The Monster King's Legacy-Chapter 108: An Unbelievable Battle

The battlefield was silent.

The mysterious man floated mid-air. Unlike Cervic or the Demon Lord, he wore no armor, no regal robes, no battle-worn cloak. Instead, his attire was simple, a plain black tunic and a light coat over it, dark trousers, and a pair of comfortable looking sandals. He even looked to just be in his mid ages, perhaps approaching fifty years old, but a very healthy fifty year old at that.

His presence, however, was anything but ordinary.

The alliance warriors, the dwarven kings, and the elves all stared at him, unsure of what to make of this man.

Cervic, still kneeling with his battered body, did not wonder like the rest, as he recognised who this man was, the moment his gaze landed on the man.

Without hesitation, he took a step back, then another. Finally, he turned away, withdrawing from the battle entirely and rejoining the exhausted alliance warriors.

The dwarven kings, perplexed by his retreat, immediately pressed him for answers.

"Why are you falling back?" one of them demanded. "We need all the strength we can get! If you recover—"

Cervic shook his head. "It’s no longer our battle."

The dwarves frowned, looking back at the man. "Who is he?" Enjoy exclusive adventures from novelbuddy

Cervic exhaled, his voice carrying reverence and finality.

"The Godking."

As soon as he said those words, the place was filled with another layer of silence, even the strongest among them felt their hearts freeze. The name, The Godking, wasn’t a simple name at all, he wasn’t a simple existence. Humanity’s strongest, the mightiest king, perhaps, the most powerful existence of all three major races.

Many had heard of him, some even dismissing him as a mere legend as exaggeration, taking his tales as either stories of old or exaggerations, as no one had seen him in action for centuries. Yet, here he stood, floating above them all with unmatched presence.

For the first time since the battle began, the Demon Lord himself reacted first. A deep growl rumbled from the Demon Lord’s throat as he stared at the new opponent before him. The danger he sensed was unlike anything before.

Cervic had forced him to fight actively for a while, the alliance had put up a commendable resistance… But none of them had ever truly threatened him.

This man before him did.

Instantly, the Demon Lord summoned his abyssal armor. Darkness swirled around his form, congealing into a massive, spiked armor of the void itself, adorned with twisting runes that pulsed with abyssal energy. The very air around him trembled under the weight of his true strength.

In his hand, he summoned a weapon., a massive black greatsword, its blade unnatural, forged from the abyss itself. The weapon pulsed with malice and darkness, a blade capable of tearing through space and consuming even the strongest of defenses.

His aura exploded outward in an instant, the ground beneath him several metres cracking. The very essence of the world trembled as he unleashed the full extent of his power. He clenched his sword, his crimson eyes locked onto the Godking.

"You are dangerous." His voice was lower now, lacking mockery. For the first time, the Demon Lord spoke with seriousness.

Then, his lips twisted into a grin.

"But it won’t matter. You are too late."

Without warning or even waiting for a response to hear what his opponent would say, he attacked, vanishing from where he stood, a sonic boom erupting as he launched himself toward the Godking with unfathomable speed, his abyssal blade carving through the air with mountain-shattering force.

The attack came with enough strength to cleave a mountain in half… at least it felt so… And yet—It ddn’t just not hit the target, it missed… Completely.

The Godking had simply shifted to the side.

Effortlessly.

The Demon Lord’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he twisted, launching a second strike.

Then a third…

A fourth…

A relentless flurry of high-speed abyssal slashes filled the sky, and yet not a single one connected.

The Godking didn’t even look like he was trying. His expression remained neutral, his movements minimal, each step, each shift, each motion executed with flawless precision, dodging the Demon Lord’s attacks with an ease that shouldn’t be possible.

To the onlookers, the battle was nearly invisible, only keeping track through sound alone. Even Cervic could barely follow their movements, but from the little glimped from time to time, it was unbelievable, but at the same time, still believable. The Demon Lord, the most feared being across the continents, was missing every attack, and as for the Godking? He hadn’t even counterattacked yet.

