THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 867 Devoured Hope (2)

The Great One of Earth's voice resounded within him, startling Sieghart.

'Great One… how are you entering my mind so easily?'

'Didn't you say it yourself? You are human… and I am the Great One of humanity. Reaching any human in this world is trivial for me.'

He cut the exchange short—their time was limited.

'We don't have long, Sieghart. I will ask you this only once…

Do you truly believe you can harm him if given the chance to strike that wound?'

Sieghart nodded.

'In addition to humanity's innate ability… I possess another world-breaking power. But it's a special one—it can only be used once… and it will drain everything I have in a single attack.'

His voice carried unwavering resolve.

'If I can strike the wound Nameless created…

I'm certain I can deal real damage.'

The Great One laughed softly.

'Damage? From the way you spoke, I thought you meant to defeat him.'

Sieghart smiled in return.

'I'm not delusional enough to believe I can defeat the Demon King. Even weakened and wounded… he's still a monster beyond anything I've ever seen.'

'The only reason I've survived this long… is because he's underestimating me. He hasn't even begun using his stronger attacks.'

'Correct. And I'm glad you're not foolish enough to miss something so obvious.'

The Great One exhaled, closing his eyes briefly before opening them with fierce determination.

'I will support you. Prepare your strongest strike… and wait for my signal.'

Sieghart's curiosity flared.

'Can you restrain him?'

The Great One's body began to glow with pure white light.

'My ability is Oblivion. If I push it to its limit… I can erase any attack he releases from existence—for a brief moment.'

'When that happens… strike with everything you have.'

The explanation nearly stunned Sieghart.

That ability was anything but ordinary ...

It was catastrophic… capable of bringing ruin upon any living being in existence.

And yet—

Against the Demon King, it was barely enough to buy time.

'How absurd…'

Taking a deep breath, Sieghart charged forward into the torrent of burning blood without hesitation.

"I won't hold back anymore!! It's all or nothing!!"

His power surged dramatically as he unleashed everything he had accumulated through countless battles.

Humans grew stronger with every battle they survived…

And if he survived the Demon King ...

Sieghart felt he would ascend to even greater heights.

That thought alone drove him to fight with even greater ferocity.

He closed the distance—step by step—

Ignoring the devastating barrage hurled at him.

His body began to break under the pressure.

Damage accumulated at an alarming rate…

Until his entire form was drenched in blood, torn apart by countless wounds.

Sieghart's body was being torn apart at a terrifying pace, the damage piling up until blood poured from the countless wounds that riddled him.

And yet… he did not stop.

He pushed forward without hesitation—until he stood dangerously close to the Demon King.

At that very moment, Agaroth raised his hand toward him.

"I thought you were smarter than this… Are you truly running toward your end so easily?"

Within that dark palm, a force slowly took shape ...

The power of Death's Soul. A cursed aura that sent a chill down Sieghart's spine, making him acutely aware of how close death truly was.

If that strike landed…

He would die.

But the Great One of Earth would not allow it.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Now!!!"

With a thunderous war cry, a wave of light erupted ...

A blinding radiance that swallowed the entire battlefield, devouring Agaroth's blood attacks along with the deathly power he had begun to release.

Everything vanished… erased into oblivion.

For the first time ...

The Demon King stood completely defenseless.

'Agaroth lost the Eye of the King… he can no longer see the future or predict attacks as easily… and he has exhausted much of his aura in his battle against Nameless…'

The Great One gritted his teeth, suppressing every counterattack Agaroth attempted.

"This chance will never come again… move, transcendent!!"

The Great One paid a heavy price.

He bled profusely as Agaroth unleashed dozens of world-breaking abilities the moment he was restrained.

He stopped them all…

But the pressure shattered his very being in return.

Still—

That suffering came at a cost worth paying.

Because now…

Sieghart's blade could reach him.

In that instant, Sieghart's body ignited with power.

Runes across his form flared to life, his long hair blazing with a deep green light.

His eyes burned like raging flames—

And his sword swelled with overwhelming force.

With a single glance, Agaroth understood—

This was no trivial attack.

"Eternal Death Tempest."

From every rune etched upon his body…

From every symbol ..

A massive reserve of aura erupted, multiplying Sieghart's power several times over.

All of it converged into his blade—now ablaze with green fire, shining with a brilliance rivaling the sun itself.

The blade tore through space itself, severing everything in its path ...

Until it struck the wound Nameless had created…

And plunged deep into the Demon King's chest.

Aura exploded from within the blade, engulfing Agaroth in a violent torrent of raging green fire that consumed the battlefield.

Sieghart felt it ...

He had struck him.

Using the opening Nameless had left behind…

He had done it.

He had wounded the strongest being in the world.

The flames roared for a long time—

Before slowly fading… revealing the breathtaking scene hidden within.

Sieghart's blade was lodged deep in Agaroth's chest.

The wound had expanded grotesquely, widening far beyond what Nameless had inflicted—until it resembled not a wound…

But a gaping hole.

A hole of strange, radiant light…

Shining directly into Sieghart's face.

Under the gaze of the Great One ... who collapsed the moment he could no longer restrain Agaroth ...

Sieghart stepped back, attempting to pull his sword free.

But it would not move.

Frowning, he exerted greater force—

Yet instead of withdrawing the blade…

He was pulled in along with it.

The sword vanished completely.

And his arms…

Were swallowed into Agaroth's body.

Sieghart's expression darkened instantly—

Especially when he heard that monster laugh.

"My sincerest congratulations, human… your blade has reached me."

Agaroth raised both hands, gently grasping Sieghart's skull ...

Sending a cold shock through his mind.

"Now drown… within the abyss."

"You… your power… your talent…"

"Everything will be devoured by me."

With every word the Demon King spoke—

Sieghart sank deeper… and deeper…

Powerless to resist.

Elsewhere, despair consumed the Great One of Earth as he witnessed their efforts crumble before his eyes.

"As expected… there is no way for us to stop that monster…"

Their only hope of defeating such a being…

Was the arrival of something equally monstrous ... or worse.

But in all his years…

The Great One had never seen anything worse than Agaroth.

Even Odin himself paled in comparison… when it came to absolute despair.

A different kind of evil.

An existence that defied all laws of the world ...

And even challenged its creator.

This…

Was Agaroth, the King of Demons.

The Great One gave up.

Sieghart was devoured.

And with that ... The last resistance on Earth…

Was completely extinguished.