Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 451: Silvanus & Vassago & Amon

Bael did not exactly tremble when facing Vassago and Amon. He thrust out his round belly, his plump tail standing straight up as his mouth kept chattering nonstop. Compared to the imposing aura of Vassago and Amon, Bael really looked no different from a fat pig that did not even know to fear boiling water.

At that moment, he suddenly widened his eyes and spotted the figures of Silvanus and the others. Bael immediately grew so excited that he jumped up, dancing without pause.

This clearly drew the attention of Amon and Vassago.

They turned their heads at the same time. When they saw Silvanus, different expressions appeared simultaneously on their inhuman faces.

Amon laughed and said loudly, "So this is the reinforcement Bael invited here? Not bad, there is a bit of presence. But I advise you to know when to retreat, and the sooner the better." As he spoke, he licked his lips, the flames around his body flickering as if reflecting his agitated mood. "We might not kill Bael, but you will definitely be torn to pieces, hahaha."

Just then, a lingering fragrance suddenly spread through the air, followed by a graceful, alluring figure. Those endlessly long legs on display made one’s thoughts drift involuntarily.

She appeared like a dream, even her voice sounding like pearls and jade. "Torn to pieces? You two are really frightening."

Vassago and Amon both stared wide-eyed at Marax. Immediately afterward, anger mixed with restraint appeared on their faces at the same time. Vassago in particular looked as though he might roll his eyes back and collapse from sheer fury at any moment.

"You... you..."

"Marax, why are you here?!"

Clearly, there were some old stories between them.

Marax covered her lips and smiled lightly. "I need to enter Chaosland, so I need Bael. Otherwise, for the sake of old times, how about the two of you leave this place, and we go inside to make peace, all right?"

Go... go inside to make peace?!

Asta felt as if he might explode at any moment.

But he had no status, no standing at all. He could only remain where he was, his eyes fixed longingly on Marax, no different from a stone statue of a faithful wife waiting in vain.

Vassago and Amon, meanwhile, showed no sign of joy. Anger surfaced on both of their faces at the same time.

"This fight must happen!"

"Marax, this time I will kill you!"

The two of them stormed off, furious, just like that, angrily accepting the challenge.

Bael blinked at Marax. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Marax, you really are the top demon of all time. Just one sentence, and you made two demon gods listen to you!"

Marax raised her hand, and Bael’s body immediately floated up, hovering right in front of her.

She lifted his chin directly, her eyes seductive and languid. "No looks, but such a sweet-talking mouth. Want to come with me?"

Bael’s face instantly turned red, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Asta, standing to the side, clenched his fists. In the end, he closed his eyes and resigned himself, looking like someone enduring humiliation and carrying a heavy burden for the sake of love.

Even Nick could not help but admire the sheer breadth of this man’s heart. He had thought Asta would shamelessly open a harem, but in the end, the one about to open a harem seemed to be Marax.

As a human with modern intelligence, Nick felt it was necessary for him to save those suffering because of love.

He looked at Marax and asked directly, "Marax, do Vassago and Amon know you?"

Marax nodded. "That’s right. My ex-husbands. No matter how you look at it, we are all family."

Nick: "..."

Ex-husbands. The husbands who once fought each other to become Marax’s husband, only to end up running away for reasons unknown, right?

Nick could not help looking toward Asta, only to find that Asta was not discouraged at all. On the contrary, his spirits seemed even higher as he declared loudly, "They dared to abandon you? I will deal with all of them!"

Marax smiled at him. That look in her eyes...

Nick had seen it before, exactly the same look his older sister used when gazing at the pet dogs that had finally learned to behave.

Truly... every illness could still be cured, except lovesickness of the brain. That one was really hard to save.

...

"Bang bang bang!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Resounding bell tolls echoed throughout the Land of Darkness, passing over the territories of the seventy-two citadels, reaching all the way to the Undead Sea. Wave after wave of vibrations shook the borders before echoing back again.

