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Chapter 150: I'll Do It Myself
Saraka shot Belial a look and said no more.
Her expression clearly screamed, "I don't know this moron."
The demon's gaze quickly fell upon the red-silver armor. It perfectly matched Belial's prior description, and indeed, Saraka could feel an extraordinary fluctuation of light from this body.
It was an energy fluctuation that creatures like them, born in darkness, instinctively loathed. Merely being in the same space with it sparked an uncontrollable urge to tear the other party to pieces.
Detestable light.
Although Saraka looked down on Belial, he was, after all, an offspring of Trigon just like her. For Belial to be repeatedly solo-killed by this opponent—setting aside the suspicion that he was intentionally feeding kills due to his long-held dissatisfaction with their father—the opponent's strength was likely considerable.
In any case, she couldn't be careless.
Saraka took the initiative. With a great roar, she swung her demon claw and unleashed a tyrannical sphere of blood-colored demonic energy. It resembled a roiling ball of bloody mist as it howled towards Orin Vale.
Orin Vale didn't dodge or evade, simply raising his left palm. The Ultra Barrier materialized as a wall before him. The crimson wave washed over the barrier, its tidal impact sweeping up all the church's tables, chairs, and decorations like kindling, crushing them to dust in mid-air.
But the magic power, the shower of fragments, and the hurricane were all blocked on the other side of the barrier, unable to shake it in the slightest.
Barry tensed, about to run, but Orin Vale cut him off with a wave of his hand. "It's fine, I'll handle this."
As he spoke, he moved his feet, and an electric arc burst forth. The afterimage left by the mobile battle armor, wreathed in lightning, vanished into thin air, as if it had shattered the shackles of spacetime in the instant it accelerated.
Saraka's pupils shrank. By the time her eyes caught sight of that blurred image again, he was already right in her face.
So fast...
An almost instinctive defensive reaction. Blood-colored demonic energy erupted from the demon's body, enveloping her like a cushioning shield.
However, it was completely useless.
Before him, that protective layer of energy was fragile as tofu. The fist, shimmering with a pale blue electric arc, didn't slow in the slightest, blasting through the demon's defenses like an unrestrained electromagnetic cannon. A deafening roar, like lightning tearing across the sky. The magic power barrier shattered like a fragile layer of broken ice, its fragments scattering like glittering shards of crystal across the sky.
Saraka instantly spat out a mouthful of old blood, her body flying uncontrollably into the air. She felt the very air around her warp under the pressure, her body launching upwards with the superspeed of a rocket. The church's old wooden ceiling structure shattered against her spine with a loud crack, sending plaster dust flying everywhere.
The dense dust cloud was pierced by an afterimage. The demon, flying backward, seemed to merge with the sky as the image of the city under the night sky rapidly receded in her vision.
Her chest felt a bit chilly, and for some reason, the wind felt quite strong.
She looked down instinctively.
Oh, her chest had been pierced.
That monster-like punch had blasted a hole straight through her, *filling her with blossoming joy*. She knew something felt off, a bit too breezy. No wonder.
She had always thought Belial was just making up excuses for his repeated failures. An unremarkable human dimension—even if you occasionally met someone who could put up a bit of a fight, how strong could they possibly be?
It's not like everyone was walking around stacked with buffs and brimming with divine power like Shazam, right?
But now, she'd changed her mind.
That bastard Belial had shamelessly claimed that during their first encounter, he had fought that light creature for three hundred rounds, and only lost because he'd miscalculated a skill and was caught off guard.
Dammit, how did that guy have the gall to boast? Against an overpowered individual like this, if a trashy clone like Belial's could even take three of his moves, that would already count as a power burst, okay?
After all, she, Saraka, couldn't even take three moves...
Ultra Shot!
Released from the battlesuit's hand, a sapphire light ray shot out from Orin Vale's palm. The demon in mid-air was instantly engulfed by the radiance, crushed into ashes in a heartbeat.
Belial couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement as he watched this scene.
This speed, this explosive power... He felt that the guy was countless times more overpowered than when he'd first encountered him.
Although he knew Saraka would be no opponent for him, he truly hadn't expected her to be insta-killed so quickly.
Do you light creatures just level up whenever you feel like it?
Belial was still craning his neck, staring at the hole in the ceiling, when an electric arc suddenly crackled beside him. Before he knew it, Orin Vale had used Flash to appear right in front of him.
