Chapter 738: Demons vs. Devil
“Stop! You abomination birthed by the Abyss!”
Bair flared his wings and hovered high in the sky, roaring with a voice thick with aura, his twelve Angel’s Heads at his waist shrieking in unison.
As he appeared, the aura of intimidation unique to those belonging to Avernus poured forth, sweeping across both sky and earth. Even the dark clouds formed of Black Water were burned away by flames, and the endless torrential rain of ink-black droplets ceased. In their place, the heavens blazed with hellfire.
On the earth below, the Mucus Creatures and Decayed Pioneers burst into flames of their own accord, howling in agony before reducing to ash in the infernal storm.
Two forces, each embodying the ultimate malice of the multiverse, clashed and counteracted, unleashing terrifying shockwaves.
Though both radiated evil auras, the Lord of Black Waters emitted a chaotic, disordered Abyssal Black Light—twisting, coiling like a nest of venomous serpents. In contrast, Bair’s aura was a disciplined, flowing stream of Bloodlight—evil, yet ordered, precise, and unwavering.
Chaos versus Order—this was the fundamental distinction between the Tower’s Demons and the Batz Devil, the very root of their eternal Blood War.
“Long live Lord Bair!”
“Praise the Lord of Avernus!”
“Powerful and wise Duke! Your strength is unmatched! These Abyss worms dare not stand before you—they should prostrate beneath your feet!”
“Oh, my Supreme Lordship! Your wisdom rivals even the sharpest Mind Flayer, and your majesty humbles even the proudest dragon! Allow your most humble servant to kiss the shadow cast by your foot—this is the highest honor of a Devil’s life!”
At the arrival of the Hell Lord, the fleeing Devils froze mid-flight, then erupted into cheers. They shouted with exaggerated flattery, their words dripping with sycophancy, bordering on grotesque adulation.
Then, one Devil raised his Longsword and Steel Fork high, roaring:
“For Avernus! For the great Bair! I shall battle the Demons to my death!”
“For Avernus!”
“For the great Bair! Long live!”
The cries swelled into a thunderous roar, echoing across the vast battlefield, shaking the very air.
For Devils, reading the wind and bending to power was second nature. Those who failed to recognize the tide of fate had long since perished in Hell’s endless conspiracies.
Bair knew full well the hypocrisy of his subordinates. Just moments ago, they’d been fleeing for their lives—now they were “ready to die defending Avernus.”
But he didn’t care. He swept his gaze across the field, gave a satisfied nod, and made a mental note of the Devil who had led the charge. Quick thinker. Opportunist. Cunning. A promising candidate for cultivation.
Then, lifting his clawed hand, he pointed the Infernal Sword toward the Lord of Black Waters and spoke with a voice like thunder:
“This is Baator Hell—the Orderly realm of the ancestral Batz Devils. Not some filthy, stinking den of filth like yours! You, you wretched, filthy abomination—get back to the Abyss!”
The words cracked like lightning, deafening, impossible to ignore—commanding, absolute.
“You are Bair?”
The mouth on the Lord of Black Waters’ tendrils of influence parted, and a layered, echoing voice rose from nowhere, chilling the soul.
Then came a low, rasping laugh:
“Koscherci was right. Zaril is dead. And the one who takes her place is a broken, incomplete relic—a pitiful Deep Hell Forgemaster, lacking even full Hell Authority. Clearly, Asmodeus only wanted a scapegoat.”
Bair was one of the rare Hell Lords who had clawed his way up from nothing. Most others were fallen Celestial Beings or ancient, naturally powerful abominations. But Bair still belonged to Baator’s Ascension Sequence—Root-Black, Sprout-Black, a true Batz Devil.
And those words struck a nerve—deep into the heart of the Lord of Avernus. His obsidian eyes flared with rage.
Bair flared his wings, setting the earth ablaze with Hellfire, and roared into the sky:
“You filthy Demon! You’re seeking death!”
“Hahahaha! Don’t worry, Bair. It’s all pointless now—because Avernus is about to become part of the Bottomless Abyss! Too bad you won’t live to witness this glorious moment!”
