Chapter 242: The Devil's Defense Breaks! The Winner's Prize!
Vanir's arrogant words were abruptly cut off by a fierce wind that ripped through the air!
Arthur's slash, imbued with an unyielding killing intent, arrived in a flash!
Eerie purple light filled the space, and the demon's figure shifted a few inches sideways without warning.
The blade grazed his shoulder, cutting diagonally through his chest and abdomen, splitting him in two!
"Damn it! I was too careless! To think my fated rival was hiding in this starter village!"
"Ugh... Am I to perish here...?"
Before he finished speaking, Vanir's body, along with his evening suit, disintegrated into sand, leaving only a cracked mask that clattered to the ground.
"Is this for real!? He defeated a Demon Lord's Army Executives so easily?"
Darkness's face was filled with disbelief, and Kazuma pulled her back as she tried to step forward, his eyes certain.
"Don't go! Look at Big Brother's expression, and this clichéd plot development—that guy is one hundred percent not dead yet!"
Arthur strode to the broken mask, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Who are you pretending to be dead for?"
With that, he flipped his wrist, pointed the sword tip at the mask, and thrust it down fiercely!
"What a merciless attack, my fated rival!"
A sudden voice echoed, coming precisely from the broken mask on the ground.
It frantically absorbed the dungeon sand, twisting to evade the slash, and in an instant, it reformed a brand new body.
The man in the suit reappeared, looking exactly as before, but the malevolent glint in his eyes was even more wicked than that of the Crimson Demons!
"Demons cannot be killed! We have all the time in the world to play! Don't you even know this basic common sense, my fated rival? Could it be that you're new here?"
"Strictly speaking, I am new."
Arthur gestured to Kazuma and Darkness without looking back, indicating for them to leave immediately.
He put away durandal and instead took out the long-sealed magic sword—Gram.
Azure brilliant light flickered on the blade, and the pure and vast divine power fluctuations made the Great Demon, who had always been at ease, change his expression for the first time.
"Hey, hey, hey! This feeling... Could it be your true body descending!? You're cheating!"
Before he finished speaking, Arthur's figure had transformed into a crimson afterglow, tearing through space and slashing directly at Vanir's head!
Boom—!
A visible crescent-shaped slash brutally carved a long, narrow gouge through the entire dungeon passage!
Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly along the walls and ground, and shattered rocks and dust shot into the sky!
Vanir's body folded at an impossible angle, narrowly dodging the slash, and he raised a hand to wipe away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.
"The power of my fated rival combined with that unfairly sharp magic sword... If I had really been hit just now, this clone of mine would probably have instantly turned to ash."
He spoke with feigned fear, but his tone was actually more composed than before.
"My fated rival, your actions have violated Article 2 of Chapter 3 of the Divine-Demonic Management Regulations! Stop now, or I will have to use my trump card!"
Vanir spread his arms, a confident, mad laugh on his lips, looking down at Arthur, who was pressing closer.
Hmm?
Pressing closer?
"Hey! Don't come any closer!"
"Damn it! You bastard! Aren't you afraid those old fogies in the Divine Realm will come looking for trouble with you!?"
The smile on Vanir's face froze for the first time.
He racked his brain, even tearing at his mask, unable to understand why someone who had snuck down to the mortal realm would dare to openly contend with his clone so brazenly.
Bang—!
A terrifying, dim yellow slash suddenly shot out from deep within the dungeon, exploding into a shower of shattered rocks!
Amidst the dust, Kazuma and Darkness stumbled out of the dungeon entrance, urgently shouting to the stunned crowd below the mountain wall.
"The Demon Lord's Army Executives occupying the dungeon is the demon Vanir! Arthur is fighting him in the deepest part!"
"Hey! Aqua! Demons and undead are the types you're best at dealing with, right! Go help Big Brother!"
Hearing this, it was Megumin, even more excited than Aqua, who raised her staff, her eyes gleaming with fervent red light.
"It's finally my turn! If I just aim an Explosion Magic spell at the top of the dungeon, I can blow up the entire dungeon..."
"Please stop!"
A pale-faced Sena quickly stepped forward, frantically stopping her from continuing her chant.
"If it really is that 'Far-sighted Demon' with powerful predictive abilities on the wanted list, your attack will only be anticipated by him, allowing him to escape in the chaos!"
Yunyun also quickly restrained the eager Megumin, repeatedly dissuading her.
"Calm down, Megumin! Arthur is still inside! How can you blow up your companion too!"
Just as chaos erupted outside, a figure tumbled out of the dust in a disheveled state, constantly shedding yellowish-brown sand.
Immediately after, Arthur, holding the magic sword upside down, leaped out of the thick smoke, his gaze instantly locking onto Vanir, who had just managed to get back on his feet.
"You're as slippery as an eel, you are."
"Hahahaha! You miscalculated, my fated rival! Once outside, my Dependents can unleash their maximum power!"
Vanir slapped the ground with his hand, and an eerie purple light wave rapidly spread, as a large number of ominous-looking dolls burst from the earth, roaring as they charged towards everyone!
Sacred Highness Exorcism!
Aqua, who had been slacking off, suddenly made her move, sacred light gushing out like a tide, purifying all the dolls at the forefront, her eyes burning with furious rage!
"Demons! Even more inferior than the undead who defy the will of the gods! Parasites that cannot survive without human negative emotions! You must die!"
Vanir, affected by the sacred radiance, burst into white phosphorescent flames, his bodily functions rapidly deteriorating, and he knelt weakly on one knee.
"You... you all... wait, no!"
He looked in a daze at Aqua, who was shouting not far away, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment about this world.
Are the gods of the Divine Realm really this lawless now?
Descending to the mortal realm without permission is one thing, but to dare to follow another legitimate god who has descended?
Is there no justice?
Is there no law?
Realizing that escape was hopeless, Vanir looked up, regretfully gazing back at the gradually collapsing Kiel Dungeon.
"Honestly, I finally found an ownerless dungeon, and my long-cherished wish hasn't even been fulfilled yet—am I to return to hell already?"
Arthur leisurely pressed the magic sword against his head, complaining without an ounce of guilt.
"Anyway, you demons can't die, and you'll crawl back to the human world before long. Why put on such a heartbroken act to gain sympathy?"
Vanir, with the sword tip against him, swayed and stood up again, his mask crumbling piece by piece, but a malicious smile played on his lips.
"Indeed! My fated rival, I lost this round! But—"
Vanir, clinging to his last shred of consciousness, revealed the information Arthur cared about most, his voice filled with a mischievous temptation.
"Since I am revered as the Far-sighted Demon, it is not an empty title! The fragment you have been searching for is in the ancient ruins. If you dare, go and get it!"