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Chapter 59: A showdown against the King of Hell

Chapter 59: A showdown against the King of Hell

Benjamin’s joke lightened the atmosphere, kind of.

It calmed the nerves of this group of players who’ve spent hours challenging this terrifying dungeon at Hell Mode.

It changed nothing though; they still had a final boss battle to fight.

The battle began with ruin and fire.

Asmodeus didn’t move fast; he didn’t have to. He was a mountain that crushed all beneath him. Every swing of his Greataxe shattered the earth, every stomp sent shockwaves rippling, every roar burned the air itself.

You would think that unlike against the other Demon Lords when they fought against them and their summoned minions, since it was just Asmodeus this time, it was supposed to be easier but fighting this terrifying demon was anything but easy.

He was a walking calamity.

And Noah’s team? Elite pro players. Warstar Veterans they were. But even they, together struggled against the King of Hell.

One on one? No chance.

Even Noah, the Godfather of Warstar, one of the God level players produced by England couldn’t match a boss in raw strength not to talk of a final boss like Asmodeus. Skill could only compensate to an extent.

Against Kali, the Demoness of Night, faced against the impossible situation, in the flow state, Noah fought impossible odds to help his teammates turn the situation around but this time was not going to be the same.

But thankfully, this wasn’t a 1v1.

This was a team fight.

Having fought against all the other bosses of Demon’s Tower already, Noah already noticed a pattern in how the battles progressed.

Using all this information and experience plus his own knowledge of Asmodeus, the King of Hell, as they lumbered through the minions of the Demon King, Noah crafted a strategy and shared it with his teammates.

And now, he led them, his mind ruthlessly efficient, breaking down Asmodeus’ attacks like a war machine analyzing an enemy general.

Aria was the frontline blade. She dashed in, striking at gaps in the Demon King’s swings before quickly dodging out.

Benjamin was the arcane storm, creating controlled bursts of elemental destruction, shifting terrain to block Asmodeus’ footwork.

Caleb deployed his summons, not for damage but to act as meat shields, forcing Asmodeus to waste powerful swings on disposable targets.

They fought together like a well-oiled machine, like a single entity.

As for Genevieve? Like usual, she was the glue holding them together. Healing was limited, but perfectly timed shields, buffs, and cleanses kept them alive when they should have been dead.

They didn’t fight as five individuals.

Rather, they fought as one.

Asmodeus was impossibly powerful, with far more raw power than any of the other floor bosses but yet this team ground him down.

Strike by strike, spell by spell, they chipped at his HP.

The King of Hell bled, but he never stopped swinging.

A single mistake, a single misstep or miscalculation would mean instant death and yet in the face of death, these players didn’t make a single mistake.

They had played together for years; their synergy was flawless.

Yes, they were tired after playing hours through this dungeon at such an elite level but that was what they did, they were professional players for a reason.

Spending all-nighters playing games was nothing new to them.

Even when they were tired, they’ve trained their brains through years of playing video games to keep on going till that victory screen appears.

Against the King of Hell, they adapted, they endured, and outplayed him.

Until...

THUD!

Asmodeus finally dropped to one knee.

10% HP left.

The final moment of the battle had arrived, or so they thought.

The instant Asmodeus’s health dipped into the red, the temperature of the battlefield changed.

The air thickened.

The ground split apart.

His blood ignited.

And then a primal roar shook Demon’s tower.

The Demon King’s body expanded, muscles tearing and reforging, his obsidian armor fusing with molten flesh. His golden eyes burned like miniature suns, and his Greataxe doubled in size.

Berserk State!

{Wrath of the Berserker=}

The official Berserker skill was called Wrath of the Berserker.

And it was not just a normal skill neither was it a high-level skill. Rather, it was one of the most powerful skills available to a Berserker Avatar in the game, it was an Awakened level Berserker skill.

After activation, a Berserker Avatar enters an uncontrollable rage, dramatically increasing damage, attack speed, and movement speed.

Also, at max level, it grants temporary life steal during the skill duration.

Asmodeus’ Wrath of the Berserker was already at max level, making him an absolute menace to any raid party that runs into him.

At normal level, Asmodeus at red blood state was already terrifying enough, then increase the difficulty even more till it hit Hell Mode.

Noah and his teammates were not just facing a boss monster anymore, rather, they were facing an abomination of a cursed programming code.

In an instant, a certain victory no longer looked so certain after this raid party did their best, persevering against exhaustion to push themselves to the ultimate level to win.

Everything before this?

It was just a warm up.

Asmodeus, the King of Hell, had finally entered the fight.

The true battle began, the Wrath of the Berserker!

BZZZ!

The moment Asmodeus entered Berserk State; reality itself seemed to shatter as he moved with his Greataxe.

His massive form blurred, moving at speeds that should have been impossible for a being his size. The Greataxe blurred with him, becoming a whirlwind of unstoppable death.

Each swing carved through space itself.

Each footstep cracked the battlefield.

His roar wasn’t just sound, it was a force of nature, shaking the tower’s very foundations.

This was no longer just a fight; it was a storm of destruction.

It wasn’t a battle of attrition anymore.

The offensive power of Asmodeus skyrocketed after Berserk mode. Noah and his teammates had no choice, they had to kill him faster than he killed them.

Every second counted.

There were only 2 options.

Either they killed Asmodeus..., or Asmodeus killed them.

And he started killing them!

The first to succumb? Caleb.