from blue to red.
"Creuserery, as a Demon King, I will eliminate all enemies who stand against the Underworld."
With a raise of his hand, a red ball o appeared in his palm. This was the Power of Destruction that he inherited from his mother's House.
Creuserery cried out in terror, "This... this is..."
Before he could finish, a long spear shot from not far away and pierced Creuserery. Without even a final word, his eyes went blank, and then his body began to turn to dust in Sirzechs's Power of Destruction, subsequently dissipating completely.
"Hey, kid, it's shameless to steal kills." Azazel said with a smile to Abel.
Sirzechs looked up at Abel, a slight smile on his lips. "It seems you've finished up over there."
"More or less, I left it to my Familiars."
Abel came to Sirzechs's side, and at the same time, his Undead Legion gained another member.
Two of the Old Satan Faction bloodlines were now his.
Shalba Beelzebub would also join his Undead Legion.
As for Lucifer...
Vali was out of the question, he had a better target.
Vali's grandfather, Rizevim Livan Lucifer.
Besides him, he was also determined to obtain Trihexa. He still had a Momotaro Rice Ball in his bag.
At this moment, the purple orb on the Down Fall Dragon Spear in Azazel's hand glowed. Looking up, Ophis was sitting in the air.
"I didn't expect you to personally..."
"Ophis, come here." Before Azazel could finish, Abel interrupted him.
Hearing Abel, Ophis came to his side.
Abel asked, "Why are you here with these guys? I told you, they covet your power and are despicable."
Unlike me. I only covet you.
Ophis lowered her head and said, "I understand."
The serious atmosphere was thus broken.
Sirzechs and Azazel exchanged glances. They hadn't expected Ophis to actually listen to Abel.