Paimon was confident about defeating the hateful Death Bat in battle.
So much that she even laughed internally when Camazotz had added a condition that the loser would become the servant of the winner.
But this confidence of hers disappeared into their duel.
Despite doing her best to land a hit on her opponent, the Death Bat evaded each of them so easily while gradually inching in her direction.
Currently, the Death Bat was in his Demihuman form.
Aside from looking like a red devil in red armor, he didn’t look much different from the past.
He hadn’t even unfurled his bat-like wings, which he was very proud of, and fought her in an aerial battle.
The more time passed, the more solemn Paimon’s expression became.
Her whip flashed and unleashed dozens of purple fireballs in the Death Bat’s direction, but Camazotz evaded it while still walking forward.
“You’re cheating!” Paimon shouted in anger. “You should have died long ago. Why are you still alive?!”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” Camazotz asked with a smile. “I mean, I would have indeed died a while ago if you were strong. But how can you expect me to die when you’re this weak?” “I’ll kill you!”
“You’ve been trying to do that since this duel started. Come on, Paimon. Try harder. If you don’t, you’ll be calling me Sir. Of course, if you want to call me Master, I’ll allow it as well.”
“Die you f*cker!” Paimon’s eyes turned purple.
Immediately, purple flames surged around her body as she rose to the air.
A Purple Camel bathed in flames appeared out of nowhere, serving as her mount.
The members of the Order of the Apocalypse looked at this scene with various expressions on their faces.
Now that Paimon had summoned her War Camel, everyone understood that she was now about to fight seriously.
Camazotz smirked before unfurling his bat-like wings.
It was at this moment that Paimon finally understood what was happening.
“You managed to increase your Rank,” Paimon snorted. “So that’s where your confidence is -coming from?”
“No,” Camazotz replied. “My confidence is coming from the fact that I am fighting someone weaker than me. You’ve known me for a long time, so why do you still not understand?
“I’m someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Since I am fighting you, you already understand, right?”
The purple flames surrounding Paimon intensified out of anger.
“Are you calling me weak?” Paimon asked.
“Yes,” Camazotz replied.
A sneer appeared on Paimon’s face as she whipped her camel, making it roar.
The Camel then soared to the sky.
A moment later, a wave of purple flames descended from the Heavens. The purple flames were like a net that spanned for miles, preventing Camazotz from escaping.
Paimon knew that Camazotz relied on his speed to overcome his opponents. He was already very fast before, and that was when he only had a pair of wings.
Now that he had two pairs of wings, the Majin Princess knew that her opponent’s speed might have increased drastically, especially since Camazotz had also become a Peak-Ranked Majin Prince.
She was expecting the Death Bat to escape, but to her surprise, the Death Bat didn’t escape.
No.
The Death Bat flew straight toward her, facing the purple flames that her Camel had unleashed.
“Is he mad?” Beelzebub, who was watching the battle frowned. “This is suicide.” “It’s not suicide,” Thirteen commented. “Paimon’s flames are strong. But in her desire to ensure that Camazotz wouldn’t be able to escape, she had stretched it too thin, covering a wide area. Basically, it’s no longer as potent as it used to be.”
As if proving Thirteen’s words right, the Death Bat sliced through the flames without suffering any serious damage.
But, who was Paimon?
She had already anticipated something like that, so the moment Camazotz appeared past the wall of flames, her Camel dived down in a blaze of fury.
A giant purple comet descended upon the Death Bat, but Camazotz only sneered and faced it head-on, transforming into a crimson comet.
The two powerful beings collided, creating a shock wave that rippled in a brilliant light.
A pained cry reverberated in the surroundings as Paimon’s Camel was blown away from the impact, making Paimon almost fall off from its back.
Camazotz’s right arm was blown off entirely from its body, making him look like a sorry sight.
Thirteen couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow as he looked at the Death Bat’s pitiful state.
‘I see, so that’s how it is,’ Thirteen thought and a faint smile appeared on his face. ‘You’ve changed, Camazotz.’
A pained expression could be seen on the Death Bat’s face which lasted for a few seconds before it was replaced by a confident smile.
Suddenly, Camazotz started to laugh out loud, which made Paimon, who had already regained her composure, look at the Death Bat in surprise.
‘Did he go crazy after getting his arm blown off?’ Paimon thought.
Although she was thinking that the Death Bat had gone crazy, a part of her felt fearful because
that was her full-powered strike.
It should’ve been more than enough to kill a Majin Prince two times over. But, her target
didn’t die.
Even though Camazotz’s right arm had been blown off his body, the Majin Princess still felt
very anxious.
“Paimon, if you have no more tricks left, I’ll be ending this battle now,” Camazotz said. “So if you still have any trump cards, use them now because you might not have the opportunity to
use them later.”
“You’re still talking big even after you lost your arm?” Paimon sneered. “How about you surrender? Metatron can still treat your injury if you surrender now.”
“Injury?” Camazotz chuckled. “What injury?”
The flesh on the Death Bat’s destroyed arm started to move as if they were living creatures.
They then started to reform at an incredibly fast rate, making Paimon’s eyes widen in shock.
In less than a minute, Camazotz had fully regrown his left arm as if nothing had happened. “Paimon, if you no longer have any trump cards, I’ll end this battle,” Camazotz stated. “I’ll give you one minute to give me your best shot.”
Thirteen, who was watching Camazotz from the projection, gave the Death Bat a thumbs up in
his heart.
He had noticed that Camazotz didn’t activate the power of his Legendary Armor and was solely using his other abilities to face Paimon head-on.
If he had used the power of his armor earlier, the Camel that Paimon was riding on might have imploded due to the reflection ability that he had imbued in the armor.
Sensing that this might truly be the last time that she would be given the chance to use her Trump Card, Paimon closed her eyes and made some hand seals.
Her power was Creation.
She had the ability to turn her purple flames into anything that she desired.
“You can be proud of yourself because you have forced me into a corner,” Paimon said icily.
“If you survive this attack, I will accept it as my loss.”
A purple flaming knight, riding on a nightmare horse, appeared beside Paimon.
But it didn’t end there.
More knights appeared, covering the entire sky with their numbers.
“Answer the call of your Queen!” Paimon shouted, pointing her finger towards the Death Bat
on the ground.
“Charge! Knights of Goetia!”
The rumbling of tens of thousands of hooves reverberated in the sky as Paimon’s Knights charged at the Death Bat, who had taken a fighting stance as he faced his opponent’s ultimate
attack.