For the first time in his life, Devil Commander Veritas trembled in fear. It was ironic that he who has been called ‘Commander of Terror’ by all, was terrified of a lesser lifeform. The source of his newfound fear was but a mere human; Humans were insignificant existences that could be killed with a single glance, but the one before him, wielding a ma.s.sive hammer, was different. Just a bit TOO different.

Over a hundred Balrog Devils were strewn across the Demon Realm floor with their skulls split open. There hadn’t been any flashy skills or spells. That stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d hammered at and ripped apart all of the demons’ skulls with ease. This human, who effortlessly swept aside the guards, approached ever closer.

“W-what do you want? Human? I’ll listen to all of your&h.e.l.lip;”

The ma.s.sive hammer flew over like lightning and dealt a critical blow to the Devil’s goat-like skull. The Grand Devil of the Demon World’s Third Circle, Veritas’ eyes spun in separate directions.

Wham! Blam! Slam!

The torrent of blows continued, not stopping until every inch of the Grand Devil’s skull was completely flattened. The Devil perished and his army laid to waste. All that was left was the King of all Devils, Hethnius Max.

Sungchul Kim opened the gate with an insidiously inscribed hexagram, then turned towards the Devil King’s Citadel. However&h.e.l.lip;

“Hm?”

On top of the blood-tinted throne was a long cold corpse. A hazy form appeared in front of the flabbergasted Sungchul. This was Hethnius Max in his ethereal form.

“Kehahahaha! You can’t kill me now! Wielder of Fal Garaz.”

It was the ethereal form of the Devil King. He had voluntarily shed his corporeal form. The reason for this was simple; Sungchul was just too strong. However, there was still a limit to physical strength.

“You can’t kill me now.”

Sungchul already knew this.

“&h.e.l.lip;”

Physical attacks did not have any effect on ethereal targets. If the target was weak, a strong blow would be able to disperse them, but this was the Devil King. Other than a few high level spells, it could never deliver a mortal blow. Furthermore, Sungchul couldn’t use magic. Rather, he had never bothered to invest in magic. Not only did he dislike magic, he even hated magicians as much as he did the devils; This was the weakness the Devil King had taken advantage of.

“I may have lost my army, but as long as I, one of the Five Great Calamities survive, the extinction prophecy will still come to pa.s.s. As it stands, we may not be able to kill one another, but I can still crush the very world you stand upon. You may hate your own kind, but what could you ever obtain from a dead world, filled with nothing but monsters and demons?”

Listening to the taunting words of the Devil King, Sungchul thoroughly came to realize something.

‘I need Magic.’