The King of the Battlefield Chapter 283

Gremory turned her head to see the sword she had lent him completed without her help. Everyone, including Gremory, the demons, and Diablo, stopped moving as Anguish shattered the battlefield with blinding light. Muyoung changed as he held the sword, and his Enormous Presence started to crush everyone.

‘You really exceed my expectations.’

Gremory would have lost, but everything changed after Muyoung appeared. She did not know what would happen, but things were moving forward finally. Muyoung had awakened Gremory’s numbed emotions. Was this because he was the master of Anguish? Gremory might be feeling..anguished.

‘What are you going to change? What can you change?’

Solomon wanted the death of everything so he can create anew in a barren, lifeless world. Baal wanted for only the demons to live. Gremory hated their radical choices because they would bring destruction to the world.

However, Muyoung was different because he wanted to encompass all. He was going that path despite knowing it was impossible.

‘The New Path…’

Gremory was first suspicious. She wanted to keep Muyoung in check because he extinguished Lerajie, and he tried to use her. However, after a while, to her, Muyoung changed. Gremory still did not know what Muyoung was thinking, but she saw that he was relentless in achieving his goal.

Therefore, she naturally kept her distance, and Amon was the same. Amon assisted Muyoung by his own volition when Muyoung faced Diablo. The two had been locked in a life or death struggle just before they met their common enemy. It was normally impossible for two who bore such hatred twords each other to become allies like this, but Muyoung made it possible.

‘There’s no going back for us.’

Gremory clasped her hands together, and dozens of petals flew in the sky and came together to protect Muyoung.

‘Muyoung, please win.’

With an ear-shattering shriek, Anguish cut Diablo’s skin, and flame gushed from the wound in a torrent. Muyoung stepped back, and Amon created few gates that swallowed the flames and dissipated. They worked for only a moment, but it was enough for Muyoung to get away.

Diablo was livid, and thousands of flames flew toward Muyoung. Amon stopped them by building massive ice pillars.

“Do not delude yourself! I only thought that killing Diablo was necessary!”

Amon’s tone was that of a proud child throwing a tantrum, because things did not go the way he wanted, but Muyoung ignored it and raised his sword.

‘My attack is effective.’

Anguish could cut into Diablo after having evolved and completed. However, Diablo’s flesh immediately regenerated. Diablo’s healing abilities were that of divinity, but there was a possibility now. It was a slight chance, but it had to be enough. Massive dams could crumble from a tiny leak, and that regenerating ability could not be infinite.

“Join me.”

“There’s no time to rest!”

So, the King of the Dead entered the battlefield with a complaint after cleaning up the leftover demons along with Tacan and Crimson Balrog. Diablo was one while Muyoung had several allies. He had a chance with them, Amon’s magic, and Gremory’s defense.

“Attack the wounds before they regenerate.”

Muyoung’s plan was a simple one. They would widen the cracks by pouring different attacks if Muyoung was not enough.

With a ringing noise, Diablo struck the ground with its tail, and soon massive flame pillars that stretched to the sky surrounded them.

‘Accelerate.’

Muyoung’s time flowed the slowest as it could go. Only Muyoung could move at full speed. However, Muyoung’s bones were cracking, and his skin was peeling off because he had used it several times already.

It was no time to stop, and Muyoung calmly went through the flames and struck with the force of a landslide. Diablo’s chest split open, and even in a world slowed down by 128 times, Diablo’s wound began to heal. Diablo’s abilities were daunting, and he did not have time to put in the second and third strikes.

However, Diablo was not the only one to match Muyoung’s speed, and Tacan struck with the hard won skills he aquired fighting for decades under Muyoung’s banner. Crimson Balrog than grabbed the ripped wound and tore it open with his strength. It was not enough.

‘Second strike.’

Diablo bit Crimson Balrog’s neck. There was a scream as the flame from Diablo’s teeth burned Crimson Balrog’s entire body. However, the hands that held the wound remained firm.

Anguish began to move faster, and Muyoung began to move as if he was dancing. Diablo was screaming as Muyoung’s sword was dismantling Diablo. However, Muyoung’s bones were twisting as the burden of using his sword in this slowed down world almost overwhelmed him.