Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 450: Vassago and Amon

In the world of Demons, individual strength reigns supreme.

Aside from a few citylords with fixed abilities, such as Bael, other citylords can all be replaced by someone stronger.

If someone issues a challenge, a citylord may participate in up to five challenge battles per month, and within that limit, they may refuse up to three times.

Naturally, there is no shortage of challengers. The strong live, the weak die, and even the citadel’s internal forces do not oppose this.

The citylord is the embodiment of the citadel’s strength. As long as the citylord is not excessively foolish, all they need to shoulder is power itself. All other matters are handled by specialized subordinates.

Take Bael, for example. He almost never needs to accept challenges, because his position and status are clearly defined. He exists to open the gate leading to Chaosland, something that cannot be replaced.

Even if Vassago or Amon were to seize this citadel, they still could not kill Bael as they normally would. At most, Bael would remain the ruler in name on the surface, but reduced to a puppet with no real authority, and even that would be far from pleasant. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Therefore, Bael would never accept such an outcome.

At present, dealing with this invasion is actually very simple.

No matter how powerful the armies of Vassago and Amon may be, as long as Vassago and Amon themselves are defeated, their forces will immediately submit to whoever defeated them.

Bael chuckled and shook his head. "Unfortunately, my strength is currently facing a bit of trouble. Otherwise, I would have taken the initiative to issue a challenge myself..."

Hearing this, Asta could not help but sneer. "Just say it outright. You’re too weak and don’t dare to issue a challenge."

Bael glared furiously, his tail standing straight up. He stared angrily at Asta, his voice rising several notches. "Where did this lowborn rabble crawl out from?! A brat like you could never have witnessed the era when I ran rampant! You demons only know how to bully the weak. If you ran into me at my peak, I’d wipe all of you out the moment I opened my mouth!"

Bael was clearly infuriated beyond measure by Asta’s words and began venting his anger indiscriminately, dragging everyone else into it.

That was, until he came face to face with Marax’s smiling expression.

In an instant, Bael shrank back, but even so, he could not escape the fate of being hoisted high by Marax. Dense black tentacles burst out from beneath the ground, lashing at Bael without pause.

Bael was bound up like a pig about to be slaughtered, his shrill screams piercing the air as his body twisted nonstop, making his plump belly wobble back and forth.

Nick snorted with laughter and moved closer to Asta, putting on a ghostly face as he said, "If you ever make Marax angry in the future, you’ll get punished like this too."

Hearing this, Asta did not react at first. After a moment, no one knew what he thought of, but not only did he refrain from kicking Nick, his face even flushed slightly.

Nick: "..." Love really was a kind of poison. He did not want to know what the hell Asta was thinking about.

In the end, Bael still respectfully arranged rooms for Silvanus and the others, because Silvanus had agreed to challenge Amon and Vassago on his behalf.

Bael was so overjoyed that he could barely contain himself. Despite having just been hung up and whipped in midair, he directly pulled out two small handheld fans and performed a "graceful" dance on the spot to celebrate.

Nick and Asta laughed until they nearly collapsed, even clapping their hands and urging Bael to continue performing.

After all, Bael was a citylord. Dancing was merely a way for him to celebrate, not a performance meant for others.

Nick and Asta had already accidentally witnessed this beautiful dance, so they should have known better than to ask for more.

Bael ignored Asta and Nick, merely lifting his chin as he returned to his room.

Inside the room, Nerio had been resting his chin on Silvanus’s shoulder the entire time, not moving even a fraction. His large, watery eyes blinked lightly, his cheeks looking incredibly soft.

At this moment, he looked especially well behaved, with no trace at all of the fact that earlier he had been planning to kill Bael outright.

Cain could not help but say, "Nerio, why don’t you cling to me a bit too? Master needs to rest as well."

What was surprising was that Nerio did not respond at all.

Cain could not help feeling a little startled. He stepped forward and hugged Nerio, yet Nerio still showed no reaction. Instead, Kirin looked ready to tear him apart.

Cain could not help smiling as he patted Nerio on the back. "Looks like you’re really badly injured."

