Sophocles the Deceiver. His abilities were unknown, and his aces were unknown. He was a rare type of intelligent demon who only used his muscles to think. Although he had many records of his attacks, he displayed different types of abilities. Too much messy and uncertain information was the same as having no information at all.
It was obvious that Sophocles was intentionally hiding his true power level in the shadows.
Judging from his past experiences and personality, he was far more skilled at scheming than swords. He was more like a devil than a demon. My previous interactions with him proved that he was also an overly cautious and sly existence.
During the Battle of the Hades, he shamelessly tore up our contracts multiple times based on the situation. He shamelessly kept slacking off when he discovered that the situation wasn't good for him. In the end, he shamelessly admitted defeat. If news of this spread, it would be an utter humiliation for all Main Gods.
It was the same in the Sala Dukedom. Even though he opened up a dimensional door to the Chaos Abyss, he only sent his subordinates to carefully test the waters. After he discovered that we were there, he unhesitatingly gave up on his plan to forcefully descend to the Chaos Abyss, even though he said that he didn't give up.
Scheming, calculating, and being cautious were all ways to survive. However, this wasn't the way to be a ruler. This didn't match his status as the top existence in the world at all.
It could be said that Sophocles the Deceiver was the weakest among all the Chaos Main Gods. No one thought highly of him in terms of reputation or power level.
However, the fact that he had survived until now proved that his path wasn't necessarily wrong.
I was now unable to see through him.
My hero's armor of light didn't have any Holy Light at all. The pitch-black demon who wore extravagant armor unfurled his hundred-meter-long bat wings. However, the wings didn't create any wind.
His wings were gathering light.
All the light was gathering together as his black wings captured all the particles of light. Or, it could be said that all the light was being devoured by his wings.
The black bat wings were fully unfurled, covering the entire sky. All the light gathered and dissipated on the wings, making it look like an angel. Under the illumination of the light, the originally ferocious face was replaced with calmness.
Only now did I clearly see his current appearance. His facial features had all melted away. The pitch-black faceless one transformed into a shadow that devoured all light.
The current Sophocles' face seemed like a distorted black hole that was covered in light. Sophocles' wings of light and dark overlapped with each other. There was even a faint sound of holy music around the multi-winged demon king. His black horns were covered in magic runes that resembled crosses.
A Greater Demon descended from the sky, accompanied by darkness and light at the same time. This strange sense of holiness and ritual made it seem more like an angel than a demon.
This was definitely not an ability that a Great Demon should have, nor was it something that his armor could do. On the contrary, that gorgeous armor was concealing and suppressing his true form.
I faintly felt that this version of Sophocles was his true form, an existence of both light and darkness.
What I didn't understand the most was his attitude. It was as if he was prepared to fight to the death with me at all costs. This was far too different from how he used to fight when the wind was blowing against him.
"Risking your life to help Donatis? That's impossible. Why would he do that? "
Today's battle had attracted far too much attention. Sophocles had unhesitatingly revealed his true power. This was completely different from his usual personality.
Originally, we had chosen our opponents based on the difference in power levels. The strongest Titan would take care of Donatis, while I would fight against Sophocles, who should have lacked the will to fight. But now, Sophocles had no intentions of communicating with me at all. He was prepared to fight to the death by himself. It seemed that I was unlucky yet again.
However, Sophocles wouldn't give me a chance to doubt myself. Even though I suppressed my doubts, I could only properly fight.
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As the war on the Western Front progressed, it gradually became a mythical battlefield of epic proportions. However, the war on the Eastern Front could not possibly stop.
A rotting monsoon wind blew past the mountains. Large amounts of dark clouds gathered together, and a violent wind and heavy rain unnaturally descended. Dawn's sunlight pierced through this evil sky.
It seemed that the Southern Sect's Holy Church priests were prepared for this rain. Numerous Light of Salvation appeared in the area covered by the light, preventing the evil rain from falling.
The dark clouds were dispelled by the light. Faintly, male curses and cries of pain could be faintly heard from within the thickest dark clouds.
Above the dark clouds, a cruel battle between dragons was also ongoing.
That's right, a battle between dragons where one dragon could fight against a hundred dragons.
In the sky, the furious Lord of Tyranny had curled himself up into a ball. His two gigantic dragon heads kept spitting out flames and ice. The spreading flames instantly evaporated the famous long river here. The Hell Explosion that came with it instantly transformed this place into a scorching desert hell.
Meanwhile, the arrogant Lord of Tyranny was currently facing the greatest danger of his life.
Hundreds of ancient Dragons were ganging up on the "Dragons' Rebellion and Disgrace", the "Living Dragons' Dark History".
The Red Dragon was currently spitting out flames while flying at high speed. The Bronze Dragon jumped onto Sarwenstan's back and used his naturally tough claws and teeth to tear apart Sarwenstan's dragon scales. Even the weak and foolish Green Dragons and White Dragons would become incredibly terrifying beasts of war after they matured into ancient Dragons.
Dragon breath and dragon might became the most worthless items on the battlefield. Both sides had astonishingly high magic resistance, but their magic casting abilities were only average. The end result was that this battle between dragons easily became a bloody battle in the air.
At this time, it was a competition of whose skin was thicker and whose claws and teeth were sharper. It was evident that Sarwenstan was astonishingly powerful in this aspect.
Dragons kept falling from the sky, while dragons kept rising from the ground. With the three major Dragon Cities working together, today's dragon army didn't need to worry about a lack of reinforcements. All they needed to do was gradually weaken the dragon army.
However, today's main character didn't belong to the legendary Dragon City.
Semi-transparent Night Wings danced in the sky. However, their bodies were covered in black mist. Only their blood-red eyes shone with a strange light.
They were the Dragons of Death, the Dragons of Hades, and the Dragons of the Death God.
The Hell Envoys didn't reveal their true appearances. The mist that covered their bodies was also a type of protection for others.
After all, they were the incarnations of death. It was an instinct for them to spread the word of death. If any weak lifeform in the mortal plane saw their true form or was stared at by them, it was highly likely that they would instantly die.
The bloody battle in the Hades replayed once again. The Hell Dragons were surrounded and attacked by the other dragons while the Hell Dragons flew around at high speed and skillfully surrounded and attacked.
The Hell Dragons surrounded the powerful "Devil Lord" and occasionally lowered their heads to attack with their breath. They didn't even need to participate in melee combat. The Hell Dragons' breath of death was far more dangerous and fatal than any other dragon's breath.
The Dragons were proud of their high magic resistance and physical resistance, but they were all meaningless in front of the Hades' breath of death.
Every time a Hell Dragon spat on him, Sarwenstan was no longer as indifferent as he had been at the start of the battle. He still hadn't seen through the Hell Dragons' characteristics, but that didn't stop him from noticing that something was wrong with the situation. With every breath, he was getting closer to the end of his life.
Sarwenstan was tired and fatigued. Memories of his repeated defeats in recent years surfaced in his mind. A mysterious fear filled his heart.
"Am I really going to be worn down to death by these low-level lizards?"
He wanted to escape, but it was impossible for him to escape from the dragons' attacks.
Also, the familiar energy waves in the west made him want to immediately rush to the western battlefront.
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