Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 456: It’s Time for Bael to Shine!
First came a squelching sound, as if a heap of mangled flesh were being kneaded together. Immediately after, a thunder-splitting explosion erupted. Lightning burst forth with the blast and in an instant swept away the two remaining layers of sword rain that were still dancing through the air. At that moment, a true rain of blood descended.
Silvanus stood at the very center of the explosion. His entire body was so thoroughly drenched in blood that his form was no longer clearly recognizable. His right arm was burned to the point that bone was exposed, chunks of flesh still falling away, charred pitch-black.
He clenched his fist tightly. In that instant, the lightning seemed to receive an order and began to coil and spiral around him, like an eastern dragon in flight.
"Keng keng keng!" The sounds of shattering glass rang out incessantly. In the blink of an eye, countless swords were scorched into dust. Silvanus ground his teeth, forcibly suppressing the pain. Only his brows were slightly furrowed.
At that moment, a pair of hands suddenly caught him, and at the same time, healing magic surged in. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Nick hurriedly carried Silvanus down below. Only then did Silvanus clearly see the devastation around them.
Nearly all the demons present had been skewered into mangled flesh. Bael stood amid the diluted blood, his small hands clenched tightly, his head hanging low. No one could see the expression on his face at that moment.
What had once been flat ground had now turned into a blood-soaked hell.
Seeing Silvanus so severely injured, Cain could not help but frown. As for Asta, he looked as though Marax were about to burst into tears. He only felt his heart shatter apart, and he hurriedly roared at Nick, "Hurry up a bit, will you!"
Nick had no idea why Asta suddenly yelled at him. In the next instant, he yelled back, "If you’re so capable, then you do it yourself, you lunatic!"
If he were not busy treating Silvanus, he might have punched Asta on the spot.
Just then, Bael also ran over. His face was filled with worry, mixed with relief after surviving danger. "Silvanus, thank goodness you were here..."
Bael had not expected Silvanus to be this strong. Even though it was only an incarnation of the God of Demons, its true power was not inferior at all...
Just as Bael was thinking this, a sharp whistling through the air suddenly rang out. He only felt a piercing pain. At the same time, his entire body slammed forward onto the ground. Behind him, a sword had nailed his thigh to the earth, fresh blood gushing out. Bael could barely move even an inch more.
Bael’s eyes widened as he stared up at the sky, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. Darkness was beginning to surge once more, fragmented yet ready to gather again and become an existence more powerful than ever before.
Cain let out a cold laugh. "Tough thing to kill. This time, it’s my turn."
As he spoke, a feather appeared in his hand, massive and razor-sharp, like a bizarre jet-black sword.
Silvanus’s attack earlier had undoubtedly weakened the God of Demons, but seeing Marax preparing to charge in regardless, Asta could not help feeling anxious. He hurriedly said, "I’ll go with you!"
Marax only turned her head to look at him. The smile on her lips was no longer gentle, instead carrying an unmistakable arrogance. She handed Nerio to Asta. Asta hurriedly and carefully took Nerio into his arms, not forgetting that this was the younger brother Marax cherished.
Then he heard Marax say, "Stay here and protect them."
Asta lifted his head, instinctively pressing one hand over his heart. His lips parted slightly, but for a moment he could not say a single word.
He only suddenly felt that Marax was incredibly beautiful even when she was not smiling gently. It seemed that as long as it was Marax, no matter what expression she wore, she was dazzling all the same.
High above, the sky howled with boundless fury. Just as Cain was about to fly up and confront it head-on, a figure moved faster than he did.
Bael actually abandoned one of his legs, trailing fresh blood as he shot into the sky and blocked Cain’s path.
His wings were far too small compared to his not-so-large body. Now they were flapping frantically, while Bael’s round belly wobbled nonstop, perhaps from sheer rage.
He suddenly drew in a deep breath. In an instant, his cheeks began to puff up. Then he opened his mouth, and a roar even more thunderous than the existence above burst forth.
"Grawwwwww!"
This sound was no longer a simple shout. It was more like the roar of a massive, powerful creature, peerlessly arrogant, completely at odds with Bael’s small, chubby body.
Cain raised an eyebrow slightly, then directly returned to the ground.
High above, Bael was still hurling curses nonstop. "I’ve tolerated your insolence for long enough, you bunch of demons! Just because the tiger doesn’t roar, you think it’s a cat?! Back when I was running rampant, you bastards weren’t even born yet!"
Above them, dark clouds gathered in concentric rings, eventually forming a colossal demon. Its body was gaunt yet towering and elongated, its grotesque head resembling an enlarged bat’s skull. Enormous wings spread wide, blotting out a vast swath of the sky.
Its body was somewhat translucent. Yet when its wings beat, the wind they whipped up was unmistakably real—clearly, its attacks would be anything but intangible. Standing before it, Bael looked pitifully small.
Nick couldn’t help blurting out, "He’s going to die!" His gaze involuntarily shifted toward Silvanus. If Bael died, Silvanus would never be able to enter Chaosland—that was Silvanus’s wish...
Cain shook his head. "He won’t die. Just watch."
It seemed that both Marax and Silvanus sensed something he did not. Nick thought to himself, then instinctively looked toward Asta, the only one who also appeared to sense nothing.
At that moment, he happened to catch Asta looking back at him as well. The two of them immediately glared at each other, faces twisting, before snorting and turning away.
The colossal demon let out a thunderous roar, then plunged downward like an arrow, dragging thick black smoke behind it.
In the blink of an eye, it completely buried Bael’s figure, its speed unabated as it continued its dive toward the ground. Clearly, its true target was Silvanus’s group and the surviving demons around them.
By this point, most of the demons still alive were Bael’s subordinates. Seeing Bael buried like that, they cried out in unison and prepared to rush forward and attack. Compared to the colossal demon, they were truly no different from ants facing a giant—
But at that very moment, the demon abruptly stopped. Its entire body went rigid, its abdomen suddenly bulging as it let out piercing, agonized screams. Immediately after, all that could be seen was a burst of blinding light. In an instant, countless cracks spread across the colossal demon’s body.
Then, a figure suddenly emerged.
Massive fish-like scales, a majestic mane, towering horns, long whiskers extending from both sides of its face, and three pairs of legs distributed across its body—its claws gleamed with a dazzling, razor-sharp light.
So it turned out that Bael’s face did not resemble a frog at all. If anything, it looked more like a catfish.
But now, the fish had transformed into a dragon—a true eastern dragon, its scales interwoven with gold and azure, constantly refracting different hues as light and motion played across them.
Bael opened his mouth and let out a thunderous roar. In an instant, heaven and earth shook. Nick couldn’t help shouting, "A dragon—an actual dragon!"
Damn it. He would never dare underestimate anyone again. Who could have imagined that Bael’s round belly, once stretched out, could extend to such an incredible length?!
Just how long was it? Perhaps several kilometers—maybe even more.
Bael’s massive body coiled and undulated, piercing through layer after layer of murky black clouds, surging upward toward the boundless heavens, until it vanished deep within the clouds.
At last, a violent tremor resounded. The dark clouds crumbled into dust and vanished without a trace. Accompanied by Bael’s resounding roar, the sky began to pour down a torrential rain—this time, real rain, untainted by fresh blood or deadly blades.
Bael’s silhouette churned amid the cloud layers, like an illusory yet overwhelmingly powerful painting.
Bael was indeed right. Back in the era when he ran rampant, everyone else truly had yet to be born.
