Overpowered Wizard

With Zarian incoming, the godly warrior devil known as Darth swung his giant black sword. He moved with unrivaled deftness even while forced into a tumble from the huge gravity shift.

It was evident that the many years of practice and experience guided the sword hand of the armored Darth. He acted with far better expertise than what most Master Rankers could achieve even if they had stable footing and full preparation.

The divine power Darth wielded, even while regressed, was also very evident. Wherever the sword went, the space squealed, the air split violently in a rush, sparks and embers followed in the wake.

The promise of outright destruction at the edge of the sword became less a suggestion. It became more of a veritable truth that would assert itself into reality with the backing of Hidden Hell and Darth’s divinity as a Royal Devil Lord.

Zarian took the divine destructive sword cut to his bare chest.

He died a hundred times, his body torn apart, his head diced to pieces, his existence questioned for a split second. Under the masterful swing of the warrior devil, the life energy from thousands of souls whisked away.

Yet, that was still not enough to stop the Madness Wizard, who still had the life energy stolen from tens of thousands of orc souls.

Para rapidly pulled Zarian’s many pieces back together. They burned through an unimaginable amount of life energy until their vitality kicked in, sealing the spiritual bleeding.

The Madness Wizard was still a flying pair of legs with a massacred torso and head. But he had the flesh and bones of one arm complete. He had enough muscle to push two fingers up Darth’s nose.

“What the fuck?!” cussed the godly warrior devil as Zarian and Para twin-cast Torturous Lightning fused with their Aura Mastery.

The black magic spell normally overloaded a target with extremely painful electrocution without delivering actual damage. When fused with Aura Mastery, it struck with concussive force as an additional effect that could deliver damage.

Darth’s head exploded in a bloody blast of bright red lightning and thunder. His regressed life energy emptied.

The Royal Devil Lord died before his vital health energy could kick in and heal him.

One down. Four more and a warlock to go.

Darth’s armored body tumbled as a useless husk for a moment. Then Para snatched it by the leg with a tentacle. She swung it into the path of the fat Glutnar, the godly gluttony devil roaring with ravenous hunger while flying at them.

From behind him, the fat Glutnar was releasing a concentrated gout of flatulence from the rear end, moving him far faster than expected.

His bulging belly split open like a fleshly flower with thick flabby petals. Thorny teeth, each as long as Zarian’s forearm, extended with needle points.

Each tooth promised to puncture straight through and deliver heinous pain like porcupine quills. Deeper beyond, square-shaped teeth gnashed and crunched in a ring that led to a bottomless gullet.

The headless body of the late Darth flew into Glutnar’s belly-mouth. The corpse became a munched up and crumpled meal that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The godly gluttony devil barely spent a split second eating his former ally before opening up wide again for his intended meal, showing a cunning speed that his weighty appearance wouldn’t suggest.

Glutnar still wasn’t fast enough to stop Zarian from grabbing the handle of the giant black sword Darth had left behind.

Zarian swung the sword while still lacking nearly half of his torso.

It was a big and crude thing. It was more of a hunk of metal someone had halfway forged into a sword.

But it obviously had a high-quality nature, legendary no doubt, that came with a portion of its former master’s destructive sword style.

Zarian and Para enhanced that power with Aura Mastery merged with twin casts of Bloody Lifesteal, Void Layer, and Void Authority.

While the realm energy of Hidden Hell would deny them the right to tamper with the realm itself or teleport around, the wizard parasite duo still had access to the void. They could still attack the life energy of others directly and spill it into the void.

Zarian did so by carving the sword deep into Glutnar’s fatty side, tearing up the royal devil’s life energy with void magic, destruction magic, and blood magic.

That still wasn’t enough to stop the fat Glutnar. The devil had plenty of life energy to spare as well.

The flabby petals of the devil’s monstrous belly mouth reached around the giant hunk of metal and latched the tips of the quills onto Zarian’s armored legs.

From there, the fat devil reeled him in closer for outright consumption, and if that wasn’t trouble already, the bestial Bastal had found his footing on the temple’s floor. He sprung into a pounce at Zarian’s back with a dozen limbs, all his sharpened claws extended.

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Zarian dismissed his grimoire manifestations to save them from being compromised. He still cast spells without them, even if it required more focus, which he showed by extending Void Authority.

The void spell latch onto the traces of void energy in the Hell Gate. Meanwhile, Para pushed numerous spikes and sharp threads into Bastal’s paws and into Glutnar’s body.

That was about all Zarian and Para could achieve as the devil ate them alive, ripping flesh, crunching bone, pulping organs, draining blood, and spilling the life energy of ten thousand orc souls.

Glutnar probably thought he was the clear victor.

He sealed his belly mouth shut and kept out the pouncing claws of the bestial Bastal. The sword of the late Darth fell away uselessly from the fat devil’s side.

Hell, Glutnar even welcomed the parasitic threads of Para weaving into his body and Bastal’s.

It didn’t matter to Glutnar at this point. The fat devil was rapidly consuming the Dark Lord, with only a few traces of Zarian’s physical existence remaining as paltry crumbs.

