"Tsk—"
Before Zamasu could finish speaking, he smelled blood.
A sharp pain came from his arm.
"Wah!!"
Zamasu clutched his severed right arm and quickly retreated, his eyes bloodshot.
"Damn it!"
Purple blood gushed from the fresh wound of his severed right arm.
"Oh, sorry, my hand slipped." Beryl casually flicked out a golden energy blast, striking Zamasu's severed arm, which was still oozing blood, lying quietly on the ground.
After an explosion, Zamasu's severed right arm had completely vanished.
"Bastard, how dare you harm the body of a god! Unforgivable!"
His left palm transformed into a blade, and a light sword made of purplish-red energy emerged from his palm.
Zamasu charged out in a rage.
"With such a temperament, no wonder Lord Gowasu thought you were unqualified."
Lightly stepping back two paces, Beryl flipped over with a touch of her toes, landing behind Zamasu.
Seeing this, the palm blade in Zamasu's hand grew longer and thicker.
With a sharp gaze, Zamasu swung his hand blade, sweeping it horizontally towards Beryl behind him.
Beryl slowly raised her right hand.
With a slight squeeze.
The red blade, carrying a chilling aura like a laser, was easily caught in Beryl's palm.
"Is that all?"
"Devouring the souls of the entire hell, you can't even qualify to make me serious. You are worse than five years ago."
"Bastard, it's not your place to say such things."
A wisp of green smoke rose from Zamasu's severed right arm.
Then, like a gecko, his right arm regrew.
"Die!"
He lifted a dark-red energy blast with his right hand and hurled it directly at Beryl's forehead.
"Rabbit Hair Needle"
Her snow-white hair gently floated up, and in the blink of an eye, her originally silky long hair became sharp.
Thousands of flying needles pierced into Zamasu's body.
"Ow, ahhh."
The energy blast Zamasu had condensed in his right hand dissipated, and his entire body became completely like a hedgehog, covered everywhere with white sharp spikes.
"You…"
Zamasu quickly retreated. Seeing him fall back, Beryl did not pursue, her expression extremely calm, like a cat playing with a mouse.
"How about it, God, do you also have moments of fear?"
"Damn it, unforgivable, to repeatedly injure me, the supreme and exalted god."
Zamasu used his divine power to shatter the hair-formed spikes embedded in various parts of his body.
He slowly spread his arms.
"Human, don't be too arrogant."
In an instant, hell was filled with crimson light spots. As Zamasu slowly waved his arms.
"Blades of Judgment"
The crimson light spots transformed into countless blades, falling in response.
Boom boom boom boom
Innumerable blades pierced into the ground, and dense explosions echoed throughout hell.
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha, die, all of you die!"
Zamasu grinned, "My world doesn't need humans."
However, the next second.
Two circular energy discs shot out from the gaps between the falling Blades of Judgment.
"Hmph, what's the point of such slow attacks?"
Zamasu sneered, looking at the Destructo Disc flying towards him.
At this moment, the two flying Destructo Discs, in the blink of an eye, turned into four, then eight…
"What?!" Zamasu's face showed shock.
Damn it, he had been tricked.
Dozens of golden discs, now closer and slightly smaller than before, rotated rapidly, acting like powerful tearing blades.
"No, I can't get cut."
Zamasu raised his hand, condensing a purplish-red energy blast, and threw it directly towards the Destructo Disc's position.
"It's over, Zamasu!"
He hadn't yet managed to understand what the voice was, or where it came from.
Rip—
He felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Ugh—Pfft!"
He spat out a mouthful of purple blood.
Zamasu's eyes were filled with disbelief.
He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the pale hand on his chest.
"I told you when I was hunting you down that I would personally take out your heart."
A cold voice sounded.
A young girl with snow-white hair stood behind Zamasu, her gaze icy.
She pulled hard.
A foul object, stained with purplish-blue blood, was pulled from Zamasu's body.
The young girl slowly raised it, bringing it to eye level.
Looking at the still faintly trembling heart, continuously dripping blood, her low voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction: "What? It's not black after all."
"You…"
Zamasu, having lost his heart, used all his strength to create distance between himself and Beryl.
He clutched his chest with one hand, gasping for air.
"You, bastard!"
"Wah—" Due to extreme anger and severe injury, Zamasu once again spat out a mouthful of blood.
Losing his heart was not a fatal wound for Zamasu, who possessed a divine halo; given time, he could completely recover.
"What, angry?" Beryl said indifferently.
Her palm, holding the heart, gently squeezed.
Sizzle—
The heart, which had been gently beating, instantly turned into a puddle of minced flesh.
As the heart shattered, blood splattered, some even sticking to Beryl's snow-white long hair.
Beryl, however, did not care. Her purple eyes gazed at the distorted face of Zamasu.
"Didn't you kill Gowasu in the same way?"
"Human, you… you deserve to die!" Zamasu's eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body trembled with rage.
Looking at the enraged Zamasu, Beryl's voice was calm: "Back then, I was too naive. If I had just killed you directly, perhaps Teacher Rumsshi wouldn't have died."
"Beryl, don't talk as if you've won. The entire hell is under my control. I am the final player."
Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Zamasu clasped his hands together.
"God of Destruction or human, you will be buried with the underworld of this universe!"
As Zamasu released his power, the ground and space of hell trembled violently.
Not only hell, but heaven, and even the entire underworld, became extremely unstable.
"Goodbye."
"Trying to run?"
Beryl extended her hand, intending to eradicate Zamasu with Destruction Energy.
"It's useless. I've calculated the release speed of Destruction Energy. The hell I control can temporarily prevent Destruction Energy from harming me, giving me enough time to escape."
"Destroy."
Beryl said no more, directly activating Destruction from a distance.
"Hmm?"
However, even after Zamasu left using Instant Transmission, Beryl was unable to destroy him.
"So that's it, using the instability of hell to distort the surrounding space, preventing the Destruction Energy from reaching him quickly."
"But, do you really think you can get away?"
The purple Destruction Energy on Beryl's body quickly cleared her palm and the blood stuck to her hair, as the stickiness felt strange.
"Zamasu, I've left a mark that someone of your strength cannot remove."
As Beryl's words fell, the previously trembling hell slowly stabilized.
"When the Demonized Spirit Tree appeared, I knew that one day you would come to the underworld."
Only the deepest part of the underworld, hell, with countless evil imprints and desires, could allow you to complete your transformation.
"This game, I won, Zamasu!"
Beryl used Instant Transmission to leave the confines of hell.