"It's you?"
Looking at Ayato, Creuserey's pupils contracted sharply.
"It seems I'm really famous now. Every Devil recognizes me."
"You jest. Becoming an earthly king while still being a Devil... in all these countless years, you are the only one."
Creuserey tucked the medallion into his robes, his expression turning dark.
"Is that so?"
Ayato walked forward. "If that's the case, why don't you run?"
Seeing this Devil's appearance, Ayato searched his memory.
'If I remembered correctly, this one should be a descendant of the original Satan, right?'
But beyond that, he couldn't recall much.
"Why should I run?"
Creuserey sneered. "I already possess the power of a Satan. Even against a Campione, I can put up a fight."
"I really don't understand sometimes. Where do you all get this confidence?"
Ayato smiled mockingly. "Borrowing power from others and barely managing to reach the level of a Satan makes you all so arrogant."
"But I suppose, with your strength, it's natural that you can't feel the gap between us..."
Bang!
Before Ayato could finish, the ground beneath Creuserey's feet exploded.
As if crossing through space, Creuserey's figure appeared right in front of Ayato.
"Directly attacking? Not completely stupid."
Watching this, Ayato's expression remained impassive.
For him now, ordinary Satan-Class beings were truly insignificant.
Hum!
A crimson magic circle appeared. Creuserey let out an earth-shaking roar.
"Remember, Mori Ayato, you die by your own arrogance."
As his voice fell, the magic circle instantly shrank, converging into Creuserey's palm, and slammed hard into Ayato's chest.
Boom!
Like the collision of sun and moon,
The entire ruins shook violently.
The hit landed!
But Creuserey's face was filled with horror.
Because his magic was useless against Ayato.
Or more precisely, his magic hadn't even penetrated Ayato's defense.
'How was this possible?'
He is an Ultimate-Class Devil. And with the help of Ophis's snake, he believed he had attained power no less than the original Satans.
Not to mention, the other party hadn't used any magic or authority.
Just his body?
And he had blocked his magic?
Crack!
Ayato punched Creuserey in the chest, breaking who knows how many ribs.
The terrifying force directly exploded the surrounding air, creating ripples like surging waves.
"Argh!"
Blood sprayed from his mouth, and Creuserey's body flew backward uncontrollably, smashing a large hole in the distant wall and bursting out of the hall.
Ayato patted his chest, his expression unconcerned.
A Campione's body was already ridiculously overpowered.
Not to mention, his body, transformed by Origin Magic, was even more extraordinary.
And as his Origin Magic level increased, it had become even more terrifying.
"A-Amazing... as expected of the King."
Liliana and Erica were completely dumbfounded.
Just moments ago, they had even been worried for Ayato.
After all, the power of a Satan was nothing to ignore, even for a Campione.
But now it seemed...
They had overthought it.
"Urgh!"
Creuserey spat out another mouthful of blood, stood up from the rubble, and looked at Ayato with a terrified expression.
"Oh, you can still stand? You're a bit stronger than I thought."
Seeing this, Ayato raised an eyebrow slightly, then smiled. "But it doesn't matter. It just means I have to attack once more."
With that, he walked toward Creuserey.
"You..."
Creuserey involuntarily stepped back, a flash of unwillingness and humiliation in his eyes.
'Why?'
He is a dignified descendant of the original Satans.
He should rightfully be able to inherit the position of Satan, but he had never been able to achieve his wish.
Even for power, he had joined the Khaos Brigade.
But before this man, he seemed like an ant.
"No, I won't accept this."
With a roar, Creuserey shot into the air, raising one hand. A giant crimson magic circle appeared behind him.
Crackle! Crackle!
Countless bolts of red lightning surged like stormy waves toward Ayato.
And almost instantly,
His Devil wings unfurled behind him, and he unhesitatingly turned and ran.
He was definitely no match for Ayato.
He now truly realized this.
As long as his magic could delay Ayato for a while,
He could then escape a certain distance and use teleportation magic to completely avoid this monster.
"Choosing to run... it's a bit clever, but only a little."
Just then, Ayato's voice rang out.
Accompanying it was a bolt of lightning, vast and seemingly piercing the world.
The countless red lightning bolts were like tofu, swept away as if crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
The magnificent lightning did not stop, heading straight for Creuserey.
"Oh no."
Creuserey turned his head, revealing a look of horror.
The next moment,
Creuserey's fleeing movement came to an abrupt halt.
Because the lightning had already pierced Creuserey's body at an inconceivable speed and disappeared into the distant sky.
One second... two seconds!
Creuserey's face still bore undeniable horror and fear.
His chest was a bloody mess, and his entire body fell weakly from the sky.
Whoosh!
Ayato casually raised his hand, and the medallion flew out of Creuserey's embrace and into his hand.
It was a pitch-black medallion, radiating an ancient, weathered aura.
The image on it seemed to be formed by intertwining snakes.
"This looks like... the Gorgoneion?"
Liliana leaned in, looked for a moment, and then exclaimed in shock. "This is what Athena has been searching for. It seems to be extremely important to her."
"No wonder that Devil said he could use it to coerce Athena."
Erica said with mixed feelings. "But with this thing in the King's hands, it might very well attract Athena."
"It wouldn't be bad if she comes."
Ayato smiled. "But before that, there's something else to do."
"What?"
"The flyer I just gave out... has been used."