The Demon Monarch System

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Initially, the portal materialized before Apollo, but after a while, an ominous buzzing noise escaped from inside, followed by footsteps that grew more audible as a presence neared the exit. Because of this change, Lucifer shifted his attention away from Tirasha, pushing her reasoning to the back of his mind.

After all, the sensation emanating from the portal was one of the worst he had ever witnessed. If this was the product of the little demon boy before him, then Lucifer felt he should reassess his earlier opinion of this individual before him.

If he could call upon a demon of magnitude, then he was by no means a minor character. However, Lucifer was also troubled by the fact Apollo was so unknown despite possessing this authority. What's more, he found himself questioning the origin of the demon stepping through the portal.

'Don't tell me this boy is like Irzanach, possessing a power outside the realm of known powers. If that's the case, we Lords truly need to achieve a firmer understanding of what's taking place under our noses,' Lucifer thought while tightening his grasp around his sword.

In the next moment, Fuhrer's aged yet sturdy appearance popped through the portal with an imposing pressure. Although he still emanated the known signature of a Greater Demon, there was another reason for the mysterious force rolling off his body in droves. Brynhildr was in a semi-active state!

The blood-red eye atop the sword's crossguard undulated with a fearsome ripple. It appeared the power sealed within threatened to erupt at any given more. Additionally, a spiral of extremely dark energy circulated the blade, with each tendril piercing deep into the void.

"There should be a solid reason for me being summoned here so suddenly. Could it be that you have the gall to threaten my Lord?" Fuhrer questioned while directing his murderous gaze towards Lucifer. While there was no indication, Apollo could sense from Fuhrer's current demeanor that his disposition had devolved back into the realm of the Infernal Slaughterer.

If the provided reason wasn't sufficient, Apollo was confident that a gruesome scene was bound to unfold.

"Tch," Lucifer clicked his tongue in annoyance. Although he understood that Fuhrer possessed a fearsome pressure, Lucifer was tired of being pushed around and disregarded as a meager existence. First, it was Irzanach, then Asteroth, followed by Amduscias, and finally, Fuhrer. 

Unlike the usual respect his title warranted, these four ignored him. Therefore, Lucifer was quite furious and teetered on the edge of exploding.

Of course, with his extensive experience, Fuhrer was aware of this. In fact, an amused smirk appeared across his lip as he pointed the tip of Brynhildr towards Lucifer. "Are you confident that is a sound decision? I'm more than fine with turning this rundown area into a ruin of devastation."

"You…! How dare you disrespect the Lord of this Ring, the highest existence in Pride's plane? I will stand by it no longer!" Rargith said with an indignant expression. A moment later, he moved, dashing towards Fuhrer explosively while wielding his colossal hammer.

Despite Lucifer's orders to remain in place, Rargith couldn't withstand the tone Fuhrer used. As a consequence, Rargith didn't realize what he subjected himself to.

A faint chuckle escaped Fuhrer's lips as his free hand clenched, causing a subtle vibration with hurtle outwards in a ring shape. However, in the next moment, the ring's direction reversed and collapsed after colliding against itself.

Just as that happened, Rargith's previously momentous rush was canceled as his large hammer remained motionless right before Fuhrer's face. Fuhrer lifted his blade with a leisure action as he witnessed this, bringing it to Rargith's throat.

"The foolish always rush to their demise. Why is it that the freest lambs are often the most monotonous to kill? All that bellowing, yet you amount to nothing," Fuhrer said with a disappointed sigh.

Shockingly, he didn't lob of Rargith's head. Instead, Fuhrer withdrew his blade before delivering a terrifyingly sharp kick to Rargith's neck.

Boom! Booom! BANGG!

Rargith was sent flying back at a bizarre speed, eventually into a giant pillar that failed to diminish his high speed in the slightest. As a result, he smashed into countless pillars, finally coming to a stop a while later.

Meanwhile, Tirasha was taken aback by what she saw. 'No way… that was a Noblesse, but he was powerless against a simple kick? Wait… was it that simple?'

