The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 261: The Tale of Amon the Great (3)

Amon stood in front of the full force of the Demon Cult, his gaze unwavering. The Demon Cult Apostles all wore unique expressions, each showing contempt in their own way.

"Arrogant… But that's why the Prophet sees you as a threat."

Kieran sneered from his throne. All the while, demonic mana rose to the sky, corrupting the clouds and summoning meteors as if they were raindrops.

"You have a death wish!"

"Brother! Let's just kill him! We must have our revenge!"

The Twin Brutes roared, their weapons gleaming with killer intent. Of everyone on the planet, it wasn't the Hero or the Solaris Lord that angered them most. It was Amon, that dastardly fellow.

"So that's Amon Solaris… the man who keeps getting in our way."

Ravenna frowned while adjusting her spectacles. If not for Amon, the Foolish Lich would still be a key collaborator for the Demon Cult, and her experiments wouldn't have gone awry.

"Amon Solaris… My arms are tingling just from imagining our battle."

Samael flashed his complete set of teeth, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

"Ah, Amon! You poor, poor soul! Come to my embrace!"

Nirvana, the Pope of the Utopia Church, wiped his falling tears as he reached out to Amon.

All of the Apostles showed their displeasure… except one.

No, to be exact, her discontent was targeted elsewhere… at the woman standing right by Amon's side.

"My dear niece, you sure have grown up well."

"Grown well? Yes, aren't you glad that I managed to break free from your spell?"

Yue raised her chin at Isadora, the Apostle of Lust… and her biological aunt.

In her previous timeline, while Yue was the supposed villain who caused the downfall of the Elune House, it was actually Isadora who pulled the strings. Tasked by the Prophet to secure the mana crystal vein so that they could conduct a mass summoning of demons, Isadora planted a seed within Yue's mind, attempting to steer her from the shadows secretly.

If Amon hadn't barged his way into Yue's palace and pointed the blade at her heart, Yue would have undoubtedly gone down the path of a villain, becoming the ultimate scum who massacred her family.

That all changed the moment Yue regressed.

"Yes, I'm glad… How did you do that anyway? You were but a child."

"I had my ways."

Yue laughed as she saw Isadora grit her teeth at their aunt-niece reunion. But her eyes quickly focused as she whispered to Amon: "I'll take care of her."

In terms of match-up, Isadora held the advantage over Amon. As a summoner, she could call forth legions of demons to overwhelm and wear him down, while Amon's strength lay in direct physical combat.

Foolish as she might be, the Apostle of Lust had once been the most gifted summoner of her generation—surpassing even Yue.

Had Yue not regressed, Isadora would have stood as the Elune House's most prodigious talent. It was only fitting, then, that Yue faced her aunt, leaving Amon to confront the other Apostles.

"Alright, be safe."

"Hehe, you're going to make my heart burst!"

Although it was neither the time nor the place, Yue grabbed Amon's cheek and planted a firm kiss. Her actions made it seem like a loyal housewife bidding her husband farewell as he left for work, but they were in the midst of a life-or-death battlefield.

Most paused in shock, as even Leon, who was used to the Fantasy Couple's antics, covered his face in shame. Amon blushed as the image of an invincible fighter shattered, and he turned his back to Yue.

But Yue couldn't help it!

Unlike the previous times when Amon would wish her good luck, this time, Amon was genuinely concerned for her as a lover.

"Auntie, let's change locations."

As if her previous tenderness was a lie, Yue's ruby eyes turned cold as she teleported before Isadora and snapped her fingers. Space warped around them, and the two relatives disappeared into the void, leaving Amon alone with the other frozen Apostles.

"Amon… you're the best."

"..."

Amon chose to ignore Leon's 'praise' and refocused his attention on the remaining Apostles. The first thing to catch his attention was Kieran and the throne he sat on. Demonic mana was flowing like an ocean, while Starfall continued to siphon out Kieran's mana. From the beginning, it was clear who his target was.

Not that the Apostles were going to let him succeed.

"Enough stalling!"

"Die!"

The Twin Brutes lunged at Amon like starving tigers. Their bodies swelled, muscles expanding as their blue and purple skin deepened in hue. Thick demonic mana surged through their veins, twisting their forms until they resembled monsters more than men.

It was hard to believe they had ever been human.

Their horns throbbed with the power of their Gospel, and each weapon swing carried enough force to level a building. It didn't take long for the Apostles of Vengeance to reach Amon.