This was the familiar sound that rang out whenever a challenge between demon gods took place. After every such battle, either a demon would further solidify their status, or a new demon would rise in a single leap, becoming the city lord of a certain citadel and obtaining a name that symbolized power.

At this moment, the center of the sound was clearly coming from Bael’s citadel. News of Bael being suppressed by Vassago and Amon had long spread far and wide. Those who were unaware thought that an agreement with Bael had already been reached, and that what followed was simply a great battle between Vassago and Amon. Only after arriving did they realize that this was not the case at all.

At this time, outside Bael’s citadel, a platform hovered five meters above the ground. It was formed from countless stone blocks, layered smaller and smaller toward the bottom. The main platform covered more than ten thousand square meters and was enclosed by an energy dome. This was the life-and-death contract. Only when one side emerged victorious would the energy dome disappear.

Inside, there were three different factions present. Vassago, Amon, and Silvanus.

Standing beside Silvanus were Nick and Asta. Cain was still holding Nerio in his arms, looking no different from a young mother.

On the other side, Vassago and Amon each brought four of their strongest subordinates.

In addition, they were accompanied by one hundred demons from their own forces. The one hundred demons who appeared alongside Silvanus were naturally Bael’s subordinates.

They stood on three different sides, almost completely separated from one another.

Outside the platform, Bael hovered off to one side, a small fan in his hand. With a single wave of the fan, clouds gathered and transformed into tier upon tier of seats. Guests who had come from afar to watch this battle, and even to serve as witnesses, quickly crowded in and took their places.

Their eyes were all abnormal.

The vast area of the platform and the great distance could not stop the demons and undead from clearly seeing the situation of the three different sides on the platform.

"Is that Marax? My god, she’s holding a child in her arms. Did she finally have a child?!"

"What? Impossible. Marax can’t possibly have a child!"

"So what if she does? I still love her!"

"That’s right!"

"But the demon standing beside Marax looks unfamiliar. His presence is not bad though..."

"In the end, he’ll still be taken down by Vassago."

"Vassago will win."

"Amon isn’t weak either."

Discussions erupted everywhere. Amid the noise, two clearly opposing groups of supporters could be seen. They were obviously the armies of Vassago and Amon. The two sides now sat facing each other. Those without seats kept flapping their wings and flying higher, shouting slogans to cheer for their own city lord.

"Lord Amon victorious! Burn everything, burn everything, establish a dynasty of fire atop the ashes of the defeated!"

"Lord Vassago victorious! Devour everything along the way, use the bones of the enemy to build the fortress of a new era!"

"..."

The two sides confronted each other. The louder one side shouted, the louder the other responded, so much so that those inside the platform could hear every single yell clearly.

Nick could not help saying, "Why is it all bones and ashes? What a bunch of barbarians!"

Silvanus looked at him. "If we lose, we really will become bones and ashes."

Nick immediately clenched his fists. There was not the slightest fear in his eyes. "Then that’s why we will win!"

Just as the two sides were shouting themselves into a feverish momentum, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose.

Everyone looked over, only to realize that at some point, Bael’s frog-like mouth had grown incomparably large.

Five times bigger than his round belly!

Right after that, he opened his mouth, his booming voice shaking the air and sweeping away all other sounds. "Silvanus victorious! Silvanus victorious!"

As he shouted, two small fans appeared in his hands. He kept swaying his body, dancing and singing at the same time. The deafening noise almost reduced the momentum of the two opposing armies to zero.

Bael’s own troops also began beating gongs and drums. One bulky, muscular demon after another put on dazzling, beautiful outfits, twisting their bodies to Bael’s rhythm while shouting and cheering, their momentum shooting straight to 1000 out of 10.

Cain laughed. "That is Bael’s only real talent."

Nick could not help muttering, "I swear those demons have been wanting to change masters for a long time."