The Lord of Black Waters stretched his countless distortion-tendrils toward the sky, advancing with a grotesque, mountainous form, greedily consuming everything in its path.
Hundreds of tendrils lashed forward at blinding speed, cracking the air like whips, producing a thunderous explosion of sound. Black Water splattered across the sky, falling once more like a rain of filth.
“Miserable Hell scum! I shall represent the will of the Abyss—consume you!”
Facing the slimy, writhing tendrils, Bair clenched his claw around the Infernal Sword and slashed sideways with brutal force. The blade erupted in a geyser of hellfire.
At the instant he swung, the entire Avernus trembled—as if the realm itself submitted to his power.
Shhhhh—
Space tore open.
And hundreds of tendrils were severed in one stroke.
A wound hundreds of meters long now gaped in the sky. Molten magma, thick as blood, poured down like a waterfall, consuming the Black Water still flowing across the earth.
Hellfire crawled up the severed tendrils, devouring the Lord of Black Waters’ body. The demon shrieked in pain, howling in agony as the flames burned through its form.
“Insolent lesser being! Before the might of the Abyss, you are nothing!”
The Lord of Black Waters unleashed a torrent of Black Water—a stinking, filthy flood that surged across the earth, seeking to consume Avernus entirely, to turn it into nourishment for itself.
“This is AVERNUS!” Bair roared, his voice echoing across the realm. “In every single day, every second, every heartbeat of the future—this is my domain!”
The Infernal Sword in his hand swelled, transforming into a Greatsword hundreds of meters long, which he plunged deep into the ground.
Boom!
The earth shook violently. The crust cracked open, revealing a fissure stretching over ten kilometers long, bottomless and deep.
Boom!
Magma and flame columns erupted from the rift, shooting skyward—mixing with the black, viscous sludge, creating a chaotic storm of fire and filth.
In an instant, a cacophony of popping sounds filled the air. Thick, black smoke rose in waves. The Black Water boiled.
“Kill that Hell abomination!”
The Lord of Black Waters’ tendrils writhed in the sky. Under its command, tens of thousands of Rotting Harbingers flapped their wings wildly, forming a spreading dark cloud, surging toward the Deep Hell Forgemaster.
But Bair never fought alone.
“Hurry! We must aid Lord Bair! We cannot let our Lord fight alone!”
“Death to defend Avernus!”
Devils seized the chance to claim battle merit. Devil officers raised their Steel Forks, leading their most elite troops—saved for just such a moment—into the fray, cutting down the Rotting Harbingers in a bloodbath.
The sky rained down fragments of decaying Demons, shattered armor, broken weapons, and the corpses of Devil warriors. Thick, foul mucus rained from above, corroding the ground into jagged pits.
“Filthy beast! You will witness Avernus’s wrath!”
Bair threw back his head and let out a long, soul-shattering roar. The evil energy of Hell surged toward him from all directions, forming a crimson vortex.
As hellfire swirled around him, his body rapidly expanded. Flames solidified into blood, molten lava coalesced into flesh, and steel hardened into armor.
Now, the Devil stood as a colossal Lava Giant—over a hundred meters tall, his body a deep brown like volcanic rock, oozing magma, encircled by fire and ash. A terrifying sight.
The Deep Hell Forgemaster, towering over a hundred meters, spread his massive bat wings, blotting out the sky. Even a single beat sent a sulfurous storm howling through Hell.
At this moment, Bair channeled seventy percent of Avernus’s Authority into his body. In a sense, he was the avatar of Avernus.
—Though a portion of that power had been greedily stolen by a certain red dragon.
“Praise Bair!”
“Long live Lord Bair!”
“Great Lordship! Great strength!”
The Batz Devils shouted in unison, their praise overflowing with exaggerated flattery—though, for once, there was genuine awe beneath the sycophancy.
Boom—
Bair yanked the Infernal Greatsword from the ground, flared his wings, and surged forward, carrying a storm of divine fury toward the Lord of Black Waters:
“Leave my territory! Or die here!”
“Insolent creature! Even with the Will of Avernus aiding you, you are still weak!”