With that, he directly carried Nerio into his own room. Asta stared in a daze, one hand lifting instinctively, yet no words came out.

Obviously, even if Nerio looked very small, the genders of Marax and Nerio were still different!

Even if Nerio looked like Marax’s little brother, this was still far too hard to accept!

Asta would probably drink all night to drown his sorrows.

In any case, the night passed quickly.

The next morning, the moment Nerio groggily opened his eyes, all he saw was a stretch of pale white before him.

He frowned subconsciously, especially when everything in front of him gradually came into focus. The full chest pressed right up against his eyes was truly impossible to accept!

"Bang!"

Early in the morning, the loud crash startled everyone awake.

Inside the room, the bed had already turned into a battlefield. Ice had frozen everywhere, sharp spikes rising layer upon layer, all pointing straight in one direction. Opposite them, Cain smiled helplessly. "I didn’t do anything to you, kid."

Nerio looked at Cain. Before he could say anything, he closed his eyes again and went back to sleep.

Cain: "..." He suddenly felt like he really was the villain of villains.

Thinking that, he pinched Nerio’s cheek lightly. But who could blame him when the kid was so cute, perfectly suited to being teased?

"Ahg!"

At that moment, a streak of blue light suddenly lunged forward, mouth wide open, and bit directly onto Cain’s hand. No blood spilled, but Cain’s entire palm vanished in an instant.

Kirin was not even as big as Nerio’s head, yet it was extremely fierce. Cain chuckled, lifted his hand, and casually pushed. Kirin immediately flipped onto its back, its tail wriggling nonstop, all four legs flailing in midair. By the time it managed to scramble back up, Cain was already holding Nerio and walking outside.

When Kirin finally flew over, Cain even buried his nose in Nerio’s hair and took a deep breath. The sensation of icy snow stabbing into his lungs nearly made Cain cough, but in front of Kirin, he merely curled his lips and said indifferently, "Your Master really smells nice. Makes me want to take a bite."

As he spoke, he lifted the corners of his mouth, revealing his fangs.

If Kirin had fur, he would probably have puffed up like an angry cat.

But at this moment, he could only lie in Cain’s arms, eyes wide as he glared at Cain, wishing he could devour him alive.

When Silvanus saw Cain carrying Nerio out, he could not help asking, "Nerio still hasn’t woken up?"

Cain smiled. "He woke up just now, but my chest scared him."

Nick: "..."

Silvanus frowned, and Cain immediately added, "Really, I didn’t do anything to him."

Silvanus did not continue the topic and simply led the way outside.

Nick quickly followed after him. Asta could not help glancing at Marax, still unable to understand why both Marax and Nerio seemed to listen to Silvanus so obediently.

He stepped forward, clearly wanting to take Nerio into his arms. Or better yet, Nerio should just stay home and sleep. Why bring him along at all?

Cain looked at Asta and smiled faintly, saying simply, "Because I really like holding him."

Asta: "..."

Cain then narrowed his eyes at Asta, his gaze gentle. "You think he’s very cute too, don’t you?"

Thinking that Nerio was Marax’s little brother, Asta nodded frantically.

They soon followed behind Silvanus as well.

Unexpectedly, before they even reached Bael’s office, they saw that Bael had already been stopped on the way. Bael was only about one meter tall, while both Vassago and Amon stood over two meters. Facing these two demons, Bael’s momentum was completely crushed..

Vassago had the legs of a horse, yet his hooves were those of a ram. His upper body was formed from countless layers of dense, congealed darkness. At a glance, it looked as though he were merely wearing a black cloak, but in truth, his body itself was made of those countless layers of cloaks. The horn on his head resembled that of a markhor mountain goat, accompanied by a long, winding mane of black hair and a pallid face like that of a corpse.

As for Amon, he was perhaps nearly three meters tall. Great flames spread beneath his feet, his figure drifting like a specter. Fire even burned across his skin. He wore no clothes, revealing powerful, well-defined muscles, and his face was fierce like that of an oni demon. A pair of sharp horns curved slightly backward, and his hair was a towering blaze of fire roaring upward.