Chapter 26 — He Commands the King of Hell
Some of the people in the crowd watched the magic users with envy in their eyes.
What was going on?
The royal palace had transformed—its architecture twisted into something demonic, like a fortress from hell.
The crowd quickly reorganized into several lines, each entering different gates that led into the demon palace.
Brünnhilde and Gray followed one group toward a gate—and what they saw next left them stunned.
"Baelmon!"
Inside the vast chamber stood one of the Supreme Four Pillars—a demon god of the highest rank.
And he was… teaching?
This mighty demon god had taken on the role of an instructor, guiding humans in the study of magic.
Other chambers likely held other demon gods conducting similar lessons.
Brünnhilde glanced into adjacent rooms. It was absurd—some weren't even teaching magic, but advanced sciences far beyond the current age.
One room was presenting information about angels.
It resembled a modern biology class, but instead of human anatomy, it detailed the biological structure and evolution of angels.
"If you want to kill this type of angel, you must…"
The lesson exposed angelic weaknesses—how to kill them.
Gray broke into a cold sweat, biting her hand to keep from gasping aloud.
This was forbidden knowledge. Even Valkyries weren't allowed to hear such secrets.
And yet, here it was—freely taught to humans.
No, no, she hadn't heard anything. She wasn't listening.
"Wait—Brünnhilde!"
Gray rushed after her sister, who was heading toward another gate.
"Mm—!"
Just as they approached, Brünnhilde grabbed Gray and pulled her back, covering her mouth. Her own face was slick with sweat.
At the far end of the hall sat King Solomon, surrounded by several demon gods—including Bael.
Not just any demon god. Bael could likely sense their presence.
Gray hadn't seen the figures inside clearly, but the oppressive aura was unmistakable. It felt like a gathering of monsters.
Brünnhilde didn't linger. She led Gray away toward another zone.
This was the learning sector. They'd overheard mentions of a combat zone—time to investigate.
They arrived at a wide arena—and froze.
Boom!
A group of demons was engaged in fierce battle with human mages.
Overall, the demons were crushing their opponents with ease.
But a few humans held their own, matching the demons blow for blow.
"Are they… training humans?" Gray murmured.
If these demon-trained mages formed an army, no human nation could resist them. World conquest would be trivial.
Was Solomon planning to conquer the world?
Was he building a magocracy?
"Hehehe… hahahahaha!"
Brünnhilde laughed—her face twisted slightly.
She didn't believe Solomon was training these mages just to conquer the world. That would be a waste of such power.
She had a theory—one she could barely accept.
Solomon was preparing for war against the gods.
If that was true, then the power to command demon gods couldn't have come from the gods themselves.
That would be self-sabotage.
How had he made the Seventy-Two Demon Gods submit?
She had to know.
She rewound the Akasha record—time to uncover the truth.
Chapter 27 — He Commands the King of Hell
To summon a demon, one must first possess magical power.
After receiving the "Revelation" and learning the principles of this world's magical system, Solomon—known here as White Moon—conducted countless experiments until he successfully awakened his own magic.
Once he understood the flow of mana, he began preparing the summoning ritual.
It took days to complete the demon summoning circle.
Next, he had to activate it with mana—enough to summon the corresponding demon.
But as a human, his body couldn't contain the power needed to activate the circle all at once.
So he had to continuously inject mana, without interruption. If the flow broke, he'd have to start over.
But what if his mana ran dry?
Overdrawing meant burning his life force.
Even sacrificing his entire lifespan wouldn't be enough.
So he tapped into the cosmic source—the root of the universe.
Though this granted him seemingly infinite mana, it came at a cost.
A human body couldn't withstand prolonged exposure. It would be corrupted and assimilated.
"Finally… it's almost ready."
After a week of nonstop effort, the summoning circle was nearly saturated.
The massive formation before him glowed with a misty blue light.
He glanced at his hand, pressed against the circle. Twisted runes and black marks crawled up his arm, across his chest, and onto his face.
Signs of overexposure to the cosmic root.
Suddenly, the glow shifted from blue to black-red.
He smiled. The circle was full.
He felt a faint connection—Hell was opening.
Above the circle, space twisted into a black vortex, like a miniature black hole.
It spun counterclockwise—then reversed, releasing a violent surge of energy.
The gate to Hell was open.
The vortex trembled, then warped unnaturally.
In a flash, a figure appeared—a fallen angel with four black wings.
This was Berial, once a Power Angel, said to be the first angel created by God. Now, he was one of the Seven Lords of Hell—the Demon King of Sloth, and master of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.
He knelt, head bowed, one knee to the ground.
"My Lord, what are your orders?"
The mighty Berial, King of Hell, lowered his proud head and spoke with reverence.
Only one being could command such humility—his Master.
Only one could summon him with this circle—a slave summoning formation that bound him unconditionally.
Whatever the Master desired, Berial would obey.
But something felt… off.
There was no divine aura. This wasn't Heaven.
It felt like… the mortal realm.
He raised his eyes and saw a pair of legs—no divine presence, only human.
Wait… something was strange about this human aura.
He looked up—and saw a man.
A human.
Not the Master he expected.
This was an insult. A disgrace.
He stood, towering over three meters, and glared down.
"You, human—"
"Could you sit down? You're too tall. My neck's getting sore."
In an instant, a binding force compelled Berial to sit.
He was stunned.
A human had ordered him?
Fury surged. He released a wave of killing intent and lunged—but his hand stopped short, blocked by an invisible wall.
A force prevented him from harming the human.
It was as if… this man was his Master.
What was going on?
Had this human used a summoning circle specifically designed for him?
Realization dawned. Berial's expression twisted.
"Damn that Master! That bastard! He let a human command me?!"
Berial roared, his killing intent so intense it made the air vibrate.
He'd had enough.
"Can you calm down? I think you're misunderstanding something."
The human remained calm, which only enraged Berial further.
"Misunderstanding? You're just a human, how dare—"
"Silence."
Bound by the summoning circle's authority, Berial had no choice but to obey.
"Berial, you seem to hate your Master quite a bit."
"Hmph."
"So… how about we work together?"
That caught Berial off guard.
"Work together? On what?"
A human wanted to collaborate with him? Especially knowing who he hated?
Ridiculous. Was he suggesting rebellion?
"How about… we kill God together?"
Did he hear that right?
Kill God?