The Lord of Black Waters roared, extending dozens of black, slimy tendrils. Its massive form slowly opened, revealing a maw nearly fifty meters wide, packed with hundreds of rotating rows of jagged teeth.
It spat a torrent of stinking Black Water, blanketing the sky—teeth like daggers hidden within the filth.
But before it could strike, Bair’s surrounding hellfire reduced it to ash. The teeth were repelled by his evil aura.
Bair gripped the sword’s hilt with both hands, raised it high, and drove it down with a thunderous Spines!
The blade pierced through the thick Black Water slime, tore through the pustule-covered hide, and plunged deep into the creature’s unknown, viscous blood.
Yet instead of triumph, Bair’s brow furrowed, his expression grim.
“This…?”
The sword sank into the Lord of Black Waters like into a devouring, chaotic void. The flesh sprouted countless tiny mouths, gnawing hungrily at Bair’s hellish power.
The Lord of Black Waters laughed, a cacophony of screeching, grating sounds:
“Hahahaha! Lesser being! You can never kill me!”
Damned monsters. The Abyss always birthed these bizarre, unnatural abominations. After centuries of Blood War, Bair had seen it all.
Though this beast was undying, it could not harm him—its decaying Black Water only affected ordinary Devils. To a Hell Duke like Bair, it was nothing.
Slap!
Without hesitation, Bair yanked the sword free, spun around, and drove it into the ground behind the Lord of Black Waters.
Boom—
Another bottomless fissure split open.
The Lord of Black Waters stretched its endless tendrils once more, trying to wrap them around Bair, to trap him.
But Bair drew the sword again, slashed through the air with a blood-red arc.
Crack!
Several massive tendrils were severed and slammed into the ground, still twitching, their cross-sections charred black.
The Lord of Black Waters roared in fury, sending more tendrils from all directions.
But Bair, now circling the “Black Mountain” formed by the magma, swung the Infernal Sword with relentless precision—like a storm of crimson fire.
The battlefield was now shrouded in thick, black smoke. The stench of decay mingled with the burnt odor of flesh. Black Water coalesced into dark clouds, falling again and again, corroding the earth.
Two forces of pure evil collided, creating a storm so catastrophic it rivaled a cataclysm. Demons and Devils caught in the maelstrom were torn apart, reduced to bloody fragments—sending a localized rain of blood across the sky.
The Lord of Black Waters laughed, its voice grating:
“Bair… futile. Stop struggling. I am immortal! When Avernus’s strength fades, you’ll be my food!”
Bair remained silent. He swung again, severing more tendrils, carving a deep, profound crack across the earth.
Far away, Kai Xiusu narrowed his eyes, staring into the mist, feeling the ripple of law collision. He stroked his chin and whispered:
“Hmph… now this is interesting. Bair won’t be able to kill this abomination—so… is he planning to exile it?”
Moments later, the earth roared again. The deep fissure surged around the Lord of Black Waters, forming a prison like an isolated island, sealing the Abyssal entity within.
Roar—!
The creature writhed desperately, trying to break free from the magma barrier.
But Bair gave it no chance.
The Deep Hell Forgemaster flared his wings, riding the sulfurous storm upward, hovering directly above the Lord of Black Waters. He raised the Infernal Sword high.
Boom!
A crimson thunderbolt tore through the sky, descending from above. Then, an incomprehensible force surged from all directions.
On the earth, molten magma flowed, forming a massive, inverted Pentagram Rune—over a thousand meters wide—sealing the Lord of Black Waters within.
“Ishinix—”
A fierce smile crossed Bair’s face. He spread his broad bat wings and slowly brought the sword down, delivering the final verdict:
“By the authority of the Lord of Avernus, I banish you!”
The Lord of Black Waters shrieked in panic:
“Damned lesser being! No—you can’t—!”
Boom!
The inverted pentagram blazed with red light. Space around it warped and folded. The Lord of Black Waters’ massive form grew indistinct, fading into the void—excluded from this reality.
Its struggles, its attacks—everything was trapped in a parallel, non-intersecting dimension, powerless against the world it once ruled.
(End of Chapter)
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