The Demon King's First General
Chapter 201: God? How Bold?

Chapter 201: God? How Bold?

Despite his lips curling into an upward grin, Zeno felt a little bit of confusion regarding his opponent. He punched him with all his might, and Jack’s Legacy was even active, enhancing his strength several times, and yet, the cthulhu was only pushed away by a short distance.

"Hmnn, you’re a lot stronger than I thought," Zeno stated, commending his opponent.

However, the massive creature responded with laughter and mockery.

"I’m not even that powerful; it’s you who’s just weak," he replied.

Then, he slammed the giant hammer on the ground and looked straight at the demon’s eyes. The tentacles under his chin were swaying, dancing as if they had a life of their own.

"Allow me to introduce myself to a lowly being like you. I am X’yeth, a proud member of the Cthulhu Tribe," the creature stated, his hands resting on top of the hammer.

"Actually, I’ve never heard nor seen your kind before, and I’m quite interested in why you don’t have a Legacy," Zeno replied, ignoring X’yeth’s rude comment.

The Cthulhu tilted his head, his eyes squinting. It was his first time hearing such a term. Thus he asked. "Legacy? What do you mean, Legacy?"

His reply caused even more confusion to the demon, and in that moment, something snapped inside his thoughts.

"You’re not from here; you’re not from Exgreia," Zeno said, his voice cold and dull.

The cthulhu’s laughter reverberated once more.

"Exgreia? So this world is called Exgreia," X’yeth answered, and then he lifted his massive hammer and pointed it at the demon.

"You must feel honored to be the first here to experience the wrath of a god," he added.

"God? How bold?" Zeno uttered.

The cthulhu lunged forward, a fissure appeared behind him, and the ground trembled as he dragged his weapon.

Upon closing the gap with his hammer’s reach, X’yeth swung it from above, wanting to crash the demon in a single heavy swing.

The dice on Zeno’s gauntlet spun, and the surface with four white dots lit up before it turned into a massive shield above him. An ear-piercing sound reverberated throughout the area as soon as the hammer slammed on top of the shield.

The cthulhu was a little bit surprised upon seeing his attack getting blocked, and in that little fraction of astonishment, the demon didn’t hesitate to counterattack.

The shield vanished, and his body leaped above while a jet-black scythe was swirling in his right hand. He made a giant swing with the intention to cut his opponent into two, but the cthulhu managed to retract the hammer on time to block the scythe’s trajectory.

A grin blossomed on the demon’s lips as he disappeared before his weapon came into contact with the hammer.

X’yeth felt a hollow stab above his back, and upon looking behind, he saw the demon holding a dagger piercing his flesh.

"Brace yourself, this will be painful," Zeno uttered.

Then he pushed the weapon in a downward motion, slicing the creature’s body all the way to his torso. Blood splattered like a river flowing down the stream; however, the giant creature just stood still and laughed at his situation.

Zeno was a little bit bothered by the strangeness of his action, but after seeing the wound he made slowly regenerate, he understood where his confidence came from.

’A strength that can rival the King of Giants, regeneration like that of a troll. Now, I’m more curious if he still has something up his sleeves,’ Zeno thought.

Then, he leaped backward to dodge a kick. While at it, he pulled back his arm, and the scythe vanished as a bow materialized in his hand.

He launched an arrow that pierced the cthulhu’s right shoulder.

"You need more than this to hurt me," X’yeth snorted, but a second after, the arrow exploded and a massive outburst occurred in the area.

However, as the smoke receded, the cthulhu still remained standing, though a part of his body was blown into nothingness.

But despite this fact, he showed no concern at all; he acted like he felt no pain and just gave his shoulder a glance. It was regenerating at an incredible speed, and as soon as it regenerated in full, he looked straight in the demon’s eyes.

"Now, that actually tickles," X’yeth imparted.

Zeno ignored his mockery while the bow returned to its cube-like form that fell on the palm of his hand.

’Even Ingrid’s Legacy failed to do the task,’ Zeno commented without blurting it out loud.

