Chapter 084: The Giant Octopus Tentacle Suppressing [False God Chaos]?
This form was no longer human—it could be called a demon.
Before transforming into a Demon God, they had seen the strange overlapping phantoms of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods. Had he borrowed their power?
Thus, this form could also be called a Demon God.
But this Demon God far surpassed the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, far exceeding any other known Great Demon Gods.
No—if he had merely borrowed the power of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, he could never have reached this level.
It was more like he had analyzed the power of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, fused it, and elevated it, attaining this terrifying state.
This was truly the Demon God among Demon Gods, the absolute king of Demon Gods—the Demon God King.
In a daze, this realization settled in, making one feel that if a Demon God King truly existed, this was the form that could command awe over all things.
"The Demon God King…?" Brunhilde murmured in a trance.
She remembered—in the book The Key of Solomon, there was a description of King Solomon delving into magic to its utmost limits, reaching a realm even gods could not touch, transcending into a special existence.
The records did not specify what form he took, only that King Solomon had shed his human guise, transforming into a majestic figure that commanded the submission of 500 Demon Gods.
The Demon Gods marveled—that form was the ideal kingly figure they envisioned, one who ruled over all Demon Gods.
Who would have thought King Solomon had kept such a trump card, one that could overturn everything?
At this moment, he had surpassed even the gods.
Shifting her gaze from the form that, upon closer inspection, convinced Brunhilde that this must indeed be the Demon God King, she turned her attention to the headless fly—Satan.
Even without a head, he was still alive. It seemed that to kill Satan, his heart would have to be destroyed.
Ugh, how disgusting. Without a head—and thus without eyes—Satan had grown an eye and a mouth over his heart.
He had also somehow produced a skull, clasping it between his hands in front of his chest.
"Perish—perish along with this space!"
Satan roared like this, his skull glowing even brighter, and a massive dark vortex formed around him, which was also vibrating?
"That—that guy couldn't possibly be—!"
Zeus, realizing what Satan intended to do, paled drastically.
Thus, he immediately flashed to the front of the spectator stands where the Greek gods were mainly gathered.
He could only do his best to protect his own people; the other gods were beyond his help.
The Greek gods scattered in other corners would have to fend for themselves.
"Wh-what's happening?"
Ares was somewhat at a loss, seeing the unusual actions of many of the chief gods, all because of whatever move Satan was about to unleash?
"That's a forbidden technique of the Underworld. If you don't want to die, get behind me!"
Lord Hades' cold words startled Ares, who then frantically scrambled behind the seated Lord Hades.
At the same time, an eerie sound rang out, making Ares feel as if his head was heavy and his feet light, like the dizziness of seasickness.
This sensation made him suspect the arena was shaking, but in reality, it was his own sense of balance being disrupted.
"What—what's going on?"
Loki also staggered, quickly steadying himself.
An abnormal buzzing sound transmitted from Satan's direction seemed to attack him with sonic waves, causing his brain to spin.
However, even after attempting to physically block it, it was useless.
So, what was this forbidden Underworld technique Hades mentioned Satan was using?
Though Loki knew many of the Underworld's forbidden techniques, he couldn't identify which one Satan was employing now.
"False God—Chaos."
Hades' answer made Loki's expression change drastically.
Damn it, it was actually that one.
The so-called False God Chaos was originally a god who once existed—a primordial deity.
However, that god had perished, leaving behind an extremely destructive technique, which was classified as the Underworld's Zero-Class Forbidden Technique, named after the False God Chaos.
Now, with Satan unleashing this technique, not only would this arena be destroyed, but even this celestial space would be annihilated.
Once destroyed, the spaces belonging to certain pantheons would be cut off.
Because those pantheons were relatively weak, they lacked the power to directly open a passage connecting to the real world. Maintaining such a passage was too costly for them.
Thus, they relied on this hub to freely travel between the real world and interact with other pantheons.
If this hub space were destroyed, their own spaces would be isolated.
They would be like small boats lost at sea, without direction or signal, unable to receive aid from larger ships, ultimately sinking into the vast ocean.
The larger ships would want to reconnect, but without any signal from the smaller boats, they could only rely on luck to find each other in the endless sea.
"Bastard!"
Loki cursed again as his vision was engulfed by light.
The destructive technique known as [False God—Chaos] had been unleashed. Now, it was a desperate struggle to survive.
This technique didn't instantly annihilate the entire hub—if it could, Loki wouldn't even need to prepare defenses; he might as well embrace death directly.
The destructive power of this move primarily caused spatial instability, akin to pulling out several crucial supporting blocks from a tower, causing it to collapse in all directions.
He only needed to escape the space before it collapsed and engulfed him.
As the blinding white light faded, Loki stared in cold sweat as a massive black sphere instantly swallowed the entire arena.
The barrier meant to protect the spectator stands proved utterly useless, shattering as if it were no more than a sheet of paper.
Most of the gods and humans behind that barrier were swallowed by the darkness, vanishing forever into nothingness.
"Huh?"
Not just Loki, countless humans and gods alike were stunned.
The black sphere, which should have continued expanding to consume the entire coliseum, abruptly stopped growing the moment it shattered the spectator barrier.
That shouldn't be possible.
Suddenly, Loki's pupils contracted violently as he realized something.
Reflected in his eyes, the black sphere was now restrained by several enormous, octopus-like tentacles.
And those tentacles were horrifying—covered densely with crimson eyes.
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