Chapter 607: The Demon King of Destruction (6)
Eugene naturally tried to recall any beast or monster that resembled the creature before him.
It had a massive body and a wide-open mouth revealing dense, sharp teeth. Its limbs sprouted irregularly and touched the ground. Some nails and claws curved like hooks, while others jutted out like knives. There were further additional limbs sprouting randomly on its back, as well as wings.
Try as he might, Eugene couldn’t think of any monsters like the one in front of him. While individual parts might resemble something familiar to him, no beast or monster was similar in appearance to the one standing in front of him. It was a monster formed on its own, but it was fundamentally different from a chimera. In other words, it wasn’t a forced union of different things. Rather, it was a creature in its own right — a monster shaped from dark and dreadful power. Eugene felt a chill run down his spine as he clenched his fist.
Most of the Demon Kings or similar beings Eugene had faced looked somewhat human, but this one did not. But, it was precisely because of that Eugene could strongly sense that what he faced was suited to be called a Demon King.
‘Should I say it’s an efficient form... free of waste?’ Eugene wondered in amazement.
This was the being that had brought about the end of the world several times, and as such, Eugene could sense evil dark power that was suited for the destroyer of the world, emanating fully from this monster. They were inside the belly of Destruction, but what they faced now could truly be called the essence of Destruction.
Eugene was certain of one thing as he clenched his sweat-soaked hands: killing this creature meant killing the Demon King of Destruction.
“Stop spouting nonsense and think of helping, okay?” Eugene asked.
“Help?” The Demon King of Incarceration shrugged, showing his frayed hands. “I’ve burnt up my life keeping Destruction at bay until you arrived. Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s just a life on the highway for death anyway,” retorted Eugene.
“Haha... I do welcome death, but to openly say such a thing is truly shameless,” the Demon King of Incarceration said, shaking his head and chuckling dryly. “Unfortunately, I can’t be of any help in this fight. My dark power was depleted long ago. I have nothing left to draw upon.”
“I’m not asking for help in battle,” said Eugene.
The Demon King of Incarceration blinked several times in response to the earnest gaze directed at him.
“Haha!” Soon, the Demon King of Incarceration burst out laughing. This time, the laughter was not hollow. He laughed genuinely. He felt surprise and delight at Eugene’s words.
“Indeed, Eugene Lionheart,” he said, still chucking.
Without wasting any more time gazing at the Demon King of Incarceration, Eugene turned his head. He considered the emotions mixed in that laughter a sufficient response. Besides, he no longer had the luxury of conversing with the Demon King of Incarceration. The massive mouth of the monster had opened wide towards him.
“You’re a remarkable glutton,” the Demon King of Incarceration murmured from behind.
As Eugene thought, there was a definitive answer mixed in the laughter. Eugene smirked and raised his hand. With a woosh, a gigantic Divine Sword appeared.
The Demon King of Incarceration slowly dragged his feet backward, though they barely moved according to his will. His body was destined for death. He wanted to witness the end of this battle before dying, but if the situation demanded — though he might not see the end, he thought it wouldn’t be bad to devote his last moments to the future.
His stores of dark power had been long depleted. He wasn’t able to fight any longer. That was the truth. Yet the soul of the Great Demon King, having lived through the ages, possessed a will strong enough to push back the dark power of Destruction for one fleeting moment, if need be, if he had to. The Demon King of Incarceration was willing to let himself burn for the sake of taking Destruction down.
But now, that was no longer possible. Dying that way could provide a fine self-satisfaction, but it wouldn’t meet Eugene’s ambitious expectations.
“Do you truly want to create a miracle?” the Demon King of Incarceration asked with a chuckle and lifted his head.
A miracle? He laughed again at the word he had muttered. The term seemed almost quaint. Everything up to now, and this moment here, was the miracle Eugene Lionheart had wrought. What the Demon King of Incarceration had to observe until the end was whether all these miracles could culminate into a myth.
‘I can feel it,’ Eugene thought to himself.
His heart was racing, painfully so. His senses were so heightened he could feel every flow of his heated blood. Eugene steadied his breath and fixed his gaze on the monster.
Its enormous maw seemed capable of swallowing entire cities and was agape. Yet, despite its vast openness, the inside remained obscured, housing nothing but impenetrable, pitch-black darkness. Destruction’s dark power was bubbling furiously within.
‘The blood knows,’ Eugene thought earnestly.
Waves of boiling dark power rippled and leaked out of the gaping maw. Countless teeth were coated with the dark power. Eugene sensed the emanating tension from Sienna and Molon as they drew closer. Anise and Kristina, too, had forgotten their prayers in front of the overwhelming monster.
‘Vermouth,’ Eugene called out inwardly.
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