All that changed rather quickly, as the Godking took action, and as soon as he did, his fist connected.

The moment it did, the air split apart, a shockwave unlike anything before erupting as the Demon Lord was blasted downward, his massive armored form sent crashing into the earth like a meteor.

The impact shook the entire expanse, a mushroom cloud of debris and dust rising into the sky, before being blown away by a powerful wind.

Hat appeared was a massive crater, and at the center of it, the Demon Lord rose slowly, almost immediately. His body healed instantly, abyssal energy surging as his wounds closed.

He grined at the Godking, as though passing a message of how hard it would be to get rid of him. He then launched forward again towards the Godking, but this time, the Godking did not hold back.

What followed was a series of strikes with his bare fists. When it connected with the demon lord’s body, that entire part would be blasted apart exposing innards, bones and bloodied flesh. Each impact was like a divine calamity, shaking not nly the demon lord and creating grotesque holes through him, but it also shook the world around.

Gradually, the Demon Lord’s regeneration slowed… Then… it stopped.

His abyssal armor was completely shattered, his abyssal sword crumbled.

Just when he started to regenerate again, his head separated from his body, a clean, decisive beheading.

The Godking did not hesitate.

With a simple flick of his hand, a white flame ignited.

It consumed both the head and the body of the demon lord, not even the abyssal energy coarsing through the demon lord’s body could resist this mysterious flame.

The flames devoured the Demon Lord completely, and when they faded… Nothing remained.

The Demon Lord was no more, just like that, was no more.

The battlefield was silent once more as the Godking exhaled. "That’s over with."

He turned, his eyes falling upon the alliance forces still staring in shock.

Then, in a usual bored tone, he spoke…

"Now then... Who’s in charge here?" He asked, his gaze falling on one in particular.

…

Cervic stood amidst the shattered battlefield, his black armor in ruins, his body aching and sore with injuries that even his absurd endurance couldn’t ignore. Yet, his mind was still trying to process what had just happened.

The Demon Lord was dead.

Not sealed. Not defeated. Totally Erased from existence without a trace… perhaps just his soul? Even then. Though he had expected the outcome, it was still equally as shocking to witness.

Not just that, but the man responsible was standing before him, arms crossed, with a casual unamused expression.

The Godking spoke, his voice carrying a calm authority. "Cervic."

Hearing his name spoken so casually by this man was unsettling, but Cervic pushed that thought aside and straightened, forcing himself to remain composed despite his battered state.

"Gather the survivors, they’ll be attended to shortly." The Godking ordered.

Cervic gave a short nod. "It will be done."

He turned away, sending orders to the remnants of the alliance forces. The warriors, though shaken, obeyed without question, dragging their injured comrades toward one part of the battlefield.

As Cervic worked, he could feel the Godking’s gaze sweeping across the battlefield, not with concern or sadness, but with the detached calculation of a being far beyond them… at least, that was the feeling he got.

A minute or so later, the air above them shifted, and a series of golden portals shimmered into existence midair, rippling like reflections on disturbed water.

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From within them, figures emerged.

Men and women clad in pristine battle gear and robes, their presence alone exuding strength and confidence. Some bore swords, others wielded staffs or exotic weapons. There were mages and warriors alike.

Though anyone looking could tell that they had arrived late, their discipline remained topnotch.

The moment their feet touched the ground, the healers rushed forward, tending to the wounded.

Cervic, despite himself, exhaled in relief.

This battle had taken a toll on all of them. Without the Godking’s intervention, all of them would have perished.

As the battlefield stirred with movement, the Godking stood silently, his eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze swept across the survivors. Then, his thoughts paused.

His golden eyes flickered toward a particular absence.

The human who leads goblins… He was not there.

While he was in his own thoughts, a group of warriors stepped forward, their leader bowing respectfully before the Godking.

"My Lord." The warrior’s voice was steady. "With your permission, we would like to head for the Demon Capital and cleanse the remnants."