"Buddy, that was awesome! Your moves just now, that hook punch... hah! That idiot Saraka must be absolutely furious right now."
Belial chuckled, looking even happier than the opponent, despite his teammate having just died.
Orin Vale gave the demon a strange look.
An incomprehensible question began to form uncontrollably in his mind.
Was this demon always like this when he first met him, or had dying too many times broken his brain?
Noticing that all eyes in the room were now focused on him, the gleefully laughing Belial's smile stiffened.
Oh, right. I almost forgot.
Looks like it's my turn next, huh?
Orin Vale slowly raised his palm cannon.
"Wait."
Belial raised a claw, a smile spreading across his face.
"Hey, we know each other so well, why be such a stranger? There's no need to trouble you to do it yourself."
As he spoke, he raised his right claw. A ball of dark, tyrannical magic power roiled in his palm.
"I can take care of a small matter like this myself."
Boom!
The magic power in his palm exploded, the tyrannical impact instantly blowing the demon's head to bits. The headless demon knelt and fell to the ground, its remaining body quickly turning to ashes.
Witnessing such a scene for the first time, the apprentice Flash Barry was completely stunned.
Are all demons this intense nowadays? Ruthless to their teammates, and even more ruthless to themselves?
But when it came to shock, no one present could possibly compare to the bishop who had witnessed the entire process.
This bishop, once a devout believer who trusted that the supreme Lord would deliver his verdict, had first witnessed the summoned daughter of a god chatting and laughing with the enemy while holding a ladle. Then, two sons of a god appeared, but one of them was insta-killed at light speed, while the other seemed to have a screw loose. Not only did he not help his teammate when she was getting beaten, but he even stood on the sidelines trash-talking. And to top it all off, he then blew his own head off...
So just what kind of gods had he been believing in all this time?
The god of humor?
In the silent air of the church, the faint sound of something shattering could be heard.
It was the sound of a once-firm faith being crushed to dust.
And then, he went insane.
"Hehehe... hahaha! It's fake! It's all fake!" the bishop began to laugh maniacally. "What god? What divine punishment? The salvation of the world... It's fake! All of it is fake! Hahahaha—GACK!"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
That was Batman's hand strike to his neck.
Batman hates hearing people laugh like that.
(end of chapter)
Saraka shot Belial a look and said no more.
Her expression clearly screamed, "I don't know this moron."
The demon's gaze quickly fell upon the red-silver armor. It perfectly matched Belial's prior description, and indeed, Saraka could feel an extraordinary fluctuation of light from this body.
It was an energy fluctuation that creatures like them, born in darkness, instinctively loathed. Merely being in the same space with it sparked an uncontrollable urge to tear the other party to pieces.
Detestable light.
Although Saraka looked down on Belial, he was, after all, an offspring of Trigon just like her. For Belial to be repeatedly solo-killed by this opponent—setting aside the suspicion that he was intentionally feeding kills due to his long-held dissatisfaction with their father—the opponent's strength was likely considerable.
In any case, she couldn't be careless.
Saraka took the initiative. With a great roar, she swung her demon claw and unleashed a tyrannical sphere of blood-colored demonic energy. It resembled a roiling ball of bloody mist as it howled towards Orin Vale.
Orin Vale didn't dodge or evade, simply raising his left palm. The Ultra Barrier materialized as a wall before him. The crimson wave washed over the barrier, its tidal impact sweeping up all the church's tables, chairs, and decorations like kindling, crushing them to dust in mid-air.
But the magic power, the shower of fragments, and the hurricane were all blocked on the other side of the barrier, unable to shake it in the slightest.
Barry tensed, about to run, but Orin Vale cut him off with a wave of his hand. "It's fine, I'll handle this."
As he spoke, he moved his feet, and an electric arc burst forth. The afterimage left by the mobile battle armor, wreathed in lightning, vanished into thin air, as if it had shattered the shackles of spacetime in the instant it accelerated.
Saraka's pupils shrank. By the time her eyes caught sight of that blurred image again, he was already right in her face.
So fast...
An almost instinctive defensive reaction. Blood-colored demonic energy erupted from the demon's body, enveloping her like a cushioning shield.
However, it was completely useless.
Before him, that protective layer of energy was fragile as tofu. The fist, shimmering with a pale blue electric arc, didn't slow in the slightest, blasting through the demon's defenses like an unrestrained electromagnetic cannon. A deafening roar, like lightning tearing across the sky. The magic power barrier shattered like a fragile layer of broken ice, its fragments scattering like glittering shards of crystal across the sky.