Afterward, he watched as the cthulhu lunged towards him. With his every step, the ground caved in, and there were vibrations present in the air.

While charging, he spoke with a heavy tone. "Stand still and allow this divine being to send your soul into the depths of hell."

Meanwhile, Zeno stared at him, his eyes cold and silent. He watched the being coming towards him, an existence he had no knowledge about, a creature born outside of Exgreia.

Curiosity ate away at his thoughts; he wanted to know more about this tribe and why he was referring to himself as a god. He was eager to uncover his secrets, and to do that, he must make him bow before him.

The Cthulhu leaped above, its giant size blocking the rays of sun heading towards the demon. All that the soul devourer could see was its massive silhouette and the hammer aiming at his head.

"Sending my soul to the depths of hell? Pathetic," Zeno snorted.

The surface with six white skulls on the red dice dangling on his ear was still gleaming with a strange brilliance. Then underneath Ingrid’s name, letters began to appear, carving a name forgotten in ages.

"Let me tell you something: in this world, hell is nothing but a prison, and that very place already failed to detain my existence," Zeno conveyed, and his body vanished, causing the hammer to strike the ground.

X’yeth squinted his eyes as he searched for the demon. He looked above, on his right, and on his side, but his whereabouts were nowhere to be found; even the traces of his energy disappeared in complete.

"All those mumbling and you just run away? Fool!" X’yeth exclaimed in annoyance.

However, the next second, he felt his limbs being cut; his arms and legs were dismembered without him even knowing.

X’yeth fell on the ground, wondering what exactly happened.

"There’s no use; my body has infinite regeneration. This is—" he yelled, but he couldn’t finish his statement as he noticed his wounds covered with strange white light.

For some reason, this brilliance was hindering the restoration of his limbs.

Then, while pondering his current situation, someone landed on his chest and looked straight at his eyes.

It was none other than the demon, and the arrogant smirk on his face was still present on his lips.

"This Legacy is really a cheat, rendering all regeneration abilities useless. I’m not really fond of using this, but I’m in a hurry," Zeno stated and sat down in comfort.

"Now then, shall we start the interrogation? I do believe that you don’t need your limbs to answer my questions, so I did the courtesy of helping you dispose of them," he added and let his scythe rest on his shoulders while both of his hands hung on its shaft, exposing his wrists.

Under his hands, there were names written in red. On the right there were Eliana, Leodegario, and Chrysantheum, while on the left were Jack, Ingrid, and a name that had never been called in the span of thousands of years, a name that was buried deep in the debris of history.

’RIELLE’

. . . . .

A long time ago, in the age of ancient demons, before the war of reclamation, there was a human who had the ability to control light and heal everything; no sickness or wound was beyond her ability to tend to, to the point that people treated her as a deity.

They showered her with affection and admiration; her existence alone was treated as a miracle by all. However, this fact led to countless deaths and wars as her own kind, humanity, coveted her existence.

They wanted to use her for their own good; she was a trophy in the eyes of many, and they even tried to study her to obtain one thing: immortality.

Thus, to save herself from the greediness of mankind, she left. Desperate to have her abilities, people with strength united to search for her in the entirety of Exgreia, but after several years, she was still nowhere to be found.

She disappeared like she never existed to begin with; she left no traces of her existence. Some said that she already died, while others believed that she ascended and became a deity.

However, little did they know, she met and had a deal with a certain demon, a soul devourer who noticed the uniqueness of her Legacy.

"My soul? Take it! I’m tired after all. If death could really give me freedom, I would die smiling," Rielle uttered.

Her lips curling upward as she grabbed the hand holding a dagger pointing at her. She guided it all the way to her chest and struck it on the middle of her heart.

"I’m pleased that the last person I’ve met is you," she stated, smiling while ignoring the burning sensation on her chest.

Her vision dimmed as blood streamed down her clothes. Then, she stepped backward as she felt her head spinning and her body swaying before she fell on the solid ground.

Meanwhile, the owner of the dagger just stood right there, watching her be soaked in the pool of her own blood.

. . . . .