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Chapter 58: Asmodeus, the King of Hell

Chapter 58: Asmodeus, the King of Hell

"Let’s manually break them apart!"

After Aria growled, Noah moved first.

His lance shimmered, energy compressing along its length. He vanished, reappearing behind the first Warlord, but it reacted instantly. It twisted, catching his attack on its blade, the impact sending out a shockwave.

Aria clashed blades with another, their swords sparking as they exchanged blindingly fast strikes.

Caleb unleashed his summoned horrors, but the Warlords fought back with surgical precision, severing limbs and cutting through beasts like trained executioners.

Of all the horrors they’ve faced since climbing into the 1st floor of this dungeon, the demons in this floor were clearly the worse.

They were far stronger than the other minions in lower floors, and the A.I controlling them were also far more advanced.

They caused great headache for the raid party currently facing them, but stubbornly, this group of 5 kept on going.

They would not stop going, they would keep on persevering, till they win.

That... was their creed.

Genevieve, watching everything, whispered a prayer.

BZZZ!

The next moment, a golden light erupted around them, amplifying their speed and power.

A moment later, Noah and Aria moved faster than the Warlords could react.

Blades clashed. Steel shrieked.

And one by one, the Infernal Warlords fell.

As soon as the Warlords were slain, the final wave in this dungeon floor arrived, the Doom Reapers.

They didn’t charge. They floated forward, their skeletal figures wreathed in black flame, their cursed scythes humming with death.

No footsteps, no battle cries, only silence.

Then, they struck.

Whoosh!

One appeared behind Caleb without a sound. Its scythe descended with eerie soundlessness and speed when behind him, Genevieve reacted.

She shoved him aside, the blade grazing her shoulder even as Misty Rose, her in-game Avatar gasped in pain.

Another slashed at Aria, but she blocked it too late.

The blade phased through her weapon, cutting directly into her essence.

"They ignore armor!" She hissed, gritting her teeth in slight frustration.

These were even more difficult to deal with than the others.

They weren’t fighting physical enemies, rather, they were fighting specters of death itself.

Benjamin changed tactics immediately. He conjured a storm of radiant energy, a burning aura of light that pushed back the Doom Reapers.

Noah, without hesitation, took advantage of the momentary commotion caused by Benjamin’s spell and thrust his lance through one’s skull, only for it to keep on moving like an eerie zombie.

"Genevieve!" He barked.

She understood immediately.

Raising her staff, she unleashed a divine burst, a shockwave of pure holy energy sweeping through the battlefield.

The Doom Reapers shrieked. Their forms flickered, then burned to nothingness.

Just like all the other minions that this raid party faced since entering this dungeon, they figured them out, discovering their weaknesses and quickly finding the easiest and fastest way to deal with them.

With one final surge, they destroyed the last of the minions.

The battlefield fell silent, then, in the distance, the throne began to rise.

BZZZ!

The world trembled.

And suddenly, from the heart of the battlefield, a massive throne of bone and steel rose from the abyss, its very presence distorting reality.

The throne stood atop a jagged, blackened mountain of corpses, a monument of conquest and slaughter.

And seated upon it was Asmodeus.

He was massive, even while sitting, his form exuding raw, unrelenting power.

Unlike the other demons, he wore no elaborate armor, no royal garments. He didn’t need them.

His body was a fortress of muscle, veins pulsing with molten fire, his skin dark as the abyss and etched with scarred runes of war.

His hands, the size of boulders, gripped a massive, bloodstained Greataxe, its blade wider than a man’s torso, it’s edge gleaming with the essence of countless lives ended.

And then, he opened his burning eyes.

Twin suns of annihilation locked onto Noah and his team. A slow, menacing grin spread across his face, revealing fangs the size of daggers.

And then, he stood up.

The moment his feet touched the battlefield, the very earth cracked beneath him, unable to bear his presence. A single step and the air itself exploded outward in a shockwave of raw, unfiltered destruction.

No theatrics. No elaborate speeches.

He didn’t see them as challengers, rather, he saw them as dead men walking.

Asmodeus, the King of Hell, the final boss of Demon’s Tower and the most terrifying of all the Demon Lords.

Aamon, the Grand Marquis of Hell, defeated...

Lilith, the Demoness of Night, defeated..., alongside Magoth, the first hidden boss of Demon’s Tower, the Duke of Hell.

Azazel, the Leviticus Demon, defeated...

Beelzebub, the son of Lucifer, Lord of the Flies, defeated..., alongside Kali, the Demoness of Silence, the most harrowing battle that this raid party fought in the Hell Mode version of Demon’s Tower’s 4th floor.

From the beginning, Noah and his teammates fought against overwhelming odds, odds that were so tipped against them that the only thing it promised was loss and defeat.

And yet, somehow, they passed through hurdle after hurdle, defeated obstacles, Demon Lords, and terrifying scenarios, all to arrive at this moment, the final showdown against the final boss of Demon’s Tower.

Like the others, Asmodeus, the King of Hell was also modeled after a class in Warstar. He was not a dual-class like the likes of Beelzebub or Kali though.

Asmodeus, the King of Hell was modeled after a single class, the Berserker class.

With a low, guttural chuckle, his voice rumbled like thunder before a storm.

"You’ve come far... Too far".

He took a step, the ground trembling beneath his raw might. "Then let me end your journey".

"Come". He spoke; his voice thunder incarnate.

"Struggle. Fight. Die. It matters not".

He loomed over them, his towering form radiating sheer might and power. His voice, like the grinding of mountains echoed through the chamber.

"In the end..., I remain".

The King of Hell tightened his grip on his massive Greataxe, the very air trembling under the weight of his rage.

But then, Benjamin struck.

Not with magic, not with fire, but rather with the deadliest weapon known to man..., his mouth.

He chuckled. "Damn, that’s a great ass".

"..."

Silence.

Noah blinked, Aria physically recoiled, Caleb made a sound like his soul was leaving his body. Genevieve looked like she wanted to unlearn language itself.

’The f*ck!’

For a single, cursed moment, even Asmodeus himself seemed... confused.

And then, the King of Hell roared in pure, unfiltered fury, raising his Greataxe high. "DIE!"

Benjamin grinned, completely unrepentant. "Worth it".