Kasajin’s punch.
He was able to see it coming, but his body was unable to react in time.
Bang!
Lukas’ body crashed into the ground, immediately creating a crater similar to one formed when a meteor landed.
Crunch.
Covered in dust, he got back to his feet. For a moment, he couldn’t help but feel that it was fortunate no one was there to see him in such a sorry state.
Lukas slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky with a heavy expression.
‘This reminds me of the old days.’
It had been so long ago that he could only barely recall those memories. His memories were like an old, worn diary, a wilting rose beside a flowing stream.
He recalled the time when he was still human.
Before he had ‘reincarnated’ and became ‘Frey Blake’.
A time when the weight of the title Great Mage was still heavy and their struggle was at its hardest.
[Nine times out of ten.]
As he said those words in a deep voice, Kasajin slowly descended to the ground.
The sight of the pitch black devilish energy swirling around his body made it impossible to even think that he was human, even if only symbolically.
[If memory serves, that is my win rate in our fights in the past.]
“…”
[As you can see, I’m much stronger than I was back then, Lukas. The ‘Magic Warrior King Kasajin’ has evolved even further and become the ‘Demon King Kasajin’.]
“What are you trying to say?”
[The ‘Great Mage Lukas’ cannot put even a single scratch on my body.]
His cold voice rang out, like a judge declaring a sentence.
[The Lukas that you need to show me now is the Absolute. If you truly intend to fight and even defeat me, then you will have to give your all.]
Lukas hadn’t used any of his Absolute power. Of course, Kasajin already knew the reason for this.
He knew that he was trying to protect this universe. But he didn’t think that was the wisest decision at this moment.
“Lord is dead.”
Lukas finally opened his mouth, speaking slowly.
“I killed him with my own hands. Now, there is only one Demigod left in our world. Hey Kasajin, do you remember what you said that time? About how great it would be if there was even a single good Demigod. We talked about it in the past.”
[…]
“There really was one… 4,000 years later, one appeared. A Demigod who sided with humans and thought the Demigods were wrong.”
[I didn’t ask.]
Kasajin spread out his arms.
In the Warrior King Fist, there were dozens of stances that one could take to unleash a host of attacks.
Lukas was confident that he knew most if not all of them, but this was his first time seeing this stance.
His legs were spread apart, and his arms were outstretched, as if he was taunting Lukas to attack him.
The stance appeared so defenseless that it didn’t seem like something one would take during a fight.
Kasajin then added in a nonchalant manner.
[I’m not even a little curious.]
Crackle.
Dark energy began to converge on his palms in an ominous manner before slowly taking shape.
It was devilish energy.
This was a type of external force that could only be used by Absolutes who were greatly favored by the Black Horned Demon God.
It was a symbol that proved an Absolute’s authority in any universe, time, and space.
Rumble!
Lukas could feel the universe begin to cry out, and naturally, the source of its torment was Kasajin. The space around him began to twist and bend.
Crack crack!
Then, cracks began to form.
The dimension was beginning to collapse as power far beyond what the universe was capable of withstanding was forcefully exerted.
“Kasajin—!”
Just as Lukas roared angrily.
Boom!
Kasajin punched forward, causing an enormous explosion of sound to rip through the area, as though hundreds of lightning bolts had struck the same place at the same time.
The roar rippled out in every direction, so powerful that even the word ‘explosion’ did not do it any justice.
The devilish energy from Kasajin’s hands began to take shape, and soon, it transformed into the face of a screaming ghost.
This was the same technique that had been used to destroy the Korea Branch Headquarters.
Looking at this ghost face that was slowly approaching him, Lukas grit his teeth.
—The external force of an Absolute was like a blade.
A blade that could render any armor useless.
The only thing that could be used against this blade was a blade of similar power.
Paht!
An explosion of blue light erupted from Lukas’ body.
The bright light soon covered the sky, and it seemed that it was about to destroy the black clouds. But that wasn’t the case. After being pushed back for a moment, the black clouds began to violently clash with the bright blue light.
[Your Absolute Field cannot withstand my devilish energy.]
Crash!
He was right.
The absolute space that Lukas had just created cracked before shattering like a pane of glass.
Boom!
Subsequently, the face of the screaming ghost crashed into Lukas’ chest. The force of the blow sent him flying hundreds of meters, and it seemed that if he didn’t do anything, he would fly out of the city.
Crack!
In an instant, dozens of walls of ice appeared behind him in a row. Of course, they weren’t an attack. Instead, every time his body crashed through an ice wall, he lost a bit of momentum.
Two walls.
He barely managed to stop himself, leaving only two of the dozens of ice walls remaining.
“Gurk…”
Nevertheless, his condition wasn’t good. His stomach burned as though he had swallowed molten lava. And above all, his entire body was filled with an intense stabbing pain. It felt like he was being gnawed on by tens of thousands of insects.
[Is this your answer, Lukas?]
The Demon King looked down at Lukas as he muttered these words.
The devilish energy that he’d just unleashed was many times stronger than what he’d used to attack the Korea Headquarters.
It was not something that could be blocked with just the power of the Great Mage.
A moment ago, Lukas had used his external force. And yet, the space around him was still stable.
Kasajin sighed, showing emotion for the first time.
[To bear the burden of this space on your own. I’m sure this method would prevent this dimension from imploding. But I doubt any Absolute would have ever thought of such a thing, regardless of how simple it is.]
Kasajin could tell.
Just what the results of Lukas’ method would be.
[After all, it’s only a temporary measure. It’s like wielding a hiltless sword with your bare hands. And as a result…]
Lukas’ skin shook slightly before it began to crack like porcelain.
[Your life force will slowly be depleted.]
