The sudden appearance of the two Giant Gods on the battlefield attracted countless gazes. Probably no one had expected that another two Overgods would appear.
Barbarot was currently fighting against a headless black giant. This was different from the black-haired, black-eyed human youth's incarnation. Even Heimor wouldn't hold back against a Chaos Abyss monster.
Heimor was the Lord of Despair. He had previously been one of the three Devil Lords, as well as the evilest existence in the entire Chaos Abyss … er, it seemed that he was still evil even now.
Heimor's true body was a black headless giant. The part of his neck that should have a head was burning with black flames. What was still shouting and yelling in battle was the black flames that surrounded his physical body.
It seemed that the black flames were Heimor's true body. His physical body was wielding a chain sword as he fought against Barbarot, while the flames transformed into various faces that mocked Barbarot. Even though Heimor was clearly a supreme Lord, he was saying trash talk that even rural ruffians would look down on.
"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and you would have bitten me."
"Oh, you stink. Did you not brush your teeth?"
"Pfft, I forgot that wild beasts are unable to use dental floss."
"Hey, hey, you intend to bite me with your lower body? Actually, I think that you should get plastic surgery … "
Heimor's trash talk became more and more vulgar, but his attacks became even more vicious. It was obvious that he was old acquaintances with Barbarot.
Although Barbarot was also a Devil Lord who used chain swords, the difference between Lasnina, the Lord of Curses, and Heimor would be like the difference between an apprentice and a teacher. (Only later did I learn that Lasnina had truly learned sword techniques from Heimor.)
The chain sword, which reeked of blood and rot, was clearly venomous. Right now, it had been split into pieces. Under the corrosion of the black flames, some of them turned into vipers, some into scorpions, and some into hyenas. They crazily tore at Barbarot's body and injected venom into it.
Meanwhile, Heimor's physical body acted like a ruffian as he pressed Barbarot against the ground and beat him up. Heimor took every opportunity to pull out Barbarot's hair, slap him, and pull out his teeth.
Heimor. There weren't many legends about him in the mortal plane. However, it was publicly acknowledged that he was the master of all nightmares and hatred, as well as the master of mental magic.
During the battle of the Hades, Heimor, who was "on a business trip" (plotting against Lady Storm), did not appear in the Hades. When the Hades were separated from the main plane, he remained in the main plane as the demon's most powerful force.
Is there anything fishy about this? Would anyone believe me if I said it was purely an accident? Those devils were all sly, leaving behind a top-level combat strength as a backup … Ahem, ahem, let's not look into what happened in the past. It's all in the past. The important thing is that we won the battle of the Hades. Now, we're all in the same boat.
As I mentioned before, this battle was the first time that the Hades and their allies on the ground had joined forces in a major battle. It was a battle of honor that they couldn't afford to lose. In order to achieve victory, Aillé had privately given me full authorization.
Full authorization sounded simple, but it was actually quite significant. It meant that I could use all of the Hades's power, including Main God level combat strength.
Yes, we also had Main God level combat strength. However, it would be far too difficult for the Main Gods who had obtained the Hades's divine power to leave. It wouldn't be very meaningful to send an incarnation here, and attacking from afar would be quite costly as well. In most situations, it wouldn't be worth it.
However, since the enemy had Main God level combat strength, how could I possibly just enter the battlefield empty-handed? Especially since I had already accidentally attracted so much hatred from the enemy. Wouldn't that be the same as wanting to die faster if I just jumped in front of the enemy?
And so, I directly recruited Heimor's helper. I had been preparing to fight against the Lord of Tyranny. I had originally intended to watch a civil war between the Devil Lords, but now it had become a fight between a Devil Main God and a Demon Main God.
However, I was now regretting my decision.
As the peak of despair, the moment Heimor appeared on the battlefield, the spiritual energy of despair scattered in all directions. The weak souls were crushed by despair immediately. Some knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. Some even took out their swords to commit suicide.
Those who weren't mentally strong enough would fall into madness and hysteria if they mindlessly stared at Heimor. If they weren't saved in time, their destroyed souls would transform into new nightmares.
"… Why do I suddenly feel like we're the evil ones here?"
Judging from the style of the battle, the War Gods Donatis and Sophocles were quite powerful and domineering. Meanwhile, Heimor's domain of despair was turning the brave warriors into lunatics. If it weren't for the fact that the current situation was special, he would likely have been attacked by all the Gods if his true body had appeared in the mortal plane.
Currently, Heimor was even spitting at Barbarot, who was chained to the ground by his chain sword. Compared to Heimor, Barbarot seemed far more like a righteous person.
"If the silly cat was here, she would probably say, 'Did you just realize that you've always been a side character?'"
Unfortunately, nobody responded to her comment. Harloys' main body was currently rushing over from the eastern battlefront. The moment that the Main Gods appeared on the battlefield, she had dispelled most of her clones and returned all of her power to her main body. Right now, I needed every bit of combat strength I could muster.
"Although your appearance is terrible — fine, it's extremely terrible, you're indeed quite strong … Hey, hey, hey, Heimor, can't you be a little more brave? I just praised you!"
Before I could finish speaking, Barbarot finally regained his senses and pinned Heimor down on the ground to beat him up.
Tsk, how pitiful. Every punch landed on Heimor's flesh.
From a certain standpoint, this was to be expected. After all, I had never expected Heimor to defeat Barbarot from the very start. There was a tremendous difference in abilities between Heimor and Barbarot, after all. Forcing the slippery Heimor to fight Barbarot to the death on the battlefield was something that I had no choice but to do.
"Hold on, at least until Donatis loses."
"That's easy for you to say. Do it yourself … Damn, stupid lion, are you the only one who knows how to bite!? Take my poisonous fangs! "
Although Heimor was now at a disadvantage, judging from his energetic roar, he should be able to hold on for a short period of time. I hoped that he would be able to hold on until Donatis lost.
That's right, I was correct. I was looking forward to seeing the strongest Chaos War God, Donatis, who had never been defeated before, lose.
It was likely that nobody had expected this scene before them. Donatis, who had always been undefeatable in direct confrontations, would actually be beaten up by someone else in a direct confrontation.
"Is this the power level of the Creator Goddess's eldest son, the first Titan Giant? He's so ridiculously powerful that I can't even evaluate him. Fortunately, I didn't have a direct confrontation with him back in the day. "
However, I didn't have the free time to spectate the other battles. It was three against three, so neither of us could even think about dodging. Whoever lost first would cause an avalanche.
The final Chaos Main God, my old nemesis Sophocles, was now standing in front of me. His gaze was different from before, but it was now filled with killing intent that he was determined to die.
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