The Sword Emperor Transmigrates-Chapter 272

“IfthatiswhatyouthinkIwillnotinsistondoingsobutintheendweareallthesamefragmentsofFatherorelsewewouldnotbeabletocommunicatelikethiswithoutusinglanguage.”

“■...■■■■.” Though that seemed to irritate Asmodeus a little, he assented, as he couldn’t completely refute Beelzebub’s point.

After all, Beelzebub was right.

Technically, the two of them were physically speaking with each other, but communication between high-standing Demoniacs was more of an exchange of ideas and intentions. Mages typically called it telepathy, but to Demoniacs, it was just the way things were.

That way, Demoniacs could exchange immense amounts of information without misunderstanding each other. It was far more precise and efficient than conversing out loud. Thus, Beelzebub was seen as an eccentric for preferring physical speech.

“SpeakingofwhichthemoreweapproachthemthefainterFather’spresencebecomesitisquitestrangeitmaybedangeroustorecklesslyentertheirterritory.”

“■■■? ■■■■■?” Asmodeus argued, letting off an intimidating aura.

However, Beelzebub was unfazed. “Donotbesoarroganttheyareathreattouswewouldhavepreparedafightingforcefromthemomenttheysteppedintoourrealmhadweknownwedonotknowwhattheyareplanningsoitwouldbewisetobevigilant □□□ wouldnothavebeenkilledotherwise.”

“■■■....”

Belial was already classified as extremely dangerous by the Black Dragon Knights, but even the Demoniacs themselves knew he was special.

In fact, his death was part of the reason that had spurred these entities to work together. Since their enemy was strong enough to kill Belial, the Demoniacs sensed that their chances of survival would be dangerously slim if they continued to act alone.

Beelzebub had a superpowered brain and ultra-fast processing speed. His unique ability allowed him to perform complex calculations for magic arrays that even Class 9 mages struggled with. It would only take him a cursory glance to grasp the enemy’s movements and intentions and determine the most lethal response.

“Forcing a standstill and delaying the fighting should be the most effective,” he said. The Demoniacs struggled to stay patient with their prey right in front of them, but Beelzebub’s power and authority suppressed their urges.

Being a uniquely powerful entity that even the other royal Demoniacs respected, Beelzebub was essentially their leader. Not even Asmodeus dared to challenge him.

“Tellourbrethrenatthefronttoimmediatelyhaltwhentheyreachtheborderoftheareaexudingthisstrangeenergy.”

“■■.”

“Ifanyonedisobeysletthembeperhapsthenwecanalsoobservewhathappenswhentheyentertheterritory.”

Upon receiving his orders, the army picked up the pace.

After all, the Demoniacs far surpassed humans in physical abilities. Even though they were moving remarkably swiftly, none of them grew weary. They covered hundreds of kilometers in less than a day, though it still took them a few days to reach the Divine Territory.

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Finally, they gazed upon Hades’s domain. Beelzebub took a cautious step forward into the Divine Territory, and then he stepped back.

“FromhereonoutyouwillnolongerbeonFather’sterritoryIbelieveifyoudieoverthereyouwillnotberebornandwillpermanentlyceasetoexistIhadbeenwonderingwhatgavethehumansthegalltocomeherebutnowIseetheydidnotcomeunprepared,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe but also disgust.

As a Demoniac, stepping into the Divine Territory inspired an instinctive sense of repulsion. And being a fragment of Crom Dubh, Beelzebub was seething over the theft of his land. Of course, he didn’t let his emotions cloud his judgment. He decided to maintain their stalling strategy.

It would likely be a problem if the Divine Territory kept expanding unchecked, but there was no point in trying to sneak in, especially knowing that they would be at a disadvantage.

Beelzebub’s judgement was correct. And likewise, his enemies had accurately predicted this predicament.

“...They’re here.”

Both parties were eyeing each other carefully. In this battle, victory could only be achieved by being one step ahead, and for now, the knights and mages had the upper hand.

“Close in!”

The Demoniac army had fallen right into their trap.

***

Universe Reversal was a mystical technique that flipped the heavens and earth and made rivers flow backward. It was also the legacy of the Quanzhen Sect, the oldest and most profound of the Daoist sects.

When Yeon Mu-Hyuk sought them out, he discovered that they had already fallen—reduced to a few rascals who ran about using dirty Left Path tricks. However, there had been a time when the Quanzhen Sect produced some of the greatest Right Path practitioners.

Among all their advanced techniques, Universe Reversal was so sophisticated that only the ancient heroes had been able to use it. The technique drew inspiration from the Feng Shui concept of dragon veins—sacred channels of energy that flowed through mountain ranges and contained enough power to shake mountains and churn rivers.

But on top of everything else, Universe Reversal could bend space itself. Hades’s Divine Territory ought to have been circular, with him at the center, but it had been distorted into an oval, tricking even Beelzebub himself.

...Class 9 Grand Magi really are just like the ancient heroes.

Leonard had realized how big of a difference there was between knights and mages as he watched Simon and Cruella work their magic. If man was a microcosm, knights wanted to expand their little galaxy into the macrocosm, while mages sought to break the barrier between the two.

