The Demon Monarch System

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A low grunt exited from Typhir's lips as he looked at Valac. Although Xezym confirmed that Amduscias was occupied, he felt Valac was far too excited about this matter. Not to mention, it seemed as if he was happy to shove the task onto another individual. Of course, Typhir understood that this was something Valac was prone to doing.

Still, it was a trait that Typhir felt he needed to fix. Nevertheless, since they had agreed on it beforehand, Typhir stepped before the fence while readying himself. However, the closer he got to the gate, the more response he felt from it, forcing him to think about another matter.

'Valac suggested the highest level of my Aura of Destruction, meaning that I'll have to activate my bloodline powers. The issue with that is….' Typhir thought to himself while looking around at the sparse yet completely noticeable foot traffic on the street.

Revealing a bloodline linked to wrath inside of Suprenis was akin to painting a beacon on himself because it suggested that he was a demon of at least two Sins. Else, he wouldn't be able to stay in this Ring, let alone activate his bloodline.

However, Valac seemed to notice Typhir's afflictions and still waved at him, "Come on, come on. Hurry it up! We don't know how long he'll be occupied with the conversion. We need to take advantage of this window now. Forget the outsiders."

"Tch," Typhir replied, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He knew that Valac only urged him to do this because it could deliver entertainment. Be that as it may, Typhir conceded and started to activate his Infernal Rampager Bloodline.

Though Apollo knew about Typhir's boost, the numbers were still a mystery to Typhir as he didn't possess the system. But, he didn't need them to understand that each time he activated his bloodline, not just his Aura, but the strength he could wield ballooned to a new height.

But, with so many onlookers, Typhir wasn't willing to reveal his limits from the jump. Therefore, he started off with the second stage of his bloodline, causing his body to swell to the point that he rivaled a lower-level Titan's size.

Once ready, Typhir picked up Armageddon and slammed it against the dark lightning fence without delay. However, his expression changed the moment his sword made contact with the wall. The rampant discharge caused by the strike produced scorch marks everywhere that even appeared on his arm.

'It's this difficult to shatter the dark lightning even with a second degree utilization of the Aura of Destruction? If that's the case, how strong is the lightning that Amduscias controls personally?' Typhir wondered.

Because of his initial failure with one strike, Typhir gradually increased the amount of Aura that seeped from his body and the intensity. Eventually, the dark lightning found it difficult even to reach Typhir's body, especially once his Aura broke past the threshold of the third degree.

The lightning revealed signs of disintegrating, which bought Valac boundless joy. However, just as it brought him delight, an adverse situation took place within the shrine-like building.

A demon with an alluring face and dark violet hard opened his opaque white eyes that circulated with black sparks and looked towards the doorway. 'Hoh!? Aura of Destruction? Has Asteroth come to seek me out after all these years? If so, his timing is rather disgusting. Can't he see that I'm here? What an insufferable brute.'

Arcs of dark lightning swam around Amduscias as he contemplated on the course of action he should take. However, halfway through his contemplation, his gaze sharpened as he looked in the fence's direction once again.

'Hmm? That was over five minutes? It took over five minutes just for him to shatter that intermediate fence? No, wait a moment, that Aura....' Amduscias thought while closing his eyes and extending his perception beyond his body.

Soon enough, he caught a wisp of the residual energy spiraling around the weapon and individual that broke his fence. Once he measured it, a look of disdain appeared on Amduscias' face. "Tch, that isn't Asteroth's Aura. It doesn't even touch upon the fifth degree. There's absolutely zero chance of his power regressing that far.

"Meaning… someone else managed to awaken the Aura of Destruction in this day and age? Though it is still budding, it could be quite troublesome if they're looking to become my enemy. I should kill them and be done with it," Amduscias decided with a quick nod.

Afterward, his usual sneer appeared on his face as he listened to the many approaching footsteps.

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Meanwhile, Valac continued to move forward with caution. 

