"Heh, you actually rely on such trivial tricks to deal with me?"
Diablo shook his head contemptuously.
"How disappointing! A piece of trash like you can actually be called a Demon Lord? Compared to Lord Rimuru, it's like the difference between clouds and mud!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Diablo flickered and kicked out, sending Clayman flying with a heavy blow.
Clayman's body slammed hard into the barrier, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
"How can there be such a powerful demon... but, this is the end."
Clayman wiped the blood from his mouth and struggled to climb up from the ground.
He took a deep breath to calm the blood churning in his body.
"I really have to get serious!"
With those words, the clothes on Clayman's body burst apart piece by piece, and his body writhed.
Casting aside his elegant and glamorous appearance, Clayman let out a great roar, transforming into a humanoid Shura with eight black arms.
"Ho~? Now this is getting interesting."
Diablo licked his lips excitedly.
He loved fighting the strong; he had even stopped his evolution after reaching the level of High Demon General just to avoid losing the fun of battle.
The reason was his fear of being too strong to find a suitable opponent.
But even so, Diablo had remained invincible for endless ages.
"Boom!!"
Diablo disappeared from his spot again, appearing behind Clayman in the next second and smashing down with his left fist.
This punch sent Clayman flying again. Before he could even react, Diablo appeared on his other side and landed another punch, this one right in his stomach.
"Splurt!"
Clayman spat out blood. He wanted to resist, but his vision simply couldn't keep up with Diablo's speed.
"Arrgh!! You forced me!"
Clayman's eyes instantly turned blood-red, his body grew taller, his skin turned pitch black, and a dense, evil aura spread out.
"Oh? Is there another big move?"
A playful smile appeared in Diablo's eyes, as if he were looking at prey. "I'm quite looking forward to it."
"You are indeed strong, I won't deny that."
"But! My true ability is more than just this!"
"Taste my strongest ultimate technique!"
The Magicules around Clayman began to condense frantically, turning into a golden divine dragon coiling around him.
That was the power brought by his unique skill 'Puppeteer'—the power of the ley lines.
Geomagnetic pulsations and geomagnetic energy intertwined as the golden divine dragon, carrying a majestic aura, roared and charged at Diablo.
"Dragon Pulse Destruction Cannon!"
It was a terrifying technique that ignored physical defense; even barriers made with Magicules could not withstand it. For anyone hit by it, the arrangement of their Magicules would begin to collapse from the inside.
An expression of excitement appeared on Diablo's face. "Good! Very good!"
"This is worthy of being my opponent!"
Saying so, Diablo solemnly extended a finger and pointed toward the divine dragon.
"Death Magic: Silent Death Decay!"
In an instant, night and day seemed to switch. A layer of pitch-black radiance covered the entire sky, and everything fell into absolute darkness.
All things began to wither, and life slowly faded away.
The divine dragon summoned by Clayman became the only light in the night.
However, the light of hope was gradually swallowed whole by the darkness.
"No... impossible!"
As if suddenly realizing, a terrifying thought surfaced in Clayman's mind.
"You... you are a Primal!!"
Primal Red, Blue, Green, Black, Yellow, White, and Violet.
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