"What the hell is that thing?"
Kassheya muttered as he hurried toward the source of the Nightmare, with all the still-conscious lesser demons scrambling out of his way as if avoiding a plague.
As for the unlucky ones who had fainted earlier from shock, they were simply trampled to death by Kassheya as he passed.
Facing someone charging at full speed, any demon lying on the ground would inevitably have their head crushed by his heavy, rapid footsteps.
These lesser demons didn't have the immortality of a Hell Lord; once dead, they were truly dead.
Conversely, those not in Kassheya's path were spared.
It wasn't that Kassheya had any mercy for demons, nor did he feel it was beneath him to hunt down these small fry. It was simply that he wasn't adept at large-scale slaughter. His combat style favored one-on-one duels with strong opponents; chasing down a massive swarm of bugs was just too troublesome.
Anyway, with Madawc and Korlic still back there, none of these lesser demons would escape in the end.
Those two idiots were the true demon meat grinders; Kassheya, who specialized in fists, was more like a hydraulic press.
As Kassheya moved toward Baal's location, Baal could clearly feel that terrifying aura approaching.
If he had recovered his full strength, he wouldn't fear Kassheya, but he hadn't recovered yet.
So, he could only desperately suppress his own aura, even returning a portion of the energy to the regenerating Nightmare.
All just to make the Hell Lord's aura slightly stronger, hopefully enough to deceive Kassheya's senses.
Barbarians might not be known for their subtlety, but when it came to sensing demons and evil, they were sharper than anyone.
[Which idiot opened that portal!]
Baal was internally cursing whoever had opened the rift.
Last time, he had used Andariel's dreamscape to find a chance for revival. Now, because of a Barbarian, he likely had to flee again.
Fortunately, the person arriving this time didn't have the Black Soulstone. The worst outcome would just be another round of "hide and seek" with Bul-Kathos.
"What is this glowing egg?"
Kassheya tugged at his beard, tilting his head as he looked at the Nightmare before him.
The aura, similar to Mephisto's, told him exactly what this glowing egg was, but it didn't look like anything familiar.
So, Kassheya began racking his brain, thinking furiously.
[The arrival of a Hell Lord is undeniable, so this Hell is definitely one of their best hiding spots.]
[Who would hide here? Or rather, who could hide here without being discovered?]
The thought flashed through Kassheya's mind instantly.
"Belial! You [CENSORED]! Come out and taste my [CENSORED]!"
Kassheya instantly activated Wrath of the Berserker, roaring at the top of his lungs with a voice loud enough to deafen an ordinary person.
He even projected his full aura to amplify the roar.
Although he couldn't match the intensity of Vorusk fighting Bul-Kathos, there was nothing here to muffle the sound this time.
So, the roar successfully reached the ears of every entity qualified to hear it.
This was Kassheya's taunt. If he wasn't good at provoking enemies, no hot-headed fool would ever fight him head-on.
Back in the day, he managed to stop Andariel not just because of his overly powerful Ignore Pain, but also because of his trash talk, which was enough to make anyone burst a blood vessel.
Kassheya could spew profanities like a pre-recorded repeater without repeating himself, using spit and just the right facial expressions to make anyone facing him lose their mind.
Even Andariel, a cunning Hell Lord who knew that leaving this bastard to chase others was the better option, chose to fight him to the death because of his provocation.
The thought "Today, one of us is definitely not leaving here alive" would appear in the mind of anyone provoked by Kassheya.
"Holy [CENSORED]! You [CENSORED]!"
Belial, who was currently telling a bedtime story to Cyttorak, was the unfortunate victim!
The moment he heard Kassheya's voice, the image of Kassheya's face—30% mockery, 20% disdain, 15% disgust, and 35% killing intent—flashed in his mind.
Every time he heard Kassheya's voice, he could picture that pie-chart-like expression.
Especially this time, since Kassheya was cursing him by name. That was intolerable.
Among the Seven Great Evils, anyone who was active while Kassheya was alive could never forget him.
Like a toad on your foot—it doesn't bite, but it disgusts you.
Moreover, these Hell Lords had all experienced Kassheya's reckless, flurry-of-punches fighting style.
At the very least, Andariel, who had lost her reason due to his taunts, had once attended a Demon Lord meeting with a swollen, bruised face.
"Hmm?"
Cyttorak, the Lord of the Crimson Cosmos, made a sound of dissatisfaction.
He had just gotten used to Belial's storytelling, and just as he started to get interested, he heard Belial spew a string of profanities.
"You've been whispering in my ear all this time just to say that when I finally start listening?"
For the first time, Cyttorak showed he was capable of communication. Then, a blast of crimson light slammed into Belial.
For the Lord of the Crimson Cosmos, anger was an emotion that still existed, though he wouldn't act like a madman—at least, not like the madmen he envisioned.