Knights could exert far purer power in one concentrated attack, but they didn’t stand a chance against mages when it came to techniques that affected a large area.

Simon wore a satisfied grin as he floated in the air, gazing down.

“Not even you, Beelzebub, can see through my spell.”

This kind of magic was different from the ones that mimicked basic human actions, such as moving rocks, digging holes, or planting shabby plants.

This was on par with Qimen Dunjia.

The Zhuge Clan, which had eventually died out due to a lack of heirs, had also used an eight-man formation that was a mystical technique. In fact, the technique originated from Jiutian Xuannu herself, the goddess of war, sex, and longevity.

The Grand Magi also seemed to understand just how profound their spell was, a look of inspiration on their faces as they watched in awed silence.

Rrrrrrrrr....

There wasn’t actually a rumbling sound, nor a shift in the landscape. But those who were powerful enough to sense disturbances in natural forces could feel a reverberation in their heads as the dragon veins shifted back to their original position.

Though unmistakably powerful, Universal Reversal served little purpose beyond re-aligning dragon veins.

Now, the real battle would begin, and they would no longer be able to rely on such arts alone. The Demigod Tiers knew this, but they were still confident they would win.

“Ah. It seems the royal Demoniacs have come to realize that they can instinctively guide or absorb the energy that the monsters release when they die,” Simon Magus observed.

He raised his staff, taking aim at Beelzebub, their commander-in-chief. He was preparing to cast a spell that would throw their ranks into disarray.

“...Come forth, Adam Kadmon.”

He cast the near transcendental spell, summoning the complete Supreme Man of Sefirot.

The giant of light descended from the sky. Though it was towering at fifty meters, its immaterial form stirred no dust as it landed on the ground.

They were still several kilometers away from the Demoniac army, but as it stood at the horizon, Adam Kadmon made a hand gesture at none other than Beelzebub.

“...Wha? Huh?! Huuuuuuh?!!” Cruella gaped.

The monster that consumed magic and mages alike tried to restrain himself, but his primal instincts took over.

As a shard of Crom Dubh, Beelzebub yearned for the completeness embodied by Adam Kadmon. The Lord of Flies, already insatiable for magic, lost all control.

“GiveittomethatspellismineIwillbecomewholeandwholeasupremebeingevengreaterthanFather...!” Beelzebub bellowed, his voice echoing from several kilometers away.

The Lord of Flies was supposed to lead the Demoniacs, but he was clearly about to recklessly charge into battle, throwing the others into confusion.

Asmodeus, Baphomet, and Sabnock were all of similar standing, so they couldn’t just give each other orders like Beelzebub could. With the enemy before them, there was no time to devise a new strategy.

That was exactly what the knights and mages had aimed for.

Parallel Infinite Fatal Strike

One of Thousand

With a powerful strike, Demian cleaved thousands of Demoniacs in half.

Supersized Tempest Blade

Grace’s wide-area attack killed a similar number, and those who survived the initial blast quickly succumbed to the devastating injuries.

Extermination

The noble-rank Demoniacs tried to block Audrey, but her jet-black Aura Blade erased them from existence.

Areadbhar

Wade’s supersonic attack reached all the way to Asmodeus, shattering the three swords the monster had summoned with Telekinesis.

Indeed, the Named were incredibly powerful, but so was Wade. After all, the veteran had crushed several apostles of Outer Gods all by himself.

Asmodeus took his stance. Faced with such a powerful opponent, his focus was solely on survival and victory—nothing else mattered.

The other Named were in similar positions—Nicholas, Audrey, and Demian stood before Baphomet, while Cruella and Grace stood before Sabnock.

“...They’re not Named, but dealing with these seven should still be troublesome,” Leonard, the star of the show, muttered to himself. He was in charge of the weaker Demigod Tier entities. While they weren’t as powerful as the others, they were nonetheless brimming with the bloodlust inherited from the evil god.

Leonard could start by eliminating two of them right out the bat using Taiji Phaseless Slash, but then the others would be in perfect shape to team up against him after that.

Besides, there was a more efficient technique he could use.

One Origin Five Elements Divine Sword

Sword Manipulation Art

Twin Deities Spiritual Possession

Instead of drawing the jet-black sword from his hip, he pulled out two blades from his artifact and reached deep into his Mindscape.

He called to the Vermillion Bird and the Black Tortoise.

The two Deified powers flowed into each of his swords—one glowed red and the other black, becoming vessels for the Vermillion Bird’s Descent and Black Tortoise’s Emergence. They wouldn’t last long, but long enough.

Shing—!

Leonard released the Vermillion Bird Sword and the Black Tortoise Sword. As the other two floated in the air, he drew his jet-black sword and scanned the seven Demoniacs.

There were three Brains and four Hearts. One or two of them were close to becoming Named, but the rest were small fries. As long as he was careful not to let them surround him or execute a well-coordinated attack, they wouldn’t pose much of a threat to him.

“Alright! Let’s get to it, shall we?”

It was time for the two forces to clash. Despite being outnumbered seven to one, Leonard wasn’t the least bit fazed, taking the first step with confidence.

Flanked by two swords, he lunged forward.

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