Saraka instantly spat out a mouthful of old blood, her body flying uncontrollably into the air. She felt the very air around her warp under the pressure, her body launching upwards with the superspeed of a rocket. The church's old wooden ceiling structure shattered against her spine with a loud crack, sending plaster dust flying everywhere.
The dense dust cloud was pierced by an afterimage. The demon, flying backward, seemed to merge with the sky as the image of the city under the night sky rapidly receded in her vision.
Her chest felt a bit chilly, and for some reason, the wind felt quite strong.
She looked down instinctively.
Oh, her chest had been pierced.
That monster-like punch had blasted a hole straight through her, *filling her with blossoming joy*. She knew something felt off, a bit too breezy. No wonder.
She had always thought Belial was just making up excuses for his repeated failures. An unremarkable human dimension—even if you occasionally met someone who could put up a bit of a fight, how strong could they possibly be?
It's not like everyone was walking around stacked with buffs and brimming with divine power like Shazam, right?
But now, she'd changed her mind.
That bastard Belial had shamelessly claimed that during their first encounter, he had fought that light creature for three hundred rounds, and only lost because he'd miscalculated a skill and was caught off guard.
Dammit, how did that guy have the gall to boast? Against an overpowered individual like this, if a trashy clone like Belial's could even take three of his moves, that would already count as a power burst, okay?
After all, she, Saraka, couldn't even take three moves...
Ultra Shot!
Released from the battlesuit's hand, a sapphire light ray shot out from Orin Vale's palm. The demon in mid-air was instantly engulfed by the radiance, crushed into ashes in a heartbeat.
Belial couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement as he watched this scene.
This speed, this explosive power... He felt that the guy was countless times more overpowered than when he'd first encountered him.
Although he knew Saraka would be no opponent for him, he truly hadn't expected her to be insta-killed so quickly.
Do you light creatures just level up whenever you feel like it?
Belial was still craning his neck, staring at the hole in the ceiling, when an electric arc suddenly crackled beside him. Before he knew it, Orin Vale had used Flash to appear right in front of him.
"Buddy, that was awesome! Your moves just now, that hook punch... hah! That idiot Saraka must be absolutely furious right now."
Belial chuckled, looking even happier than the opponent, despite his teammate having just died.
Orin Vale gave the demon a strange look.
An incomprehensible question began to form uncontrollably in his mind.
Was this demon always like this when he first met him, or had dying too many times broken his brain?
Noticing that all eyes in the room were now focused on him, the gleefully laughing Belial's smile stiffened.
Oh, right. I almost forgot.
Looks like it's my turn next, huh?
Orin Vale slowly raised his palm cannon.
"Wait."
Belial raised a claw, a smile spreading across his face.
"Hey, we know each other so well, why be such a stranger? There's no need to trouble you to do it yourself."
As he spoke, he raised his right claw. A ball of dark, tyrannical magic power roiled in his palm.
"I can take care of a small matter like this myself."
Boom!
The magic power in his palm exploded, the tyrannical impact instantly blowing the demon's head to bits. The headless demon knelt and fell to the ground, its remaining body quickly turning to ashes.
Witnessing such a scene for the first time, the apprentice Flash Barry was completely stunned.
Are all demons this intense nowadays? Ruthless to their teammates, and even more ruthless to themselves?
But when it came to shock, no one present could possibly compare to the bishop who had witnessed the entire process.
This bishop, once a devout believer who trusted that the supreme Lord would deliver his verdict, had first witnessed the summoned daughter of a god chatting and laughing with the enemy while holding a ladle. Then, two sons of a god appeared, but one of them was insta-killed at light speed, while the other seemed to have a screw loose. Not only did he not help his teammate when she was getting beaten, but he even stood on the sidelines trash-talking. And to top it all off, he then blew his own head off...
So just what kind of gods had he been believing in all this time?
The god of humor?
In the silent air of the church, the faint sound of something shattering could be heard.
It was the sound of a once-firm faith being crushed to dust.
And then, he went insane.
"Hehehe... hahaha! It's fake! It's all fake!" the bishop began to laugh maniacally. "What god? What divine punishment? The salvation of the world... It's fake! All of it is fake! Hahahaha—GACK!"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
That was Batman's hand strike to his neck.
Batman hates hearing people laugh like that.
(end of chapter)