Although in the eyes of other entities, Cyttorak was indistinguishable from a madman, and no one knew what his definition of a madman looked like.
It wasn't hard for Cyttorak to see Belial. His status was even higher than the Vishanti, perhaps not far from Merlin, who was only below the Creator Gods.
A powerless Belial couldn't hide from him.
"Kassheya! I [CENSORED] your [CENSORED]!"
Belial, the Hell Lord who lived by lies, met with misfortune once again. It seemed his plan still had a long way to go.
At least for the next few years, he wouldn't have a chance to speak properly with Cyttorak.
He only had time to shout one curse before crying out in pain.
Possessing high status but no power, Belial wouldn't die from the attack of the Crimson Cosmos' Lord, but it still hurt.
Cyttorak used immense force to throw him directly out of the Crimson Cosmos. Now, he would have to find another target to deceive.
The moment his energy touched Belial, Cyttorak realized he couldn't kill him, nor could he seal away lies.
So, he decided to just throw this nuisance somewhere else. He didn't want to see this guy ever again.
Imagine someone spending immense effort to strike up a conversation with you, and just when you decide to listen, they suddenly curse you out, and you can't even do anything about it.
Who could stand that?
"Guess I felt wrong?"
Kassheya muttered, looking at the glowing sphere called Nightmare, then swung his arm.
Since this guy was already dead and waiting to respawn, Kassheya couldn't kill him a second time.
However, he could knock away the energy he had accumulated.
After all, demons are never up to any good. Weakening them whenever possible is always the right move.
Like beating a child on a rainy day—might as well do it since there's nothing else to do.
As Kassheya rolled his shoulders, Baal, hidden nearby, felt nothing but amusement. He even wanted to laugh.
He could already imagine Belial's exasperated expression.
Moreover, he had hidden his presence perfectly from the Barbarian. As long as he quietly gathered a bit more energy, he could start collecting all the power related to destruction.
When that happened, he could recover to his peak almost instantly. After all, the rule of Destruction is happening constantly.
Just endure this once, and a beautiful future would be right in front of him.
Then, he saw Kassheya's callus-covered fist punch right through Nightmare's core, scattering all the energy.
Including the portion Baal had hidden there.
Nightmare's core was right there; even if Baal hid some energy, where could he possibly hide it?
With that one punch, Baal was sent back to his worst state.
Fortunately, Nightmare still hadn't regained consciousness, so he could continue doing what he was doing before.
Worst case scenario, he'd just start over. Hell Lords never lack patience.
"Was that Kassheya's roar?"
Bul-Kathos looked across the time rift. He sensed the fluctuation of a Hell Lord from the other side again.
Kassheya's taunt was enough to trigger emotional fluctuations in all Hell Lords.
That guy was the master of trash talk among Barbarians; even his War Cries had evolved into a form of trash talk.
Trash talk starting with "I" was "Hah!", and trash talk starting with "You" was "Hya!".
Kassheya's War Cries were always unique. As for the shout needed for Ignore Pain, he had integrated it into every sound he made.
He could effortlessly activate Ignore Pain with the most casual noise.
In this skill, he surpassed everyone, including Bul-Kathos.
After all, Bul-Kathos only defeated Kassheya in terms of skill effectiveness and fist techniques; he could never learn that profanity-style War Cry.
That was talent.
"Did I just hear some unspeakable insults? How did this Belial provoke the person shouting?"
The Doctor's expression was very odd. Being a proper gentleman, he rarely used profanity of that level.
The harshest word he usually used was "idiot."
"Belial is in Hell?"
The Ancient One didn't react much to Kassheya's profanity, only asking Bul-Kathos if Belial had appeared.
Although her face twitched slightly when the foul language reached her ears. Kassheya's tone was simply too provocative.
Even she felt a fluctuation in her emotions for a split second.
It wasn't just the Ancient One; even Death's skeletal face twisted a bit.
Most beings at a certain level of power cared about their dignity. Such dirty language was simply tasteless.
Even somewhat disgusting...
"No, that was probably Kassheya testing the waters. He might have encountered something suspicious."
Bul-Kathos narrowed his eyes, looking past the swarm of Cybermen into the distance.
Kassheya hadn't signaled him to come over, which meant nothing serious had happened, so there was no need to worry too much.
He was used to Kassheya's trash talk. Every time he sparred with Kassheya, he had to listen to it, and every time, he would knock out a mouthful of Kassheya's teeth.
Every single time, without fail.
Among those present, only the three of them heard Kassheya's roar; the others weren't quite at that level yet.
At this moment, a burst of seven-colored light fell from the sky into the ruins of St. Paul's Cathedral, attracting everyone's attention except Bul-Kathos'.
