Dungeon of Pride, Laplace-Chapter 1011- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (8)

1011 Chapter 1011- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (8)

He wanted to learn more about it— that tune, that hum, and what that ancient language was. Simon felt like he was on the verge of a breakthrough. If only he could take the next step, the walls barring his growth would collapse.

Thankfully for him, he would get plenty of chances to witness the high ranking demon nobles display their power. For Simon, there could not be a better place than this war to train himself.

While Simon was going through the epiphany of a breakthrough the beam of annihilation- [Níðhögg] crashed onto the barrier protecting the city.

BANG…

The [Sanctum of Protection] shattered like a delicate piece of glass struck by a hammer, unable to stop the attacks. And just like that, the once impenetrable barrier that stood as Orlandos' final hope disintegrated into countless fragments.

The falling fragments of the barrier reflected in the eyes of numerous humans, the silence that ran in the city and the roar of the Níðhöggs painted a dreadfully beguiling picture.

The massive beams of abyssal energy, which looked like serpents of destruction, opened their gaping maw like an all consuming force. They surged forward, swallowing everything in their path— light, air, sound, buildings... everything disappeared.

Those left alive, could do nothing but watch as the serpents open their maw, ready to devour them. This was the… end.

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"[True Silver— Limitless Slash]!"

A clear, sonorous voice, cut through the chaos like a blade through flesh. In that instant, the veil of darkness around the entire city was split apart.

A titanic slash of pure silver radiance tore through the sky, dividing the world in half. The sheer brilliance of the attack was so blinding that it seemed to carve through the fabric of existence itself, leaving behind a trail of fractured space.

The overwhelming beams of annihilation were cleaved cleanly, the silver arc cutting through the serpents as though slicing through silk. One half of the attack veered off into the distant sky, splitting apart the clouds and turning the heavens white.

The other half was driven into the ground, leaving behind a massive ravine that split the battlefield apart. Any demons or monsters unfortunate enough to be in the trajectory of the sword slash perished.

Tens of thousands or even hundreds disappeared in an instant. Sky, land, light and darkness, life and death, everything divided by a single sword strike. The entire battlefield and even the whole plains were taken aback.

That said, even after cleaving through the combined power of more than thirty Demon Dukes, the sword strike did not fade. It still held twenty per cent of its power. And it was coming straight for…. the Demon Dukes.

"SHIT!!"

The realization hit the Demon Dukes like a hammer. Those with swift reflexes— Gareth, Vordanaz, and a handful of others— moved from their positions, flickering out of the strike's path with grim expressions.

They knew better than to take a blow of such magnitude head on.

Those who couldn't react in time weren't as fortunate.

SLASH…...

More than ten Demon Dukes screamed as the sword light tore through them, a searing white gash appearing across their chests. Blood, thick and dark, burst out of their bodies like a fountain.

They lurched backwards, clutching their wounds in agony as they plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground with an earth shaking impact.

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Dividing the sky and earth, killing hundreds of thousands of demons and severely injuring more than ten Demon Dukes. Everybody froze, all eyes wide with horror, looked toward the centre of the city— toward the lone figure who stood at the roof of the palace with his sword unsheathed.

The man had challenged the impossible and stood with his back straight as a sword.

"Bring me Agramon!!"

Vincent roared. The sword in his hand flashed brightly once again.

His words echoed across the battlefield, slicing through the cacophony of war like a blade. At that moment, the entire demon horde froze. Soldiers, beasts, and nobles alike tensed, their monstrous faces twitching with unease.

Sweat dripped down their foreheads, their bodies stiff with fear. They had all witnessed the human's strength to kill hundreds of thousands with one slash, his overwhelming presence held them in place.

However, what truly horrified them was the name he had dared to utter so boldly... Agramon. To speak the name of the Demon Lord of Envy in such a disrespectful tone, with such arrogance— it was sacrilege of the highest order. The air itself seemed to tighten as if suffocating under the weight of the provocation.

And then, just as expected, a bone chilling killing intent flooded the battlefield. It was so vast, so all consuming, that even the world itself was painted in the crimson of slaughtered souls.

The mere pressure of it sent shivers down the spines of even the highest ranking demons present. From the skies, three figures emerged, their expressions twisted in fury.

In the lead was Garvex his three eyes burned with indignation as he snarled, "Puny human! How dare you take the name of a being as hallowed as our lord with that disrespectful tone of yours!"

"Hoh? What if I want to? What if I want to wipe my ass with that name? What can you do about it?"

Vincent's words were laced with mockery that looked down on all the demons and stroked their fury further.

"You dare mock our lord?! You are asking for death!!" Garvex was so mad that he looked like he couldn't wait to tear apart the disrespectful human this instant.

"Heh! Try and see if you can kill me," Vincent pointed his sword at them "Get lost, I have no business with number two. Bring out your boss. Tell him to fight me."

Gasps rippled through the ranks of demons. Even the arrogant high ranking nobles couldn't believe their ears. To demand the presence of their Demon Lord so directly— it was beyond suicidal; it was insanity.

"Good heavens," a voice rang with both amusement and exasperation. The next second, a figure bathed in pure white light appeared beside Vincent.

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