The Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent was one of the Kings who ruled the world of Gomorra.
It was the homeworld of the Jinns, and any monster who reached that rank in that world was considered a true powerhouse.
The world of Gomorra had only one rule, and that was the survival of the fittest.
The weak would be culled out, and those who survived only had two choices.
Submit to one of the most powerful beings in their world in order to survive or become a powerhouse to create their own faction.
The Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent lived deep underground and was busy accumulating its own strength.
It had just broken through the Rank of a Majin King, and was biding its time to overthrow one of the rulers where it was currently residing. freeweɓnovel.cm
However, when it sensed that it was being pulled toward the World of Solterra, it readily accepted the summons, thinking that it would be able to create its own Kingdom in that world.
The Jinns knew of Solterra because it was one of the worlds that their race had invaded during the past hundreds of years.
Some worlds had powerful protection, and restrictions placed on them, which allowed only lower-ranking Jinns to descend upon them.
One of those worlds was Pangea.
The strongest monsters that could descend on it were Rank 9 Sovereigns, barring the Majin Princes, Majin Kings, and Fiends from entering the world.
But Solterra was different.
It was capable of accepting a Majin King, so as soon as the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent received the opportunity, it didn’t hesitate and finally arrived in the Kingdom of Seneros.
The moment it devoured King Xanmara, it found the Monarch’s taste to its liking.
Because of this, it feasted on the citizens of the city, and although they were not as delicious as the Monarch that he devoured, they still tasted good due to the power of their bloodline.
But as it was enjoying its meal, it sensed a threat that was approaching it at great speeds.
It then moved its head to look in the direction where the danger was coming from, but by then, it was already too late.
The reinforced bolt pierced through one of the heads of the Eight-Headed Serpent, making that head screech in pain as the Bolt embedded itself on one of the Snake’s eyes.
However, it didn’t end there.
Just as the Eight-Headed Serpent was trying to understand what had happened, another bolt pierced its body, making it stagger.
Suddenly, a third bolt once again embedded itself on the neck of one of the heads of the Majin King, making it hiss in anger.
The remaining heads all glanced in the direction where the bolt came from and didn’t hesitate to charge in that direction with fury.
It didn’t even bother to pull out the bolts that were still stuck in its body, as it only wanted to exterminate the creature who dared to attack it, while eating its meal.
Thirteen, who had already predicted this reaction, was already inside Rocky’s Mobile Fortress.
The Magma Bal-Boa was also fleeing as fast as he could and headed deeper to the Jinn-infested territory.
Since Rocky was moving deep underground, the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent didn’t detect him right away.
Instead, the monster charged at the nearest monster that it sensed inside the canyon, where the attack came from.
A Rank 6 Alpha Salamander, who had no idea what was happening, suddenly found itself inside the jaws of the Majin King, who didn’t even give it a chance to defend itself from its overwhelming might.
Of course, it didn’t end there.
A Rank 5 Scorpion, who happened to be hiding hundreds of meters away, also fell victim to the Majin King’s Rampage.
As the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent sensed more monsters in the vicinity, it continued to hunt them down one by one, heading deeper into the Jinn-infested lands.
However, as it continued to terrorize the pitiful and innocent monsters, it once again sensed something dangerous headed in its direction.
This time, the Majin King was able to evade the attack, albeit barely, and the bolt hit the side of its body, creating sparks.
Its heated gaze then locked on in the direction where the bolt came from. It headed there, abandoning the monsters that it was about to annihilate.
Thirteen, who had decided to fire one more bolt to lead the Majin King toward the Absolute Heaven, was once again inside Rocky’s Mobile Fortress, who was fleeing for his life.
‘This should be enough to buy the others time,’ Thirteen thought as he ordered Rocky to keep fleeing.
An hour later, the Magma Bal-Boa finally came to a stop as it rested deep underground.
The members of the Parade of the Hundred Demons were currently monitoring the Majin King, who had started to kill any monster in its path.
After making sure that they were truly safe, Thirteen told Erica and Sherry that he needed to go somewhere for a short period of time and advised the two of them to stay inside the Mobile Fortress and wait for him.
After the two girls promised to behave, Thirteen activated the Ring of the Apocalypse.
As soon as he appeared in the special domain that was under Metatron’s control, a certain Death Bat approached him with a big smile on his face.
“Thirteen!” Camazotz shouted. “You’re finally here!”
The other members of the Apocalypse glanced at the weakest member of their Order and looked at him with a curious gaze.
All of them were aware that the human boy had now formed a Faction with the second weakest Majin Prince, Camazotz, and the Princess of Prophecy, Kamrusepa.
Truth be told, they were paying close attention to their small Trinity because they had been making waves within their organization, even surpassing the achievements of the older members in a short period of time.
“What are you doing here, my friend?” Camazotz said as he hung his shoulder around the teenage boy’s neck, before lightly patting his head.
“I came here because I need help,” Thirteen replied.
“Hahaha! Look no further!” Camazotz patted its chest with confidence. “Are we going to fight again? Leave it to me! There is nothing in this world that I, Camazotz, fear!”
Thirteen looked at the smug-faced Death Bat before opening his mouth.
“I am currently facing a Majin King, so I need help to defeat it,” Thirteen stated.
“A-Ah! My stomach hurts!” Camazotz immediately clutched his stomach with a pained expression on his face. “D-Damn! It must be because of that Giant Squid I ate for dinner. I think I’m suffering from indigestion!
“Sh*t! Sorry, Thirteen. I need to take a dump first. I’ll come back to you later after I’m done with my business!”
Without another word, the Death Bat disappeared as it retreated back to its domain.
Thirteen knew what kind of character Camazotz had, so he already expected this scene from happening.
However, he didn’t come to the Order of the Apocalypse for the Death Bat.
He came to seek the help of his other ally, who was now walking in his direction.
Kamrusepa, who heard Thirteen’s statement, frowned as she approached the young man, who was asking for help.
“What kind of Majin King are you fighting?” Kamrusepa asked.
“It’s an Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent,” Thirteen replied.
The frown on Kamrusepa’s face deepened because she could vaguely remember a creature that matched Thirteen’s description.
“I can’t help you fight against a Majin King,” Kamrusepa said in a serious tone.
“I know,” Thirteen replied. “But I need you to help me with something else.”
“What is it? As long as it’s not about fighting the Majin King directly, I will help you as much as I can.” Kamrusepa declared.
“I need you to do a Divination for me,” Thirteen stated. “Tell me what I need to do or where I need to go to survive that monster for thirty days.”
The Majin Princess pondered a bit before nodding in understanding.
“Very well. Come with me,” Kamrusepa said as she took the teenage boy’s hand, and pulled him towards one of the private rooms of the order.
Belzeebub, one of the oldest members of the Order of the Apocalypse, played with his beard as he looked at the teenage boy who was being led away by Kamrusepa.
He was one of the two Majin Kings within the Order of the Apocalypse, who were hiding their true rank from the rest of their peers.
“An Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent,” Belzeebub muttered. “Can it be?”
When he was still in Gomorra, he came across such a monster, and it had left a deep impression on him because of how powerful it was.
Only a handful of individuals knew of its name, and Belzeebub was one of them.
If his guess was right, then the name of the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent that Thirteen was running away from was none other than Orochi.
The Eight-Headed Serpent who almost killed Belzeebub when he was still living in the Jinn Homeworld of Gomorra.