Chapter 1512

A disaster created by hundreds of thousands of explosions in total—t

he viewers witnessed the baptism of rays that were like heavy rain or a typhoon, and predicted the destruction of the allied forces.

There were quite a few people who closed their eyes, blocked their ears, or changed the channel because they didn’t have the courage to face the devastation that was about to unfold.

They took deep breaths for a long time before belatedly opening their eyes. Then they turned the channel back.

“

Hup...

”

They breathed in.

They resented the camera’s perspective as it skimmed through the battlefield.

Destroyed land, weapons buried in dirt, blood that formed lakes, the pieces of flesh that had lost their owners...

The devastation on the battlefield was even more terrible than expected.

It seemed to mark the beginning of the apocalypse.

Raim of the general store, Paulson at the blacksmith, the lord who was bad-tempered but always took care of them...

They were sad and afraid that everything they accumulated over the years in Satisfy would disappear.

Satisfy in the future would be completely different from the past Satisfy and it didn’t seem fun at all.

Their colleagues who wanted to go on an adventure to a more famous place and who were motivated to raise their level would gradually leave Satisfy...

“

...Uh?

”

The people who were depressed while thinking about different relationships and reasons...

They were looking at the screen with sad expressions when they belatedly noticed the music flowing from the broadcast.

Was there an orchestra on the battlefield?

The moment they thought that this was nonsensical, the screen moved.

It slowly and broadly expanded their horizons along with the majestic music.

It lightly passed by the devastated battlefield and illuminated unexpected beings.

Contrary to expectations, the allied soldiers were still alive.

They were all looking up at the sky.

They had jubilant expressions on their faces as they cheered with a momentum great enough to swallow up the music.

“......!”

The viewers gradually noticed.

Most of the traces decorating the devastation of the battlefield belonged to the demonic creatures.

The camera followed the soldiers’ gaze and soared upward to show someone’s back.

The dim light spread around him was the color of sunset.

It was the sun that lit up the black sky distorted by demonic energy.

“Cra...zy...”

It was thrilling and delightful.

People realized the reason why heroes existed.

***

‘Move slowly.’

The temporarily flustered Grid soon calmed down.

He confirmed that Baal’s laughter had stopped.

He knew that excessive tension could become poison, thus he relaxed his body and mind.

‘To what level is he?’

Grid had fought Baal’s ego fragment previously, but this wasn’t enough to use as a reference.

Baal had possessed Agnus at that time, while the current Baal was in Zik’s body.

It was incomparable.

Zik was a

concept that was

superior to a yangban. He was a real half-god. He was building up worthy achievements and worship to become a

god

.

‘First of all, measure it through speed.’

Grid had lived a busy life over the past few days.

He accumulated golden experience through the spar with Biban and witnessing the battle between Zeratul and Hayate.

Thanks to this, he grasped his level properly.

He could almost certainly reach the speed of sound, but it was difficult starting from supersonic speed.

Even if he maximized his transcendent senses, there were often cases where he was ‘unable to respond even if he knew.’

While he recognized the attack, he couldn’t avoid it. He had to rely entirely on his intuition.

If Baal’s speed broke through the ‘normal’ speed of sound like Zeratul, it meant Grid’s odds of winning were lower.

However, Grid didn’t evaluate Baal’s skills too highly.

No matter how strong, he thought it would be Biban-grade.

Considering that Baal was the direct lineage of the absolute god (Yatan), it could be said that he was on the same level as Zeratul. Still, that was only the background of his birth.

Zeratul had the status of a god, while Baal was only a great demon.

Baal might’ve been born at the same time as Zeratul, but it was unlikely he was on the same level as Zeratul, who steadily built up his status through human faith.

The number one archangel that hadn’t been seen yet—they were the antithesis of Baal. Probably.

‘It isn’t even his main body and this is the human world.’

The worlds might be mixed together, but it was different from pure hell. Baal was significantly weakened.

In conclusion...

‘The odds of winning are high.’

This was a judgment he made in an instant.

Meanwhile, Baal also evaluated Grid.

“You are ripe.” It was a completely contrary assessment from their past encounter in hell. “You are playing a proper role compared to the days when you stayed as a human despite being qualified to be a god. I can see why that guy Chepardea made a fuss.”

The world believed that the culprit of this war was Baal.

It was natural since all of hell had invaded the human world.

However, reality was different.

It was Chepardea who caused the war.

He had to kill Grid, take everything away from Grid, and lower his status.

Baal just let Chepardea do as he wanted.

“......”

Grid was surprised.

Was it because it was just an ego fragment?

Only a certain personality was shown, so Baal’s tone was completely different from when he was in hell. It was rather frivolous and didn’t feel like Baal.

The conversation wasn’t long.

Baal headed straight to Grid and attacked as if to appease his boredom.

‘He is Biban-grade, but he is much trickier due to his killing moves and debuffs. The variables are his power and hell summoning.’

Grid evaluated Baal’s level through one collision.

Zik’s body was much better than what Zikfrector had mentioned and Baal made use of this near-perfect body to the limit.

Moreover, he called all types of debuffs.

Grid resisted many of them, but he was still affected by a few.

His level of transcendence decreased by several stages, his Skin of Transcendence and other transcendent effects disappeared, and several titles were sealed.

Of course, his divinity was maintained.

Perhaps thanks to this, he avoided the debuffs of his weaknesses being exposed and the decreased concentration.

The sealed titles were those mostly obtained in the early and mid stages.

The titles obtained by becoming a god or those that had a direct or indirect influence to becoming a god were still intact.

Perhaps it was because it was a malice presumed to belong to Baal. The distorted hell and vague will of Yatan couldn’t harm a god’s dignity.

Just then, Grid’s jaw bent at an angle.

It was due to Baal’s fist that stretched out like a light. Grid took a step back to avoid it, but it touched his chin. He suffered 15,000 damag