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Chapter 560: The World Of His Mind Part Five
Chapter 560: The World Of His Mind Part Five
Chapter 560: The World Of His Mind Part Five
560. The World Of His Mind Part Five
Everything had been perfect. The Ark was flourishing. Demonkind seemed like it had finally found peace. And yet, it wasnt enough. They had to become gods. They had to make the next step.
It was Samuels intention all along. He had stated his ambitions from the very beginning, and perhaps Belphegor should have realized it was pointless to pursue. They had everything they could have ever wanted there was no need to foolishly chase after the dreams of godhood.
But Belphegor had remained silent. He believed in his King. After all, Samuel was the one who had built this entire kingdom. If it wasnt for the Devil Kings efforts, there never would have been a kingdom. This safe haven would not have existed.
It was a sanctuary for all. Regardless of levels, there was a place for anyone here. Only wild Demons were turned away. It was a city that spanned three layers of the Netherworld. It was a kingdom that should have grown continuously until the end of time!
Until the Ark collapsed. Their dreams were destroyed as an unending corruption poured forth. Tens of millions dead in an instant. Even more were slowly killed over time. They tried to fight back, but they failed.
Of course they would fail. There was no fighting back against the end of the world. The corruption kept spreading, and it was all because of him.
It was his fault. That was right it was all his fault. No one else was to blame but him. He was a liar. He was a deceiver. If it wasnt for him, the Ark would still remain.
But now, there were only ruins.
The decay of a once great civilization that stretched into nothingness. Consumed by an unceasing corruption, along with the memories that had been made, now there was only the consequences of their failures.
And only a single person left to carry the weight of this burden.
Once more, Belphegor was faced with an insurmountable foe. He raised his head as the army of corruption descended upon him. He must have cut down hundreds maybe even thousands of the approaching corrupted creatures by now. And yet, their approach didnt slow.
Their numbers were endless. Corrupted Netherstructures circled around him, trying to trap him with their tendrils. But he tore through their attacks with ease, before bringing them down with a mere pebble.
Corrupted Netherstones, Corrupted Gargoyles, and Corrupted Rocks charged at him, trying to bury him through sheer overwhelming numbers. And he just barreled straight through them as they failed to cut through his skin.
He leapt into the air, eyeing the Corrupted Hellspace in the distance. It hovered right before the storm of the void and screeched. A wall of Corrupted Netherstructures congregated before it, blocking Belphegors path.
He brought his left palm up, pointing towards the ceiling above. His lips moved, and his words tore through the landscape.
[My Left Hand: Creation].
The sky began to fall the ceiling collapsed as rubble rained down from above. The hail of rocks and boulders didnt harm a single one of the corrupted creatures. But that was not what Belphegor called.
A figure descended from the ceiling one that was built from the broken debris above. It took the shape of an undulating figure. A familiar figure.
The army of corrupted creatures turned to face Belphegors creation. And the moment they stared at it, a pair of hollow eyes returned a deadly gaze. Corrupted Netherstone and Corrupted Netherstructures alike were turned to stone their corruption freezing into the gray matter.
[Golem of the Basilisk - Lvl. 200]
The Golem crashed down from the sky, landing between the army of corruption as Belphegor reached the Corrupted Hellspace. Behind him, his creation tore apart the corrupted creatures, letting out a silent shriek.
Meanwhile, Belphegor simply pummeled into the core of the Corrupted Hellspace. He slowly tore it apart as he roared in a rage.
This was his fault. It was all his fault. The blame lay only on him. The liar. The deceiver. The Trickster. The Worldwalker.
Trico.
This is all your fault!
Belphegor screamed as he recalled the Trickster. Each word punctuated a fist slamming into the core of the Corrupted Hellspace. But despite Belphegors barrage of attacks, the Corrupted Hellspace refused to fall. He roared before leaping back as he clapped his hands together.
[Planetary Prison]!
The Corrupted Hellspace screeched as its body began to reconstruct. But as the veil of corruption repaired itself, a speeding rock crashed into the core of the Corrupted Hellspace. Another boulder came falling down, and another, and another.
Bits of rubble and debris of all sizes were drawn straight to the Corrupted Hellspace. A spherical rocky surface began to encase it, and it tried to break free. But the [Planetary Prison] formed faster than the Corrupted Hellspace could break out.