"It makes no sense to hide our presence, but make sure to move with caution. I'm not sure if he decided to cancel the conversion process, but Amduscias undoubtedly knows we're here after you shattered his lightning."

"I already know that. I felt a prying eye the moment I broke that fence. It seems he was monitoring its state much more closely than we assumed. Regardless, it makes no difference to our task. We're here to collect information," Typhir answered.

"Sure, sure, collect," Valac nodded while continuously waving his hand, which caused Typhir to glare behind him.

Fortunately for Valac, Sapphyr placed her hand on Typhir's shoulder and shook her head. One aftereffect of Typhir's bloodline activation was that he became highly irritable afterward. Thus, it was best to tread carefully and listen to his instruction until he became level-headed once again.

Sadly, this situation didn't allow any time to readjust himself, nor was Valac one to listen unconditionally, even more so when it involved a matter of seeking payback. If there was one thing that made Valac act out of character, or rather made him return to his prior ways, it was the thought of receiving euphoric revenge.

Suddenly, everyone stopped except for Valac, who continued to think about the numerous ways he would torment Amduscias for his current situation. Not only did a sudden pressure cause them to be on edge, but a motionless individual at the end of the passageway bearing a faint smirk unsettled them.

Finally, after a few moments, Valac also stopped and looked up, laying eyes upon a slender individual dressed in a sharp suit. While it was primarily black, there were tinges of a blood-red color on the buttons and cuffs of the suit. Yet, despite this attire looking like a suit, something told Typhir someone made it to withstand combat.

"Look at this crap! You look like someone's help! Ugh, you just never change! What is this unpleasant taste in attire?" Valac scoffed. However, Amduscias, on the other hand, looked at him with an icy gaze.

"Is that who I think it is? The one who begged me to teach him the ways of the spear? The one who sulked in my lap when the others teased you?" Amduscias said in a teasing tone. 

As a result, the room filled with pin-drop silence as the others behind him looked at Valac with mouths agape. They were truly curious if Amduscias' claims were legitimate. If so, they were interested to know what happened that caused Valac to hate him so much.

Meanwhile, a tinge of blush appeared on Valac's cheek as he snapped his neck towards the others, who looked away while whistling.

"Oi! Why are we speaking about my newborn days in the household?" Valac snarled.

"Because I regret ever teaching you. If it weren't for you cozying up with Asteroth and teaching him the weakness of my spear style, that freak would have never defeated me. So, as far as I know, you're not welcome here; GET OUT!" Amduscias seethed, which caused a sea of dark lightning to crackle around.

Yet, Valac remained rooted in place while glaring at him. "You seemed to have the information twisted. I gave you both information on each other's styles. Or, does your narcissistic mind not remember that?"

There was indeed a time when Valac played both sides, but the ultimate reason behind his behavior was to obtain enjoyment. At that time, aside from when he caused chaos within the household, he was bored. 

Therefore, he incited chaos at every turn. And, the feud between Asteroth and Amduscias was one of them. Of course, after experiencing some of the ancient memories, Apollo was aware of this feud and the reason behind it, which is why Apollo chose Amduscias as the target and chose Valac as the one to "greet" him.

Furthermore, Amduscias' eyes widened at Valac's comment, and there was a solid reason why. "I remember the past well. You indeed traded information, but that wasn't until he managed to beat me. Yes, you were a top-notch trickster because I didn't understand how it was possible until Asteroth flew into a rage.

"Now, I'll say it once again. GET OUT!" Amduscias roared with a cold gaze.

Regrettably, Valac shook his head once again, refusing to leave. "Not at all. You can't make me either."

"Oh?! Interesting!" Amduscias said with a slight chuckle. A moment later, he flung his arm, causing a colossal spear made of dark lightning to hurtle towards Valac, exploding upon contact.

Two immense wings with azure flames flowing through the crevices guarded Valac's body when the smoke cleared.