Then the undeniable realm energy of Hidden Hell struck down like a giant hydraulic press, splattering the bodies of Glutnar and Bastal.

The two Royal Devil Lords suffered from the crime of being in the way of Hidden Hell while the Dark Lord used Void Authority to screw with the realm in egregious ways. Para’s parasitic threads had strung them along as accomplices, even though they were innocent.

All of that blood and gore, the meat ripe with divine life energy from both the gluttony devil and the bestial devil, became sustenance for Para. Zarian was a little too out of it to take advantage, but that was why he had a Parasite Cloak +3.

Para switched to Aura Mastery + Bloody Lifesteal. This specific combo sent life energy straight to Zarian. When he became conscious enough, he joined in by casting the same combo as a twin to Para’s efforts.

Again, Para put Zarian back together, remaking him from the squashed slurry of three divine devils, as if he was an undying creature that feasted on the souls and bodies of whatever Hidden Hell could throw at him.

Once his lungs repaired, he howled with mad laughter, his mind skipping past all the pain while in the throes of pure and utter madness.

The sight and sound of that made the last two royal devils and the warlock rethink their approach while the temple kept falling toward the ceiling.

Their hesitation, if only for a split second, gave Para enough time to pull out a scroll from her pocket dimension. She cut the rawhide string with a flick of a claw and activated the scroll as it unrolled.

By then, the yappy Valkariss, the draconic Tarx, and the Grimrock Warlock regathered their wits. They attacked with better synergy, even if their attack was a seemingly foolish one.

Valkariss shot a volley of screeching shadow crows. Their beaks and talons could shred high quality metal apart like tissue paper.

Tarx swept his glaive while it glowed an iridescent orange-purple. He sent flying a crescent wave of superheated dragon magic that could immolate multiple castles and fort towns.

And the mother of Foodie, the Grimrock Warlock, cast upon the air floating infernal runes that solidified into a demonic force cage for capturing, torturing, and damage enhancement.

The warlock went as far as making the wicked rune cage a one-way inlet. The remaining devil god and devil goddess could strike from the outside while keeping everything inside.

They struck Zarian with attacks that should’ve demolished his body, vitality, and life energy completely. All that death-slinging carnage could lead to another coming of the Darkrun Apocalypse.

But their evil intelligence could only help them so much while they feared for their current statuses.

Those beholden to Hidden Hell while having a high status, such as royal devils, would lose everything if they died.

Regardless of their divine status in Hidden Hell, once they died, they would become like the poor souls they toyed with and spent like coins.

Their deaths would force them to start at the bottom of the hierarchy, or worse, become a toy to something they’d bargained with in the past. Or they could become prey to something they’d once preyed on.

To die there against the Dark Lord would bring them back to a wretched restart. That was relatively worse than unleashing the Darkrun Apocalypse on the entire universe and making it stick.

Was that selfish?

Very much so.

But that was the way of things with warlocks and creatures of hell. So for that moment, where they unleashed the utmost of destruction on the wizard and his parasite, the yappy Valkariss, the draconic Tarx, and the Grimrock Warlock silently agreed to doom everyone instead of suffering for their hellish misdeeds.

Zarian had no fucks to give for the devils and the warlock.

He didn’t feel like dying, and Para felt the same.

Zarian thrust straight out of the demonic cage of shadow crows and dragon combustion.

He led the counter attack with the giant sword wreathed in void fire and void destruction, cutting through magic obstacles until he ran the big black thing into Valkariss.

His burnt, shredded, and disfigured body had no more vital energy to spare, totally reliant on Para keeping him together.

That stayed a possibility because of the remaining life energy they’d stolen from their slain enemies. And because of the additional life energy lumped in from the Scroll of Increased Life that Para used moments before.

Thus, Zarian survived and stayed alive.

He was too mad to die right now anyway. And everything was sweeter to experience with a mortal body compared to being an ever-expanding darkness.

Zarian especially liked the look of shock and horror on the devilish goddess’s face. It was a priceless expression, very fitting, especially when Zarian and Para switched to Aura Mastery + Bloody Lifesteal specifically.

They drank up the remaining life energy from the Royal Devil Lady like a kid in the summer heat with a fresh and cold juice pouch.

Then Zarian swung around his big black thing of a sword. He tossed the dead husk of a devil goddess in the way of Tarx and the orange-purple flames fanning out from his mighty glaive.

The draconic devil roared as he hacked through Valkariss’s corpse. He turned her remains into ash with his iridescent flames. Then he roared some more with the fury of a divine dragon.

“I would rather see Infinita destroyed than lose to the likes of you!” Tarx snarled.

“See you next fall.” Zarian laughed.

“Wait, where is my child?!” screamed the Grimrock Warlock.

Foodie was gone from her chains and post. Tarx didn’t care. And the Grimrock Warlock had no more time to go looking for Foodie and reconsider her ways as a failed mother.

The entire ziggurat temple, which was made of epic quality stone, struck the cavern ceiling at a high velocity. The ceiling proved tougher, and the immense temple erupted into tons and tons of epic debris.

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