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Chapter 52: Beelzebub, son of Lucifer, the Lord of the Flies

Chapter 52: Beelzebub, son of Lucifer, the Lord of the Flies

Dealing with Azazel, the Leviticus Demon took a lot out of Noah’s raid party, leaving most of them at low health.

But with Genevieve in the raid party, they always stood a chance.

With Nightingale’s funding, Noah and his teammates equipped themselves in full-clad A rank gear, some of which massively increased Genevieve’s Misty Rose Avatar’s MP capacity and mana recovery speed.

In any dungeon raid, a skilled Cleric was important but the gear was also important. Afterall, it affected a lot of things.

This time, they took over 40 minutes to clear the 3rd floor of Demon’s Tower.

In that time, Genevieve consumed her large reserves of MP healing them but at the end of the dungeon, out of combat, in-game Avatars were free to use recovery potions that they carried into the dungeon.

Noah didn’t just use Nightingale’s funding to clad his raid party in A rank gear, he also bought important recovery potions for the dungeon raids.

In dungeons that take hours to clear, when aiming for a dungeon clear record, elite raid parties also take recovery time in the dungeon into the equation.

With the HP and MP recovery potions, they spent a few minutes recovering before stepping into the 4th floor of Demon’s Tower.

The transition from Azazel’s brutalist, mechanical inferno to Beelzebub’s grotesque hive was instant and nauseating.

The air itself was diseased, thick with the overwhelming stench of decay and stagnant filth. Noah and his team stepped through the ominous gateway, their boots stinking slightly into the pulsating, fleshy ground.

Chitinous walls loomed around them, covered in writhing, twitching veins.

Massive hive structures pulsed in the distance, spewing swarms of nightmarish creatures into the sky like a festering wound vomiting its infection into the world.

The buzzing... That endless, infernal buzzing.

It filled every inch of the space, vibrating through their bones, an omnipresent sound of countless wings flapping in synchronized malice.

Standing in this world, Aria grimaced, gripping her sword tightly. "This place is disgusting," she spat.

Benjamin coughed, waving a hand in front of his face. "I love Warstar for being hyper realistic, but this..., this is extreme even for my standards". He chuckled.

"I swear, if I inhale one of these bugs, I’m quitting life".

"Stay focused," Noah gave a timely reminder, his eyes scanning their surroundings. His gut told him they weren’t alone.

And he was right.

BUZZ!

The first attack quickly came in a wave, a swarm of Pestilent Drones, their grotesque, fly-like forms blotting out the sickly yellow sky. Each was the size of a full-grown man, their swollen abdomens dripping with corrosive venom.

The second they spotted Noah’s team, they shrieked, descending in a chaotic storm of gnashing mandibles and stingers.

Caleb, ever the tactician, reacted first.

Bzzz!

His summoning circle quickly flared to life beneath him, a pack of spectral wolves lunging upward, tearing into the incoming drones.

The beasts fought with ethereal ferocity, but the drones were relentless.

Then came the Carrion Reapers; half-decayed monstrosities, their elongated limbs ending in jagged, serrated scythes.

They moved with an unnatural, twitching speed, their hollow, echoing screams filling the air like a cacophony of souls.

"...!"

The normal player would freeze at the mere sight of this but Noah didn’t hesitate. His Spellforged Battle Lance crackled with energy as he surged forward, piercing through the first Reaper in a single, clean motion.

But even as its carcass fell, another took its place.

Genevieve chanted, her healing magic radiating like a soothing beacon amidst the filth, keeping them alive as they carved their way through.

And then came the Hive Lords; massive lumbering insectoids, their bloated bodies birthing fresh waves of drones with each passing second.

Their deaths were even worse; explosive ruptures of bile and larvae, forcing the team to retreat or be consumed.

"Yeah, that’s disgusting," Benjamin said in a deadpan tone before setting a hellstorm of fire upon them, incinerating the writhing masses before they could birth more horrors.

Unlike in the previous floors where they fought intense and loud battles against the minions of the floor boss, this time, it was like fighting against pests and demonic insects with insecticides.

Just that the pests were tougher and much more terrifying than normal.

A lot of factors in this floor would have offset the momentum of any other raid party, but Noah’s raid party progressed with professional enthusiasm.

They didn’t like what they saw, but all the more reason to lay waste to everything!

After what felt like an eternity of relentless slaughter, the hive walls themselves parted before them, revealing a massive, open chamber.

The air hummed with malevolence.

And at its center, seated upon a throne woven from the corpses of his own kind was Beelzebub, son of Lucifer, the Lord of the Flies.

His form was grotesque yet strangely regal; a towering, gaunt demon with insectoid features, his elongated fingers clicking against the armrest of his throne.

His compound eyes gleamed, reflecting their every movement. A sickly grin split his mandible-lined mouth.

Unlike Azazel, the Leviticus Demon who was modeled after a Mechanic, the son of Lucifer was modeled after 2 different main classes!

From his name, he was a summoner, a demonic Summoner but not just that, he was also a Gunner!

He rose with eerie grace, his wings unfurling behind him, casting a twisted shadow across the chamber.

"Well now," he murmured, his voice a horrible mixture of reverberations and clicking tones, as if thousands of voices whispered in unison.

"I wondered how long it would take before the next fools wandered into my nest". He cackled in the same eerie voice. "Humans... are fools!"

He laughed then gestured lazily and the hive walls shuddered, birthing more horrors in the thousands, ready to devour them whole.

"But don’t worry," Beelzebub said, his many eyes gleaming with amusement. "Your deaths will serve a greater purpose. You’ll be reborn in my swarm". A familiar sick grin split his mandible-lined mouth.

In response to these words, Noah smirked, spinning his lance in hand.

"Ben, do you remember what Grand speech the last Demon Lord gave before dying to my blade?"

"Nada!" Benjamin grinned, shaking his head.

Noah chuckled, looking straight at the grotesque demon. "Cute speech. Let’s see if you can back it up".

Beezebub said no more, instead responding with action.

And with that, the battle for the 4th floor began.

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