[Katerea has issued you a conviction quest.]
[Quest: Defeat Creuserey]
[Objective: Defeat Creuserey and protect Katerea's life.]
[Reward: Random Reward x1. If the quest fails, Katerea's Favorability -50.]
"So favorability can actually go down too?"
Rod was genuinely speechless.
Most likely, the whole process of making Katerea get hurt and look miserable had made her lose some dignity.
After all, she also had a "Snake" from Ophis.
If she swallowed it, her strength would be on par with Creuserey's. No matter what the odds of victory were, at the very least she would not have been defeated in a single exchange.
The gap between an ultimate-class devil and Maou-class was still far too obvious.
"Though I don't know exactly what's going on, Creuserey, I'll be your opponent."
Serafall had a stomach full of questions for Katerea, but before that, she had to defeat Creuserey, who was clearly determined to fight to the bitter end.
"Don't rush! All of you bastards are going to die!"
At that point, Creuserey suddenly turned toward Azazel and yelled, "Vali Lucifer, what are you waiting for? Have you betrayed us too, just like Katerea?!"
Seeing the situation turn against him, Creuserey immediately looked for a new ally.
When his name was called, the corner of Vali's mouth twitched. He had originally intended to cooperate with the Old Maou faction, but because of this sudden change, he had planned to observe a little longer.
But now that he had already been exposed, there was no helping it.
Taking advantage of everyone turning to look at him, Vali's body was instantly covered in a layer of pure white armor, and with a beat of his wings he flew away from Azazel's side.
At the sight of that, Sirzechs, Michael, and the others were even more shocked.
Again?
"Vali, so you've chosen to rebel at a time like this?"
Azazel asked calmly, as though he had already expected this.
"Sorry, Azazel. I like fighting the strong, but I can't get that on your side, so for now I've been cooperating with the Old Maou faction."
Vali shrugged and looked down over the whole scene from above.
And at that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.
A white ring of light was approaching from far to near, rushing straight toward him and Creuserey's position.
Eight-Point Light Wheel.
Rod's move forcefully cut off what would likely have become a long string of dialogue.
Faced with that seemingly ordinary ring of light flying straight at him, Vali originally intended to disperse it casually with one hand. But when it came within about ten meters of him, the soul of Albion, the White Dragon Emperor residing within him, urgently shouted, "Dodge, Vali!"
"?"
The distance of a dozen meters vanished in an instant. Vali forcibly suppressed the urge to block it head-on and beat his wings, flying away from where he was.
In the next moment, the light wheel tore through the air and shot straight at Creuserey without losing any momentum.
Creuserey, who had been forcibly elevated to Maou-class by Ophis's power, had already reacted. When he saw that this was merely an attack launched by that human, disdain immediately appeared on his face.
A mere human!
Creuserey thrust a hand forward, intending to crush it with the boundless magical power he now possessed.
But in the next instant,
Slash!
The light wheel tore through Creuserey's palm with absurd ease. As the heir to Asmodeus's legitimate bloodline, Creuserey's physical strength was superior to that of other devils, yet even so, his hand was sliced open as easily as butter.
Scalding blood gushed out, turning the air into a brief rain of blood.
If Creuserey had not reacted in time at the brink of death and forcibly avoided the blow aimed at his head, he would already have been dead.
Even so, surviving the strike brought him no relief whatsoever.
Once the adrenaline began to fade, the pain of his palm being ripped open down the middle started tearing through his nerves.
Creuserey stared blankly at his right hand, and only after a few seconds did he finally scream, "M-my hand! Aaaaagh!"
"No, at a time like this, you should be shouting, 'My kingly power!'"
The voice that suddenly sounded by his ear made Creuserey's scream cut off abruptly. His blurry eyes finally made out the person in front of him.
Rod was standing there, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Not as good as the original, but using your hand to take my Eight-Point Light Wheel head-on? You're this."
"But what, did you think you were Zetton?"
Creuserey: "?"
What the hell are you even talking about?!
At this point, he was already in so much pain he could die.
And though he had no idea who Zetton was, he knew perfectly well that this bastard was making fun of him.
Creuserey endured the intense pain and glared at Rod. "Who exactly are you?!"
Before now, all his attention had been on the people from the three great factions, so he had instinctively overlooked a mere human like Rod.
"Since you've asked so sincerely, then I'll kindly tell you. I'm actually the rightful Maou Asmodeus."
"You're Asmodeus?!"
Creuserey's pupils tightened, his face full of shock and suspicion.
If you're Asmodeus, then what am I?
But he quickly realized that Rod was messing with him again.
"You despicable, shameless human! Bastard! I'll kill you!"
At that moment, Creuserey's eyes looked ready to spit fire.
The intense hatred made him forget the pain for a moment. His remaining left hand shot upward, and dozens of magic circles appeared in the air.
An equal number of blasts of magical power poured out at once, and then Creuserey lost track of Rod entirely.
The next second, alarm bells exploded in his mind.
The magical aura around his body expanded violently like an explosion, and several magic circles formed around him, constructing a defense with no blind spots.
Orange sparks exploded in the empty air, and cracks appeared across the defensive magic circles at the same time.
It had to be admitted that after using the Snake, Creuserey really was not weak.
If the Underworld had not produced two super devils like Sirzechs and Ajuka, then he really might have caused enormous trouble for the three great factions.
In the original story, Katerea after consuming the Snake had beaten Azazel senseless in his normal state.
If Azazel had not spent centuries researching Sacred Gears and pulled out a one-time-use Balance Breaker, he would probably have lost all dignity or even his authority before the three great factions.
Even so, he had still paid for it with an arm.
Unfortunately for Creuserey, the opponent he had chosen was Rod.
And when Rod saw him wrap himself up in defensive magic, his assault came down like a raging storm.
Within the realm of super acceleration, spinning Eight-Point Light Wheels appeared in both of Rod's hands, continuously carving into the defensive magic.
In the accelerated world, even the shower of sparks burst forth at a painfully slow speed.
And when Rod released the acceleration and the world in his eyes returned to its normal flow, Creuserey's body was already covered in crisscrossing bloody wounds, with some places cut so deeply that bone was visible.
But in the eyes of everyone else, only the span of a blink had passed before Creuserey had become this miserable.
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