When the light faded, Odin, clad in battle armor, walked out with a strange expression.
Kassheya's shout was powerful enough that while Odin was considering whether to discuss Loki with Laufey, the roar caused him to reflexively point Gungnir at the already displeased Laufey.
Laufey thought Odin was about to silence him because of Loki's identity, and that accident nearly broke the peace treaty between the two sides.
After a few urgent sentences of explanation, Odin used the Bifrost to appear here.
Knowing of the Seven Great Evils, he didn't intend to pin all hope on Bul-Kathos. At the very least, he couldn't just be a bystander.
This was Odin's dignity as the Lord of the Nine Realms.
"What happened? The armies of Asgard are ready for battle at any time!"
Odin first bowed to Bul-Kathos, then spoke with a firm voice.
Then, his gaze followed Bul-Kathos's to the time rift.
"What is that thing? Has the Mad Titan Thanos collected new subordinates?"
Looking at the Cybermen, Odin asked stiffly.
The Cybermen clearly looked like war machines, and their energy levels were much higher than the Chitauri under Thanos, which made him suspicious.
"These are not Thanos's subordinates. They are called Cybermen."
The Ancient One casually explained to Odin.
"These guys can be considered a universe-dominating race. I'm wondering what they provoked."
The Doctor knew nothing about the Mad Titan Thanos, but he was very familiar with Cybermen.
In his knowledge, there were very few existences that could render Cybermen helpless, and Daleks were the most likely candidates.
Every existing civilization is an enemy of the Daleks. Those little pepper-pot-like creatures would kill anything that wasn't a Dalek.
"Help us! Doctor!"
The Cyberman head in Bul-Kathos's hand shouted like a broken record.
"Alright, I want to help you, but you have to at least tell me what your enemy is!"
The Doctor shouted impatiently at the Cyberman head, pointing at the expanding time rift.
In just this short while, the rift had grown a size larger.
"Daleks? Or the Silence? Or some other living thing? What did you encounter?!"
The Doctor questioned loudly.
Facing the Cyberman's endless repetition, his patience was running thin.
"I'm going over there!"
Bul-Kathos casually tossed the Cyberman head to Tony, then took a step forward.
"Cross the time rift? Are you crazy?!"
The Doctor grabbed Bul-Kathos's arm. Not wanting his strength to harm the Doctor, whose physical constitution wasn't much different from an ordinary human's, Bul-Kathos stopped.
"There is indeed the aura of a Hell Lord on the other side. I don't want to play hide and seek with that guy!"
Bul-Kathos shook off the Doctor's arm as gently as possible and continued moving forward.
"Even if your lifespan is infinitely long, you are still affected by time! You should consider your own safety!"
The Doctor patted the shoulder of the nervous Nivea and shouted:
"I will solve the problem of the time rift. Wait for a moment, I need more information!"
With that, the Doctor pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver and pointed it at the Cyberman head Tony was clutching to his chest.
"Cool! This energy source is truly impressive for your level of technology!"
The Sonic Screwdriver was incredibly effective at analyzing high technology. Just a casual scan of the reactor on Tony's chest yielded the relevant parameters.
"Now! Cyberman! Tell me what you encountered! Or I will blow up your head!"
The Doctor resorted to some drastic measures to get specific information.
Before his latest regeneration, he had just destroyed his home planet and all the Daleks.
So, this incarnation of the Doctor was sensitive and prone to anger.
His hatred for war and for himself made him somewhat impetuous, even though he was still a kind person at heart.
"Dalek?! That is not a Dalek!"
For the first time, the Cyberman head answered the Doctor's question with hesitation. It couldn't determine if the pepper pot emitting icy flames still counted as a Dalek.
The Cybermen couldn't analyze what the pepper pot entwined with flesh and flames really was. All they knew was that they couldn't beat it.
Whether it was the previous Daleks or this twisted, disgusting monster now, they couldn't win.
As the Cyberman head spoke, its eyes began to project a 3D image into the air, displaying the monster they had seen to everyone.
"I can do this kind of tech too, just need specialized equipment."
Tony shook the Cyberman head slightly, but the projection in the air remained steady.
It showed a one-sided slaughter.
A pepper pot covered in fleshy tentacles deployed a defensive field. The attacks of countless Cybermen couldn't even scratch the seemingly thin barrier.
What followed wasn't the instant-death beam from the Dalek's plunger arm, but an expansion of pitch-black flames.
In the blink of an eye, the Cyberman army was reduced to molten metal.
Both Cybermen and Daleks were species that had discarded most of their flesh in favor of mechanical forms.
A Dalek looking like that was definitely not normal.
"That is the power of Hell. I must go over there!"
Bul-Kathos looked at the flames in the projection and spoke expressionlessly.
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