Asmodeus vs. Hades and Phinikeiros
Asmodeus stood tall, arms wide open before Hades and .Phinikeiros The infernal flames coiled around his body, and his eyes burned with madness.
Asmodeus (mocking voice):
"Is this all you've got?!!"
Hades swung his twin daggers, connected by chains, his eyes cold:
"Too much talk makes no difference… Show me your skills."
Phinikeiros smiled, pointing his sword at Asmodeus:
"Calm down a little, Hades… I'll make his screams a hellish song."
Asmodeus growled with rage and struck the ground with his iron chains, the arena beneath them cracking apart:
"Arrogant pests! Vermin like you will never understand the true meaning of power."
The battle exploded once again:
Hades attacked with deadly agility, his daggers moving like serpents, his chains coiling to restrain Asmodeus' limbs.
At the same time, Phinikeiros descended from above with storm-like strikes, every blow crushing the ground beneath Asmodeus' feet.
Asmodeus laughed madly, blocking both of their assaults with his black chains, and roared:
"You will never bring me down… for I am the very son of Hell itself!!!"
Narrator: This clash was not merely a battle of muscle, but of ideologies… Asmodeus saw strength in crushing the weak, Hades in facing fear, and Phinikeiros in sacrifice to protect others.
On another front of the war, the earth trembled as a massive demon appeared. His bloated stomach twisted like a black swamp, his mouth never closing, his teeth sharp as saws.
It was Beelzebub, Prince of Gluttony.
Beelzebub laughed with a disgusting voice:
"Flesh… blood… souls… I'll devour you all to the very last breath!!"
But before him stood three of the greatest leaders:
The Vampire King, Vercollac, with his glowing red eyes and gleaming fangs.
The Orc Warlord, Tarok, massive in build, wielding a colossal axe shining under the firelight.
The Werewolf Chief, Volker, bare-chested, his torn muscles flexing as he growled like a starving wolf.
Vercollac (with a cold smile):
"Let's see how far your rotten stomach can endure our blood."
Volker growled:
"I'll tear your guts apart before you swallow a single bite."
Tarok raised his axe and roared:
"The blood of the orcs will burst your belly… until you explode like carrion!"
Beelzebub opened his mouth like a dark abyss, his scream deafening:
"You're all… a delicious feast!!!"
Narrator: And here began a different kind of clash… a struggle against endless greed, against gluttony that knew no limit. A war between an eater who could never be sated, and warriors who swore to be the last wall before the alliance's fall.
Hades and Phinikeiros vs Asmodeus
Hades' long chains shot forward, gleaming like the fangs of a hungry serpent, the twin daggers plunging into Asmodeus' flesh.
Asmodeus screamed, unleashing hellfire from his chest, burning Hades' left arm. The stench of charred flesh filled the air.
Hades (laughing):
"Well done, demon."
Phinikeiros swooped from above with a blazing strike, slicing Asmodeus' shoulder until black blood poured in torrents.
But Asmodeus roared in frenzy, his black chains coiling around Phinikeiros' body, slamming him to the ground, his foot crushing his chest.
Asmodeus (mad voice):
"You'll be the first to die… you chicken!!!"
Aletheia, Dragmor, and Falkoris x Ashura
The battlefield was drowned in a storm of destruction.
Aletheia hurled her spear at Ashura, but he blocked it with his scythes, sparks bursting from the clash.
Dragmor rushed behind her with his wings, unleashing a massive wave of fire, while Falkoris struck with a slashing blow of his sword.
Ashura smiled with a crazed grin,
taking all three attacks head-on. His body tore apart slowly, blood splattering everywhere, but he screamed:
"Is that the best you've got?!!"
Then he retaliated with a devastating counterattack:
– A direct stab into Dragmor's chest, drenching him in blood.
– A hellish punch that hurled Falkoris several meters away.
– A blast of energy that struck Aletheia, forcing her to her knees, breathing heavily.
Elsewhere
Beelzebub devoured dozens of ghouls and allies alike, but Vercollac, Volker, and Tarok continued to hold him back with relentless strikes, their bodies drenched in blood and wounds.
Meanwhile, Morlock clashed against Poseidon and Oungan, his magic staff colliding with Poseidon's spear and oungan sword.