NOVGO.NET Chapter 745: What Kind of Demon Are You?
Chapter 745: 745: What Kind of Demon Are You?
“The Six Demon Gods…”
Bellara tilted her head back, staring into the abyss of space in disbelief. Memories she thought long dead came rushing back, tearing at her mind.
“They were slain by our Emperor… how are they still here?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
The appearance of six colossal shadows, towering higher than mountains, crushed the hearts of everyone in The Sunforge World.
For generations, their dream had been to break the curse, to shatter the cage of this world and stride into the stars.
But the moment the cage fell, the truth bared its fangs: the outside was far more terrifying than they could ever have imagined.
In the presence of these twisted, godlike abominations, even God-ranked adventurers were less than ants, fragile and meaningless.
The Demon Gods unleashed skills beyond comprehension. Entire battalions of adventurers died without warning, devoured by powers that defied logic.
How could faith survive such slaughter? How could courage remain when death struck without pattern or mercy?
This was why even gods needed armies of living weapons—only by sacrificing countless lives could they barely withstand the Demon horde.
“I’m not ready to die! I haven’t lived my dream yet, I haven’t made my fortune!”
Nuhachit knelt over the body of a childhood friend, screaming until his throat tore. The grief struck everyone around him like a hammer.
Against such horror, they were nothing but insects.
Years of training, endless battles against lesser demons—none of it mattered. These Demon Gods were bottomless chasms, devouring everything, swallowing hope itself.
“We’ve been tricked… we never should have left!”
“This is the Chaos God’s fault! The so-called Lord abandoned us! We never wanted this kind of freedom!”
Panic spread like wildfire. Thousands dropped their weapons and turned to flee toward the holy mountain.
“Cowards die where they stand!”
Darulunina’s eyes blazed as she cut down deserters, her blade flashing red. Heads rolled. Blood soaked the ground.
But even her fury couldn’t halt the collapse of morale.
A soft hand gripped her wrist. Estrella’s voice, low and steady, broke through the chaos.
“Stop. This isn’t their fault. We were fools. The outside world… is nothing but the true apocalypse.”
Bellara’s face was dark, her sword cutting down wave after wave of lesser demons. To her, they were nothing—mere shadows to be scattered.
But the six titanic silhouettes looming above… those were beyond her reach.
Even she, the Weapon God, might hold off two. Any more, and she would fall. And always in the shadows lurked the Broodmother, hidden somewhere in the void, keeping her blade at bay.
She clenched her jaw. The battle was lost. Retreat might yet save some—if they could reseal the Sunforge barrier, The Sunforge World might be spared.
But the battlefield was littered with bones. If they fell back now, those fifty thousand warriors would never rise again.
Would their sacrifice mean nothing?
“Without the fall of the Demon Gods, we have no chance,” Firevenom rumbled. “Even you cannot change that, Weapon God. Face the truth.”
“Never trust anyone from Radiant Shuttle,” Azure Abyss Drake snarled. “They bring nothing but ruin. Always.”
“Lies!”
Darulunina’s voice cut like steel, her blade raised defiantly against the drake.
“Radiant Shuttle is poison. If not for Fire God’s foresight, your Fireborn tribe would never have built a so-called civilization,” the drake spat.
Darulunina’s fists clenched, shaking with rage. She turned her gaze upward—only to realize Orson was gone.
All that remained was the crimson ribbon of light stretching into the void.
“We are not poison.”
The voice was calm, steady. Every head turned.
A black-robed youth stood there, smiling faintly. The BlazeKing himself.
Demons surged past him but never touched him, as if he were invisible.
“He’s strong! He saved us—he cut down thirty demons in a single breath!” adventurers whispered with awe.
“BlazeKing, what are you scheming this time? Your plan failed. That man cannot be trusted!” Firevenom hissed, his eyes narrowing.
Even they feared him. Even as nothing but a fragment of soul anchored to Chaos Soil, BlazeKing wielded power beyond most gods.
“Perhaps I’ve grown old. If I still lived, I’d end this myself. But alas…”
He glanced at his own hand, already dissolving into motes of light. The Chaos Soil’s time was up. His war spear fell from his grasp and vanished.