Dante, wielding his staff, conjured a tempest of grey winds, while Damien's club crackled with black thunder, splitting the ground with every strike.

A single blow from either would have slain a Commander-class opponent—yet Amon now faced both at once. After all, the Demon Cult's strength grew with its believers. As more worshippers embraced the Gospel of Vengeance, the Twin Brutes had long surpassed the realm of Commanders.

But Amon, too… had surpassed the realm of a mere Commander.

Disappearing from his position, the Twin Brutes' weapons lost their target and clashed violently into each other. Their arms throbbed in agony as they attempted to locate Amon, who had just slipped past their senses.

Amon didn't just move fast… he glided through the void like a figure skater.

Just as Leon had learnt an upgraded version of the Stellar Waltz, Amon had learnt to traverse the void using his Lunar Mystic Arts.

With the might of Nine Moons behind him, Amon swung Nyx, attempting to sever Kieran's head from his neck. However, the other Apostles weren't going to let their ace perish that easily.

Nyx wasn't able to sever Kieran's flesh as a black, demonised arm stood in its way. Feeling like he had cut metal, Amon recovered from the rebound and glanced coldly at the grey-haired man who stood in his path.

"Phew, easy big fella! You can't just ruin our plan that easily!"

"... Samael."

"Yours truly, heh."

Samael was currently the most powerful Apostle in the Demon Cult. Even in [Bright], his power grew beyond what the other Apostles could contend with, and he became a major thorn in Leon's side. But now that Amon was facing him… he felt relatively insignificant.

Unlike the other Apostles who had tragic backstories, Samael was just the embodiment of chaos. He chose to betray humanity because he was bored with his life and sought thrills. He didn't care if people lived or died, as long as he had his fun.

A true definition of scum.

No, all the Apostles were scum.

No matter how tragic their backstories were, no matter how much humanity had betrayed them, they chose to go down the path of no return, siding with foreign invaders to wreak havoc on the peace humanity had enjoyed.

That alone made them sinners… and Amon had no hesitation in executing them.

Once again, Nyx let out a piercing shriek as Amon swung it. Lunar mana erupted from within the blade, and the sword light that burst forth from its tip tore through the boundary between the physical and spiritual realms.

As long as Amon swung his blade, distance meant nothing—his strike would find its mark. This time, his target was Samael's soul.

Among all the Apostles, only Kieran and Ravenna could sense it.

"Not good!"

"Samael, evade that strike!"

Their warnings came far too late. Nyx had already cleaved through Samael's supposedly indestructible body—yet, strangely, nothing seemed to happen.

At least, not on the surface.

The Apostle of Chaos froze in disbelief, then burst into laughter, mocking Amon's apparent failure and his comrades' needless alarm. But as he prepared to resume the fight, a warm trickle ran down his nose, then his ears and eyes. Blood poured from every orifice, and Samael faltered, murmuring in confusion.

"... What?"

Samael had no idea what had just happened. Dropping to his knees, he could only hear the slow, deliberate footsteps of Amon drawing near… each one echoing his impending death. Just as Nyx neared his throat, terror overwhelmed him, and the Gospel of Chaos erupted in desperation.

Demonic mana on par with a Demon Marquis surged from Samael's soul, forming a violent vortex of chaotic energy to shield him.

But Nyx did not discriminate.

Whether flesh or pure mana, Amon's blade would cut through all that he willed to die.

"Dusk."

The blade struck. Yet unlike Dawn, which burned through its foes with radiant fury, Dusk brought stillness and calm. The chaotic vortex that Samael had unleashed began to cool and fade, its wild energy dimming beneath the tranquil glow that followed.

Like the seamless transition from day to night, all of Samael's power of Chaos was quietly subdued. In its place, a serene full moon rose within the storm, its silvery light reclaiming dominion over the battlefield.

Samael collapsed, trembling on the cold ground. He could feel it… He could feel how close he had come to death.

Every instinct screamed that a single hesitation had spared him only by chance.

As the Apostle of Chaos, the strongest among his kind, he could judge power better than anyone. Amon's strike was beyond comparison. The strength he wielded no longer belonged to ordinary mortals… nor even to paragons like the Sword Saint or the Solaris Lord.

No… Amon's blade had reached the very pinnacle of humanity… and was on the edge of touching the divine. Hi