From Tirasha's perspective, she couldn't sense the abnormal pressure that held Rargith in place. Because of Fuhrer's expertise in a Dominion's utilization, he tweaked the output so that it only targeted one individual.

As a result, the effects were significantly amplified. If one converted an action meant to affect several into a focused attack, it was only reasonable that the impact would experience the same compressed result.

Be that as it may, Fuhrer didn't drop his defenses at all. While the standard of demons may have lowered a lot, it was hard to degrade a demon's true power―their Demon Body. As a Noblesse, a Noble Demon Body could handle bizarre attacks, especially a physique like the one he just hit.

"Urgh." Rargith released a pained groan as he snapped his dislocated jaw back in place after pushing aside a pillar that pinned his body to the ground. His gaze towards apprehension as he looked towards Fuhrer.

'Such a small body, but that blow was devastating. I don't think this guy just hit me with raw power. He attacked a weakness on my body,' Rargith thought while analyzing the contact point.

Fuhrer's didn't just unleash a ruthless kick. He aimed his foot at the soft connection between Rargith's jaw and skull. Usually, a heavy attack on that sensitive area was enough to put any demon out of commission.

However, Rargith's jaw was approximately three times thicker than the average demon. Consequently, his two bottom teeth at the forefront of his mouth resembled tusks with how wide they were.

"I was unprepared, but I won't be retaken by surprise," Rargith said as a dense collection of Superbia escaped from his body, forming an armor. It was similar to Jorgun's appearance except that it felt at least tens of times more potent. Such was the difference between a Greater Demon and a Noblesse.

"Empty words until proven otherwise," Fuhrer replied. At the same time, Fuhrer turned his gaze towards Lucifer with an indifferent expression, as if he was saying that he was disappointed in him, allowing his subordinate to pick a fight he was no match for. 

Nevertheless, Fuhrer didn't feel it was worth it to voice this opinion. He could merely display his take through his actions.

"Tch, old man, don't be so overconfident," Rargith retorted before revealing a vicious smirk.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast over Fuhrer as another huge figure moved before him at a pace akin to teleportation! It was unknown when it happened, but the second individual moved away from Lucifer's side.

Unlike Rargith, this demon's frame was the reverse. Whereas Rargith's upper body was packed with obscene-looking muscles and his lower body average, this new demon possessed an average upper body but monstrous legs.

'I suppose they're used to attack in unison given their tacit movement,' Apollo thought as he observed the scene from behind Fuhrer. But, this thought didn't mean he assumed this surprise wouldn't affect Fuhrer, and he was correct.

"Tolron, take off this geezer's head, or at least shut his mouth!" 

At first, the surprise attack appeared to be on the brink of successfully connecting, but towards the end, Fuhrer's gaze shifted toward Tolron as if he couldn't care less. Seconds before the attack could connect, Fuhrer bent his elbow and held Brynhildr in a vertical position.

Tinnkkkk!

Tolron's metal boot and Brynhildr collided, causing a quake. Aside from the quake, there was no other aftershock because of an action taken by Fuhrer. After receiving the blow, he redirected a large portion back at Tolron.

Therefore, he bore the brunt of his earlier attack, widening his eyes as the force ran amok in his leg. Fuhrer single-handedly dealt with two Noblesse who were otherwise famed for the power and unified attacks despite not moving a single step.

What's more, Fuhrer didn't give Tolron a chance to recover before driving the butt of Brynhildr into the pit of Tolron's stomach. Similar to Rargith, shot back in a scene reminiscent of a shooting star.

"Is there a need to go any further? If so, while it would pain my heart to weaken our race further, I will do so if need be. I'm sure a better replacement will rise in the future," Fuhrer stated in an indifferent tone.

After coming to terms with how easily Fuhrer dealt with these two, Lucifer understood that it was up to him to avoid a disaster. Still, he couldn't discard his curiosity.

"Who… are you all?"