The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich-Chapter 785 - Final Battle (Part 10)
Chapter 785: Final Battle (Part 10)
The sudden appearance of two additional Main Gods on the battlefield attracted a countless amount of attention. Nobody had expected that another two Main Gods would actually appear.
A headless black giant was currently fighting against Barbarot. Heimor wouldn’t possibly hold back against a monstrous Chaos Main God by still remaining in his black-haired, black-eyed human youth form.
Heimor, the Lord of Despair. He was previously one of the three Devil Main Gods, as one as one of the evilest existences in the entire Chaos Abyss… even now.
Heimor’s true body was a black headless giant. There were only burning black flames on his neck where his head should have been. The black flames surrounding his physical body still continued to shout as he did battle.
It seemed that the flames were his real physical body. He was using a chain sword to fight against Barbarot, while the flames transformed into various faces that taunted his enemy. Even though Heimor was a venerated Main God, he trash talked in a way that even hoodlums would look down upon.
“You almost, almost managed to bite me!
“Pee-yew, you stink! Did you not brush your teeth?
“Pahaha, I forgot that beasts aren’t able to use floss.
“Hey hey, are you trying to bite me with your lower mouth? I recommend that you try plastic surgery…”
Heimor’s trash talk became ever dirtier as his attacks became more vicious. It was obvious that he knew Barbarot from quite long ago.
Heimor and Lasnina were both Devil Lords who used a chain sword as their preferred weapon, but the difference between the two was the difference between a teacher and a student (I later learned that Lasnina really had learned her techniques from Heimor).
Heimor’s chain sword was bloody and putrid as well as obviously coated with a venom. The black flames invaded the chains and caused the chain sword to separate into pieces that transformed into snakes, scorpions, wolves, and so on which furiously tore at and poisoned Barbarot’s physical body.
Meanwhile, Heimor’s physical body fought like a hoodlum would, pushing Barbarot down onto the ground for a beatdown, looking for all opportunities to pull Barbarot’s hair, slap him in the face, and pull out his fangs.
There weren’t many legends about Heimor in the mortal plane. However, what people did know was that he was the master of all dream devils who spread hatred and nightmares, meaning that he was a master of mind magic.
Back during the battle of Hell, Heimor hadn’t appeared in Hell as he was busy on a trip to ambush the Queen of Storms. When Hell became completely separated from the mortal plane, Heimor had remained in the mortal plane as the highest-level combat strength for the Hell Devils.
There were no schemes behind this, as this was all a coincidence! Would anyone believe me if I said that? The devils were really sly. They had left a top-level member back in the mortal plane just in case… Ahem, let’s not mind matters from the past. The important part was that we won the battle of Hell, and we were now ironclad allies.
As I previously mentioned, this current battle was the first major battle initiated by the Hell Faction and its allies in the mortal plane. We couldn’t possibly afford to lose this battle for the sake of face. Ayer had privately given me full authority over everything here in order to obtain victory.
Full authority sounded simple, but this was actually quite a significant matter. Full authority meant that I could make use of the full power of the Hell Faction, including the Main Gods.
That’s right, we also had Main Gods. However, the ones who already received Hell’s Concepts would find it far too difficult to leave Hell. It wouldn’t be that meaningful for them to merely send incarnations, and it would also cost a significant price to try and interfere with things all the way in the mortal plane. It wouldn’t be worth it under most circumstances.
But since the enemy had Main God level existences, I would never walk onto such a battlefield emptyhanded, especially since I knew that I had accidentally taunted all of them already. It would be utterly foolish to directly jump out in front of them.
Thus, I directly recruited Heimor for the purpose of having him fight against the Lord of Tyranny. I originally wanted to watch a duel between the Devil Main Gods, but now it became a fight between a Devil Main God and a Demon Main God, which was also quite a nice show.
However, I was slightly regretting things now.
Heimor was the Lord of Despair. The moment that he appeared on the battlefield, he started emanating an aura of despair everywhere. Weaker souls would instantly collapse due to feeling an overwhelming amount of despair. Some people kneeled on the ground and bawled rivers of tears, while others even committed suicide with their own weapons.
Those who were dumb enough to look at Heimor directly without having a resolute will would immediately become insane and hysterical. Their souls would soon be destroyed and they would transform into new dream devils unless they received assistance in time.
“…Why is it that I feel like we’re the ones on the side of evil?”
With the current style, Donatis and Sophocles actually appeared like mighty War Gods, while Heimor’s domain of despair was transforming our own brave warriors into lunatics. If it wasn’t for the special circumstances, Heimor appearing like this in the mortal plane with his true body would likely result in a unified attack on him by the other Gods.
Right now, Heimor was even spitting on Barbarot, who was pinned to the ground with his chain sword. When compared to Heimor, even Barbarot seemed more like someone on the side of justice.
“If the silly cat was here, she would probably tell me ‘Did you just realize that you’re the antagonist disguised as a protagonist?’”
Unfortunately, nobody was here to make comments like that to me. Harloys’ true body was currently rushing here from the eastern battlefront. The moment that the Main Gods appeared on the battlefield, Harloys had canceled most of her clones and returned all of her strength to her true body, as we needed every bit of combat strength we could right now.
“Although it’s a terrible image, fine, an extremely terrible image, Heimor is indeed quite strong… Hey, hey, hey, Heimor, could you be a bit stronger for me? I was just praising you!”
Before I even finished my sentence, Barbarot recovered and knocked Heimor onto the ground for a beatdown.
Tsk, what a pitiful beatdown, as every blow was a direct hit.
In a way, this was also something that I expected, as I had never counted on Heimor being able to defeat Barbarot. There was a tremendous difference between the two’s special abilities, after all. Having the sly Heimor have a direct confrontation against Barbarot was something I could only choose helplessly.
“Persist, at least until Donatis loses.”
“You make it sound easy, so come fight him yourself… Damn it, you stinky lion, you think that only you know how to bite!? Take my poisonous fangs!”
Although Heimor was disadvantaged, it sounded like he would at least be able to hold on for a while longer when judging how energetic his roar was. I hoped that he could at least last until Donatis lost.
Yes, that’s right, I was expecting that the strongest Chaos War God Donatis, who had never lost a single time before, would lose here.
Before this moment, nobody here had ever expected that Donatis, who was a master of direct confrontations, would actually be completely suppressed in battle.
“So this is the true power level of Titan, the first ever Titan to be born? I’m truly lucky that I didn’t need to have a direct fight against him back in the day.”
However, I didn’t have the spare time to watch the other battles, as this fight was going to be three against three. Nobody could take it easy, as the first to lose would likely cause their entire side to lose.
The last Chaos Main God here was my old enemy Sophocles, who was already standing before me. Unlike his usual quiet expression, his eyes now showed the determination to kill me.
