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Chapter 57: Into the final floor

Chapter 57: Into the final floor

The gate to the 5th and final floor of Demon’s Tower loomed before them.

Unlike the previous ones, which were ominous yet structured, this was a monolithic gate of blackened steel, its surface carved with thousands of screaming, writhing faces, frozen in eternal agony.

They didn’t move immediately.

They took a moment to catch their breath.

Fighting against both Beelzebub and Kali at the same time pushed them to their limits, and now, even this team led by a God level player was exhausted.

Noah and his teammates were exhausted, both in terms of resources and mentally. That struggle against both Demons in this floor pushed them to the edge, testing their limits and perseverance.

They took their time, healing their Avatars and restoring their MP even as they also used the opportunity to recover mentally.

The 5th floor of Demon’s Tower was not going to be a workover.

Theoretically, it was supposed to be the hardest and so, they took their time, preparing for the final and ultimate showdown.

After a few minutes of this, they were done.

The moment Noah inserted the key in the Gate of Hell’s Crown, the key melted into the gate like blood seeping into an open wound.

A deep, guttural groan echoed through the tower as the doors lurched apart, revealing the abyss that lay beyond.

They stepped forward, into Hell itself.

The descent into Hell’s Throne began...

The air was heavy, suffocating, pressing down on them like the weight of an entire world.

The sky was gone.

There was no ceiling, only an endless, swirling void of black flames and crimson lightning, crackling with raw, malevolent energy.

The ground was a battlefield of ruin, a vast, cracked expanse of obsidian and charred bones, stretching endlessly in all directions.

Towering spires of dark stone jutted from the earth, rivers of lava snaking between them, their glow casting monstrous shadows.

It wasn’t a dungeon floor.

Rather, it was a domain of war, a place where only the strong survived.

As they stood at the threshold of the final battlefield, the air thick with the scent of war and ruin, Benjamin took a deep breath and turned to Genevieve.

His lips curled into that familiar, infuriatingly smug grin. "So, Genevieve," he began, drawing everyone’s attention.

Behind them, she arched an eyebrow. "What?"

Benjamin spread his arms dramatically. "I guess you really put the ’live’ in ’Revive’ this time around".

"..."

For a moment, silence, then...

Aria groaned, loudly growling. "Benjamin, I swear to every god in existence..., I’ll skin you alive if you say anymore of your stupid jokes!"

Benjamin chuckled. "But it was funny.

Caleb closed his eyes and exhaled in suffering. "Sigh..., I should’ve let the Doom Reapers take me".

Genevieve simply shook her head, muttering. "Unbelievable".

Benjamin chuckled in satisfaction at their reactions.

Meanwhile, Noah, unfazed, undeterred, and completely immune to Benjamin’s puns by now gave him a deadpan stare. "Are you done?"

Benjamin, utterly shameless, grinned. "Not even close".

"Then save it for after we kill the King of Hell".

Benjamin sighed, placing a hand on his chest. "Fine, fine. I’ll put my talents on hold... for now".

And with that, they turned toward the battlefield, their laughter fading as the true war began.

It didn’t take long, the minions in Asmodeus’ domain came.

Hellbrutes, this was the first of the minions in this domain.

They were hulking demons, flesh fused with rusted armor, wielding weapons forged from tortured souls, their war cries shaking the ground as they charged.

And then there were the Infernal Warlords, towering figures, their bodies clad in demonic plate, each one a nightmare of muscle, steel, and hate, wielding colossal blades that could cleave the earth itself.

And finally, there was the Doom Reapers. Skeletal Knights, their bones charred black, wielding cursed scythes that harvested life itself, their forms flickering in and out of existence like apparitions of despair.

Each one was an elite warrior, their bloodlust palpable, their strength rivaling the best of the previous floor minions and even exceeding it.

This wasn’t just a test of endurance.

This was war.

The first wave hit like a storm.

The Hellbrutes came first. One lunged at Aria, its massive cleaver descending in a brutal arc through the air.

But twisting, her blade flashed, parrying the strike before carving a deep gash into its torso.

The towering Demon didn’t flinch. It roared, bringing both of its fists down in a devastating hammer strike.

But before it landed, Caleb’s war beast slammed into it, a spectral tiger wreathed in shadows ripping into its throat.

Noah blurred past another, his Spellforged Battle Lance spinning, impaling a Hellbrute through the chest before detonating it in a burst of kinetic force.

Aria severed another’s head.

Benjamin called down a storm of white-hot lightning, incinerating three more. Genevieve’s divine barrier shimmered, absorbing the shockwaves of their destruction.

They cut through the Hellbrutes like butchers through meat.

But this was just the beginning.

From the ruins ahead, the Infernal Warlords emerged, each a walking fortress, clad in obsidian-black demonsteel, their eyes burning with intelligence and cruelty.

Unlike the Hellbrutes, these weren’t mindless beasts.

They were masters of war.

One raised a monstrous Great sword, its edge glowing with cursed runes and swung...

BAM!

The ground split apart beneath the sheer force, a shockwave tearing through the battlefield.

Noah dodged, barely.

The second Warlord thrust its lance at Genevieve. She deflected with her staff, but the force still sent her skidding back.

Benjamin’s magic lashed out, but the Warlords weren’t like the others. With inhuman speed, one raised its armored gauntlet and the spells shattered against it.

"They can nullify magic!" Benjamin shouted.

"Then we break them apart manually," Aria growled.

She was tired of this dungeon. It had been hours since they started the raid, and every single floor of the dungeon kept pushing them to their wit’s end.

Even for a professional of her caliber, she was growing tired and exhausted.

She wanted nothing more than to end the final boss as soon as possible.

But they didn’t rush it. They were in no rush to meet the final boss, fighting him was going to be a terrifying endeavor.

So they wanted to take their time, shedding their exhaustion and recovering their edge with the minions long enough before confronting the final boss.

This was going to be a slow, grueling ride.