Belphegor took a step back as he closed his eyes.
Trico you may have fooled Samuel. You may have even achieved your goal to destroy his dreams. But but
The memories flashed in Belphegors mind the emotions flared with the same intensity of an eternity ago. Everything Trico had done. From his deceit to his betrayal. From aiding the construction of the Ark, just to methodically tear it down. All done to inflict pain.
And Belphegor suffered through this agony. Even though it had been so long, the pain never grew numb.
But I
Belphegor trailed off. His eyes glazed over, and he looked away from the encased Corrupted Hellspace as he forgot what he was saying. The anger simmered. His hatred faded away. He lowered his head, recounting his regrets.
I could have stopped it.
It was a statement. A simple fact. Belphegor dropped to his knees.
If I had trusted my instincts, none of this would have happened. The Ark would never have fallen. We would still be together.
A single teardrop slid down Belphegors cheeks. He wept, ignoring his [Golem of the Basilisk] as it battled the army of corruption. There was a shriek that echoed just ahead, and the Corrupted Hellspace whipped a tendril out of the [Planetary Prison]. But moments later, even more rocks crashed into the surface, keeping the Corrupted Hellspace contained.
for now.
Belphegor knew that his [Planetary Prison] would not hold the Corrupted Hellspace forever. He had to finish it off right now. He raised his right fist as he tried to rise to his feet.
[My Right Hand
And he paused. Belphegors eyes fluttered shut.
What is the point?
He wondered aloud. The chittering of the corruption became a distant echo to him as he laughed bitterly to himself.
Why should I bother fighting? I have done my duty for so long. But the end of the world cannot be stopped.
Belphegor tired of it all. Trico had succeeded. The Nexeus was now forever condemned. There was no point in fighting. All that was being accomplished was delaying the inevitable.
I
For some reason, Belphegors heart weighed heavier than it normally would. Was it because of his conversation with Salvos? She looked nothing like her father, and yet she reminded him of
Wait, who was she again? Her name was Salvos, right? How did he know that name. Was she someone important?
no.
No she wasnt.
She didnt matter.
Only one thing mattered.
It was the only thing Belphegor had done for an eternity.
He had to fight.
.
.
.
But why did he fight?
He was exhausted.
He was weary.
He didnt care if the world was destroyed.
He just wanted to rest.
I give
Belphegors mind was in a daze. He couldnt be bothered any longer. He raised his head, seeing the corrupted army overwhelm the [Golem of the Basilisk]. Above it, a pair of rifts form in just before the end of the world. And glancing back, the Corrupted Hellspace slowly broke free from its prison.
He shook his head as he spoke in a soft whisper.
I give up. Let me perish in peace
No!
A voice shouted over Belphegor. He blinked, looking up in confusion. His eyes went wide when he saw space itself opening before him. And a figure wreathed in corruption stepped out. But it was unlike any corrupted creature he had ever seen. Instead, it was like she had tamed the corruption.
Salvos stepped out as a veil of corruption covered her body. She proffered him a clawed hand as he stared at her.
You cant just die here! Come on, lets get out of here.
What?
Belphegor just blinked.
Title Lost!
(Secelys Sentinel)
-30 to [Vitality]
-30 to [Strength]
-30 to [Endurance]
-30 to [Wisdom]
-30 to [Agility]
Bonuses Removed:
*You are more resilient to the corruption of the world!
*Your Grand Skills cooldown are reduced by 20%!
General Skill [Title Skill: Protection of the Sentinel] Removed!
General Skill [Title Skill: Invoke Wrath] Removed!
Title Gained!
(Secelys Sentinel)
+50 to [Vitality]
+50 to [Strength]
+50 to [Endurance]
+50 to [Wisdom]
+50 to [Agility]
Bonuses:
*You cannot be harmed by the corruption of the world!
*You are more resilient to magical attacks!
*Your Grand Skills cooldown are reduced by 50%!
General Skill [Title Skill: Protection of the Corruption] Obtained!
General Skill [Title Skill: Invoke Wrath] Obtained!
General Skill [Corruption Resistance] has become [Title Skill: Corruption Camouflage]!