The Divine Sword that had been lifted high into the air fell forward. Agaroth’s holy ground also began to advance.0

Agaroth wasn’t unaware of the terror that everyone was feeling. His current actions also weren’t done out of personal courage because Agaroth himself couldn’t muster up any courage in the face of this battle.0

It was all forced. They were only doing this because the circumstances had forced them to do so.0

Agaroth was much more vividly aware of one inevitable fact than anyone else here.0

Today, I am going to die.2

Agaroth had already accepted this fact.0

If they wanted to avoid dying… then the only method seemed to be running away? But regardless of whether that was even possible, Agaroth had never even considered the idea of running away.1

So, he completely disregarded the opinions of his believers in this matter. Once one agreed to take part in something like a war, there would be times when one would be forced to do something that one didn’t want to do. For Agaroth, now was just such a time.0

“You,” Agaroth growled.0

Roooaaarrr!0

Space itself was split apart as the Divine Sword slashed towards the Demon King of Destruction. Although this was the Divine Sword that Agaroth had been confident could slice through anything in this world, it still couldn’t inflict even a single wound on the Demon King of Destruction. In the first place, it didn’t seem like the Demon King had anything resembling a body, so was it even possible for it to be injured?10

Currently, Agaroth couldn’t sense the existence of anything like flesh, blood, or bones within the Demon King of Destruction. Though if that was the case, then what exactly was its existence even composed of? All that could be seen was the riot of all sorts of different colors caused by a spatial distortion and the black hole in the center of it all.2

It was unnatural. Exceptionally unnatural. Agaroth had killed many Demon Kings until now, but he had never once seen a Demon King that looked...1