“When you return to the mortal realm, you’ll easily defeat Calderon.”
This statement sounded incredibly confident and assertive. But in reality, achieving it was extremely difficult.
Mike had previously summarized that numerous conditions needed to be met to accomplish this. Of course, the most crucial point was that Calderon’s false body wasn’t at level 995, which gave Mike a chance. Otherwise, a fully-powered Calderon could kill Mike with just a shout! No joke!
He had been lying in the black coffin for so long without brushing his teeth; his bad breath must be terrible.
But of course, these were not Mike’s concerns. He had only one task-to unleash an explosive, high-damage attack instantly!
It was known that Calderon had a set of SSS-grade armor that could immunize against various types of damage. This meant that many of Mike’s mage techniques were of limited use.
Based on his numerous encounters with Calderon, Mike judged that Calderon’s combat talent was top-tier. Anyone who could casually call Cedric a failure had to be incredibly strong!
Mike had only one shot at this! If it turned into a prolonged battle, that was Calderon’s domain, and Mike had no chance of winning.
Thinking of this, Mike looked down at the Thunderclap Hammer at his waist. It’s all on you, buddy!
In today’s second match with Calderon, Mike had used three types of weapons from start to finish: a shield, a blade, and gauntlets. Mike had held back, not using the hammer!
The Thunderclap Hammer had an incredibly strong Armor Penetration ability, capable of ignoring Calderon’s SSS-grade equipment. Additionally, Mike’s skills were well-suited for a sneak attack! All these factors stacked together led to the notion of “easily defeating Calderon.”
As for whether he could actually do it, Mike wasn’t entirely sure. He was only 99.5% confident.
Walking beside Cedric Blackwell, Mike suddenly asked, “Immortal Cedric, may I ask, how far can you fly with me in 0.5 seconds?”
0.5 seconds was a crucial time frame. Cedric Blackwell’s lips curled into a smile as he replied, “I can show you the entire starry sea.”
First Abyss.
Maxen was exhausted from smashing things and felt like crying.
600,000 Lord merits! Half of his earnings from this card game had been taken by Thor!
“No, I have to keep an eye on the remaining 600,000 Lord merits!” Maxen’s face darkened as he thought, “Thor already knows I have 1 million Lord merits, which means he’s eyeing 400,000 of the remaining 600,000!”
For some reason, Maxen felt like those 400,000 Lord merits no longer belonged to him! This thought made him even more agitated.
He looked at the Archdemon and asked, “Why is your second bro taking so long to get the money?”
A demon god wouldn’t just run off in the middle of a card game, would he?
“Be patient,” the Archdemon said seriously. “He’s always wanted to see me dead; he won’t miss this.”
Maxen sighed, “I envy your relationship. It’s purely about wanting to kill each other, without any complications.”
Maxen felt his friendship with Thor had soured. Thor now just wanted his Lord merits, and who knew what he’d want in the future? To be his godfather?
The friendship between demon gods never soured because they never had friendship to begin with. It was always about either killing the other or being killed.
Despite Maxen’s relentless hammering, the fifth demon god was still alive and even in good spirits. He looked at Maxen, thinking about how to provoke him into continuing the beating. The fifth demon god suddenly asked, “What’s that thing around your neck?”
“This?” Maxen pulled out a gold chain proudly. “This is Tercentia. Calderon gave it to me when I was born. I guess it means he hopes I live to be 300.”
The fifth demon god laughed sinisterly, “How old are you now?”
“Not old, just over two hundred and seventy… Holy fuck!” Maxen looked at the Tercentia that had been with him for years, feeling complicated.
If it truly meant “live to be 300,” didn’t that mean he only had a little over twenty years left?
This thing was kind of unlucky!
“Who the hell told you to remind me!” Maxen swung Dorakos at the Archdemon, shattering the surrounding space with its terrifying power.
The Archdemon easily dodged the attack and emphasized, “It was the fifth demon god who insulted you!”
Blame where blame is due. Why hit me when you’re arguing?
…
Forest of Truth outskirts.
Calderon, having lost two consecutive matches, was walking with Little Nine. When there were no outsiders, the 18-year-old Calderon still wore a stern face, but his tone was much
softer.
“Little Nine, you’ve been through a lot these years.”
Little Nine looked up, eyes confused. “Brother, what are you talking about? I feel like I haven’t been in this world for long, and my memories are only of the past few days.”
“True.” Calderon smiled wryly. “From now on, you’ll be with an old weirdo. Shadow Nine has
a foul mouth but no other issues.”
Little Nine’s voice was childlike as he asked, “Is it the old man who was with the person you fought today?”
“Yes.”
Little Nine shook his head. “I don’t want to. I only want to stay with you, brother.”
“I have to do… no, the three-hundred-year-old me has to do something important.” Calderon looked up at the Tower of Truth, the ninety-fifth floor.
Their gazes met.
The 18-year-old Calderon sneered inwardly. Old fool, you’re watching, aren’t you? Are you anxious? Can’t wait for me to die so you can go off and die too?
Well, guess what, I feel the same way.
Retracting his gaze, no words were needed between the old madman and the young madman.
They were, after all, the same person.
“Let’s see if Thor has what it takes to kill me,” the 18-year-old Calderon said, not underestimating Thor. In fact, being instantly killed by a potential Supreme Being of the
same tier was the norm!
Whether it was him, Cedric, or Maxen, none could win against a potential Supreme Being of the same level.
Calderon relied on two trump cards-SSS-grade equipment and the Near-Death Power Up talent. Both had been further enhanced after he broke through to Ultimate Lord! Using these against Thor was like Using a cheat code in a game.
“Wait.” Calderon stopped, sensing something. “Little Nine, go check what’s written on that
tree ahead.”
Ahead, the bark of a tree had some words carved into it, obscured by black mist. The mist was clearly related to Shadow Nine.
There was no danger; this was the Forest of Truth, the safest place for humans. But Calderon himself felt a vague sense of foreboding, as if he were being targeted by killing aura. Better to send Little Nine away first, so whatever happens won’t affect him.
Little Nine walked forward, looking up and reading the words in the black mist aloud. “Thor
slays Calderon here…”
Before the last word was out, a lightning bolt descended from the sky, and Thor, wielding the Thunderclap Hammer, appeared beside Calderon in an instant.
“Take this!”
This move came from the starry sea!