“I’m no savior. Not anymore.”
Still smiling, he looked across the battlefield. There was no bitterness in him, only quiet conviction.
“I lost in my age. Badly. But I always believed—one day, someone would unite all the civilizations of Infinite Dimensions. And when that day comes, the great scourge of the galaxy will be purged.”
“You’re insane,” the Azure Abyss Drake barked. “You’re a shade, a corpse of a man, and you still dream of overthrowing the gods?”
BlazeKing only shook his head, his smile soft.
“I wasn’t talking about myself.”
He raised his eyes to the stars.
And then, so did everyone else.
Their expressions froze.
A blinding sapphire glow bloomed across the heavens, like some alien flower unfurling in the void.
Orson opened his eyes. Starlight burned within them. His robes shifted, deepening into ghostly blue. Frost rippled from his skin, spreading through the emptiness.
Though sound could not travel through the void, they could see it—the frost sealing reality itself.
“Chaos: Eternal Frost Prison.”
A ring of ice, a thousand kilometers wide, materialized. A crescent moon of frozen annihilation cutting the stars apart.
The six Demon Gods fell silent. Their shrieks died in their throats. Tens of millions of lesser demons froze in place, the battlefield gone utterly still.
And then the flames came.
Chaos fire roared to life, igniting the heavens like a storm of torches. The endless swarm burned, reduced to ash in an instant.
“Apologies,” Org’s voice rang out as his phantom craft dissolved. He smiled, dazzling and cruel, standing behind BlazeKing.
“This world belongs to me now. And you will all bow to my command.”
“You… you’re his avatar?” Firevenom gasped. But there was nothing false about this figure. No hollow imitation.
“I am me. Call me Org. Or call me the new Lord of Sunforge.” He smiled thinly.
The four guardian beasts shifted uncomfortably. What could they say?
A level-one man, claiming dominion of their world, wearing Orson’s face?
“Six Lower God–ranked demons. Nothing more. Orson will handle them.”
Org poured himself a drink, sitting with BlazeKing as if watching a play.
Because he knew. His true self was already unstoppable. Stronger than Fire God had ever been.
Boom.
Explosions rocked the void.
The Demon Gods were no mindless beasts. They had no invulnerability skills, but their bodies were abominations of resilience. The Eternal Frost Prison cracked. Ice shattered. The six titans lunged toward the ring, hungering for the man within.
“Godflesh… divine marrow…”
The Plague Gu Sovereign’s voice was a wet rasp. It lumbered forward, a mountain of festering sores, hurling torrents of virulent slime that corroded even the fabric of space.
Orson did not flinch. His eyes were calm as still water. He raised his staff.
“Divine Domain: Supreme Firepower.”
“Chaos God Orgod: All cooldowns reset. Unlimited casting authorization granted.”
The system prompt chimed.
A grin split his face.
“This is exactly what I wanted.”
The War Supreme’s robe snapped in the storm, his black hair whipping wildly.
His voice thundered across the cosmos.
“What kind of demon dares think it can eat me?”
“What kind of demon dares block my road home?”
“Chaos Fusion.”
“Dance of the Fan-Flame.”
“Chaos Fusion.”
“Dance of the Fan-Flame.”
Again and again.
The war staff blurred into a storm of afterimages. In less than five seconds, two dozen Chaos formations flared into existence, blotting out the stars.
The sky was drowning in fire.
Critical Hit – 300,000,000!
Critical Hit – 380,000,000!
The Plague Gu Sovereign shrieked, its vast bulk shredded by an army of flame dragons.
The numbers were obscene. Beyond belief. Even the battle-hardened adventurers below felt like they were hallucinating, trapped in a nightmare of impossible power.
“What… what kind of domain is this?” Bellara whispered.
The heavens themselves seemed to burn. Hundreds of fire dragons twisted across the void, ripping holes in the night.
And in that moment, she understood.
Even among gods, there were divides.
Even within divinity, there were gulfs as wide as eternity.
The Plague Gu Sovereign, a Lower God of the Demon breed, had not even grazed Orson’s robes before it was obliterated from a hundred kilometers away.
A Demon God had fallen.
And the battlefield trembled.